Archimedes kills with a knife (Part 1)

Chapter One: The Maiden Dies

The funeral was solemn and grand, with a hint of appropriate gloom.

　　"It's a nice funeral."

　　The person in charge of the long-established funeral society was touched.

　　"Recently, there have been fewer and fewer funerals that have been so particular."

　　As soon as the incense procession of the fish burst in was broken, the funeral society staff squinted their eyes and looked at the remaining number of handkerchiefs in the ceremony, while lowering the volume to talk.

　　"It's a place, a participant or a time that's perfectly arranged."

　　Located in a high-end residential area in Toyonaka City, Osaka, the sound of two rows of streets silently chanting can be heard in the distance. The date is October 3, 1972, the 47th year of Showa. The autumn sun, which is not cloudy and sunny, is neither cold nor hot, and it is suitable for wearing mourning clothes. This kind of weather is really good for those who are waiting in front of the door to worship. Because of this, for the unexpectedly lengthy scriptures, everyone did not have the slightest impatient look, but their expressions were solemn and solemn, which was fully in line with the needs of the funeral.

　　The deceased was Miyuki Shibamoto, a second-year student at Fengneng High School, at the age of seventeen. The main mourner was Miyuki's father, Kenjiro Shibamoto, who was fifty-one years old and the president of the Shibamoto business store. The people who attended the funeral could be broadly divided into three categories: Miyuki's high school teachers and friends, friends who had public-private friendships with Kenjiro, and employees of Shibamoto's official store.

　　"The sad look of the young chick, no matter when you look at it, it is heartwarming."

　　The funeral society staff rolled up the sleeves of their black double-breasted uniforms and continued to whisper as they lined up their wreaths and baskets.

　　"The only people who are really sad are these little girls."

　　"Maybe this is the first time they've tasted the inexorability of the world."

　　However, "one of them quickly turned his attention to the ranks of female students." "I really want these little girls to experience the taste of 'love' and earn them a few tears of passion." Say it, hehe

　　"By the way," said the other man in a low voice, "will the deceased die without 'that' experience?" ”

　　"Maybe. But not always, seventeen-year-olds are not simple now. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth flashed an obscene smile.

　　"It's so bad. It's working hours! ”

　　"It's just working hours." For the funeral society, there is no better candidate for the funeral than the female students. Melancholy with a little bit of charm, can bring the atmosphere of the funeral to the climax. If it was all old women, it would be far away, only the funeral of the old woman was always gloomy, and people had no energy at all. ”

　　The funeral procession moved its position, causing a small commotion that was often seen in the audience before the show began.

　　"Out of the coffin!" We're busy! ”

　　The funeral society staff tightened their expressions, pulled down a solemn face, and bowed deeply to the funeral team.

　　The heavy and powerful voice of the mourner, Kenjiro, came out of the microphone, and the sadness was mixed with the domineering spirit of no one in sight. But it's not so much sadness as it is a deep voice characteristic of builders.

　　"Little girl Miyuki died prematurely due to illness, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend the funeral..."

　　When Kenjiro said, "Died prematurely due to illness," he deliberately raised his voice, so that the air that shrouded the high school students suddenly and silently shook. Is it? This wavering gently spreads doubt.

　　This question swept through the minds of several high school students, and after glancing at each other, they hurriedly lowered their eyelids. The moment was silent and silent, too weak to become a climate, but Shoko, who stood with Kenjiro and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, produced an irrepressible excitement. This excitement made people feel that she did not want to shout anything, but used a harsh silence to ask the teacher about the guilt.

　　- Is there anyone, no, maybe everyone already knows the cause of Miyuki's death.

　　Shoko bit her handkerchief with hatred, and the raging anger in her heart overshadowed the sadness. Shoko wanted to scream, to shout at the solemn student team:

　　"Who?" Who forced Miyuki to die? Who killed my only daughter? ”

　　- Miyuki died without saying anything. The encounter was so tragic that he did not even leave the name of the murderer who was watching coldly on the side, and he blindly let himself be bullied and hurt and suffered. Who the hell is that? Who killed Miyuki? I have the right to know who the murderer is, and I have the right to take revenge. No! It should be said that there is an obligation to avenge Miyuki.

