After meeting with the suspected teacher Ryuhei Aizawa and making brief inquiries, the boy took Karasuma and left the high school.
"Wooden man, do you think he is the murderer?"
That evening, in Hatoyama's house, in Hatoyama Keiko's room, Kokarasuma squatted next to the stove, feeling the warmth that the small stove brought to her, and asked.
Although she didn't notice anything strange, the boy's weird "big brother next door" smile gave her great confidence.
"It's just suspicion."
The boy was sitting next to him, peeling oranges and looking down in thought.
When Aizawa Ryuhei faced his questioning during the day, he showed a strange emotional reaction. Although the man quickly covered it up and covered it up with grief for the murder of the two deceased people, the boy still captured this. Something strange.
Aizawa Ryuhei must have hidden something during the daytime interrogation.
Of course, after all, it was just a suspicion. It would be too arbitrary to conclude that Aizawa Ryuhei was the murderer.
Moreover, they did not have any relevant evidence or clues at the time. If Aizawa Ryuhei was really the murderer, and if they rashly interrogated him, not only would they not be able to find out anything, but it would also arouse his vigilance and make him do something. What an extreme move, it's inappropriate.
Therefore, the boy chose to go home at that time without further questioning.
"Then what should we do next?" Xiao Karasuma asked again.
"Let someone investigate Aizawa Ryuhei's family and interpersonal relationships first, and take your time." The boy replied.
As he spoke, he divided the oranges in his hands evenly and handed them to Hatoyama Keiko and Kokarasuma respectively.
"Eh... I thought you would suddenly have a flash of inspiration in your mind, and then catch the murderer in one fell swoop..." Kokarasuma took the half of the orange and complained.
In the more than a year since she returned to Japan, she has become a "veteran" who has accompanied the boy through many cases, although most of the time she is only responsible for waving flags, assisting, and finally providing an "assist" etc., but the experience has still increased a lot.
Among them, the boy's behavior most of the time made her accustomed to it.
It's like that, the murderer will always come up with some unimaginable killing methods that normal humans can't imagine, and the boy will usually suddenly discover a flaw in it during the reasoning process, and use this to quickly deduce the only solution that fits the situation. The identity of the murderer was revealed, and he was finally caught from the crowd of onlookers nearby.
Cases like this save time and effort to solve. The criminal is still around and there is no need to go far to find him. A wooden man can probably solve three or four cases a day.
"That's because there's something wrong with their minds." Knowing what Xiao Karasuma was talking about, the boy replied.
He didn't quite understand the brain circuits of this type of criminal. After committing a crime, he didn't even think about how to run away, but he actually dared to stay at the scene of the crime and solve the case with the police?
Even if it were another detective, how dare you be so arrogant in front of him? what are you thinking?
Of course, for the boy himself, if all the cases in the world were of this type, it should be a good thing. After all, as long as he solved the murderer's murder method, he could find the criminal directly at the scene. There is no need to worry about not being able to catch anyone, which will indeed improve his efficiency in solving crimes to a considerable extent.
But this is impossible. The boy encountered more cases of this type. The murderer did not use any weird killing techniques, but spent all his time hiding the identity of the real murderer. .
In this type of case, the murder method is simple and clear. The difficulty is to dig out the real murderer. You can only start from the side of the deceased, peel off the cocoon bit by bit, and investigate one by one...
"When Karasuma-chan is in school, you can also ask by the way. In these matters, the identity of classmates is always more convenient than that of the police."
The one who spoke was Keiko Hatoyama. She handed the orange she had eaten only a few small pieces to Karasumaru. This was high in sugar, and eating too much of it would be bad for her health.
A full year has passed since the last case involving Kyoko's classmate. From the outside, Sister Keiko doesn't seem to have changed much.
If anything, she seems to have become "lazy" recently?
This is Karasuma's only feeling.
Recently, Keiko Hatoyama has been absent from the university from time to time. Of course, this is not a serious matter in terms of her identity.
It is said that due to physical reasons, she seems to be no longer able to maintain full attendance in college as before.
Of course, I heard from the doctor that this seems to be just a phased situation. After this phase is passed, it will naturally get better...
Karasuma hoped so.
"Hiss...it hurts!"
Just as he stretched out his hand to take the small orange slice handed over by Hatoyama Keiko, Kokarasuma's open palm suddenly shrank and said subconsciously.
"What's wrong with the hand?" Hatoyama Keiko asked, and the boy beside him also looked up.
"It's where Qiuna scratched her yesterday..."
Looking down at his tingling palms, Karasuma looked sad.
Yesterday at noon, when Akuna-san was finally poisoned and died, Akina-san's nails scratched the palm of Kokarasuma's hand holding her hand several times under the stimulation of severe pain.
Just now, she didn't notice when she opened her palms, so she opened these small wounds that hadn't fully healed yet.
"Didn't you go to bandage it?"
"It's okay. It's not deep anyway. They will scar on their own in a few days..."
As Kokarasuma said this, he opened his palm and stretched it towards Hatoyama Keiko.
"There are several wounds, that friend of yours...eh?"
Hatoyama Keiko took a look, and suddenly seemed to notice something. She suddenly stopped speaking, frowned, tilted her head, changed several angles, and carefully looked at the crooked lines in Xiao Karasuma's hand. , intersecting wounds.
"Sister Keiko, what's wrong?" Seeing that she was so concerned, Karasuma continued to raise her hands and asked in confusion.
"No, I just suddenly felt that the wounds on your palms, Karasuma, are twisted together. If you look carefully, they seem to resemble some kind of pattern... like stars?"
These words of Keiko Hatoyama made the boy on the side who had originally looked away suddenly turn his head again.
"Huh? Stars?"
Hearing this, Xiao Karasuma took back his hand and took a closer look, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.
[Hmm~ Akina, what is that notebook used for? It's so thick, and there are little stars and animals on it. Did you draw those yourself? 】
[Well, I drew it myself, it’s my diary...]
[Eh—it turns out to be a diary? I thought it was the love letter written to you by a male classmate of our school that you collected, Akina~]
[Karasu, Karasuma-san? ! I-I wouldn't do that kind of thing! 】
[I know, I know~ Don't be shy, you're blushing when I look at Qiuna... But since it's a diary, you should be able to take a look at it, right? I also seem to know something about your past, Akina~]
【no! The diary cannot be read by others! 】
【don't want! show me! 】
【Really can not! 】
【obedient! Give me Kangkang! 】
[Wait a minute, Karasuma-san, you can’t steal it...]
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(End of chapter)
