"Now I will demonstrate to you the way the murderer creates this illusion!" Takagi said proudly, then got under the operating bed.

"This bed is a handmade bed made of wooden strips, with a grid-like surface and a sheet with an opening at the knee of the deceased."

"Actually, the deceased died before Miss Xiaolan and Miss Yuanzi saw it, and the illusion of struggle you saw is like this..." Takagi stretched out his hand and grabbed the deceased's legs and danced up and down: "With this kind of effect, you can do it."

"I suggest you come out and see the effect..." A sound of cold water splashing sounded by the bed. It turned out that Kensuke Chishou followed him to the bed at some point.

"What's wrong?" Takagi asked with displeased look on his head.

"Look at it yourself..." Kensuke Chishou pointed at Takagi's hands holding the deceased's calves: "The deceased's sheets are very thin, so you can see your hands like this!"

"Ah!" Takagi looked forward, right? There was obviously a bulge of hands on the calf above the sheet.

"This... I understand!" Takagi clapped his hands: "It's not to grab it, but to hold it!" He said, letting go of the hand holding the corpse, and instead dragging it upwards below, allowing the corpse's legs to fall naturally with gravity.

"It's still very unnatural." Keisuke Chisu said honestly.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Gao Mu crawled out of the bed and said angrily: "The deceased has been dead for a long time. Now that the zombie zombie is more serious, of course it will take more effort! And at that time Miss Xiaolan and Miss Yuanzi were already scared by the haunted house, so they may not be able to see it very clearly, right?"

"Hey hey!" Yuanko, who was already facing Keisuke Chishou, felt that she looked down on her and Xiaolan, and immediately said: "Even if Xiaolan and I were very scared at the time, I clearly remember that we were looking at a pair of very flexible feet at that time! When we were struggling, we also saw red nail polish!"

"This..." Takagi was furious and panickedly looked around for clues to improve his inference.

"You know this is a corpse too!" Another person came to scold Takagi, who was the coroner Xiao Ye Yiyu: "Then don't play with the corpse here? And I'll tell you seriously that the deceased's calves were neither pinched nor held or natural falling traces!"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Takagi hurriedly apologized. When he lowered his head, he saw two large cardboard boxes stacked together under the operating bed, and his eyes lit up again.

"It was just an experiment just now, but now it is the real method!" Takagi shouted again, retracting under the bed.

The two large cartons were stacked together, which was exactly the same thickness as a person. Gao Mu lay on the large carton and stretched his feet out from the gap in the bed sheet room where he had reached out his hand.

"Actually, the feet that Miss Xiaolan and Miss Yuanzi saw were not the deceased, but the murderer stretched out his feet and waved them up and down. No matter how much the sheet flew, it might not be able to fly to the knee! So the cracks in the sheets were knees rather than calf!"

It was Yuanzi's first rebuttal: "Do you think Xiaolan and I were both blind at that time? Didn't you just have four legs in this moment?"

"Suzuko!" Xiaoran pulled Suzuki Sonako. This friend seemed to be confused by the beauty and was determined to help Keisuke Chishou speak.

"This..." Takagi was embarrassed again and crawled out from under the bed in shame. It was also a problem that the victim's feet would be exposed after the blanket was raised.

"Who's the idea of ​​making this kind of manual surgical bed?" asked Mikako Sato. Although Takagi's reasoning was not realized, if the murderer really used a technique similar to Takagi, the person who proposed to make this kind of bed would be suspicious.

"It's An Cai herself. She said that such a bed would sway and crunch, which was even more terrifying." said the deceased's classmates.

"What about the bed sheet?" Sato Mikako asked again. The reason why she thought Takagi's thoughts were likely to be close to the truth was that the sheet did have a hidden crack in a suspicious position.

"The sheets are the old cloth we found in the warehouse, which may be left behind in the previous sports meet." Several classmates replied again: "But what we found was a whole piece of cloth! There has never been any modifications!"

"It seems that the murderer had made it secretly, and Takagi's idea seems to be close." Sato Mikako looked at the coroner Xiao Ye again: "How is the scars on her face identified?"