　　Shoko clutched the handkerchief desperately, not to block the whimpering sound, but to avoid shouting uncontrollably. The sound of the handkerchief tearing sounded from her teeth to her ears, making Kenjiro's speech "Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend the funeral" sounded extremely empty in her ears.

　　- Thanks for what? The murderer is right in front of you, thanks for what? The murderer must have laughed at your solemn speech in his heart! Say what to die from illness! What disease is there? Why do you care so much about the world's vision? Why not get justice for Miyuki?

　　Shoko suppressed the resentment that would erupt in her heart if she was not careful, and looked up at Kenjiro. Kenjiro returned with a cold look.

　　"Let's go." Kenjiro gently patted Shoko's shoulder. "Get in the car. Send Miyuki to a place where she will never have to suffer again. ”

　　Kenjiro increased the strength of his arm on Shoko's shoulder, as if urging Shoko, and at the same time he whispered:

　　"The cars in the back are stuck, we have to hurry. Now this funny funeral is still going on, the protagonist is us, sad or angry will not help, it will only make the funeral go unsmooth. ”

　　Shoko was pushed into the car, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle. Doesn't Kenjiro want justice for Miyuki? Watching his daughter being toyed to death, didn't he have the courage to get angry? Shoko looked at Kenjiro, who greeted the crowd through the car window, and suddenly felt like a filthy beast.

　　As the convoy departed, the funeral procession was scattered. Some people yawned recklessly, the etiquette was completed, the obligation was fulfilled, and the expressions of the people slowly became cheerful.

　　Among the biggest changes are the students of Fengneng High School. The stiff air that had just enveloped the neat line suddenly returned to anger.

　　"She waved her sleeve and didn't take away a cloud..."

　　There was a student chanting softly. It's a pop song, but no one feels unashamed. For these high school students, those incomprehensible eulogies or verses are not as good as this popular song to bid farewell to a deceased friend. And the part of "don't take away a cloud" seems to be the most expressive of the classmates' longing for goodbye, and suddenly several people sang along.

　　Mrs. Norihisa Naito is one of them. The second year of high school belongs to the transition period from adolescence to youth, some people are still in the juvenile stage, but some people have grown into tall youth. Naito belongs to the former. The weak chest muscles, which have not yet fully developed, indicate that his childishness has not fallen off. I don't know if it was to express the strong emotion of mourning the deceased, he hummed this melody again and again.

　　"That song is long overdue."

　　Looking back, Ryusuke Yanagi was revealing his white, sharp canine teeth and smiling slightly. His limbs are well-developed and full of life like newborn bamboo. Although he is still a teenager, he has stepped into the stage of youth.

　　"But you can't say that, after all, you seem to like her a lot."

　　"Please, don't talk nonsense."

　　"Yo, it's so easy to get angry, it seems I'm talking about you."

　　Liu Sheng once again showed his canine teeth and smiled triumphantly.

　　"Have you ever heard rumors that she is ill?"

　　Liu Sheng lowered his voice. Although it was a question, it came out of the corner of his smiling mouth, more like he was talking about the short stream.

　　Sensing Yanagi's purpose, Naito shook his head from side to side and looked at Himo, urging him to continue.

　　"In fact, they are still unconfirmed rumors." But I heard that she failed to have an abortion..."

　　"Abortion? Are you saying she's pregnant? Unconsciously raising his voice, Naito covered his mouth in panic. Yanagi seemed pleased to see Naito's surprised expression, stared at him and continued:

　　"Abortion is of course pregnant. Have you ever heard of an abortion with cecalitis? Although the Shibamoto family claims that Miyuki died because of failed cecum surgery, can you believe it? What era is it now, no matter how many Mongolian doctors will still cut the cecum. ”

　　Naito stared at Yanagi's smiling and slightly reddened lips, as if he had seen something abominable, and asked him:

　　"Did the rumor say who made her pregnant?"

　　"The guy who did a good job?" Probably only she knew. But she died without saying the man's name. Oops, what's going on? You're very bad looking! ”

　　As if he wanted to see through Naito's heart, Yanagi deliberately asked him, his eyes were schadenfreude, and he had a look of surprise at seeing the other party.

　　"According to reliable sources — of course, but I don't necessarily believe it, it is said that it was her classmates who impregnated her. But no one can be sure who it is. Liu Sheng once again smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth without smiling.

　　Naito wanted to ask any more questions, but the people of the funeral society rushed over with wreaths and baskets in a panic.

