He Ma is not surprised that he was recognized—a headshot of He Ma has been published in newspapers, and a photo of He Ma has been missed in news programs. In this era where traditional media is the main means of information dissemination, theoretically everyone Both should recognize the horse.
There are few people who can recognize Hema in this hot spring street, which means that it is very closed, and there are few people who read news and newspapers.
He smiled at Kazuma: "Hello, I am Kiryu Kazuma."
He would have liked to show off his title, but now he has more interesting questions to ask this one.
"You are the God Lord? With your mountaineering suit and the basket full of grass behind you, did you go to the mountain to pick herbs?"
"Oh, as expected of Mr. Kiryu, he deduced it immediately!"
Reasoning your sister, is this still using reasoning
"I thought the plasters made by the God Lord himself were just a publicity stunt..." He Ma was speechless, he really thought that just now.
It's like the small pot of tea I've seen in my previous life, which clearly shows the nonsense of leeks.
The Almighty waved his hand: "I mainly have nothing to do, this hot spring street has very few permanent residents, and in the off-season of tourism, there are often no one to visit for several weeks.
"It happened that when I was young, I learned to identify herbs with my father, and I started working."
Said that the god master showed a humble smile: "I didn't expect it to become a famous product after going back and forth. In fact, this plaster is not that effective at all. It's just that the herbs are mixed with mint, and it feels cool and comfortable. Everyone thinks it is effective."
Hema looked at the plaster that had been packed by Hiroko, and thought, so this is just a placebo effect...
Before He Ma could speak, the priest continued: "Teacher Kiryu, you are here, drink some tea before you leave, you are sweating profusely, it is my negligence to ask you to go down the mountain like this."
As soon as the Lord God finished speaking, He Ma realized that he was indeed a little thirsty, so he should replenish water in time and put out all his strength—no, it was to prevent heatstroke.
He nodded and said: "It's good to take a rest. My apprentice Yuzao just climbed the stone steps at the door, so asking her to follow me down is like bullying her."
Tamamo: "I'm fine, and proper exercise helps keep me in shape."
Hema glanced at her slender waist and said nothing,
God Master: "Then, this way please. Hiroko, you can pack up and go."
After all, the priest himself went to the building connected to the social office, which should be his home.
Kazuma and Tamamo followed.
Behind them, Bozi was cleaning up before the end of business, closing the sales window of the social office, and pulling up the anti-theft iron bars.
**
The home of the God Lord is a very typical Japanese-style building, and most of the internal walls are sliding doors that can be opened.
But compared to the magnificent Japanese-style buildings Hema had seen before, this house was full of life.
And it can be seen that the god master is a master who doesn't like to clean up the house. The body of the ground herbal medicine, the half-written sign and the unfinished ointment packaging box are scattered in the room.
There are also various books everywhere.
Hema noticed one thing: most of the books scattered around were detective novels.
Especially on the shelf at the door of the toilet, there are many detective novels stuffed.
It seems that God Lord is a person who likes to enrich himself by reading books while squatting in the pit.
And according to He Ma's life experience, such people generally need Ma Yinglong's rescue.
The priest opened the sliding door of the living room and said to Kazuma, "Please come inside, I'll get you iced barley tea."
Hema nodded, and asked casually, "Is there electricity on this mountain?"
"Of course there is electricity. Otherwise, where will the lighting come from during the festival? Do you use torches? There is a hidden danger of causing forest fires."
He joked with Ma: "Set fire to the bottom of the prison and sit through it."
The Almighty laughed, opened the door leading to the kitchen and got in.
Yuzao had already entered the living room, but Hema was not in a hurry to go in. He flipped through the books by the toilet door, and accidentally found a copy of "Modern Criminal Investigation" among a pile of detective novels.
There is still a bookmark in this book, and Hema opened the page of the bookmark, and found that the inside page of the book is full of things like students taking class notes.
He couldn't help frowning, and carefully put the book back in its place.
Then he scanned the books on the shelf again and found another copy of Durkheim's "On Suicide".
At first glance, this book does not fit well with a bunch of detective novels and "Modern Forensic Science", but he has studied modern psychology systematically in elective courses in his life, and he knows that "Suicide" is not simple. The study of suicide, which puts forward the concept of "anomie", which was later widely used in the field of criminal psychology.