Xiao Ye Yiyu's post-mortem is being taken off: "A lot of flesh and blood tissue was found in the nails of the deceased, and it can basically be confirmed that it is similar to the Yoshikawa line."

"Will there be a murderer's organization in the nails?" Takagi asked again: "Maybe the deceased scratched the murderer when he was struggling."

"Isn't it natural for her to catch the wound on An Cai's face? She caught it herself to create a horror atmosphere!" said the deceased classmate.

Xiao Ye Yiyu first refuted the classmate: "After putting on the ventilator mask, most of these scars were covered, and aren't you using red plasma pigments? Why do you have to scratch them yourself?"

Then he explained to Takagi: "I don't think it's possible, because the scratches on the deceased's face are very complete, and..." Suddenly, Xiaoye Yiyu reached out to cover Takagi's mouth: "Did you want to try it?"

Takagi reached out and pulled Xiao Ye Yiyu's hand. Xiao Ye Yiyu didn't use any force so he easily broke it open. At the same time, Takagi and everyone also suddenly realized that if they pry open their palms, they would wrap the other's hands and arms in the palm of their palms, and their fingers would only scratch their face.

"So stupid!" Yuanzi said again, and Xiaolan could only smile bitterly.

After a while of depression, Takagi suddenly felt disappointed and found out why it was his own embarrassment. Didn’t the plan make Keisuke Chishou lose face?

Thinking of this, he looked at Kensuke Chishou who was silent for a while, but he actually found that Kensuke Chishou was looking at his mobile phone email, but his expression was a little subtle.

"Hey! Tell me what you think!" Takagi shouted dissatisfiedly: "Don't use your phone during working hours!"

Keisuke Chishou glanced at Takagi. Takagi had imagined that it might be contempt, mockery, or anger, but Takagi only felt the feeling of being ignored.

Kensuke Chisho looked at Takagi without any interest, then looked at Mikako Sato: "Sato Police Department, I have some personal urgent matters that I need to go immediately. Can I approve the fake?"

"No problem." Mikako Sato just stunned for a moment and agreed. If there is a quarrel, Mizumatsuki will have an urgent matter.

"Hey! Do you think you can't solve the case, so you want to run away because of embarrassment?" Sato Mikako's attitude of agreeing just after a moment of consideration made Takagi feel that this was a partial care, and negative emotions became more and more intense, holding back Keisuke Chishou, who was about to turn around and leave.

Keisuke Chishou looked at Takagi with a somewhat unpredictable look, which made Takagi feel a little frustrated.

"Takagi!" Sato Mikako said in a scolding tone.

"It's okay, one or two minutes is enough." Keisuke Chishou sneered and pointed at Takagi's nose with his finger: "You're only one last step away from solving the case, do you know?"

Takagi slapped Keisuke Chishou's finger and said, "You're just one step away and you can go and see me? What does it mean to want to leave?" Takagi asked indignantly.

"Hmph." Keisuke Chishou ignored him: "You guys, take off your shoes." These words were for the three classmates who witnessed the "death" of the deceased with Koran Yuanko.

"What is this reasoning?" Takagi was still shouting.

"All your mind is in reasoning, are you a policeman or a detective?" Kensuke asked back: "Are you here to investigate the case or play the mystery game?"

"Puchi!" Sato Mikako couldn't help laughing. Mizumatsu was still the same, and she was not very happy when she mentioned the words related to detectives.

Ignoring Takagi's reaction, Keisuke Chishou continued: "Since you have confirmed that the murderer may have replaced the deceased's feet with his own feet for Xiaolan and the others to see - even if it's just possible! Xiaolan and Yuanko have clearly stated that the feet they saw were painted with red nail polish, then do you have any questions about what to do next?" Then he turned his eyes to the three deceased classmates who had just asked him to take off his shoes.

"I understand, I have no problem anyway." A classmate with glasses was the first to squat down to take off his shoes: "Because I was injured some time ago, I had gauze wrapped around my feet, so I can go to the hospital to prove it." While saying that, taking off my shoes to reveal my feet wrapped around gauze. Of course, the hospital certificate is not needed. There are so many doctors here - although most of them don't have much experience in seeing living people.

