Next, Kazuma, accompanied by two criminal police officers from the local police station, entered Mieko Oshiba's home.
With his sense of smell, he could smell the stench of Oshiba Mieko's house from a long distance away.
It's hard for him to judge how smelly it is. If ordinary people can smell it from this distance, the neighbors will call the police first if Mieko Oshiba doesn't commit suicide.
After observing the expressions of the criminal police in the two places, Hema judged that this was probably due to his too good sense of smell.
At this time, the criminal police who climbed the stairs together said: "The landlord told us that their dog has been reluctant to go upstairs, and ran out desperately when he reached the stairs. I think the dog may be able to smell the smell of Dachai's house from here. gone."
For a moment, He Ma felt that the criminal policeman was deliberately calling him a dog, but then he thought about it, the local criminal policeman he met by chance probably didn't know that he had a keen sense of smell.
It may be mentioned in the news that Hema has a good nose, but most people think that this is the level of a professional perfumer's nose, and they don't think that Hema has the same sense of smell as a dog.
On the third floor, the uniformed policemen guarding the door looked bitter.
He Ma: "You have worked hard."
After he finished speaking, he realized that he had to pretend to be smoked first—in fact, he was almost used to the stench at this time, and he had to pay attention to it to realize that the stench was still there.
The leading detective muttered, "This is the first time I know that kitchen waste can produce this kind of smell."
He Ma frowned.
With his keen sense of smell, he was sure that this was more like the smell of heavily polluted Tokyo Bay than kitchen waste.
In Tokyo Bay in this era, not only the domestic sewage of more than 30 million people in Tokyo, but also the industrial wastewater of a large number of factories.
In the 1980s, Japan had not transferred its heavily polluting industries outside, and the waste water produced by these industries was directly discharged into the sea.
In addition, there is a large amount of domestic waste. Although the Tokyo Municipal Government has established many landfills, many waste disposal companies directly dump the waste in the yard without landfilling in order to save costs.
There are several open-air dumps around Tokyo, where vast quantities of trash are piled up with no treatment at all, and everything from scrapped cars to old pianos can be found there.
A Japanese novelist Hikari Sugii, who I liked very much in my life, wrote a very romantic scene, saying that the hero and heroine went to a distant place with a guitar on their backs. The piano thrown on the field played an ensemble.
It's really romantic at first glance.
But when He Ma was a child, the small town in his hometown did not have garbage disposal facilities, and there were also such garbage dumps. He Ma’s impression was that this kind of garbage dump was stinky.
There is also a song among their group of children, which describes the scene of a large number of scavengers picking up rubbish in the garbage dump. I remember the last sentence seems to be: the captain gave an order, and smelly shoes and socks were flying all over the sky.
Reminiscent of this nursery rhyme when I was a child, the romantic scene created by the Japanese writer is like a leaky inflatable doll, no longer charming.
In these garbage dumps, when it rains, all the harmful substances in the various garbage will dissolve into the water, enter the sewer, and then be directly discharged into the sea.
The water in Tokyo Bay now smells like a mixture of the stench of salted fish and the rust of heavy metals. Every time Hema drives to the mobile station in Odaiba, he smells this smell all the way.
Of course, you don’t have to worry about this problem when you drive a GTR now. The air conditioner in the GTR is powerful, just close the windows and sigh about the air conditioner.
When I drove the crepe car before, the car did not have an on-board air conditioner, and the cooling was all done by a small electric fan. In order to cool down, the car windows had to be opened.
By the way, when Tokyo first hosted the Olympic Games in 1964, the water in Tokyo Bay was still blue. So in that Olympic Games, no one complained that the marine event was the dung sea butterfly.
Hema took out a handkerchief to hold his nose, opened the door and entered Dachai's apartment.
Clothes were strewn all over the apartment, and underwear was thrown everywhere, and Kazuma used his forefinger and thumb to pick up the meat thrown on the stove, frowning.
The local criminal policeman said, "Isn't it better to get the gun first?"
He Ma: "I just saw that the heater was placed in the house like this, and my attention was attracted."
As he said that, he threw the cloth in his hand aside and continued to check the room.