　　They must remove the settings and clean up the venue before the families of the deceased return from the crematorium. At this time, the special delivery restaurant almost loaded the prepared meal on the car and prepared to leave. If the family, relatives and friends of the deceased can prepare and settle in the unscented seats when they return to the venue, then this funeral society is considered to be top-notch.

　　The altar was torn apart in an instant. After one person deftly puts things into the carton, the other person runs and puts the carton on the truck. Hiroroku Yoshino, who contracted the funeral society's handling work, methodically stacked the cartons into rectangles and placed them on trucks.

　　"For a funeral of this scale, seven people can be busy, at least nine people." Yoshino, who was sitting next to the driver's seat, wiped the sweat from his face with the palm of his hand and said to the driver.

　　"You see, it's autumn, and I'm still sweating so much. The president is like this, and my funeral club employees are about to braid because of overwork. ”

　　"Then the president can make another profit for your funeral."

　　"That's right."

　　When the two were laughing, the director of the venue, Dahe, ran over and knocked on the door of the assistant's seat.

　　"The sales department just said that this altar will be used tomorrow, so don't unload the goods, just drive into the garage and put it away, you know?"

　　“OK，OK！ The business is so good, it is really gratifying. ”

　　"Neurosis! Don't mess around. ”

　　Ohga glanced around at the nearby funeral, worried that someone would hear Yoshino's gibberish.

　　"I'm not messing around." To be able to do such a big funeral, I believe that the bereaved family must be a rich man, so that the red envelope to the director will not be sent off with one or two bills. ”

　　"The builder just relies on real estate to make a fortune, but he likes to swing wide everywhere, I see the director, you can't knock him a stroke of how to do it." With that, the driver also began to help. Then slam on the throttle and start the engine.

　　"I just heard some of the students talking." The driver turned the steering wheel, cleverly avoiding the crowd attending the funeral.

　　"This girl doesn't seem to die of an ordinary illness."

　　"What are these words?" Is the disease also divided into ordinary or advanced? ”

　　"Don't interject, you're in this bad habit!"

　　"Don't get angry, what are those students saying?"

　　The driver repeated what he had just heard, and just after he finished speaking, Yoshino suddenly tapped on the steering wheel and shouted, "Stop! Almost at the same time, the brakes sounded.

　　"What's wrong? Don't scare me. ”

　　"I thought for a moment, I don't need to go to the garage, anyway, as long as the things are left, you let me get out of the car here and go home, okay?"

　　"It doesn't matter, or I'll just send you home."

　　"No, I still have something to do." That's it. ”

　　Yoshino changed his overalls into a suit and jumped from his assistant seat. After watching the card workshop go far, he walked quickly back to the road that had just driven all the way. After walking for a while, groups of people attending the funeral came into view, and after brushing past several groups of people, FangYe patted a person on the shoulder.

　　"What?"

　　The other person turned his head, and Yoshino asked:

　　"Are you a student at Fengneng High School?" The voice was aggressive with a hint of majesty, and it was similar to the attitude of the driver just now.

　　"Did you just finish attending Miyuki Shibamoto's funeral?"

　　"Hmm."

　　The majesty and pressure caused by the age gap make the teenager look a little helpless.

　　"I'm not going to take up too much of your time, I just want you to do me a little favor."

　　Yoshino took out a black notebook from the inner pocket of his coat and said:

　　"It's not convenient to talk here..."

　　With that, he walked to the fork in the road next to him. He stepped on the footsteps of self-confidence to keep up with the other party, and his head did not turn back to go forward. The young man timidly bet on the four sides for help, but unfortunately did not see the familiar face, so the footsteps naturally moved with Fangye. After turning the fork in the road, there was no other figure at all, and then Yoshino said in a slow but unsupportable tone:

　　"What's your name?" ...... Neten Norikufu. How did Norikufu write it? ”

　　The autumn sun in the early twilight stretched the figures of the two long.

2

　　After the iron door slammed shut, the ignition switch was immediately pressed, and as soon as the fire was ignited, the rumbling sound of the incinerator kept whipping Shoko's ears. Miyuki was crying, Shoko thought. Shoko even heard Miyuki screaming, "I don't want to die!" At the same time, the monk's chanting began as if attempting to eliminate these auditory hallucinations. The low-pitched verses are monotonous in rhythm, comforting the deceased not to cry and comforting the family not to grieve. However, the lack of a melody of ups and downs almost makes one wonder whether these chants are the harmony of crying for the families. As the chanting voice rose high, Shoko heard a murmur in her ear that clashed with the rhythm of the scriptures.

