Jiang Xia said, "When the Model Car starts moving, its spinning wheels wind the fishing line around the axle, automatically retrieving the murder weapon."
"I see..." Inspector Megure stared in shock at the passenger seat of the Porsche BOX. He had thought there was no way such a tiny toy car could be connected to a murder case, yet who would have thought that this very car had become the murder weapon?
Should I start thinking in reverse from now on and treat whoever seems least like the killer as the killer?
As this rebellious mindset gradually took hold, Inspector Megure suddenly remembered something. "But when I went into her car to inspect it just now, I don't recall hearing the Model Car running. In a stationary vehicle, shouldn't the Motor of a remote-controlled toy car be quite loud?"
Jiang Xia smiled. "This kind of car needs batteries to run. As long as the battery isn't fully charged, it will automatically stop after operating for a while."
"It would be easy to verify—just take apart that remote-controlled car and inspect its axle."
Officer Sato had understood even more. She suddenly realized, "No wonder you didn't suspect the owner of that Porsche 356A. His car had a more professional Automatic Line Winder, but that model is too old and doesn't have automatic windows. The windows can only be rolled up by hand."
"And without mechanical assistance, even a stronger man couldn't leave such deep grooves around the victim's neck with just his hands, separated by an entire car."
"I see." Taishan Kaoru, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. She glanced at the cars parked side by side and gave a mocking laugh.
"Among these four Porsches, only my Porsche BOX has automatic windows... Heh, that was indeed a