"It's just a simple trick with ice."

Ritsu Sasashima looked at everyone and said slowly, "When you enter the room, you must have noticed that the temperature in the room is very high, right?" If there must be a murderer in this case, it is the victim Akiyoshi Fujie himself. ”

After Twilight Thirteen was reminded by Onizawa, he suddenly realized, "I see! The victim, Akiyoshi Fujie, committed suicide by fixing the kitchen knife with ice cubes! ”

It seems that this Twilight Police Department still has some ability, and Ritsu Sasashima nodded in approval: "That's right, Mr. Fujie only needs to fix the kitchen knife with a square ice cube and place it on the floor, and then adjust the temperature of the central air conditioner to the highest, and then stand on this chair and pour it into the kitchen knife fixed on the ice cube in one breath." ”

He walked over to the corpse and crouched down, pointed to the hole in the floor and said, "There is a hole in the handle of the knife, and the ice melts when the temperature in the room rises, so the blood is diluted, and there are still a small amount of water stains on the floor around it, which proves that Fujie Akiyoshi committed suicide." ”

Ritsu Sasashima looked at Eiichi Yamagishi, who was breathing a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the right trouser pocket that he had been covering, and said with a smile: "I think Mr. Fujie should have grabbed something about Miss Yoko before he died, Mr. Yamagishi, you should have taken it, right?" ”

Eiichi Yamagishi was slightly stunned, and after hearing this, he had to take out a long brown hair hidden in his pocket, and whispered: "I'm sorry Mr. Police, I thought Yoko was the murderer, so just..."

"Harboring criminals is punishable, but fortunately, this case is directed and acted by the victim." Ritsu Sasashima's tone is a little unkind, and people's legal awareness is really weak enough now, but thinking about it from another angle, he is indeed a very dedicated agent.

Yoko Okino was puzzled: "Wait a minute, the Onizawa Police Department, why did Mr. Fujie do this?" Why did you commit suicide in my home or even frame me? ”

"Probably because he still loves you so much." Ritsu Sasashima glanced at the corpse indifferently and speculated: "Miss Ikezawa is very similar to your back, I think he mistook Miss Ikezawa for you, and he used more brutal means to control it because he was afraid that you would ignore him." ”

"Mr. Fujie was deeply surprised by the resistance, and he felt that the love he wanted to recover was not worth mentioning in your eyes, so he converted his love into despair and resentment."

"But!" Yoko Okino recalled her first love in high school, and said confusedly: "But he dumped me?" Why bother? ”

"You're wrong Yoko." Yamagishi Eiichi, who felt guilty in his heart, finally made up his mind to tell the truth, and he said in a low voice: "Actually, I went to ask him to break up with you, for the sake of the great future of your idol career, I'm sorry." ”

"How so..."

Naturally, he didn't know much about love Sasashima Ritsu, but he couldn't understand Fujie Akiyoshi's approach, looked at Yoko Okino, who was secretly hurting, and said in a deep voice: "Is it really worth your crying?" ”

“？”

He paced to the cabinet, shook a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and lit it with the oddly shaped lighter. took out the glasses from his pocket and put them on, and said slowly: "If I like someone, even if she doesn't have a good impression of me, I should respect the other person's choice instead of using extreme measures." ”

"If your agent hadn't taken that hair, if the police officer who handled the case hadn't been me, maybe you would have become the protagonist of an unjust case with a very big social impact and spend the rest of your life in prison."

Ritsu Sasashima lazily exhaled smoke, his scarlet eyes looked directly at Yoko Okino, and said in a calm tone: "So you still have to be sad about this distorted love?" ”

Yoko Okino's eyes widened for a while, and she didn't know what to answer, and even the others glanced at Akaru Akizawa in surprise, in the eyes of most people, the preconceived idea might be the man's infatuation and the misunderstanding between them, but I didn't expect Onizawa to see the first thing to see was the love that would rot and stink even if it started again.

He didn't seem to need her answer, because he didn't care what the answer was.

Ritsu Sasashima yawned and pretended to be sleepy, and he waved his hand at Twilight Thirteen and said, "I'll leave the rest of the Twilight Police Department to you, I'll go back and rest first." ”

"Okay, I'm really bothering you today, be careful on the way back."

"Hmm."

Just as he had already stepped out of the entrance with one foot, Ritsu Sasashima suddenly remembered something, and after he went back and groped around on his body, he took out his cigarette case very casually and handed it to Yoko Okino, and said with a smile: "I still bother Miss Yoko about something." ”

"It's... Do you need me to buy you cigarettes? Yoko Okino looked at the cigarette case handed to her and wondered.

"No, please sign your name on the cigarette case, I'm your fan."

With a pile of hypocrisy on his face, Ritsu Sasashima once again said words against his will, wanting to create a completely different character from his original self, maybe he should learn vodka and chase idol stars that he was not interested in at all before.

"Huh? Good, okay. ”

After Yoko Okino signed her name, Chaosa handed back the cigarette case, until Onizawa left without looking back, she tilted her head and said in her heart: What a strange police officer, he is obviously not a fan, but he asked himself for an autograph.

After all, no fan will be so calm when the idol is in trouble, and besides, fans will not be so casual as to smoke with the words on the cigarette box, and even stuff the cigarette case back without even confirming the signature on it.

Ritsuka Sasashima didn't care what Yoko Okino thought, he took the elevator to the ground floor and walked through the corridor out of the apartment building. The biting cold wind outside made him shiver, and he couldn't help but push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but it had a little shelter effect, so that the wind would not blow his eyes.

He reached out for a taxi, and as soon as he got inside, the lenses of his glasses quickly piled up with white mist.

"Tsk."

It's really not a boast, and it won't work in less than a minute.

Ritsu Sasashima took off his glasses and took out a handkerchief to wipe off the white mist on them, raised his eyes to look at the driver who turned his head to look at him, and said slowly: "Go to 5-44 Mitacho, Minato-ku." ”

Instead of continuing to live in the hotel, he purchased the top floor of an upscale apartment building.

Take the elevator to the 47th floor, the highest floor, enter a 32-digit code mixed with numbers and letters, and the fully automatic smart door slowly opens, as if it were a future cabin.

As early as after getting into a taxi, he used the smart software bound to his mobile phone to turn on the heating in the house, and Ritsu Sasashima took off his trench coat and looked at the time on his wrist.

At 1:37 a.m., less than seven hours before tomorrow's work, he didn't feel sleepy.

Stepping barefoot on the black walnut wood floor, I reached the bar in the corner of the living room. The drunkard is full of red wines of various prices, as well as various brands of foreign wines.

He reached out and chose three of them, then tore off his black tie with one hand and threw it on the bar counter, not forgetting to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and roll up his sleeves to prepare for the cocktail.

Mix dry gin, cherry brandy, and dry myrtle with a little ice cube in a mixing glass, cover with a strainer and pour the mixed cocktail into a tart glass.

Kiss in the Dark, a kiss in the dark, is perfect for a cocktail at night.

Buzzing.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked down at the night view of Tokyo, and fumbled out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the LCD screen showed an email from Belmode.

[Vermouth: I don't think you slept.] ]

The slender phone tapped on the phone screen, and he turned off the phone directly after the email was sent. During this time, he had to enjoy the quiet night and not want to be disturbed by anyone.

Belmode, who was far away in Los Angeles, had just finished her lunch when she put down her knife and fork when she saw that the email had been replied to. After reading the contents of the reply, she smiled.

[Augier: Isn't it thanks to you that I'm suffering from insomnia?] ]

"But I also kept you young forever, isn't it? ）”