　　"Miyuki, I will definitely help you get justice!"

　　The voice was full of resentment that offended the scriptures, and Shoko turned her head involuntarily, her ear just touching Kenjiro's lips.

　　- Husband!

　　"Miyuki was crying in the incinerator, crying for us to avenge her."

　　Kenjiro's lips were talking to himself in disbelief, and his lips seemed to be convulsing with anger. His gaffe is impossible to associate with Kenjiro, who was stable at the funeral. Shoko was quiet, but squeezed Kenjiro's hand hard.

　　"Let's go. These verses are meaningless, and I don't think Miyuki will listen to them. ”

　　Sitting in the car, the two looked at each other. Suddenly, Kenjiro felt for no reason that Shoko in front of him was so beautiful. The eyes that had dried up from crying had just been empty, dull and unwilling, but now Shoko's eyes were staring at him, shining.

　　- Beautiful eyes. She always shines with this kind of look at important moments.

　　Kenjiro didn't notice that he himself had this kind of look, but just stared at Shoko for a while.

　　"Is what you just said true?" Shoko said in a voice that had restored her composure.

　　"When Miyuki fell into a state of dying, I had already made up my mind. For Miyuki, for you, and for myself, I have an obligation to find the murderer and get this justice. Kenjiro stared into Shoko's eyes and gritted his teeth and spoke clearly word for word.

　　"I'm sorry, I seem to have misunderstood you."

　　"Misunderstanding? Oh, you seem to be unhappy with me at the funeral, but I have no other way but to do it. I must not let my relatives know the cause of Miyuki's death, otherwise I will definitely become a big laughing stock. This is true for my relatives, and it is the same for your relatives, and I do not trust anyone. These people will only ask for money with a thick skin, but they will not be grateful at all, and there is no human touch at all. They only know schadenfreude, as long as there are people they know who are more unfortunate than themselves, they will inexplicably have a sense of superiority. If we let them know the cause of Miyuki's death, these people will definitely be driven by curiosity, wearing a mask of concern, and come over to the cat crying rat fake compassion. Once we're sure we're really hurting about it, they're in the middle of it and taking advantage of it. In case we say we want revenge, it's even worse. For the sake of Miyuki, I can not do work or property, in case these people know my plan, they will definitely try to stop it. They only see my money in their eyes, and they are afraid that I will scatter my family property for revenge, leaving them unprofitable. So we must never tell them the truth, nor can we show vulnerability, and we cannot let them get close to one step. ”

　　Kenjiro spoke as if he were convincing himself, not to Shoko.

　　"Also, you can't let the employees know."

　　The people of the company must not be shaken by this, because there are nearly three hundred people, including the family, who have put their livelihoods in the hands of Kenjiro, and if they know that Kenjiro is determined to take revenge and desperately, these people will never ignore them. It's not hard to imagine that they would raise the white flag of the big book "Give Me Back My Right to Work" and protest to Kenjiro. Kenjiro even thought of what they would say: ignorance of private feelings, disregard for labor rights!

　　What if you confessed to them the cause of Miyuki's death and asked for their sympathy and forgiveness? As soon as the idea came to mind, Kenjiro dismissed it. If so, it's not hard to imagine what they'll say. They would put on placards that read, "Don't let the capitalists blame the laborers for the depravity of their children," and then do everything they can to slander Miyuki.

　　"Shoko."

　　Kenjiro grabbed Shoko's hand on his lap, and Shoko reflexively withdrew. The big dayshake has never been seen in the last thirty years of conjugal life. In the past, husbands were always calculating during the day, as if they were living just for work. Since marriage, even in the boudoir, the husband has not said anything sweet. Such a Kenjiro was so close to himself in the car, or the first time in the world.

　　"Shoko, this can only be done by the two of us." It was we who wanted Miyuki to have an abortion. The result may be the doctor's fault, but, as the doctor said, it is possible that Miyuki really can't support until the end of the operation, and we don't need to blame anyone for this. We don't know who made Miyuki pregnant, and even if we did, we couldn't blame this person for the abortion. ”

　　Shoko, as if she were about to brush away some misfortune, pulled Kenjiro's hand away in disgust. Because Kenjiro's words were too far from what he expected, he naturally reflected such an action.