"I don't need slippers." The female classmate pointed at her feet, because she also played the role, just wearing a pair of slippers barefoot.

Several police officers walked over and checked carefully, thinking that if they wanted to replace the deceased's feet, it would be more suspicious for the women of the same class.

"Can it be wiped off?" Takagi asked.

"Please, after seeing An Cai die, I have been with these people until now! Do you tell me what to do?" The female classmate asked angrily, and she also felt that the jumping policeman was a little disgusting.

"Where is this classmate? What are you going to be slow?" Kensuke urged the third classmate to take off his shoes for a long time.

"That... I've been a little bit aphrodisiac recently, so let's forget it, it's too indecent." The third man said shyly, while he was stepping on his left foot and stomping the white upper to the light red of fake plasma.

"Hurry up and take off. The rotten corpse has been fiddled with several times. Is there a little bit of athlete's foot?" Keisuke Chishou was still rushing for time, so hesitating with him. He directly put him down and stepped on his shoes.

"Yo? The taste is quite unique?" Seeing the third person's toenails coated with already-dreamed plasma nail polish, Kensuke said sarcastically.

"The rest is left to you. I have something to do and I have to take the lead." Kensuke Chishou did not plan to listen to the reasons for murder or wait for the murderer to make a quibble. Before leaving, he asked Takagi, who looked dissatisfied, and said: "Do you know how to investigate the case now?"

"Hmph?" Takagi certainly refused to accept Keisuke Chishou's education, and snorted coldly and said, "Just try your luck, picking up someone's teeth."

"Tsk tsk." Keisuke Chishou grabbed the sheet at the foot of the deceased and lifted it up, pointing to the red marks on it: "Has no one ever checked the sheet?"

“That’s…”

It is a pattern composed of several sets of plural red parallel lines, and it looks like a plasma-like red.

The forensic team looked at the autopsy team. Because there was an autopsy there, no one went to investigate at that time. I thought that forensics should take a look at it casually when they were taking an autopsy.

The autopsy team is also looking at the forensic team. Their job is to conduct the autopsy, and the live forensic team at the survey site will do it!

"The nail polish should not fade, right?" Kensuke asked the female classmate of the deceased.

"It's not easy." The female classmate replied blankly.

Mikako Sato was a little dissatisfied at this time, "Why don't you ask her if you don't ask me? Do you think I have nothing to do with nail polish? Are you in urgent need of something? What are you stumble here?"

"Then I don't need to say what these are. Thank you for your teachings. I'll leave in advance!" He gestured to the murderer's "manicure" with his eyes, and Kensuke turned around and prepared to leave.

"Slow down! When did you find out? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Takagi asked with his eyes wide open, looking for a return flight.

"When you walk there to watch your performance!" Keisuke Chishouto said as he left without even leaving.

When he walked out of Mihua University, Uncle Maori was still giving a speech there. Keisuke Chisou was unintentionally watching it. After leaving Mihua University, he took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

"Grape Kaubil! Is the email you just sent true?" Kensuke Chishou said to the phone.

Grape Kaubil is a member of the Grape Kaubil intelligence team. After Mizumatsu took the intelligence team to Gunma, he replaced the original person in charge and became the new team leader. Then Mizumatsu asked the boss to give him Grape Kaubil's code name.

"You confirm? How did the news come about?"

"I understand, don't make any public statements. Delete and destroy the original information for me! Then delete the email I sent to me before."

After just explaining a few words, Mizuma Yue put down her cell phone and stood by the roadside to think.

If the news that Gracobile gave him was true... his chances of destroying the organization have doubled!

Just as I was thinking, the phone in my hand rang again.

When I saw the number, Mizuki almost held his breath. It was Belmode.

After thinking about it carefully, the incident would not have happened so soon. Mizumatsu answered the phone.

"Busy man? Why are you busy calling you? "Belmode said in a teasing tone.

"My subordinates just report to me about my work, from Gunma, and I have only spoken for a while, right?" Mizumazuki looked in an innocent tone.

"It's only a little while? That's a coincidence..." Belmode didn't delve into it.

"Is there anything urgent?" Mizumatsu asked. It was hard to imagine that Belmode would call one after another after another after another.
Chapter completed!