Belmode easily recognized the type of explosive device of the bomb and discovered the trap set by the killer using the suitcase.

This attracted Miss Maori's admiration:

"Miss Chrissy knows so much!"

She unconsciously forgot the identity of the beautiful lady in front of her, and touched Belmode's heart with her large, watery eyes with adoration.

"Haha... I just happened to be interested in this knowledge. ”

Belmode smiled and hid the complexity of his heart:

This was originally the knowledge she had acquired in order to kill people, but now it is used to solve crimes.

What she gained was no longer fear and hatred, but the admiring and longing eyes of the angel lady.

I have to say...

It's a good feeling.

The smile on Belmode's lips couldn't help but become more natural.

"So...", Maolilan was still immersed in the search for the truth, "it has been confirmed that the deceased was killed by homicide, how can we find the murderer who killed him with a bomb?" ”

"There was no surveillance near the bathroom, and there were no witnesses passing by before the incident..."

"How did this box with bombs get into the hands of the deceased?"

"Uh..." Lin Xin was silent for a while.

In fact, they all know the direction of the next investigation.

Because Tequila is here to trade with a guy named Hideaki Nakajima this time, this matter is obviously inseparable from that Mr. Nakajima.

But it's not easy to say it in public.

In the eyes of outsiders, the identity of the deceased is a mystery at present, let alone who he came here to see and what he did.

It's like doing a math assignment with a reference answer to turn over, but the answer says "proof process is omitted"... I know that I can't even write the answer.

"I have an idea..."

Or Belmode reacted faster.

She picked up a deformed iron badge from the ruins:

"This should have fallen off that suitcase, the logo of the Paradise Company."

"Noticed? The Mantian staff who came to the hotel today to attend the launch of the new work were carrying this kind of black suitcase with the company badge in their hands. ”

"This kind of suitcase should be a standard suitcase issued by the internal staff of Mantendo Company."

"That is to say..."

Belmode paused for a moment, and Maoliland tacitly replied:

"The box with the bomb in it, maybe the deceased got it from some of the Heavenly Heavens employees at the scene?"

"That's right." Belmode nodded approvingly.

Unconsciously, she and Maolilan seem to have become partners in reasoning.

And Mao Lilan quickly followed her train of thought and thought:

"But there are so many Heavenly staff on the scene."

"How are we going to find that guy who might have something to do with the deceased?"

"There's nothing I can do..."

Belmode shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless look:

"Anyway, let's gather the Mantian staff on the scene first and ask about the situation."

"Maybe there's something to be gained."

..............................

A few minutes later.

The staff of Mantian who came to participate in the launch of the new work this time were all gathered in the hotel lobby.

There were dozens of them, all up and down, standing there in a daze, all carrying black suitcases of the same style.

"Everyone."

Lin Xinyi cleared his throat and said to everyone:

"Have any of you seen this dead man killed by a bomb?"

As he spoke, he held a headshot of tequila taken with a Polaroid camera.

The key parts below the neck of this guy have disappeared under the action of some powerful force as stipulated in the new rules of online civilization.

So only his head was photographed in this headshot.

Although his head is also a little deformed and distorted, his facial features are relatively clear and can still be recognized.

"Have any of you seen him?"

Lin Xinyi sent the headshot down for everyone to circulate, and asked over and over again.

And those employees who are full of heaven have no more effective response except for being frightened by this bloody photo that needs to be coded on the Internet.

They all looked at each other, as if none of them had ever seen the unlucky dead in this mugshot.

"No clues..."

Maolilan sighed helplessly.

There were no witnesses, the hotel was not well monitored, and the scene was blown up in a mess, and many things were destroyed in the high-temperature and high-pressure explosion.

So how do you investigate next?

She subconsciously wanted to ask what "Miss Chrissy" thought.

But when Mauriran turned her head, she found that Belmode had disappeared at some point.

And at this moment...

In the silent crowd just now, a clear male voice suddenly sounded:

"Nakajima, Hideaki Nakajima seems to have spoken to the man in the photo!"

Suddenly, someone broke such a shocking news.

"What? Nakajima knows the guy who was blown up?! ”

The staff all looked at Mr. Hideaki Nakajima.

He looked relatively young and handsome, but at this moment, his cheeks were full of fear and panic.

This look is empty-hearted.