　　"Really? Miyuki is still a child, still a high school student. Miyuki was actually pregnant. Why can't we blame the person who got Miyuki pregnant? ”

　　"We can't blame people for being pregnant. Miyuki didn't tell us she was raped, and she didn't even say she was pregnant until we found out. What's more, after we knew, she wouldn't say the boy's name either. She must have done this because she was afraid that we would blame the man. In other words, Miyuki basically 'accepted' the boy voluntarily and allowed him to do so. Since Miyuki is like this, what right do we have to blame this person? ”

　　"I can't accept that. Miyuki died for this man, no, it should be said that she was killed! Are you still going to say that this person is not responsible? ”

　　Kenjiro silently stopped Shoko from continuing, as he saw that all those who had attended the funeral had returned, led by the monk who had finished chanting. The idle drivers, smoking cigarettes, each returned to the car, and the sound of the engine start shook the surrounding air.

　　"You said you couldn't accept it, right?"

　　As soon as the car started, Kenjiro lowered his voice and said:

　　"Actually, I can't accept it either. Whatever the truth, I just can't accept that. Even if Miyuki forgave the man, I would never spare him. If the law doesn't punish him, it's up to me to punish him. I'm going to let him taste miyuki's suffering. No, I'm going to make him taste ten times more painful than Miyuki. I must take revenge with my own hands, I think this is the best offering I can give to Miyuki. ”

　　Shoko wordlessly reached out and held Kenjiro, but it seemed insufficient, and further wrapped kenjiro's hand with both hands and held it to her chest like a treasure. A tear fell on their hands. Shoko thought to herself that she and her husband had never been more compatible than the moment in front of her.

　　However, this sentiment did not last long. When I got home and started eating, the wine began to boil.

　　"You are still young, you have to work hard to have a child, this is the merit for Miyuki."

　　If that's all there is to it, it would be okay to listen to it as a joke, but the conversation turned to real estate fever.

　　"You seem to have made a lot of money." How can the heir suddenly die? ”

　　This sour mockery, hearing Kenjiro's ears, immediately appeared two green tendons on his forehead. As he was about to get up and attack, Shoko's muffled voice came over softly.

　　"Husband, there's a strange guy who says he's looking for you..."

　　"Strange people? Who is it? ”

　　"I don't know him either, I don't ask him his name, he laughs and says that even if we tell us, we don't know, so it's the same if we don't say it."

　　"You told him I was busy."

　　"I've already said it."

　　"Then he won't go yet?"

　　"Yeah. He said he was going to talk to you about the thing you were busy with. ”

　　"What? Is it about Miyuki? ”

　　"It sounds like that, but I always find it weird..."

　　"Well, I'll go see him. You help me greet these people, as if there are still people who can't drink. Also, no matter what they say, you don't care or get angry, you know? ”

　　Leaving these words behind, I walked to the entrance, only to see a man standing there in a not-so-clean suit. The blazer was not very satisfactory, but the pants and shirt were crepe and old, and it was unbearable to see. Maybe thirty-five or six years old, right? Kenjiro quickly saw through him and decided that even if he was on the road, he was just a minions.

　　"I'm Shibamoto, you are...?" Kenjiro asked nonchalantly.

　　"You're the president. Disrespectful and disrespectful. I'm sorry to come to visit suddenly. The man's voice was vague and slow, and as he spoke, he squinted his eyes from the bottom up to look at Kenjiro, and when his gaze met Kenjiro's eyes full of doubt and anger, the man looked directly at Kenjiro without fear.

　　Kenjiro knew at the moment that this man had come to blackmail, and he had seen no less of the world. However, when he was sure of the man's purpose, he was relieved. For the civil engineering construction industry, where the bad habits of the old society still exist, violence or extortion can be said to be commonplace, and it is impossible to mix in this line without two brushes to settle these things. After the war, the whole country was burned beyond recognition, and Kenjiro wore the only set of overalls he had, starting from a carpenter with his true ability, and was able to have today's situation, but also after many setbacks and many dirty tricks. In the face of one or two small, Kenjiro did not look at him at all.