Then He Ma found out that the clothes Da Chai wore back from the police station today were not in the house.
"No, I didn't see the clothes she was wearing when she left the police station today." He Ma said, "And there is only one white-collar women's suit in this room, no matter how you think it's not right? No matter what There should be a change of clothes."
Only then did the two detectives realize something was wrong.
The younger criminal policeman immediately ran to the door and said as he ran, "Maybe it was taken to a nearby dry cleaner for dry cleaning."
"Wait a minute!" He Ma shouted to the inspector, walked to the only professional suit hanging on the wall, and touched the plastic cover on the suit with his hands.
"This should be given by the dry cleaner. It should have the phone number and address of the dry cleaner."
As he spoke, he flipped through the suits on the wall, revealing the address and phone number.
Pointing to the address, Kazuma said, "Go to this dry cleaning shop. If I guess right, the clothes that Mieko Oshiba sent back today will be left in the shop. Ask her in detail about her mental state when she came to entrust the dry cleaning. "
"Yes." The young inspector agreed loudly, turned around and rushed out the door.
He Ma looked at the policeman at the place where he left behind: "It's unreasonable. Would a person with suicidal thoughts send their clothes to dry cleaning? She must have gone home first to take off her clothes and put on home clothes." I went to the dry cleaners later, is it reasonable for someone who is going to die tonight?"
His audience just threw up their hands.
Hema rested his chin, staring at the suit on the wall, lost in thought.
At this time, the local criminal police reminded: "What you said just now is reasonable, but it doesn't count in court. Unless you can find out that there was another person in this room when the incident happened tonight, and he pushed Dachai down." Otherwise, this matter can only be concluded as suicide.”
Talk to the horse.
He had a hunch that there was no second person in this room tonight.
The eldest brother from the local police station continued: "However, it is very difficult to find evidence of the existence of the second person, because in the condition of this room, it is not easy to extract hair or fingerprints."
Hema smiled wryly, and then walked slowly towards the balcony carefully not to step on the scattered magazines and bento boxes on the ground.
There is a green plant on the balcony, but it doesn't seem to take care of it. The whole potted plant is in a state of freely singing the beauty of life.
The floor of the balcony is much neater than that of the house, at least there is no garbage.
Hema thought it might be because Dachai was too lazy to open the sliding door of the balcony.
The railing of the balcony is made of stainless steel, which looks very unreliable at first glance, and the partition between it and the balcony of the next room is also a plain steel plate. It seems that the word saving materials is written on the forehead.
In this kind of apartment, if you don't lock the balcony door, it's basically the same as opening the door for people to buy.
There is a layer of dust on the stainless steel railings, and only two places are clean.
Those two clean places looked like two footprints, someone climbed onto the railing barefoot and stood there.
He immediately stepped forward, stretched out a finger, touched the edge of the railing lightly through the glove, and shook it slightly.
This railing is not secure at all.
Standing on this kind of wobbly railing, even Hema has to be careful, after all, Hema hasn't practiced the skill of falling from this floor without incident.
Maybe Kazuma needs to be as old as Suzuki Butler to be airborne from a helicopter.
At this time, He Ma suddenly had a whimsical idea. He looked back at the criminal police uncle and said, "Is it possible that she just came out of sleepwalking in a daze, but the railing was not stable, and she fell down."
The criminal police uncle looked at Kazuma with the eyes of a fool: "You can talk to the prosecutor and see if he will talk to you."
Whether or not to file a lawsuit is decided by the prosecutor, and Japanese prosecutors want to pursue the closing rate, and must ensure that the suspect will be convicted after the lawsuit is filed.
So as long as there is insufficient evidence, prosecutors will often choose not to bring charges and put the suspect back.
Obviously, none of the prosecutors would accept the hypothesis put forward by Ma and Ma just now—no, if Prosecutor Yuzao had a half chance of accepting it. The other half of the possibility is that Yuzao will give full play to his ghost marriage characteristics and severely reprimand Hema's whimsy.
He Ma: "Pretend I never said that."
"What did you say? I was just listening to the analysis of tomorrow's horse race, but I didn't hear it." The old detective said.
But he wasn't holding the radio at all, and he didn't have earplugs in his ears.
