Detectives of Detective World

As Tang Ze's "exclusive reporter", Sihuayuan is, to a certain extent, the person who knows Tang Ze best.

After all, there is some information in the quiet file, but only insiders and participants can know it, and Tang Ze can't bring it up to non-criminal personnel.

As the staff who cooperated with Tang Ze's publicity, Sihuayuan naturally had an intuitive understanding of all the cases handled by Tang Ze.

He has the most comprehensive understanding of Tang Ze's reasoning ability.

It's just that this person, once the matter comes to him, he can no longer think calmly.

Especially for a character like Xiang Sihuayuan who has a strong personality and likes to take the initiative in holding the situation in his hands, after learning that he has been framed, his first reaction is not to rely on anyone, but to solve the matter by himself.

"Sorry..." Sihuayuan looked up at Tang Ze, "I was too reckless..."

"Well, it's understandable, after all, that's your personality." Tang Ze bowed his hands at will, "When the case is settled, you can treat us to a good meal."

"Ah, don't worry." Sihuayuan smiled, "It's fine to eat whatever you want."

"Wait, wait!! But what about the buttons!?"

Hearing Tang Ze's words, Takagi, who was beside him, quickly woke up from his shock and asked, "But that button really fell at the scene of the crime, right?"

"Do you still need to think about it?" Tang Ze stretched out his index finger and shook it, taking it for granted, "It's a trap set by the prisoner to frame things."

"The prisoner's trap!?"

"That's right, you won't forget that Sihuayuan's fingerprints were not detected on the buttons, right?"

Tang Ze folded his shirt and handed it to Sihuayuan, "A button dropped from a piece of clothing that you wear, but there is no fingerprint of her own, what does this mean?"

"Ah... that's true..." Takagi was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately reflected, "You mean..."

"That's right, it looks like you've figured it out." Tang Ze stretched out his right arm and pulled up the sleeve of the suit, exposing the entire cuff, "The buttons on the shirt are not decorations that you won't touch, you can put them on and take off every day. All use buttons.

That is to say, when you put on clothes and want to dress neatly, you must touch the buttons, so it is impossible for the buttons to detect fingerprints.

If there is indeed none of the above, it means that…”

"Did someone wipe it!?" Takagi said suddenly.

"It's more logical to think this way." Tang Ze smoothed his cuffs and said, "If it's a button accidentally dropped by the prisoner, there will definitely be fingerprints.

Wouldn't it be the prisoner who found the button dropped and didn't recycle it, but deliberately wiped it clean and put it at the crime scene? "

"Indeed..."

"Then... Excuse me... Do you have anything else to ask me?"

Before Takagi could continue to say anything, Yoshiaki Miura suddenly said politely, "Can you please go back if there is nothing else? I still have a lot of work to do here..."

"Sorry! Excuse me, we'll leave now!" Realizing that this was someone else's house, Takagi quickly apologized embarrassedly, "I'm really causing you trouble...!"

"It's okay...then..."

Yoshiaki Miura opened the door and was ready to see off the guests.

But the next moment, a hand suddenly passed over Yoshiaki Miura's head and closed the door.

"fine?"

The tall and majestic Tang Ze carried his arms on the wall, looking down at Yoshiaki Miura, the average height of the average neon person, with a look of a bad boy blackmailing a good student: "Of course there is something."

"Tang Zejun!?" Takagi looked at the scene in front of him with a confused look on his face, "What are you doing all of a sudden!?"

"What, what are you doing!!"

Miura Yoshiaki was stared at by Tang Ze's sharp eyes and trembled, he said in a hurry: "This is my home, you are too rude!!"

"I'm rude?" Tang Ze looked at Miura Yoshiaki, who was stern and sullen, and said with a sneer: "People who have no reverence for life are even more rude, right?

Is it because of a guilty conscience to leave in such a hurry? After all, there are so many criminals staying in your house, and they have seen through your means of framing them.

The culprit who killed Teraizumi-san was you, Mr. Miura? "

"Nah, Nani!?"

Hearing Tang Ze's words, Takagi looked shocked and said, "Mr. Miura is a prisoner!? How is it possible..."

He suspected Miura Miyoko and Yamashita Tamiko, because one of those two had a dead husband and the other was a dead brother. If they were the ones who committed the crime, it would be excusable.

But Miura Miyoko actually went to kill Teizumi Keiko, but it shocked Takagi.

Because the two have no relationship at all, there is no motive at all.

"It's unbelievable, but that's what it is."

Tang Ze smiled and approached Yoshiaki Miura again, supporting the wall with one hand, and gradually approaching Yoshiaki Miura with the other hand, "However, choosing the button in Sihuayuan as a planting trap is not a smart choice. "

"You annoying guy, get out of my way!"

In the face of Tang Ze's approaching step by step, Miura Yoshiaki irritably stretched out his hand and slammed forward, and Tang Ze also stepped back with strength under this push.

"Well, that's probably how it feels."

Tang Ze looked at Miura Yoshiaki with a blank face when he heard his words and reminded: "Have you forgotten? It was probably the same when Miss Miura Miyoko was angry and pushed Sihuayuan."

"So, what about that!?" Yoshiaki Miura said unhappily, "What does that mean!"

"It's an opportunity."

Tang Ze said with a smile: "Generally speaking, no matter how loose the wire is, if you don't pull it hard, the button will generally not fall off."

Looking at Yoshiaki Miura, whose face was gradually turning blue, Tang Ze looked down at the other party condescendingly and said, "It seems that you also remembered that your wife pushed Sihuayuan hard that day, maybe it was at that time. The thread was broken and the button fell to the ground."

"Indeed, I also feel that the button may have fallen off at that time."

Sihuayuan clasped her hands in front of her chest and explained, "I only found that the buttons were loose when I came to the office that day. I was going to fix them at night, but when I got home at night, I found that the buttons were missing."

"That doesn't mean it's the button I took!" Yoshiaki Miura retorted unhappily: "There were so many people present at the time, anyone could have it."

"No, Mr. Miura, you are wrong, the situation is exactly the opposite."

In the face of Yoshiaki Miura's rebuttal, Tang Ze smiled politely, looked at the other party and said words full of hatred, "Among the people present at the time, you were the only one who had a chance to get the buttons."

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