　　"No need to be polite, what's your name?"

　　The man shook his head in silence.

　　"It turned out to be a nobody, then there is no need to listen to you, go back."

　　The man lightly moved the corners of his mouth. On the stage, usually when encountering such a scene, you will leave the words such as "just go, but you are responsible for the consequences", and the man's smile is creating such an effect. This is not the ability of the debuting minions.

　　"You also see that I am busy, you can come back another day." As soon as the words came out, Kenjiro realized that he had said the wrong thing. Asking the other party to come back another day is equivalent to acknowledging the existence of the other party, and at the same time giving the other party an excuse to do it again. Sure enough, the man slightly raised the corners of his mouth because of his recognition, revealing a smile that prevailed.

　　"I'm embarrassed that you're so busy, but your thousand gold should be called Miyuki, and I always think she's too pitiful, so I want to stop by and bother." Maybe Miss Miyuki can't die like this. It was really excessive, such a lovely Miss Qianjin, who died so tragically. ”

　　The man counted Kenjiro as worried that the guests of the feast had ears across the wall, and did not want to be heard by others, so he deliberately raised the volume and talked to himself, lest others not hear. This is the usual tactic of intimidation and extortion.

　　"Nobody!"

　　Kenjiro raised his hand expressionlessly to stop it. Although you can't let the other party perceive your weakness, if you blindly touch it hard at this time, it may be self-defeating. Dealing with intimidation and blackmail is no stranger to Kenjiro.

　　"It looks like the story is quite long, come in."

　　As he walked to the parlor, the majesty created by the age gap came into play, and Kenjiro dominated the other party exactly at his own pace.

　　"You just mentioned Miyuki's death or something. Miyuki died because of a failed cecum surgery, what's wrong with that? ”

　　"Don't try to lie to me, I have proof."

　　"Oh? Evidence? Let's hear it. ”

　　"It's about making Qianjin pregnant."

　　"Pregnant? Miyuki? This joke is too much. ”

　　"Well, it's useless to put garlic on, I have a witness."

　　"Really? So I ask you, even if Miyuki is pregnant as you say, who made Miyuki pregnant? I would like to know where this man is sacred. ”

　　The man was speechless for an instant, but after a while, he smiled coldly from his nostrils.

　　"I can't say that."

　　"Bastard!" Kenjiro, sensing that this was the key to victory, picked up the deep voice he used to summon workers at construction sites and scolded in a loud and outpouring voice:

　　"If you want to scare people, the preparation work must be done completely. What is not to say? Don't laugh at the dead! Can a woman get pregnant on her own? If you want to mess around here, I'm not without manpower, so get me out of here before I'm injured! ”

　　The man looked at Kenjiro as if deflated. However, it didn't take long for me to come back to life.

　　"Since you have issued an eviction order, I am embarrassed not to leave." But aren't you afraid that I will tell outsiders that Miss Qianjin of the Shibamoto official store died because she didn't know which man's child was mad? ”

　　"Do as you please." Kenjiro's voice returned to calm again and said:

　　"Dirty mad dogs like you are barking around, do you think anyone will believe it?"

　　"This is a golden sign that damages Shibamoto's official store."

　　"If you dare to go too far, I'll just take you to the police like a wild dog."

　　The two fell into a momentary silence. The man probed Kenjiro's expression as he considered whether to take a strong stance or to back off. Kenjiro saw the confusion and knew how to deal with the scene. He leisurely lit a cigarette and shouted, "Nobody! Then he said in a voice full of contempt:

　　"This kind of nonsense evidence cannot be defrauded of money."

　　"It's not nonsense, I have witnesses..."

　　"You still say? So I ask you, who made Miyuki pregnant? ”

　　"I don't know about that, not even the students at Fengneng High School."

　　Kenjiro's eyes flashed in an instant. He took his wallet out of his pocket and threw ten thousand dollars to the man.

　　"Take it."

　　The man looked at ten thousand yuan and then at Kenjiro, not daring to reach out and take the money immediately.

　　"Don't be slow, take the money." But I have to say that in the front, this is not after being intimidated by you, but the cost of your investigation. ”

　　"What? Investigation fees? ”

　　Holding the money in his hand, a look of humility appeared in the man's eyes.

　　"What do you want me to investigate?" The man even spoke in a humble and weak tone.

