Chapter 23 Reconstruction of the Murder Case
Kazama Takusai put on his headgear, shoe covers and gloves and motioned to Minamoto Tamako to stand at the door: "Just stand here and watch. If you are soaked, you will destroy the scene."
The driver chuckled and glanced at Yuan Yuzi. He raised his head proudly and was about to follow in, but unexpectedly, Kazama Takusai turned around and said, "The same goes for you."
"Huh? I'll take off my suit right now. The shirt underneath isn't even wet yet..."
"You are too much in the way." Kazama Takusai interrupted.
"..."
From a distance of more than 20 meters, Yuan Yuzi saw a human-shaped white line drawn under the stage. She recalled the scene when the deer was carried out of the auditorium, and her heart throbbed.
Half an hour ago, the squad leader took roll call in the dormitory and found that Fushimi-san was absent, so he notified the trainee patrol officer to find someone.
Several interns planned to conduct a symbolic patrol, but found that the door of the auditorium was open and unlocked. When they got closer, they saw a man and two women lying on the ground with blood everywhere. They were frightened and ran to find the teacher in a hurry.
When Minamoto Tamako rushed to the auditorium, she happened to see Fushimi Shika being put on a stretcher and pushed into the ambulance.
After several inquiries, she found out what happened.
——Nagano Kawai and Sakurai Chizuru died, Fushimi Shika was still alive and was sent to emergency treatment.
Why is this happening?
Minamoto Tamako couldn't understand. She still had many things to ask Kawai. She had clearly agreed to let go of the past, and had clearly agreed to become police officers together... What happened? What on earth did they go through?
She has played countless mystery games and read countless mystery novels, and her desire to explore the truth has never been so strong.
She stared at Kazama Takusai as he walked into the church. The latter glanced back at the bench, and she immediately asked: "What did you see?"
Kazama Takusai did not look back and said: "The bullet crater, the bullet is embedded in the back of the chair."
"Is there any blood?"
"Yes." Kazama Takusai paused: "What do you think?"
The driver scratched his head, wondering what to say? Can't I just stand at the door and watch? Who can see what is going on from so far away...
"It should be a stray bullet. After it penetrated the human body, its kinetic energy was weakened, so it did not penetrate the back of the chair and there was blood stains on it." Minamoto Tamako said.
"Exactly what I thought." Kazama Takusai nodded.
The driver lowered his head to look at the little one, feeling quite unhappy. He had a vague feeling that he was about to fall out of favor.
I am Section Chief Kazama’s right-hand man! How could you let a kid who hasn't graduated yet steal the spotlight? Next time Section Chief Kazama asks a question, I will definitely answer it! The driver gritted his teeth and was secretly fighting in his heart.
"What was the name of the deceased?" Kazama Takusai avoided the blood and walked onto the stage.
"Hi!" The driver raised his hand and said angrily: "I don't know!"
"Shut up if you don't know." Kazama Takusai said.
"The older female corpse is called Sakurai Chizuru and is an on-the-job instructor in Class A; the girl in uniform is named Nagano Kawai and was a student... They know each other and had a conflict last night."
Minamoto Tamako paused and briefly explained the anonymous letter and stolen diary, without hiding anything.
"Is that so? I understand." Kazama Takusai declined to comment, lowered his head and said, "Listen up, let's start describing the scene now."
"Yes!" Yuan Yuzi and the driver said in unison.
"The deceased Chizuru Sakurai had three obvious gunshot wounds on her forehead, lower right abdomen, and upper left abdomen. Visual inspection revealed that the kidney, spleen, and brain were penetrated. There were burn marks on the gunshot wound on the abdomen, but not on the head;"
"The deceased Naganogawa Kai had an obvious penetrating wound on his right chest. Visual inspection revealed that his lung had been pierced. There was mud on the soles of his shoes, and his uniform was wet;"
"There were blood stains on the right hands of both corpses. There was a sharp knife on the ground and a New South M60 pistol. There were dragging blood stains on the stage, but there were no footprints. The word "God's Punishment" on the wall was written in blood..."< br>
Kazama Takusai speaks very quickly and describes objectively without any subjective speculation.
The driver wanted to remember it in his head at first, but as Kazama Takusai became more and more detailed, he quickly gave up and planned to go back and read the on-site report directly. Well, you didn’t say it to me anyway...
He glanced down and found that Yuan Yuzi had closed her eyes.
"Hey! Listen carefully to what the boss says! No matter how boring it is, don't doze off!" the driver reminded in a low voice.
"Watanabe, shut up." Kazama Takusai interrupted the description, turned around and said: "She is profiling, don't disturb her."
"Yes! I'm so sorry!"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
"Sorry! I'll shut up now!"
……
Yuan Yuzi couldn't hear the quarrel, or even the rain and thunder. Her brain blocked all invalid information.
She was indeed profiling, but it was different from profiling in the traditional sense.
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Criminal psychology experts will integrate scene information, restore the criminal's psychology, and copy the criminal's personality and behavioral logic - relying on super information processing capabilities and almost self-hypnosis imagination to reconstruct the murder scene in the mind. This is what is called 'Profiling'. It is the ultimate goal of all detectives and a popular setting in major TV series and mystery novels.
But Minamoto Tamako can't do this, but she can connect all the clues together, reconstruct the murder scene in her mind, and restore the scene at that time.
In the world she built, there is no "human nature", only "logic".
The rain pours down, and the ground rises to the sky; the blood is withdrawn, and the dead stand up again. Yuan Yuzi slowly opened her eyes in her mind. She was sitting in a dark study room with a miniature version of the auditorium on the table.
She lowered her head and looked down, the heavy rain was falling again, and there should be thunder at this moment. The dome of the auditorium was lifted, and she saw two delicate little figures standing one behind the other on the hall stage, seemingly talking about something. The invisible barrier muffled it and she couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation.
The murder reappears.
Naganogawa's gun jammed, Sakurai Chizuru drew a knife and stabbed him, Fushimi Shikama picked up the gun and killed Sakurai Chizuru...
Wait...
Where did the sixth bullet come from? Is there a fourth person present?
The murder model had the pause button pressed, and Yuan Yuzi kept pushing it back and replaying it, but every time the deduction was stuck after the sixth shot.
What happened after the two died?
Why did the murderer leave words on the wall?
Where did Fushimi Shika's injuries come from?
The murder model began to crack, gradually dispersed, and shattered into blurry parts.
"There is something missing, there are some clues missing..."
Minamoto Tamako murmured to herself.
——Crack!
She suddenly felt her shoulders heavy and woke up from the depths of her thoughts. When she opened her eyes, she saw Kazama Takusai approaching at some point and standing beside her, his right hand resting on her left shoulder.
"Follow me." He opened his umbrella.
"Eh? Aren't you going to continue the investigation?" Yuan Yuzi looked confused: "Where are you going?"
"Afterwards, the forensics class will compile the on-site report, and the evidence will not escape." Kazama Takusai walked into the rain holding an umbrella: "The most important thing is people. The prime time period of the interrogation is within ten hours of the crime." …”
Driver Watanabe looked at the backs of the two men and felt that they were serious masters and disciples, while he seemed a bit redundant.
"Hey! Boss, wait for me!" He held up his suit and stepped on the water to catch up.
(End of chapter)