Obviously, he just used that method to express his attitude just now.
Hema withdrew his gaze and carefully studied the footprints on the railing.
"Strange." He murmured.
"What's the matter?" The old detective asked a little impatiently.
He Ma: "Don't you think it's strange? The height of the railing is basically impossible for ordinary people to step on it with one foot, and they have to pull it up to the hips. But look at the huge balcony, there is not even a place to step on it.
"This kind of railing is welded with stainless steel pipes and goes straight up and down. The railing itself has no place to stand, so you can only step on the railing in one step."
Talking to the horse, he raised his leg and gestured.
The old criminal policeman scratched his head: "This... makes sense. I was the one who went to the landlord to open the door. I should be the first person to enter the apartment after the incident. I didn't see anything on the balcony either."
"Isn't it strange?" He Ma asked, and under the premise of ensuring that he would not touch the railing to wipe off the dust on the railing, he looked down with his head slightly.
Downstairs, the forensics department completed the collection of evidence on the corpse and its surroundings. The undertaker moved the corpse to a stretcher and carried it into a van that was painted black.
The forensic department that sent away the corpse briefly assembled, and then walked towards the apartment building.
He was speechless with Ma, he originally thought that there was no forensics department busy in Dachai's room upstairs because the on-site investigation had already ended.
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Talking to the horse, he looked down at the shoe prints on the floor—damn, wouldn't he be directly regarded as a prisoner
Even if he was not regarded as a prisoner, he left his own shoe prints on the scene, which is enough for people with ulterior motives to cause some small troubles.
The old detective obviously guessed what He Ma was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, our police forensic department is not that stupid, they will ignore the shoe prints of our investigators."
He Ma: "Yeah, that's great."
At this time, the voice of the little policeman guarding the door came from the door: "Everyone in the forensic department, you have worked hard."
Then the forensics with their toolboxes entered in a file, and the leader said to He Ma: "You must be careful not to damage the scene! It is best to leave the scene and hide as far away as you can."
He Ma raised his hands to give a French military salute, and at the same time stepped back and stood against the wall.
And the old detective who temporarily acted as He Ma's partner said: "Don't be so serious, this is Kiryu Kazuma, that is Kiryu Kazuma. He has only been here for a while, and he found a logic that cannot be explained. question."
The three witnesses stopped what they were doing and looked at Kazuma curiously.
Only then did He Ma tell the witnesses about the strange place he had just discovered.
The three forensics looked at each other, and the leader scratched his scalp and said, "This is a problem. We just checked the corpse below. There are no bruises on the crotch and other places that are easy to pull."
Hema: "That's right. The missing stepping stone, that sounds like the title of a detective story."
The witness tried: "Perhaps the deceased practiced yoga?"
He Ma: "Practice yoga? Is there any connection?"
"Yes, yoga can strengthen the body's flexibility, balance, etc. Maybe a yoga master can directly climb the railing."
He Ma frowned: "You might as well say that you flew up with light work."
The old criminal policeman asked Kazuma seriously: "Is there any way for the Kiryu Police Department to go directly to the railing without relying on stepping?"
He Ma: "Of course I have a solution. I'm like Jack Chen... I mean, I'm dedicated to the study of parkour. Let alone a rail of this height, I can jump without using my hands if it is higher. go up.
"But there is absolutely no way for Oshiba Mieko to do such a thing."
After all, Mieko Oshiba has no martial arts level at all, so she should still be a mortal.
In addition, Tamamo came today, so the possibility that Oshiba Mieko is a monster can be ruled out.
A guy who doesn't know martial arts and is not a monster can jump up the railing lightly without relying on any stepping things-this is really impossible.
Even if she really jumped up, it is impossible to leave such footprints. The footprints are too straight, and it feels like Mieko Oshiba is standing on the railing and straddling her.
The distance between the two footprints and the angle between them and the railing are too standard.
If she really jumped up reluctantly, the footprints could not be like this, they would definitely be skewed, and there might be more than one pair of footprints left because of her unstable standing.
And Ma thought so.
The two problems of fishy smell and hanging ornaments have not been resolved, and now a new problem has come up.