Thinking about it carefully, there is a bit of black humor in it.
In this book, Durkheim divides suicide into several categories. The last category is "anomie suicide". After a person loses social norms, he has another ending besides suicide, which is to become a criminal.
He Ma recalled what he had learned in the psychology elective course in his previous life, and then put the book back on the shelf.
This priest reads such a hard-core book while going to the toilet, he deserves to have hemorrhoids.
While thinking like this with Ma, Kamiji came out of the restaurant with barley tea.
"Won't Mr. Kiryu go in and sit?"
"Here we go."
As he said that, he entered the living room with Ma, and then he found that the living room was quite cool.
There is a constant flow of natural wind from the open sliding door.
The wind chimes hanging on the side porch are tinkling.
Yuzao was sitting by the door that opened to the outside, the cool wind that poured in brushed her sweat-drenched hair on her forehead.
He Ma decided to sit down at a more convenient place to appreciate Tamamo.
The priest placed a large glass in front of him: "Sorry, I haven't had any guests here for a long time, and the ceramic teacups used for hospitality haven't been washed for a long time, so let's just use the glass."
"No problem, the glass represents modern industrial culture, and I quite like it." He Ma laughed, and then asked unexpectedly, "Master Shenzhu likes reading in the toilet so much, won't he get hemorrhoids?"
There was an obvious pause in the hands of the god master pouring the tea, and some of the tea splashed out, falling on Kazuma's arms, icy cold.
Looks like this guy is already suffering from hemorrhoids.
I don’t know if Ma Yinglong can be bought in Japan in this era.
Tamamo looked at Kazuma and frowned slightly.
Sure enough, even Tamamo couldn't accept asking such a question to a stranger whom he met for the first time today.
Hema pretended not to see Yuzao's expression, and calmly changed the question, as if the sentence just now did not exist: "Master Shenzhu is a fan of detective novels?"
At this time, the altar master returned to normal. He poured barley tea for the two guests, put the teapot on the table, and sat opposite the guests.
"My surname is Ota, just call me Ota."
"Then, Ota-san, you have a lot of detective novels here."
"Ah, yes, I like to read detective novels to pass the time in my spare time." Ota laughed.
He Ma: "What about "On Suicide"? Is that also a way to kill time?"
Because it is normal for detective novel fans to have a copy of "Modern Criminal Investigation" at home, He Ma skipped this book and asked about another book.
Ota's expression remained the same: "Ordinary people may think that "Suicide" is out of place among a pile of detective novels, but Mr. Kiryu certainly doesn't think so, right?"
He Ma: "Why do you say that?"
"Because you are a master at solving crimes, you must be proficient in criminal investigation, and you know that this "On Suicide" has a great connection with modern criminal psychology."
He Ma thought to himself when did I become a master at solving crimes again
The previous press conferences all focused on my bravery, deliberately avoided solving the case, and saved the face of the police.
Seeing Hema's expression, Taitian turned around and took out a weekly magazine Fang Chun from a pile of sundries.
Talk to the horse.
He vaguely guessed what happened.
Ota flipped through one of the pages familiarly, and showed the magazine upright to Kazuma: "This article describes in detail how you solved the refrigerator serial suicide case."
Kazuma didn't read the article, and looked directly at who wrote it, and suddenly saw Takashi Hanabou's name.
It seems that Takashi Hanabou wrote an article detailing how he solved the case two weeks after the article about burning 100 million yen with the horse.
And Hanaba Takashi didn't tell Kazuma about it.
So Kazuma now just wants to rush back to Tokyo and blow the head of the journalist.
"That, Ota-san," Hema rubbed his nose, "Most of the contents of the weekly magazine Fangchun are things that are not found in the wind."
"But this article is written as rigorously as a detective novel." Ota said again, the subtext is "this can still be fake".
Kazuma: "This must have been written like this on purpose by Hanabang Takashi. Listen, it's the detectives from the Investigative Section 1 and Investigative Section 4 of the Metropolitan Police Department that solved the case."
"But, Kiryu-sensei also aspires to become a criminal policeman, right? Don't you have a small test in these cases?"
No, I'm trying my best.
