Although Tsukada is just a small military captain in the Japanese garrison headquarters in the provincial capital, he is deeply trusted by commander Shinichi Miyamoto. He will see this Japanese captain almost any occasion he wants to appear.

Logically speaking, the investigation of the scene should not be done by Tsukada, but at Miyamoto's instruction, he and a few soldiers were busy all the time at the scene, and Miyamoto, the commander, did not leave. He was observing the scene, waiting for Tsukada's report.

"Mr. Commander, will the celebration be cancelled tonight?" A second lieutenant with glasses asked timidly. He was Miyamoto's secretary.

"Do you think the current situation still needs to be celebrated? Kobayashi Jun." Miyamoto's words were very peaceful. He could be regarded as a more gentle senior officer within the Japanese army. Unlike some field divisions and the head of the field corps, he was not angry, but he was also very arrogant.

"Yes, Commander, tonight's celebration will be cancelled." Secretary Kobayashi heard his dissatisfaction and quickly bowed ninety degrees and answered respectfully.

"General Miyamoto, you may have to work hard for a while, why don't you go inside to rest first?" The spokesperson was a major general of the Imperial Army. He had already felt sore feet, and he wanted to sit on the sofa immediately, but he was only here because Miyamoto was still there.

"Correspondent Du, can't you even wait for this time?" Miyamoto's voice was still very light, but he was very cold to the Major General of the Imperial Army, and he was not as friendly as he treated Ono Nakasa and Second Lieutenant Kobayashi. It was the usual style of many senior Japanese officers who looked down on the Chinese, looked down on the officers and traitors of the Imperial Army who surrendered, and Miyamoto was no exception.

With just one gentle sentence, no matter the Japanese, puppet officers or traitors present, no one had any impatient expressions and behaviors, and they all waited quietly, watching Tsukada busy beside the two corpses.

After such a big incident, the provincial capital was once again under martial law. The curfew time that had not yet arrived was advanced. Even when standing at the back door of the club, Shinichi Miyamoto could hear the whistles everywhere and the call of the Imperial soldiers. The roar of cars and motorcycles continued to come from far to near, and then disperse from near to far.

"Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." Miyamoto Shinichi sighed softly. If this was not the case, today would be a happy day and this year would have been peaceful and happy. But now, even if the Shangfeng will not hold him accountable, this naked slap in the face, if there is no revenge, then I don't have to stay in this position.

"Hiss Commander."

After a while of busyness, Tsukada whispered to several sergeants and exchanged views, then walked to him and started reporting.

"explain."

Miyamoto Shinichi still had this very peaceful tone.

"According to the investigation of his subordinates, a rough conclusion can be drawn." Tsukada's expression was very serious. After receiving Miyamoto's instructions, he continued: "From the situation on the scene, Zhang Sang died at the hands of Hu Sang."

While speaking, he walked to Hu Hantang's body, flipped his right palm over, and explained: "Zhang Sang's fatal injury was a severe blow to the head, and the weapon was a wine bottle. The glass fragments on his head were a good proof, and Hu Sang had the same glass fragments in his palm, which was enough to prove that he was the murderer who killed Zhang Sang."

Tsukada's analysis contained physical evidence, which made Miyamoto Shinichi very agree and satisfied. He said softly: "Continue to talk."

"Hu Sang died of gunfire, which is also the gunshot we heard." Tsukada pointed to the wound on Hu Hantang's forehead and said: "This wound was caused by close-range shooting of the pistol. According to the irregular shape and size of the wound, the subordinates judged that the model of the gun that killed him was Browning 1910. This kind of gun is rarely used inside us, but as far as I know, Hu Sang himself owns such a gun. I have just searched his body and carefully checked the scene. No whereabouts of the gun that killed Hu Sang were found."

Tsukada's analysis was very clear and thorough. It was possible to be so meticulous in such a short time that most of the Japanese officers present were ashamed, while a few of the puppet army officers showed nervous expressions because they all had the pistol nicknamed "Ruzi" mentioned by Tsukada. If they were involved in this matter because of this gun, it would be really unfair.

"What do you mean is that they two died in the inner fire?" A Japanese colonel was a little confused and asked.

Tsukada first bowed to the man, and then responded respectfully: "Col. On the surface, they did seem to die in a firefight, but in fact they were not."

"oh?"

The Japanese colonel was very satisfied with Tsukada's attitude, but continued to question.

"Commander." Tsukada got up and walked to Zhang Tong's body, turned his body over, pointed to a wound on his waist and said, "Zhang Sang was stabbed first and fell to the ground, but Hu Sang was killed with a bottle."

Seeing Miyamoto Shinichi frowned, he stood up again, took two steps to the right, pointed to the ground and said, "If the subordinate inference is correct, Zhang Sang should have held a man hostage at that time, or to be precise, a woman." While he was speaking, he picked up a brooch from the ground and said, "The footprints on the ground are very messy, but two footprints can be distinguished. After comparison, most of them are Zhang Sang's footprints, and the other is a woman's high-root shoe print, and this brooch better proves the subordinate's inference."

Secretary Kobayashi took the brooch from Tsukada and handed it to Miyamoto. This was a silver brooch with butterfly pattern. It was small and exquisite, and it was very beautiful in workmanship. Even if it was still covered with some dust on it, it could not hide its brilliance.

This brooch is very expensive and is definitely not something that ordinary women can possess. Miyamoto immediately concluded in his heart. At this time, he was even more curious and wanted to know what else Tsukada could infer.

"Is this woman the one who stabbed Zhang Sang?" The Japanese colonel who asked earlier spoke again.

"No!" Tsukada looked at him. This time he did not bow again, but his tone was still very respectful: "Colonel, according to his subordinates' judgment, the woman who possesses this brooch should be held hostage by Zhang Sang at this time, and this brooch is most likely dropped due to Zhang Sang's movements."

Tsukada didn't say anything very explicitly, but whoever was not a veteran of the scene would not know what movements he had done before getting rid of the brooch on his chest.

"If it is true that this knife was neither Hu Sang nor this woman did, could it be that Zhang Sang stabbed himself?" The Japanese colonel was not very satisfied with Tsukada's statement.

"Of course not. There is another person who stabbed Zhang Sang. In other words, in addition to Zhang Sang, Hu Sang and that woman, there was a fourth person at the scene, and this person was the real murderer who stabbed Zhang Sang."
Chapter completed!