Chapter 696 The Neon Police is completely rotten to the core

Fujino's fist was a little stiff, but he couldn't help but sigh after thinking about it.

Unlike China, basically every criminal police team above the county level has a reserve forensic doctor.

There are not many official forensic doctors in Japan, and they are even new.

Most of the forensic doctors in Japan are usually part-time consultants hired from outside, or people in the forensic department who know some forensic knowledge.

I won't say much about the composition of the special hires, but I guess they must be high-level relatives in Shizuoka or something.

Otherwise, without any particularly dazzling achievements, the police would never agree to join the special consultant.

And there are actually only more than a hundred official forensic doctors in Japan.

That is to say, there are only more than a hundred forensic doctors among 100 million or 200 million people.

It's a miracle that this can be good!

Like Brother Megure, he usually needs himself or the people in the forensic department to help determine the cause of death.

I won't say much about what the people in the forensic department do.

Collecting evidence, investigating the scene, all kinds of work are on their shoulders, and they have to be pulled out for autopsy...

So they have to ask the commissioned detective to determine the specific cause of death of the deceased.

Otherwise, why do detectives need medical skills?

If they don't know medical skills, they really can't even figure out how the deceased died.

So why do they commit suicide all the time?

If they can't even analyze the basic detailed cause of death, what's the point of investigating!

It's better to just close the case and be done with it.

Even if good people want to investigate, they will be misled by the appearance of the murder method because of their unprofessionalism, for example, hanging is mistaken for hanging.

I can only say that the Japanese police are rotten to the core.

Fujino greeted the eight generations of ancestors of the "forensic doctor" who identified the body in his heart, and he already had some clues about this case.

If the forensic doctor said hanging, then this case is indeed suicide, but if it was hanging, then it's easy to say.

Fujino raised his eyes to the iron nails on the shelf and the body, and constructed the scene at that time in his mind.

The blood on the ground could also be explained.

"Inspector Yokomizo!"

At this time, a man in police uniform ran in quickly: "The victim's phone has been found!"

Without waiting for Yokomizo to respond, Fujino turned around and asked: "Where did you find it?"

The man hesitated for a moment, glanced at Yokomizo, and after getting confirmation, he reported: "The phone is inside the victim's quilt. It looks like it was rolled in after falling asleep. The phone is now low on power and cannot be turned on, so we can't check what's inside."

"So that's it."

Fujino touched his chin, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear, and a touch of white light flashed across his glasses.

Yokogo Sango looked at the thoughtful detective and couldn't help but whispered, "Fujino-kun, do you have any ideas?"

"The method of murder has been figured out, and the next step is the murderer."

Fujino responded, then stood up, raised his eyes and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes: "The identity of the murderer is almost the same."

"Really?"

Yokoguro Sango was stunned, "Then who is the murderer?"

"Well, that guy will show up later, and I don't know if this idea is right."

Fujino said, retracted his gaze, and told Yokogo: "Send someone to wait at the phone at the door of the house where all of them were at the time."

"I understand."

Yokoguro Sango nodded, and then called over a subordinate in police uniform to act according to Fujino's instructions.

"That should be enough."

Fujino watched the figure go away, "Mr. Kikuemon, can you lend me a pottery jar in your warehouse?"

Kikuemon was a little confused and asked, "What does the pottery jar have to do with this case?"

"It has a lot to do with it."

Fujino nodded slightly and explained, "I have been able to identify the murderer, but I may have to destroy an item, so I have to tell you."

"No problem."

Kikuemon said directly without hesitation, "As long as the murderer can be found, it doesn't matter if you smash all the pottery jars in this room! "

"The old man is open-minded."

Fujiano sighed, turned around and jumped, and took a narrow-mouthed jar from the top shelf next to the corpse: "In fact, the murderer's method of committing the crime in this case is very simple, but we were all fooled by the forensic doctor."

Yokoguro Sanwu was stunned: "Fooled by the forensic doctor?"

Fujiano played with the jar in his hand: "Yes, the cause of death of Miss Tsuchiya Mashiko was not hanging, but her body fell from a high altitude and was strangled to death by a rope."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn when everyone heard this. No one said a word. They looked silently at the top of the warehouse and soon found the iron nail.

"The place where Miss Tsuchiya Mashiko was located should be on the shelf with the iron nail, and the wound was also scratched by the iron nail."

Fujiano looked over and reasoned: "At that time, the murderer took advantage of the darkness and carried her into this warehouse, and then put her on that shelf. After that, he just put a hemp rope around her neck, and when she woke up, she would turn over and fall down and be strangled to death. "

After a pause, he pointed to the blood on the ground and continued: "It's just that before she was hanged, she reacted, grabbed the shelf with force, and fought for herself for a while. The blood was left on the ground at that time. There are also some blood drops that were left at that time. Judging from the distance, they must be at least one meter. "

After Fujino said this, he looked around at everyone, raised the jar in his hand, and then smashed it down.

"Pata!"

The pottery pot was broken, and among the fragments of the pottery pot, a mobile phone was placed in the interlayer of the pot.

"Judging from the location where the mobile phone was found, Ms. Tsuchiya should have the habit of putting her mobile phone next to the bed. The murderer took advantage of this habit..."

Fujino picked up the mobile phone on the ground, "The mobile phone used should be this one. He replaced the original pottery pot and added a compartment inside for hiding. This means that this person's pottery skills are very high, and not only In this case, the murderer probably also set the same ringtone, which means that this person knew the victim very well."

"As long as the murderer makes a phone call at a specific time, she will hang herself naturally."

He turned on his mobile phone and opened the call history: "Just in time, around six o'clock this morning, there was a call record here."

As he spoke, Fujino smiled playfully and pressed his finger on the call button: "Then what will happen if we call back now?"

"Jingle Bell!"

A phone rang suddenly from outside the warehouse door.

Everyone looked back and saw that the source of the sound was the house next to the warehouse.

"Police department!"

At this time, a man in police uniform ran over: "The phone next to the living room corridor rang!"

"The call I called back turned out to be the landline phone next to the living room..."

Fujino thought for a moment, then looked meaningfully at Seto Ryuichi among the three apprentices: "I remember you said before that you called the young lady to confirm whether she went out, right?"