Jiang Xia said, "But the door crack was extremely narrow, and the screwdriver was a long, thin rod. While using it, it would have been hard to line it up with the screws every time, so it would inevitably scrape elsewhere—this is why the latch and door frame are covered in fresh scratches."
Jiang Xia glanced again at the room door that had been kicked open. "When I opened the door just now, I thought that although this door was well made, it felt different from other room doors when I kicked it—now that I think about it, that was because the screws hadn't been tightened yet."
Mizunashi Rena could not help looking at him. How many doors had he kicked down to gain that kind of experience...? This young Great Detective might have seen no fewer dead people than she had as an Organization undercover agent. What kind of public safety did Tokyo even have?
She looked at the guileless Inspector Megure and secretly shook her head.
Inspector Megure failed to notice the CIA agent's disdain and was busy writing down the evidence Jiang Xia had mentioned.
Jiang Xia did not disappoint. He soon provided another clue, pointing at a wooden stool in the middle of the room. "This stool is varnished, and its surface is smooth, so it should easily retain fingerprints and footprints. If I remember correctly, the victim wasn't wearing shoes when her remains were discovered."
Inspector Megure suddenly understood and immediately asked a Forensics Department officer, "How about it? Can you recover any toe prints from the stool?"
The Forensics Department officer shook his head. "There isn't a single trace on it!"
Everyone's expressions changed. A chair placed beneath the feet of a hanging corpse, clearly meant to be used as a stepstool, had neither