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Jiang Xia circled around to look at the lipstick on Murakawa Yasuyuki's back. "This should have rubbed off when you carried her—the work uniform hanging in the inner changing room was yours, right? Your name was printed on it, and there was also a damp stain on the rear right shoulder. Although you noticed the lipstick there and deliberately washed it, you couldn't wash away the red mark or its general shape."
Murakawa Yasuyuki gritted his teeth. "Even if I got her lipstick on me, what does that prove? Maybe it got on me when she accidentally bumped into me, or even... maybe we were having an affair behind everyone's backs!"
The police: "..."
Suspects these days really dared to say anything to escape punishment.
But the dead could not testify, and the victim could not climb back up to say that they truly had nothing to do with each other...
Jiang Xia said, "But the lipstick print on your back is upside down."
He raised a hand and gestured. "The upper lip print is on the bottom, while the lower lip print is on top. To leave a mark like that by accidentally bumping into you, the victim would have had to twist her head one hundred and eighty degrees vertically."
Hashimoto Maya instinctively turned his head. Naturally, he could not twist it that far, so he casually turned back and continued listening to the deduction.
Jiang Xia said, "So this wasn't a trace left by an ordinary hug or collision. It was a mark you accidentally rubbed against when you carried her on your shoulder and put her down."
"..."
With the murder exposed as though someone had witnessed it firsthand, Murakawa Yasuyuki took a deep breath. Though he did not drop to his knees, his tone