Ryunosuke Akutagawa handed a folder to Taizai, "These are the people who don't have alibis that night."

"The alibis of the others are all confirmed?"

"Yes." Akutagawa nodded, "There is absolutely nothing suspicious."

"That's good." Taizai flipped through the file, "Fourteen people." He handed the file back to Akutagawa, "Did you test the smoke reaction?"

"There is no smoke reaction."

"Wait, smoke reaction, what is that?" The curious Atsushi Nakajima asked again.

"To put it bluntly, it is the identification of gunshot residue."

Akutagawa was a little unhappy, but he still answered, "When a gun is fired, it is made up of gunpowder and metal powder that is ejected from the muzzle or the air mass that escapes from the end of the barrel.

Therefore, whether gunpowder was used or not, you only need to test it with a piece of paper. "

"So that's how it is." Nakajima Atsushi was enlightened. "Does the lack of smoke mean that they haven't fired a shot?"

"You can't say that," Akutagawa replied, "Because to put it bluntly, it is just smoke, it just needs to be cleaned up in time."

"What, it's still so complicated." Atsushi Nakajima was a bit depressed.

"Smoke reaction should be common knowledge, if you are Mr. Taejae's assistant." Akutagawa finally couldn't hold back, "How can you not even know this?"

"Because I really don't know."

Atsushi Nakajima also had a good temper, facing Akutagawa's obvious disdain and dissatisfaction, he didn't get angry, "I have worked with Mr. Taejae for half a year, and this is the first time I have encountered a murder case. The investigation is nothing more than whose kitten is lost, whether the husband has an extramarital affair …"

Akutagawa was stunned, Kokida drew a long line on the notebook with the pen in her hand, Tanizaki Junichiro's expression froze, Nakahara Chūya's face was full of ridicule, Taizai held his forehead and shrank back in his seat, acting as if he didn't exist.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't seem to realize what he had said, blinking his eyes and looking at the suddenly silent people around him.

There was a sudden knock on the door, the staff member who just went out for the identification handed the A4 paper to Taizai, bowed, and left.

"Looks like my luck is pretty good."

Taizai looked at the paper that had been coated with a layer of graphite. "Although it's a little blurry, the handwriting is still recognizable … Hmm … What's this?"

"Hai Yo Yo Yo!

Who are you?

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Sea Yo Yo Yo Yo

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. "

"Is this a poem?" Atsushi Nakajima read it once, and his expression turned red. "Sorry, I haven't read much."

"This is the first paragraph of Nakahara Chūya's poem, 'The Northern Sea.'" Ryunosuke Akutagawa took the paper. "'In the sea, it is not a mermaid.

In the middle of the sea there is nothing but the endless waves.

"What? No clues at all." Atsushi Nakajima was a little disappointed. "So you're saying that the curator was only copying poems before he died?"

As if a cold wind blew, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Although they could understand the artistic pursuit of a cultured person, it was hard to imagine that he was copying poems before he died.

"Not really."

Akutagawa carefully read it twice. "I feel like this paragraph is different from the ones I've read before."

"What's the problem?" Atsushi Nakajima's eyes lit up again.

"I can't remember it now …" Akutagawa pondered for a moment. "But this poem is definitely different, I'm sure."

"I didn't expect …" Taizai glanced at Akutagawa with a smile. "Other than handling cases and killing people, you actually have other hobbies."

"I …" Akutagawa didn't know if Taizai was praising or insulting him, so he didn't say anything.

On the other hand, Atsushi Nakajima kept staring at him, which made him very annoyed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just feel that what Mr. Taejae said is very interesting … It sounds like you've really killed a lot of people."

As soon as he said that, Akutagawa's face immediately darkened.

Taizai gestured for Atsushi Nakajima to come over and whispered to him,

"That guy really used to be a killer."

"What?!" Atsushi Nakajima jumped up in fright and took a few steps back. "Really?

Mr. Taejae, don't lie to me. "

"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone else."

Atsushi Nakajima immediately looked around for help. Everyone looked uncomfortable. Only Kokida put her hand to her mouth and coughed softly. "That's not important."

Nakajima Atsushi's hair stood on end. Recalling Akutagawa's attitude towards him, he suddenly had a feeling that his life would be in danger on a dark and windy night.

Taizai patted him on the shoulder. Atsushi Nakajima turned his head. Unexpectedly, Taizai put his hand to his throat and made a beheading gesture.

"Ah …" Atsushi Nakajima decided to leave the room.

Everyone was speechless as they watched the white-haired teenager run out of the office. After a while, Tanizaki said,

"Another one scared away by Akutagawa."

