Chapter 26 The murderer surrenders
Fushimi Shika's clothes and pants were all dry, indicating that he had never left the church and could not take the pistol out for others to leave fingerprints.
It is impossible for this gun to be stolen and replaced. The forensics class has compared it. Whether it is the bullet type or the smoke reaction, it can be confirmed that it is the murder weapon that killed Sakurai Chizuru.
Fingerprints cannot be created out of thin air.
If there was a fourth person at the murder scene, how did he leave the church? There are only Kawai's footprints by the window on the second floor, and there are only the bloody footprints of three people in the lobby on the first floor... Could the murderer be able to fly?
Kazama Takusai sighed. After getting older, his brain is not as bright as when he was young, and he feels foggy when thinking.
He glanced down at his watch, put down his coffee cup, and went downstairs with the scene report under his arm.
"Boss, where are you going?" Watanabe Shun asked while chewing instant noodles.
"Go pick someone up."
"Do you really want to bring her here? Isn't this against the rules?"
Kazama Takusai stood at the door of the office, looked around at several subordinates, and asked: "What are the rules? How about you be the section chief?"
"Really?" Watanabe Jun's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect you to rely on me so much, boss..."
"Your leave this month is gone."
"Eh? Wait, why?"
After Kazama Takusai left, Watanabe Jun looked confused and asked his colleagues: "Did I say something wrong again?"
……
Later in the night, the rain finally stopped.
Yuan Yuzi sat in the back seat, looking down at the scene report carefully.
"You should know the rules, right? Details of the case cannot be disclosed to the public, remember to keep it confidential," Kazama Takusai warned, and continued: "Do you have any thoughts about the fingerprints on the pistol?"
"This shows that there was a fourth person present when the murder occurred. The mysterious person shot and killed Instructor Sakurai." Yuan Yuzi breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "That's great, Fushimi-san is not the murderer."
"What if the fingerprints are forged?" Kazama Takusai asked.
"How to fake it?"
"Just expanding the possibilities." Kazama Takusai glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Well," Minamoto Tamako thought for a moment and speculated: "There are coils in Instructor Sakurai's suitcase, but no needle. Don't you think it's strange? The murderer may have dipped the needle in sweat and hand-painted it on the gun handle. New fingerprint.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she rejected her speculation:
"But this is only theoretically possible. First, it is too difficult to copy, and factors such as the posture of holding the gun, copying strength, fingerprint size, etc. must be taken into consideration;
"Secondly, because sweat is invisible, who can use transparent paint to paint on a transparent canvas? This is like a miniature sculptor closing his eyes to sculpt."
Finally, Minamoto Tamako concluded: "Compared to forging fingerprints, the possibility of the fourth person being present is higher."
Kazama Takusai declined to comment.
He suddenly realized that he was doing useless work. Even if the fingerprints on the gun were fake, he had no evidence to prove that the fingerprints on the gun were fake.
The car braked suddenly, and Yuan Yuzi's head almost hit the front seat.
She raised her head in surprise and saw Kazama Takusai with a solemn look on his face, saying, "Sorry, you should rest at school tonight."
"What's wrong?" Yuan Yuzi said nervously: "I, I can help! Please give me a chance, I really want to catch the murderer..."
"It's just a temporary matter."
Kazama Takusai explained casually, turned the car around, and sent Minamoto Tamako back to school.
"Transfer to the nurse in Ward 104," he held up the police landline phone in the car. After waiting for the beep from the receiver, he ordered his subordinates: "Bring the suspect back to the station."
"Ah? Now? But the doctor said we still have to stay in the hospital for care..."
"Bring this person back now." Kazama Takusai hung up the phone and drove back to the police station.
An hour later, Fushimi Shika was brought into the interrogation room. The chandelier is bright but the light is cold. He yawned, feeling sleepy and tired, and his head and fingers were aching.
