Jiang Xia: "..."
At this point, if he kept harvesting, it would seem too deliberate.
He could only look at Hashimoto Maya regretfully, then sweep his gaze over the other three suspects. "The culprit who killed the stalker is indeed among us—but it isn't Mr. Hashimoto. It's someone else."
Finally! Inspector Megure felt as if he had heard the horn for the end of the workday, and his spirits shook. But in a vague way, he also felt as if he had missed something.
After thinking for a moment, he slapped his palm with his fist and remembered. "Right, the murder weapon! Just now, we searched this whole place, but we couldn't find the murder weapon..." In that case, even if they caught the criminal, without sufficiently strong physical evidence, they probably wouldn't be able to convict them.
Jiang Xia shook his head. "If we search only according to the feature of a 'hard blunt object,' as we did just now, then no matter how many times we search, the result will still be the same. In truth, the murder weapon used tonight had already been altered in form by the culprit and hidden away."
"The murder weapon was altered in form?" Officer Takagi thought of the many detective novels he had recently been cramming, and it was as if a small lightbulb in his head lit up with a biu. "I understand!"
"The murder weapon was actually a huge block of ice, and to preserve something like that, the culprit had to carry an insulated container on them..." He suddenly looked toward the Fishing Old Man and pointed with the confidence of a detective. "In other words, the culprit is you! You're the only one who brought an insulated box!"
The Fishing Old Man froze. "...Huh??"
Jiang Xia opened