　　"Didn't you say that there were some rumors among the students at Fengneng High School?" Miyuki is innocent, but since there are such rumors, for the sake of Miyuki's reputation, of course, I can't sit idly by, let alone let go of the people who spread the rumors. ”

　　"Of course."

　　"So, you go and help me find out the source of the rumors, and talk to the person who got Miyuki pregnant."

　　"So, Miyuki... No, Ling Qianjin is indeed pregnant..."

　　"Stupid! What is pregnancy? Didn't I tell you that Miyuki was innocent? ”

　　"Yes, yes. I know. ...... If this is the case, how could anyone let Ling Qianjin conceive? That is..."

　　"How can you be so stupid? How can you be so retarded as to come up with intimidation and extortion? Listen, Miyuki is not pregnant, but someone will say that it was herself who made Miyuki pregnant, and I think this person must be a student of Fengneng High School. You go find out for me this guy, that's your job, get it? ”

　　"Yes, I do my best."

　　"If you know, do it immediately, find it, and reward you with fifty thousand yuan."

　　"Are you saying to give another fifty thousand?"

　　"When it comes to money, your reaction is quite fast. Well, I'll give you another fifty thousand, but you'll move faster. ”

　　"Yes." The man stood up and bowed deeply.

　　"It was really rude just now, in addition to apologizing to you, I will go to the soup and do what you have to do." I forgot to tell you that my name is..."

　　Just as he was about to say "Hiroroku Yoshino", Kenjiro waved his hand like a long-winded man.

　　"It doesn't matter what your name is, I just need to know that you're a nobody." Get out of here. ”

3

　　Two days after the funeral, on the afternoon of the fifth day, Kenjiro Shibamoto's car drove to Fengneng High School. After meeting the principal and thanking the principal for attending the funeral, Kenjiro visited Miyuki's mentor, Masayuki Fujita. Fujita, the director of the National Liberal Arts Department, revealed a gentle and generous attitude of usually making short songs in his speech, and in the face of Kenjiro, he only said "Please cherish" and then fell silent. Rather than hearing a long series of smooth words of mourning, Kenjiro undoubtedly appreciated Fujita's performance at this moment, so he thought that the man in front of him might be trustworthy.

　　Without hesitation, Kenjiro explains that Miyuki died of pregnancy and abortion. Fujita frowned in pain, but to Kenjiro's surprise, he was not surprised.

　　"Sure enough."

　　"Sure? What do you mean by that? Did you already know about Miyuki's pregnancy? ”

　　This is truly unforgivable! Kenjiro's voice grew louder. I thought how shocked and sad I was when I first learned that Miyuki was pregnant, but all I could do was to silence Miyuki, who kept crying, expecting that things would turn around, and how many days and nights I had endured. Knowing that he was suffering from Miyuki's pregnancy, and at the same time knowing the fact that Miyuki was pregnant, Fujita even stood by and watched, which was almost unforgivable. Kenjiro clenched his palms, sweat oozing out.

　　"It's not that I knew it before, I just heard such rumors. Probably at the same time that Miyuki began to take leave in early September, such rumors appeared. ”

　　"How can that be?" Kenjiro's voice grew louder.

　　"As Miyuki's father, I didn't find out she was pregnant until late September. Even Miyuki herself went to school as usual at the beginning of the new semester in September, and did not find anything abnormal in her body. If this is the case, how can there be such a 'correct' rumor? If there is no basis, the rumors cannot come out of nowhere, not to mention the fact that the rumors are spread. It's because it's a fact! ”

　　Fujita closed his eyes thoughtfully, then blurted out:

　　"Unbelievable, it's horrible."

　　"Yes, it's terrible. The person who releases the rumor must know the truth of the matter. He must have known about Miyuki's pregnancy before Miyuki, or at least that Miyuki might be pregnant. ”

　　"So..."

　　"That's right, it was this person who got Miyuki pregnant." It was this person who had made an indelible mark on Miyuki, but he was laughing at this mark on the side. It's cruel! There is nothing more cruel to a girl. ”

　　Fujita bowed his head silently.

　　"If he had come forward, I think I would have forgiven that even Miyuki could have been blinded by this, but now it has evolved into this situation." Miyuki died because of him, but this man still looked like he didn't care about himself. He's still a man, no, is he still a man? ”

　　Shibata glared angrily at Fujita as if Fujita was the culprit, and Fujita just kept his head down.

