I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 189 Suicide?He killed?Accident?
Everyone followed the prestige, and the water of the waterfall was rushing down. Under the light of the fireworks, the black shadow gradually became clear. A woman with shawl and long hair, whose body slowly swayed from side to side, was hanging on the waterfall.

There was a hint of panic in the eyes of everyone participating in the celebration, they had already recognized that figure, Ebihara Sumi was like a mermaid swimming against the current.

The only difference between the beautiful mermaid in fairy tales and Shoumei at this time is the pale face and big staring eyes.

After dragging Shoumei ashore, the rope around his neck made people wonder if it was suicide, and Guangyou looked at the scene in front of him curiously.

The rope around the neck is a fixed rope set on the river bank to prevent danger. At first glance, it looks like an accident caused by Sumi falling into the river because of the darkness.

But is it really that simple?

Guangyou then smiled, as a resident of this island, how could she not know that there is a river here, not to mention that it is close to a waterfall, could she not hear the sound of the water flowing?

What's more, why did she come to this place? Thinking of this, Guangyou suddenly patted his head: "Oh, by the way, what does this matter to me, there are two great detectives here."

I wanted to leave directly, but Naoko firmly believed in it when she saw that Sumi, who died in a brainstorm, might be looking for the skeleton of the mermaid that was fired three years ago.

But Fukuyama Rokuro, who is Shoumei's fiancé, said that the skeleton was a middle-aged woman, and the lower body of the skeleton happened to be smashed.

While everyone was talking, Guangyou led Xiao Ai down the waterfall first, and soon after the two of them came down, several people on the top came down holding Shoumei's body.

As soon as the front foot arrived, a fat middle-aged man rushed over and hugged Shoumei's body and began to cry bitterly, with despair in his voice.

The middle-aged man who came was the deceased Shoumei's father. After crying for a while, Xiaolan, who had been a police officer for 50 years, trotted out from the crowd.

Xiaolan felt a little helpless, the police contacted her, but now the weather is bad and going to sea is dangerous, the police said that they might not arrive immediately.

From Xiaolan's point of view, it is a troublesome matter, but in Guangyou's eyes, this matter is not a troublesome matter, but good news. At least it is possible to know that the murderer cannot escape by boat.

What's more, there are still two great detectives on this island, just thinking about it, Koyou's casual last words saw Heiji straighten the peaked cap that he wore on his head upside down, and then he made a tsk-tsk sound.

Everyone has their own subconscious movements. For example, Heiji often wears a hat, and habitually puts the hat on his head straight when he is serious.

He Ye, who has known him for so many years, naturally knows this, and then said with a smile: "The murderer will be caught soon, he has already moved his hat to the front, it seems that this time he has started to be serious." .”

"However, Xiaolan, you can't like that guy Heiji, if I compare with you, I have no chance of winning at all."

As He Ye was talking, his voice gradually lowered, and a blush appeared on his face. The amorous feelings revealed for a while made Xiaolan feel a sense of protection in his heart.

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then opened her hands and hugged He Ye in her arms: "He Ye, you are so cute!"

Just now He Ye was like a female cat protecting her calf. Although she felt that she couldn't fight the person in front of her, she still stood in front of her. This kind of temperament is quite pitiful.

Everyone came to this island to patronize the case, and they didn't arrange the place to live. They were outside all day. Uncle Mao Li looked at the dead man and Saori's father who was drinking happily, and said: "Originally I still want to visit Miss Saori's house, but now it seems that I can't ask anything, so let's go to Changshou Po first."

Jun Hui froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement, and then she walked ahead to lead the way for everyone. The shrine is a shrine, and of course they couldn't live in the shrine.

When he came to Junhui's house to sit down, Guangyou had time to observe the old house that looked a bit old on the outside, but it was actually a bit old.

Heiji looked around and sighed: "I can't see it at all, didn't they sell the number plate of the Dugong Arrow for a lot of money?"

Holding the traditional green tea in his hand, He Ye took a sip and explained back, "That's not it, they only sell a number plate for five yuan."

Heiji couldn't help being a little surprised, even Guangyou, because it wasn't Huaxia's five yuan. Huaxia's five yuan can buy at least 10 packs of spicy sticks, and there is still more than a bottle of happy water.

Here in Japan, the things that five yen can buy are basically the same as free gifts, but after thinking about it, Guangyou is relieved.

The five yuan in Japanese is similar to the sound of Yuanyuan. Most people don’t think that five yuan is money. They think that five yuan coins are mascots that can bring luck, and offering five yuan coins to shrines and the like is in the hearts of these people. You have established a relationship with God.

It is said that if you go to Japanese shrines, temples and other places to offer five-yuan coins, you have to prepare in advance, otherwise it will be difficult to exchange them temporarily.

Guangyou shook his head helplessly, saying that many elderly people in China are superstitious, but in fact, most people in Japan have this kind of "superstitious" thinking.

Sitting next to Guangyou, Xiao Ai took a sip of tea and said to Guangyou, "I heard you mentioned the five-yuan coin. I've heard a strange thing before. Do you listen?"

Guangyou was very interested in this kind of short story, so he nodded and said, "Tell me."

"I heard that a person left his wallet on the counter when he was shopping in a supermarket, and it was stolen. A few days later, the police called him and asked him to claim it. When he got the wallet, he found tens of thousands of dollars in it. The Japanese yen and bank cards are gone, and there are only five yuan coins left over from his grocery shopping."

After listening to Xiao Ai's story, Guangyou couldn't help but burst out laughing: "It's okay, that thief is very arrogant. It's obvious that stealing your money is predestined for you."

Xiaolan and Heye were also explaining some things about the celebration to a few people, such as the completely random lottery draw and the continuation of the previous tradition.

Guangyou nodded again and again, and had to say that although the shrine did not correct the public's erroneous view of the Dugong's Arrow, at least it was not for money to hype.

This made Guang Yougao take a look at the shrine, and while everyone was talking, a sound of crutches hitting the ground came into the room, and the door was pushed open a few seconds later, and a wrinkled face poked out from the door .

For a moment, the few people in the room were frightened. The person who came in seemed to have gotten used to the reaction of everyone, and asked calmly, "Did you find me for something?"

(End of this chapter)