Dan and Ma replied with a smile: "No. The detectives of the Metropolitan Police Department are very professional, and there is no room for a layman like me to intervene."
"That's it." God Master Ota showed an obviously disappointed expression.
"Ota-san, you are so disappointed. Could it be that there is an incident that needs to be solved by someone who is good at criminal investigation?" Yuzao asked unexpectedly.
"No!" Ota subconsciously denied it, but immediately he hesitated, and after a brief struggle, he let out a sigh of relief, "Actually, there is."
He Ma: "The detective novels in your house seem to be new, and some of them are obviously purchased by mail. The books are stamped with the time when they were sold. I'm afraid you just fell in love with reading detective novels recently?"
Ota stared at Kazuma with widened eyes.
Although he didn't speak, He Ma seemed to hear him questioning: "Chang Wei, you still say you don't know martial arts?"
He Ma didn't care about it, and continued to ask: "The "On Suicide" I just read is still stamped with the seal of the library of the town hall. It should be the collection of books over there. Could it be that it came back from the library?"
Ota nodded, but immediately reacted and shook his head continuously: "No, no! I borrowed it, and I just wanted to pay it back when I go to the town next time, but I haven't been to the town for several months."
"You can ask Hiroko to replace you, isn't she in high school in the town?" Yuzao said.
"Let girls take this kind of book to the library to return, and strange rumors will spread immediately. There are few gossips in this kind of mountain, and they will not let go of this excellent subject." When Ota said this The mood is very low, and Ma guesses that he may have been hurt by a message before.
"Leave him alone for these details," He Ma waved his hand, "Let's talk about the important thing. You started reading detective novels and studying modern forensic science because of the accident that happened to the group of the Fantasy Creature Research Association of Meiji University last year. Criminal psychology, right?"
Ota took a deep breath, then nodded to Kazuma: "Yes. I doubt it was an accident."
"What's the reason?"
"When they went up the mountain, it was daytime, and there were no clouds, and the sun was very strong. As long as you don't run around in the mountains and forests on this kind of day, it is very difficult for accidents to happen."
He Ma immediately retorted: "Or they just lost their way in the mountains, and they were still looking for their way at night, and then the tragedy happened when their feet slipped."
"The time of death doesn't match." Ota replied, "Because I am a god master, I still have a bit of face with the police in the jurisdiction. I asked, and the one who died should have died during the day."
Spreading his hands with Ma: "Then maybe they are running in the mountains and forests. In detective novels, maybe they can be convicted like this, but in reality it doesn't work. There must be a complete chain of evidence."
In "Conan", Conan always finds one or two pieces of evidence, and then loudly announces that he has solved the case. In fact, that method of solving the case will not work in any country. It doesn't take a very good lawyer to complete the defense of innocence with the reason of "insufficient evidence". .
Therefore, every case in Conan must be the murderer’s confession at the end, because in Japan, as long as the murderer pleads guilty, the confession signed by him is the overwhelming evidence in court.
Ota has only read detective novels and modern criminal investigations, and he probably doesn't know much about how the Japanese judiciary works, so he looked at Kazuma with a surprised face: "Can't you convict if the time is not right?"
"Of course not. If you want to overturn the conclusion of accidental death, you must have a complete chain of evidence—of course, you can also find the murderer and make him plead guilty."
Ota lowered his eyes and looked at the desktop: "This is not acceptable... I thought it must be that Hantian put pressure on the county police in order to protect this hot spring tourism development plan."
Kazuma immediately recalled the information he had heard from the hotel hostess, Ms. Kamashima, and asked, "Han Tian is that... the Deputy Minister of Transport?"
Ota looked at Kazuma and nodded vigorously: "Yes, that's him."
In Japan, politicians and officials are separated. When the top politicians change, the iron-clad official system remains unchanged.
Therefore, the real power of all departments of the Japanese government is in the hands of the deputy officials. The deputy officials are responsible for maintaining the operation of the entire system, providing advice to the replaced politicians, and implementing the new ideas of the new boss.
Of course, the deputy officials can also enter politics after they have accumulated practical achievements. At this time, they will become politicians of the XX department according to their backgrounds, and closely collaborate with relevant interest groups.
