Following Suzuki Sonoko's words, Officer Sato looked over the three middle school students gradually walking away.
Having been in a rush to find a left-hander just now, she was still caught up in the momentum. She let out a surprised sound and suddenly asked, "Could that soccer player on the far left, the one carrying his bag on his left shoulder, also be left-handed?"
Jiang Xia shook his head. "When you showed him the photo earlier, he used his right hand to take it and shifted his bag to the left."
"Is that so?" Sato Miwako truly hadn't noticed, but she soon had another thought. "Come to think of it, the baseball player among those three is a left-handed pitcher, right? Since he pitches left-handed, he must be a left-hander, shouldn't he?"
Suzuki Sonoko clicked her tongue and shook her head. "But he's carrying his bag on his right shoulder, and he never switched hands earlier. Theoretically, he should be right-handed."
Jiang Xia shook his head as well. "That is true for ordinary people. But baseball players usually deliberately use their other arm for carrying loads, in order to reduce the burden on their dominant hand and extend their careers."
Suzuki Sonoko froze. "Is that so?"
But hearing this, Sato Miwako had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized something. "That baseball player among the three suspects made a throwing motion with his right hand, so he's right-handed. According to that theory about protecting his shoulder, he likely carries his bag on his left shoulder. That means this backpack containing drugs, whose left bag strap has obvious stretching marks, most likely belongs to him!"
Jiang Xia nodded approvingly. At this point, this female police officer, who was better at catching people, had finally begun learning how to deduce things.
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