Chapter 370: The Real Prisoner

As Tang Ze's "exclusive reporter", Sihuayuan is, to a certain extent, the person who knows Tang Ze best.

After all, there are some information about the quiet dossier, but only insiders and participants can know about it, and Tang Ze can't mention it to non-criminal personnel.

As a person who cooperates with Tang Ze's publicity, Sihuayuan naturally has an intuitive understanding of all the cases handled by Tang Ze.

has the most comprehensive understanding of Tang Ze's reasoning ability.

It's just that this person, once the matter comes to him, he can't think calmly anymore.

Especially for a character like Xiang Sihuayuan who has a strong personality and likes to take the initiative in holding the situation in his hands, after learning that he was framed, his first reaction is not to rely on anyone, but to want to solve this matter by himself.

"I'm sorry..."Sihuayuan raised his head and looked at Tang Ze, "It's me who was too reckless..."

"Well, it's understandable, after all, you're the character." Tang Ze bowed casually, "When the case is resolved, you can treat us to a big meal." ”

"Ah, don't worry." Sihuayuan smiled, "It's no problem to eat whatever you want." ”

"Wait, wait!! But what about buttons!? ”

Hearing Tang Ze's words, Takagi on the side quickly woke up from the shock and hurriedly asked, "But that button did fall at the scene of the crime, right?" ”

"Do you even need to think about it?" Tang Ze stretched out his index finger and shook it, as a matter of course, "It's a trap set by the prisoner in order to frame him." ”

"Prisoner's trap!?"

"That's right, you won't forget, there is no fingerprint on the button, right?"

Tang Ze folded his shirt and handed it to Sihuayuan, "What does it mean that the buttons that fell from a piece of clothing that she was wearing did not have her own fingerprints?" ”

"Ahh That's true..."Takagi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then immediately reflected, "You mean..."

"That's right, it looks like you've reacted." Tang Ze stretched out his right arm and pulled the sleeves of his suit up, revealing the entire cuff, "The buttons on the shirt are not decorations that you won't touch, you have to use them when you put them on and take them off every day."

In other words, if you put on your clothes and want to dress neatly, you have to touch the buttons, so it is impossible for the buttons not to detect fingerprints.

If it's not there, it means..."

"Did someone wipe it!?" Takagi said suddenly.

"It's more logical to think that way." Tang Ze smoothed his cuffs and said, "If it is a button that the prisoner inadvertently dropped, there will definitely be fingerprints."

It can't be that the prisoner found that the button was dropped and didn't recycle it, but deliberately wiped it clean and put it at the scene of the crime, right? ”

"That's true..."

"That's... Excuse me... Do you have anything else to ask me for? ”

Before Takagi could continue to say anything, Yoshiaki Miura, who was on the side, suddenly said politely: "If there is nothing, can you please go back?" There's still a lot of work to be done on my side..."

"Sorry! Excuse me, let's leave! Realizing that this was still someone else's house, Takagi hurriedly apologized embarrassedly: "I'm really causing you trouble...!" ”

"It's okay... So..."

Yoshiaki Miura opened the door and was about to send off the guests, but the next moment a hand suddenly crossed Yoshiaki Miura's head and closed the door.

"Are you alright?"

Tang Ze, who was tall and tall, carried his arms on the wall, and looked down at Yoshiaki Miura, who was the average height of a neon person, with the appearance of a bad teenager blackmailing a good student, and smiled: "Of course there is something." ”

"Tang Zejun!?" Takagi looked at the scene in front of him, and looked confused and panicked, "What are you doing all of a sudden!?" ”

"What are you doing!!"

Yoshiaki Miura was trembling by Tang Ze's sharp eyes, and he said angrily: "This is my house, you guy is too rude!" ”

"Disrespectful?" Tang Ze looked at Miura Yoshiaki, who was stubble, and sneered: "People who don't have reverence for life are even more rude, right?"

Are you in such a hurry to leave because you have a weak heart? After all, there are so many criminals staying in your house, and they have also seen through your means of making trouble.

The murderer of Miss Tezumi is you, Mr. Miura? ”

"N-Nani!?"

Hearing Tang Ze's words, Takagi looked shocked and said, "Mr. Miura is a prisoner!?" How is that possible..."

He suspected Miyoko Miura and Tamako Yamashita, because one of those two people was a dead husband and the other was a dead brother, and if they committed the crime, it would be forgivable.

But Miyoko Miura would actually go to kill Keiko Teraizumi, but it shocked Takagi.

Because these two people have nothing to do with each other in their relationship, they have no motive at all.

"It's unbelievable, but that's exactly what it is."

Tang Ze smiled, approached Miura Yoshiaki again, supported the wall with one hand, and gradually approached Miura Yoshiaki with the other, "However, choosing the button in the Four Flower Courtyard as a trap is not a smart choice." ”

"You annoying guy, get out of here!"

In the face of Tang Ze's approaching step by step, Miura Yoshiaki directly reached out and pushed forward violently, and under this push, Tang Ze also took a few steps back with force.

"Well, that's probably how it feels."

Tang Ze looked at Yoshiaki Miura, who was dazed when he heard his words, and reminded, "Have you forgotten?" At that time, when Miss Miyoko Miura was angry and went to push the Four Flower Garden, it was probably the same. ”

"W-So what!?" Miura Yoshiaki said unhappily: "What does that mean!" ”

"It's an opportunity."

Tang Ze said with a smile: "Generally speaking, no matter how loose the thread is, but if you don't pull it hard, generally speaking, the buttons won't fall off." ”

Looking at Yoshiaki Miura, whose face gradually turned blue, Tang Ze looked down at the other party condescendingly and said: "It seems that you also remembered, your wife pushed Sihuayuan hard that day, maybe it was at that time that the thread was torn off and the button fell to the ground." ”

"Indeed, I also feel that the button is very likely to have fallen off at that time."

Sihuayuan clasped his hands in front of his chest and explained: "When I came to the office that day, I found that the buttons were loose, and I was going to repair them at night, but when I came home at night, I found that the buttons were missing. ”

"That doesn't mean it's the button I was holding!" Yoshiaki Miura retorted unhappily: "There were so many people present at the time, it was possible for anyone." ”

"No, Mr. Miura, you're wrong, it's the opposite."

Facing Yoshiaki Miura's rebuttal, Tang Ze smiled politely, looked at the other party and said words full of hatred, "Among the people present at the time, you were the only one who had a chance to get a button." ”