Sakaki Makoto thinks about this, of course, not for Sewa Zunde, but for the bald person...

It can be roughly divided into two situations:

One is congenital hair loss that runs in families, and the other is acquired hair loss caused by too much stress, tension and anxiety.

Heredity is almost no concern.

Because the son of Sewa Sontoku has thick black hair.

The genetic probability of hair loss was 53.3% --- 63.9%, and the paternal inheritance was significantly higher than that of the maternal inheritance.

In other words, unless this son is not of Sewa Sontoku's species, the probability of him also losing his hair is very high.

In this case, it is very likely that the cause of Sewa Sontoku's hair loss is the latter-

Excessive stress, nervousness and anxiety.

People who lose their hair due to the second condition will be relatively short-tempered, irritable, and unable to hold their breath.

Just one point.

Sakaki Cheng once learned the art of Chinese medicine physiognomy from a master (grandfather), and with psychological knowledge, he can easily see through people.

The three vertical wrinkles in the center of Seyu Zunde's eyebrows show that this person often frowns and gets angry.

Hepatic Order.

Slight jaundice in the eyes and yellowing of the skin are all signs of vigorous liver fire.

This is because the qi is depressed and the irritability causes the liver to be hot.

At this point, Sakaki Makoto can already conclude ....

Sentoku Seba is a short-tempered and capricious person.

Sakaki Cheng glanced at the time:

12:45 min.

The case must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be able to go to work in the afternoon.

"Dusk Police Department, what is the case?"

Time was pressing, and Sakaki decided to get straight to the point.

"That's right."

Twilight Thirteen took the record of the supervision class and handed it to Sakaki Makoto, and said:

"Mr. Seba Sontoku invited guests to his home for a party today."

"Because it was still early, Mr. Yamazaki Kanabashi, the president of the Rice Flower Bank, planned to rest in the guest room on the third floor for a while."

"At the beginning of the afternoon meeting, the maids tried to wake up Mr. Yamazaki, but he did not respond."

"When I opened the door with the spare key, I found that Mr. Yamazaki was already dead in his bed."

"The cause of death was assassination by a sharp blade."

Denmi handed over a bag of evidence, inside which was a bloodstained short blade, the blood on which had dried up and turned black.

"This is the murder weapon."

"The time of death of the deceased was around 11 to 11:30 p.m."

Twilight Thirteen repeated the results with a serious face:

"According to our examination, the door was locked at the time of the crime, and the master key was in the deceased's pocket."

"The only way to enter the scene is through the window in the room that opens onto the atrium."

"There were no marks left on the ground, and we didn't collect any evidence such as fingerprints."

"The prisoner seemed to be very cautious, and even his footprints were wiped out by him."

Sakaki looked at the photos of the scene survey one by one, and even if the police used a footprint searchlight, they did not find any clues.

The prisoners were apparently carefully calculated.

There were no fingerprints, no footprints, no traces left at the scene.

Without clues, this case will naturally be impossible to investigate.

Twilight Thirteen led the criminals to search for a lesson, scurrying around like headless flies, but they couldn't find out who the killer was.

"This is a premeditated murder, Dusk Police Department."

Sakaki raised his head, his eyes sharp.

"And ....."

"The prisoner is the master of this house."

Sewa Sontoku in a wheelchair suddenly changed color:

"You say I'm a prisoner?"

"What proof do you have!"

"Don't think you're going to be able to crack two simple cases, bastard!"

Sakaki Makoto looked at Sewa Zuntoku who suddenly erupted strangely, and asked:

"I didn't say it was you."

"Why are you so excited?"

Seyu Zunde suddenly choked, his face was blue and white for a while, as ugly as eating a cockroach leg from an omelet rice (personal experience, you need to be cautious when ordering takeout).

After a while, he chirped twice:

"No, it's not that I can't!"

"How can my wife kill someone!"

"They have no enmity with Yamazaki Kanehashi...."

Again?

The corners of Sakakikoto's mouth went up, thinking that this was indeed the case.

The prisoner must be him!

There is no need for even a profile, and Sakaki immediately locks down the identity of the prisoner.

Obviously, this is a proof question.

"Brother Sakakikoto, we've already asked about the alibi just now..."

Twilight Thirteen was afraid that Sakaki Makoto would make a mistake in reasoning, so he hurriedly reminded him:

"At the time of the crime..."

"Whether it's Mr. Seba's wife or son, they are all in the party hall and haven't left at all."

"The guests can testify."

"Only Mr. Sewa went to the toilet, but he..."

Twilight Thirteen looked at Sewa Sontoku's right foot in a plaster cast:

"There's no way he's going to do it!"

"Indeed."

For the first time, Sakaki agreed with Twilight Thirteen's statement:

"If you are lame, it is really impossible to commit a crime."

"Because the prisoner must have entered the guest room through the balcony."

Sakaki had already seen the photos from the scene.

The dagger was plunged straight into the heart, the direction in which the deceased had fallen was facing the balcony, and there was no sign of the body being moved.

If the offender did not enter the room from the balcony to commit the crime, it was necessary to move the body.

This is a paradox.

It is not difficult to guess the modus operandi of the criminal, and it is rare to verify it.

"Humph!"

Sewa Zunde glanced at Makoto very unhappily:

"Since you know very well, then why do you say that the prisoner is the master of this house?"

"Do you mean that the maid killed Yamazaki Kanehashi?"

The beautiful maids standing behind him suddenly showed a look of panic:

"No, it's not us!"

"We... We didn't kill anyone! ”

"Hey, hey, hey...."

"Don't frame them."

The floor heating under his feet was a little hot, and Sakaki complained, slowly walked to the open window, and closed the window.

"The prisoner must be someone who is very familiar with the structure of this house."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have known he could jump from the railing outside the storage room to the balcony of the guest room."

Sewa Sontoku's face gradually changed.

There is a protruding marble strip under the window in the storage room, making it easy to go up to the roof.

It was from there that he jumped onto the balcony, killed Yamazaki Kanabashi, and then went back the way he came.

Cleaned the footprints, wore gloves, and left no traces at all.

The police found out nothing.

Just when he was proud....

Sakaki Makoto revealed his modus operandi in one bite.

Sewa Sontoku was a little frightened.

The feeling that Sakaki gave him.... It's not like that stupid group of cops.

It's dangerous.

"Before I came back in, I walked around the house."

"Because it's a wealthy area."

"The distance between each house is very long."

"If you don't survey carefully, you won't be able to find that route."

Sakaki smiled:

"So Mr. Seba, you don't have to make excuses to say that it was an outsider who planned this case."

"It's definitely the work of the inner ghost."

Sakaki Makoto stuffed the evidence bag back to Dengmi Criminal, raised his feet to the wheelchair, bent over, and looked at Sewa Sontoku:

"What's more...."

"What are you afraid of?"