The next second, as though answering Kudo Yusaku's deduction.
The Control Room door clicked open from outside.
Officer Takagi hurried in. "Mr. Kudo, we conducted a preliminary luminol test and fingerprint examination on the dagger you mentioned. There was indeed a blood reaction on the blade, and it matched the victim's blood type—so it seems highly likely that the knife on the bronze statue was the murder weapon. As for the fingerprints on it, they match President Schindler's prints extracted from the microphone."
Schindler's heart tightened, and his Killing Intent-filled gaze swept toward Kudo Yusaku.
But as a tycoon who had weathered countless storms, Schindler was vastly different from those criminals who immediately dropped to their knees and burst into tears the moment physical evidence was presented.
He gave a composed sneer. "What does it prove if it has my fingerprints on it? Those bronze statues were pieces I had specially brought over from my home to decorate this presentation. I often handle my collection, so I probably left them there then.
"As for the blood on the knife... the murderer must have deliberately took away blood from the scene and poured it onto the dagger to frame me. Once a person reaches a certain height, whether they want to or not, they always attract all sorts of enemies."
At that, he sighed and shook his head to himself. "It seems this enemy has some particularly interesting ideas. They actually want to frame me as a murderer."
Hearing this sophistry, Inspector Megure felt a little angry.
Just as he was considering how to expose him, Kudo Yusaku beside him gave Takagi Wataru a slight nod, as though directing one of his own subordinates.
Officer Takagi obediently reached behind him and pulled out a laptop Computer.
He opened it and showed