This Hantian probably had similar thoughts.
As a person from the Ministry of Transport, a large part of his base is tourism promotion associations in various places.
Doing a good job in the hot spring tourism in his hometown is not only a reward for the blind date, but also of great benefit to his future.
So it is normal for Ota to suspect that Hantian is behind the scenes.
But there is still one thing Hema doesn't understand: "You... just because the death time was in the daytime, you suspect that it was not an accident? Isn't that right? You suspect that it was not an accident before you inquired about it, didn't you?"
The police would not take the initiative to tell the unrelated God Lord such details as the time of death, it must be because he had doubts first.
Ota pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, as if he was remembering something.
Finally he said: "I have a good relationship with the dead Watanabe-kun. He was a very cautious, intelligent, and somewhat arrogant child. It's hard for me to imagine that he would stumble and fall down the mountain."
"Everyone has the potential to stumble, and even cats, such athletic hunters, can roll over."
Moreover, after the popularization of video websites in the future, the cats with overturned cars will also be made into a video collection to please the scary erect ape.
Ota’s words did not sway Ota. He continued: “Arrogant children are easily bullied in school, even in college. During the conversation, I could feel that Watanabe-kun suffered a certain degree of coldness in school. Violence.
"Besides, Watanabe-kun is very talented, even among the group of children who passed the very difficult selection and entered Meiji University, he is very outstanding. In addition, he has a good relationship with Miss Akanishi, so it is inevitable that there will be some students in the class. envious of his people."
"However, even if those college students—those seniors from Meiji University have motives, we can't identify them as criminals just because of their motives. We need to talk about evidence." He Ma said.
"Yes, I know. So this year I kept going into the mountains to find evidence."
"So that's it. I said that your mountaineering suit looks very new, and you don't look like someone who has insisted on collecting herbs in the mountains for many years."
Ota laughed: "For many years, insisting on going to the mountains to collect herbs is the promotional standard finalized by the Tourism Promotion Association-oh, it is true to insist on grinding herbs to make plasters, but I used to grow some herbs in the fields around the shrine. It's over.
"People in the local agricultural association don't know about herbal medicine, and I don't buy fertilizer or get a loan, so they don't care about me."
He Ma brought back the topic that was about to digress: "So you have been running into the mountains this year, did you find any evidence?"
"This... there are some things that I don't know if they can be regarded as evidence. I'll bring them here for you."
Ota got up and left the living room, and came back with this small box after a while, and opened it in front of Kazuma.
There was a lot of dirty trash in the little box.
"Because I was worried about washing off the fingerprints on it, I took it back without rinsing it, and just put it away."
"Didn't your fingerprints stay on it?" He Ma asked.
"Of course not. I picked it up with gloves on. I understand that."
He Ma nodded, because he didn't pick up the things because he didn't have gloves, he just put them in the box for observation.
What caught his attention the most was a dirty butterfly hair accessory: "This hair accessory..."
"This is Ms. Akanishi's hair ornament. She wore it when she went to the mountain that day, but she didn't have it when she came back." Ota said, "Because Ms. Akanishi is a beautiful and lively person, this hair ornament looks like a real butterfly when she runs. Flying up and down the same way, I remember it very clearly."
Hema nodded, pointed to a lighter wreckage and asked, "What about this one? It looks like an ordinary plastic lighter."
"This is Watanabe-kun's lighter. At least the color is the same, but I'm not sure if other tourists have gone up the mountain with the same color lighter. After all, we sell this type of lighter in the convenience store here, and it's very cheap, so cheap If you lose it, you will never bother to find it.”
He Ma nodded slowly, while scanning the remaining objects, and then pointed to one of the things that looked like some kind of debris and asked, "What is this?"
The god insisted on answering, and Yuzao spoke first: "This is the turtle back card, which is used for divination. There should be a charm from the Yayoi period on the other side. But this should be a modern product. I don't remember this thing being unearthed."
Hema pinched Tamamo's thigh under the low table to remind her that she was bald.
How did you know it before it was unearthed
Tamamo immediately shut up, and watched Ota's expression with Kazuma. However, Ota was completely unaware of the logical problem here. He nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, there are indeed patterns on the back. As expected of a student of Tokyo University, he knows a lot."