The eyes of his colleagues suddenly became more strange, and it seemed that they all subconsciously regarded him as a potential bomb murderer.

"Say what..."

"How did I know that guy?"

Cold sweat oozed from Nakajima's forehead, and he said incoherently:

"I—I've never seen him at all."

"Who said I talked to him just now, right?"

He looked nervously at the crowd that had just come out of the voice.

But no one in the crowd stood up to testify against him.

Of course, no one will stand up.

Because the voice was simply Belmode's shouting around the back of the crowd with his mouth open in a voice-changing technique.

She directly used this way of pretending to be an eyewitness, blended in the crowd, and shook out the answer "Nakajima Hideaki" directly.

"Mr. Hideaki Nakajima!"

Lin Xinyi naturally wouldn't go to the eyewitness who didn't exist at all.

He just took advantage of the topic to play and firmly locked his eyes on Nakajima Hideaki:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Did you blow him up?"

"How, how is it possible!" Nakajima Hideaki's face turned pale: "How dare I kill that kind of guy!" ”

"So you know him, right?"

Lin Xinyi seized the loophole in the other party's words:

"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?"

Nakajima shrank back, not daring to answer.

And Lin Xinyi already knew what his relationship with tequila was.

So, his eyes quickly locked on, the black suitcase that Nakajima Hideaki was carrying:

"Mr. Nakajima, can you show me what you have in your box?"

Nakajima's face was even more ugly.

He subconsciously protected the box in his hand, as if he was afraid of being seen.

But Lin Xinyi snatched the suitcase from his hand, and then opened it in public-

It's money.

And it's a box of money.

Everyone present was taken aback by such a scene:

"How can Nakajima's box contain so much money?"

"What did he bring money to the press conference?"

Nakajima Hideaki lowered his head weakly, not daring to look at people.

And Lin Xinyi, who had already known the answer, asked with a smile:

"If I'm not mistaken, this money may have something to do with the mysterious deceased, right?"

"If you take the money in this box and test it, maybe you can still detect the dander and fingerprints of the deceased."

"If that's the case..."

Lin Shinichi looked at Hideaki Nakajima aggressively:

"Mr. Nakajima, you're in big trouble."

"If you want to be charged with murder like this, just keep silent!"

"I—I..."

Hideaki Nakajima's forehead is covered with sweat:

"I can't say that!"

"Why can't you say that?!"

"Because of those people, the organization I traded with..."Nakajima Hideaki said with fear on his face, "If I betray them, they will definitely kill me." ”

“.......”

Lin Xin was silent for a while, and then said with a strange expression:

"Don't be afraid, trust the police."

"No matter how powerful the organization is, it can't be the enemy of our Metropolitan Police Department."

"No... They are not the same. ”

Hideaki Nakajima is like a frightened rabbit, trembling all over:

"Their power is very terrifying, and if you say it, you will die!"

"Scary what?!" Lin Xinyi said angrily: "Could it be that the organization can still send undercover agents to the Metropolitan Police Department and kill people under our noses?!" ”

"Don't worry, with us, the organization will definitely not touch you."

Of course he won't be touched.

Because Belmode told him in private, Hideaki Nakajima is an insignificant little character.

He can't sell any valuable information if he wants to betray the organization, and the organization sends killers to deal with him, which is a waste of resources.

Hideaki Nakajima is worried that he will be wiped out by the organization... This is a bit of a self-esteem.

"You might as well think about it differently."

Lin Xinyi's persuasion did not work, and at this time, Belmode, who had just disappeared for a while, quietly appeared beside him:

"Mr. Nakajima, if you don't cooperate with the case, people will think that the deceased was killed by you."

"Do you think the organization will let you go?"

"You know, you just 'killed' someone from their organization!"

Belmode's words hit the nail on the head.

And the tone in which she spoke was even more immersive and cold:

"Think about it... How many days do you have left to live without the protection of the Metropolitan Police Department? ”

"Maybe you'll be blown up like the member of the organization you 'killed', and you'll be blown up into a smear of flesh all over the walls!"

"This..."Hideaki Nakajima's face turned pale.

This coward, who was originally so cowardly that he didn't dare to speak, was suddenly so frightened that he said all his words:

"I—I say!"

"That big dead guy actually made a deal with me today."

"But the guy who blew him up... It's definitely not me! ”

Under the impatient urging gaze of the two members of the organization, he finally sold the organization.