"They don't even talk about basic human rights. They really overestimate the quality of Japanese criminal police. No wonder they are called tax thieves by the people..."
Fushimi Lu just cursed a few words when he heard a commotion outside the interrogation room.
Kazama Takusai decided to interrogate the suspect in person, which was the first time in three years. There were police officers standing outside the one-way glass. They were watching Fushimi Deer like monkeys, gathering together and whispering.
"No, I'm too thin. I probably won't be able to resist for long..."
"I bet 500 yen that he can only last five minutes."
"Isn't five minutes too fast? I'll bet on ten minutes..."
This case was reported to the media, and the police were under great pressure from public opinion. The director ordered them to solve the case within three days. Fortunately, Section Chief Kazama caught the suspect that night, and they were relieved again, planning to fish together and watch the excitement.
After sorting out the information and evidence, Kazama Takusai glanced at his watch and said, "Don't let him sleep. Wake me up at eight o'clock."
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After saying that, he put on the blindfold and lay down on the bench.
Fushimi Lu was ready for interrogation, but no one was seen. His eyelids were so sleepy that as soon as he tilted his head, he heard the radio shouting, "Don't sleep."
After being tortured repeatedly for more than a dozen times, he became very angry.
There was no clock in the interrogation room, and there was no change in light. Fushimi Lu could not feel the passage of time. He checked his pulse and counted silently in his mind. It felt like five or six hours had passed before anyone came in.
Kazama Takusai just woke up, washed his face and felt energetic. He walked into the interrogation room, signaled his subordinates to turn off the surveillance, and Dama Jindao sat down in front of Fushimi Lu.
"Last chance," Kazama Takusai put the file bag on the table: "Front and surrender, or do you have to fight stubbornly?"
"I'm innocent." Fushimi Shika yawned.
"Don't worry, I won't use violence," Kazama Takusai opened the file bag and took out a piece of paper: "This is the gun smoke reaction test report, which was detected on you."
Seeing Fushimi Shika about to speak, he interrupted: "It's too late, you have no chance to confess now. I have to admit that your crime methods are very superb, but there will always be someone smarter than you in the world."
"This is your crime tool, right? Use a needle to draw fingerprints on the handle of the gun in an attempt to blame others... But unfortunately, this needle has your DNA on it."
Kazama Takusai took out the sealed evidence from the file bag, which contained a thin needle: "How many years do you think the sentence should be for intentional homicide and assaulting a police officer?"
Fushimi Lu slowly lowered his head and lay on the table.
He turned his face sideways, closed his eyes and took a nap, and spoke in a muffled voice: "Do you need me to remind you? On the afternoon of the incident, I took a practical class on how to operate a pistol. It is normal for me to have gunpowder smoke reactions on my body. Could it be that you Do you plan to use this as evidence to convict me?”
"Or do you think that needle is key evidence? Why do you prove that I used that needle? And why do you say that the fingerprints on the pistol were forged? Do you know that you are shaking the foundation of modern criminal investigation? If you just If you can tell that a fingerprint is forged just by looking at it, can a case convicted based on fingerprints be overturned at any time?”
Kazama Takusai said in his heart that this guy was indeed as difficult as he expected.
However, once inside the interrogation room, no matter how powerful the suspect is, he will not be able to uncover anything. Even if words can't break through the opponent's psychological defense, Kazama Takusai has another way.
"Go on, lock him up for ten hours, and don't let him sleep during this period." Kazama Takusai stood up and adjusted his tie.
Fushimi Lu suddenly laughed: "Sorry, you have no chance."
Kazama Takusai frowned: "Pretend to be a ghost..."
"Boss!" Jun Watanabe suddenly opened the door to the interrogation room, his face extremely ugly: "Quick, come out!"
"You don't want this month's salary, do you?" Kazama Takusai said.
"Something big happened!" Watanabe Shun raised a newspaper in front of him: "The murderer surrendered!!"
(End of chapter)