"So, you're Mr. Henry Ito's assistant and guide, Mr. Masao Moritomo, right?" Fujiwara asked as he looked at the sturdy middle-aged man in front of him.

"Well, now I'm his child's guide and his eldest grandson's godfather," Moritomo Masao nodded. "I've been with the family since I was 19 years old, until now."

"Is that so? But we have said that when he participated in that expedition 20 years ago, you did not have a good relationship with Mr. Henry Ito, and I saw that you often had arguments......"

"If I didn't have a good relationship with him, I wouldn't have had an argument," Moritomo said, expressing strong disdain for the logic of such accusations. "Henry wasn't a man who knew how to protect himself – two years before that expedition we were on a fish expedition, he even caused serious injuries to himself with his tools – he jumped onto the boat with a loaded rifle and caused an accident with the rifle and wounded himself."

"He wounded himself?" Stopping writing, Fujiwara looked at Masao Moritomo with a rather subtle look. "Really?"

"You wouldn't think he hired me, a man with little expertise other than survival in the wild, as his bodyguard because he had a lot of money to burn, right? Of course, it's because he has a fanatical sense of adventure that his safety literacy can't match, so I need to be responsible for protecting him at all times. Moritomo Masao gave him a roll of the eyes back. But one thing to say, their family is still quite rich, and I am used to it, so I continued to guide his son's family after his father disappeared. ”

When he said this, Masao Moritomo suddenly changed to a very curious expression.

"By the way, why are you so curious about this?"

"What do you mean, curious about what?" Fujiwara asked rhetorically. "We're the Metropolitan Police Department, look at these aren't ......"

"It's been 20 years, I'm afraid all of us have passed the prosecution period for homicide, right? I remember that wasn't fifteen years? Masao Moritomo reminded.

Fujiwara then realized that he was right.

……

Gregory's office.

"How can you Japan have such an anti-human thing as a time limit for murder?" Looking at Fujiwara with an expression of disbelief, Gregory was rather unhappy and kicked the empty can into the trash with the injured leg that he had not dared to exert himself before, and could only move flexibly under the condition of taking a powerful drug like methadone. "15 years, 15 years, can you catch a rabbit and come back?"

It's really not appropriate to blame Gregory, because for an authentic American, "there is no statute of limitations for murder" is the most basic common sense.

"What about Canada?" Hotaru said suddenly. "The time limit for prosecution in Canada is..."

"Like us, there is no prosecution for an indictable crime," Grigory said, abruptly interrupting Hotaru who was about to blurt out a brain hole. "Don't think too much about it, the Canadian side has signed a declaration waiving all rights of action derived from the relevant territorial jurisdiction in this case."

"Why?" Hotaru said incredulously. "Give up your power?"

"Nunavut relations, huh?" Qian Yu said suddenly. "The Inuit probably wouldn't like to have a white official from above dictating life in their area — or else there wouldn't be the post-war [World War II] litany of protests that have been going on to this day, and the kind of Nunavut that was finally won last year."

In general, Henry Ito's expedition came from King William Island, a Native settlement in the Northwest Territories of Canada (Nunavut signed the Nunavut Act in 1993, but only became an independent administrative division in 1999) - near an Aboriginal settlement, and Canada's relationship with Aboriginal people is rather stiff - although there are only more than 20,000 Inuit in such a two-million-square-kilometer area of Nunavut, their geographical location and ideological problems make Canada dare not act rashly. (Take, for example, the dispute between Canada and the U.S.-Russia over a series of territorial claims, mostly in Inuit habitats.) ）

"And in any case, I don't think it's a particularly good option to resort to a foreign legal system or even ask another forensic team to examine it," Fujiwara said suddenly. "As for the reason, it's you, boss."

Although Grigory was not involved in the entire case, it is an unchangeable fact that he, as the chief coroner, had access to the remains. If it were taken over by another forensic system, Grigory would first be suspected as the prime suspect – any evidence that might be found that might point to the real killer would be difficult to admit, thinking that it might have been forged by Gregory at a later date.

But if there is no recourse to foreign legal systems, then the current investigation is meaningless, unless......

"Shall we examine the wound in the skull and see if we can detect anything?" Qian Yu said suddenly. "Maybe...... Within the framework of Japanese law, we still have a last resort. ”

……

Thirty minutes later.

"It's not good to find out who the murderer is so early, right?" Gray Yuan looked at the busy Qianyu and asked.

"If this is not the case, either this case will cool down naturally and end in accidental death, or it will be a bunch of black cauldrons on Gregory." Chiba said. "If the murderer wasn't her, the best outcome would be to find a way to deal with what we found today—and then the trouble would be far from stopping."

In the current situation, if Gregory is to be exonerated from the crime, then the real murderer must be found.

"But it's been too long, how can I ......," Gray Hara said lamentingly, only to find that Chiba's movements suddenly stopped.

"It seems to be," Qian Yu muttered to himself after standing in place and thinking for a moment. "Seems like it could!"

"What do you mean?" Gray Plains was confused.

"If we remodel the wound of this skull, we can replicate the posture and angle of the blow, right?" Qian Yu was a little excited and exchanged his thoughts with Gray Plains. "In that memoir, there are pictures of everyone holding ice axes, so we can find out the type of ice axe that everyone has and then determine whose ice axe is hitting that wound."

And at this moment, Qian Yu had already completed the simulation, and the results were displayed simultaneously.

Based on the photo before departure, there is no doubt that this ice axe belongs to Fujimura Shinichi, a somewhat fancy ice axe that is only sold in Japan. And from the perspective of the blow, it is like a blow from the top down.

Of course, judging from Gregory's description of punching Henry Ito, it is more likely that while Ito was still struggling on the ground in agony, someone (perhaps the owner of the ice axe, Shinichi Fujimura himself) came up and hit him on the head with the ice axe.