"When did I say that the fingerprints on the water glass belong to the murderer?" Pingji said lightly.
"What?" Kumaji Honda's expression changed, his mouth opened wide.
"Then why did Heiji ask them to compare their fingerprints?" He Ye asked curiously.
"Comparing the fingerprints is just to achieve my purpose. Besides, I already know who the owner of the fingerprints is." Heiji smiled confidently.
"Could it be my fingerprint?" the flight attendant on the side whispered.
"Yes, it's the fingerprint of the flight attendant, but it doesn't matter anymore. Mr. Honda, you should plead guilty."
Heiji confidently looked at Kumaji Honda.
"This... You must have misunderstood. How could I kill Akagi? It's impossible." Honda Xiong waved his hands again and again, showing an innocent smile.
"Then can you explain the smell on your hand?"
"Smell?"
Honda Xiong Er sniffed his hand, his pupils shrank, and his face changed drastically.
"Do you feel that the smell of almonds remains in your hands?" Heiji said lightly.
"This must be... it must be..."
"It must be something? You didn't touch the corpse just now. Could it be that the potassium cyanide flew into your hand?" Heiji sneered.
Honda's face changed again and again, and finally showed a cold look: "Since I am the murderer, tell me how I killed him. As long as I move, Akagi will immediately notice, and there is no chance to kill him. Poison into a glass of water."
"Yeah, Heiji, he's sitting there. If he puts his hand in front of the cup and moves too much, he'll definitely be found out." He Ye whispered beside him.
"Fool, did I say that Chimu died from drinking the water from the water glass?" Heiji pinched Heye's Qiong nose.
"What? Are you saying that Chimu wasn't poisoned to death?"
Several people present immediately looked at Heiji in horror, with a confused look on their faces.
At first, they thought Akagi died by drinking the water in the water cup. I didn't expect that at this stage, there was a big reversal, which caught them by surprise.
Honda Kumaji was horrified, looking at Heiji with a shocked expression.
"Mr. Heiji, how did this passenger die?" The flight attendant only hoped that Heiji would solve the case quickly.
"Look, there is a blood hole the size of a pinhole here. This is the real cause of Chimu's death."
Heiji lifted Akagi's collar to reveal the small blood hole.
"I see, do you mean that Honda injected potassium cyanide into Chimu's neck with a pinhole, causing him to die?" Yuan Gang Zhengnan shouted.
"Oh, then you can search my body to see if there are pinholes, or pinhole-like things."
"Exactly, since you said that, then I'll search."
"It's optional." Honda Xiong'er showed a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared in a flash.
Soon, Kumaji Honda's things were placed on another table, and Heiji would not let people destroy the scene.
A pen, a pack of tissues, a wallet, a bunch of keys, and a nail clipper.
This is what's on the Honda Kumaji.
"Look, I don't have anything with pinholes here. Of course, if you think you can kill people with a pen, then there's nothing I can do." Honda Kumaji said confidently.
"Who said pens can't kill people?"
Heiji's words immediately caused a sensation among several people, who looked at him in horror.
"Mr. Detective, wouldn't you say that Akagi died because of that blood hole? What a joke." Honda Kumaji roared.
Although the others did not speak, their expressions had already made it clear that it was impossible.
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"It's optional." Honda Xiong'er showed a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared in a flash.
Soon, Kumaji Honda's things were placed on another table, and Heiji would not let people destroy the scene.
A pen, a pack of tissues, a wallet, a bunch of keys, and a nail clipper.
This is what's on the Honda Kumaji.
"Look, I don't have anything with pinholes here. Of course, if you think you can kill people with a pen, then there's nothing I can do." Honda Kumaji said confidently.
"Who said pens can't kill people?"
Heiji's words immediately caused a sensation among several people, who looked at him in horror.
"Mr. Detective, wouldn't you say that Akagi died because of that blood hole? What a joke." Honda Kumaji roared.
Although the others did not speak, their expressions had already made it clear that it was impossible.
"Heiji~~" He Ye couldn't help hugging Heiji, a little worried.
Heiji smiled confidently and unscrewed the pen. Surprisingly, there was no ink or refill in it.
"What's the matter, why is there no refill and no ink?" He Ye asked in surprise.
"It's not surprising, this pen has a special meaning to me and has a commemorative value. It's not for writing at all." Honda Xiong Er said lightly.
Heiji ignored him and glanced at the pen holder. There was a little water droplets on the inner wall of the pen holder, and there was a faint smell. This discovery completely verified his conjecture.
"Ding dong, passengers, please note that there are still five minutes to arrive at Mihua Station. Passengers, please take your luggage and get off at the right door. I wish you a pleasant journey."
The interior of the No. 3 carriage suddenly became quiet.
"Okay, it's almost time to stop, I won't play the detective game with you." Honda Kumaji wanted to take the thing back, but suddenly, a hand grabbed him.
"If you take back the evidence so easily, then I'm useless." Pingji said lightly.
"What? You said evidence, there is evidence here?" Katsuya Nanako cried out in surprise.
"Hey, don't you really think that this can kill people?" Yuan Gang Zhengnan looked suspicious.
"The pen holder is the evidence, but it's not a murder weapon, but a weapon containing a murder weapon. The real murder weapon has long since disappeared."
"Hahaha, I'm becoming more and more convinced of you. The Kansai Hattori seems to have gained a false reputation. The murder weapon has disappeared, are you planning to force the murder charge on me?" Honda Xiong Er laughed .
"Don't worry, let me finish my sentence first."
Heiji put down Kumaji Honda's hands, put them in his trouser pockets, and leaned on the train chair.
"Oh, here we go, Heiji's most handsome reasoning move." He Ye's eyes shone with little stars.