"Let me see that piece of paper." After a while, Nakahara Chūya broke the silence.

He held the paper and looked at it for a moment. His eyes finally stopped on one line.

"Oh … I see."

Chūya's frown eased.

"Did the Central Plains Police find anything?" Taizai looked at him with a smile.

"No."

Chūya denied without hesitation. "The poem is indeed 'The Northern Sea.' If there is anything, it's probably the abrupt 'Ø' at the bottom right corner of this paper."

"I saw that too." Akutagawa pursed his lips. "But I can't figure out what it means."

"'Ø' means' Na. '" Chūya raised the paper and looked at it again. "Judging from the handwriting, this should be written by the curator. We can ask the forensics department to verify the handwriting.

I think this might be the curator's real death message for us. "

"'Ø', 'Na.'" Kokida came over. "The word 'N' on the mahogany table is written in blood. Is there any connection between the two?"

"Mr. Taejae, I have a theory. I'm not sure if it's correct."

Akutagawa's eyes suddenly lit up. His originally gloomy and pale face flushed with excitement.

"Akutagawa-kun, just say it."

"I think it's possible that the curator left this' Ø 'behind, pointing to the murderer's true identity.

So the murderer decided to beat him at his own game and left the word 'N' on the table.

After the police's investigation and analysis, they'll think that the 'N' must have been planted by someone. It can't be real information.

If they don't find the paper left behind by the curator, the murderer will be cleared of suspicion.

If the real death message is discovered by the police, it'll be difficult for the police to believe the 'Ø' left behind by the curator. "

"Akutagawa, you've improved." Taizai smiled.

"Thank … Thank you for the compliment."

Akutagawa's face immediately showed a complicated expression. Disbelief, flattery, bewilderment, and many other emotions intertwined on his face. However, he still had to pretend to be indifferent.

When Zhongyuan Zhong saw this, he was dumbfounded and in disbelief.

"Akutagawa, do you have any ideas to narrow down the list of suspects?"

"We've already conducted the first round of questioning." Akutagawa coughed. "All the relevant personnel and information are now in the Metropolitan Police Department."

"If that's the case, let's go. There's nothing to see here." Taizai jumped up from the chair. "Back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

It was already 3: 30 in the afternoon when they left. It was only a 20-minute drive from the gallery to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Taizai changed his lazy attitude and sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the documents. Akutagawa, who was driving next to him, turned his head to look at him from time to time. They almost hit a telephone pole on the side of the road.

"Akutagawa, drive steadily." Taizai didn't even raise his head. "Otherwise, people will think that you bought your license."

…

Everyone in the car had the same thought in their minds.

It's so cold …

"We're here."

They stopped at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Taizai pulled out four documents from the mess and handed them to Akutagawa. "Just these four people. Don't worry about the others."

Akutagawa hurriedly took them. "'Nakamura Makoto Nakamura

Makoto '' Seven Seas Yusuke Nanami

Yusuke '' Kobayashi Natsuki Kobayashi

Natsuki '' Takayama Nakayama

Sagaru”

"All four of their names start with 'Na'." Atsushi Nakajima glanced at them.

"The dead should be respected."

Taizai stuffed the rest of the documents to Kokida. "Since the curator has already given us the death information, we can't not believe it.

Leave these four people here, and you can let the others go home. "

"Is that really okay?"

Kokida was still hesitant. "Can this death information really be used as evidence?"

"Of course not. It's not convincing at all."

Taizai lowered his voice a little, but his eyes were full of confidence. "But Kokida -kun, when have my deductions ever been wrong?"

"Got it." Kokida nodded. "What do you plan to do with these four people?"

"What do we do?"

Taizai put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the Metropolitan Police Department. "If we want to save time and increase efficiency, I'll take charge of it personally."

Atsushi Nakajima could clearly feel that the surrounding air seemed to have dropped by a few degrees. The policemen beside him all looked frightened.

He jogged a few steps forward, wanting to catch up with Taizai, but Akutagawa reached out to stop him.

"Dunjun, you stay here." Taizai looked at him. "It's going to be adult time."

"Mr. Taejae …" Atsushi Nakajima was a little confused.

"Listen to him." Dubu Kunikida put his hand on his shoulder. "You don't want to see what's inside."

"After all, that guy is a demon in human skin."

Taizai didn't take Kokida's words to heart. He smiled and stretched his fingers a few times before walking to the front of the elevator.

When he passed by Nakahara Chūya, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"You already know who the murderer is, right? It's the Central Plains Police."