　　"I'm sorry, I'm so excited."

　　It was worthy of Shibata, and he suddenly corrected the tone of his speech.

　　"It doesn't matter. However, can I ask more in-depth questions? I want to sort through the context of the problem. Fujita asked in a calm voice, and Shibata bowed his head wordlessly.

　　"Why didn't Miyuki say the boy's name?"

　　"This... Actually, I don't know. Although I was very reluctant, I also told Miyuki that I would not be unfavorable to this boy and asked her to tell me the truth, but she just wouldn't say it. ”

　　"I think there are three possibilities for this. The first is that she is shielding this person. Second, the other party may be a husband with a wife, so she can't say. ...... Please don't get angry, I'm not saying miyuki is really like that. Third, she had no idea who the other person was. For example, she was raped unconsciously such as deep sleep, or had sex with several people in a short period of time..."

　　"Of course it's shielding this man!"

　　Kenjiro interrupted Fujita. Now what to do with these useless analyses, don't think it's someone else's business, you can speak with this attitude. Kenjiro's tone was full of protest.

　　"Why are you so sure?"

　　"No why, this person must be a classmate of the school." As long as the East Window incident occurs, this person must inevitably accept punishment, even if the school wants to calm things down, Miyuki is sure that I will not let this person go, so she does not say. Miyuki is such a child who thinks about everything. ”

　　"Maybe Miyuki really thinks so." Fujita continued along with Kenjiro's words, "But how can you think that this person must be a classmate of the school?" ”

　　"Teacher, the way you speak makes me very uncomfortable, I don't know if you are to protect the reputation of the school, or to avoid responsibility, I always feel that you put Miyuki's death on the back burner." 」

　　"There's no such thing." Fujita said unusually, decisively but resolutely.

　　"If it's the school students who put Miyuki in this desperate situation, I can't forgive this person." Honestly, when I first heard you say that Miyuki was pregnant, I had no idea that this person would be a student at school. However, if there are rumors that miyuki is pregnant before it is confirmed, as you said, it is very likely that the culprit is the school students. That's why I asked you, I don't know if you have any other clues? ”

　　"I was the one who lost my word."

　　Although Fujita's analysis seems to be circuitous, it is the most accurate way to find out the culprit step by step to confirm each clue. Kenjiro bowed his head in acquiescence.

　　"By the way, Miyuki was a few months pregnant when she had surgery?"

　　"The doctor said it was two months."

　　"So, the conception was in early August, right?" At that time, I was still on summer vacation. ”

　　During the summer vacation, doesn't the school have to be responsible? Kenjiro straightened his face again, while Fujita quietly continued to ask.

　　"Did Miyuki stay at home all the time, or where did she go?"

　　"At that time, she went to Lake Biwa for four days and three nights, but I believe that nothing went wrong at that time. Because Miyuki was happy when she came back, and her spirit was also very good. And after knowing that she was pregnant, I and the insiders kept asking her what had happened in those four days, but they didn't find anything unusual. ”

　　"What are the numbers of the four days?"

　　"August 1st to 4th."

　　"Where did she go to Lake Biwa?"

　　"Miami Beach."

　　"Who did you go with?"

　　"With three female classmates."

　　Kenjiro was impatient with Fujita's lengthy inquiry and answered somewhat rudely. As for Fujita's urgent gaze, Kenjiro even felt that although he looked Sven, he was very wordy and unpleasant.

　　About five kilometers northeast of the Lake Biwa Bridge, there is a beach with the same name as the American beach, which is a summer resort for young people to escape the summer heat. Before Kenjiro and Shoko agreed to Miyuki's trip, they were particularly careful to call Miyuki's classmates one by one to confirm the itinerary, and in order to avoid someone forcibly breaking into the tent in the middle of the night, they forced Miyuki to change the original plan to camp to a homestay. After all, the homestay was taken care of and safe.

　　"This homestay is not big, probably only four people, so it is impossible to go wrong." Kenjiro stressed. Fujita nodded silently, but he couldn't let go of his expression.

　　In fact, it is not only Fujita who cannot be relieved, but also Kenjiro himself. Kenjiro decides to discuss measures with Fujita in order to find out the reason for Miyuki's mistake, but in order to protect Miyuki, he insists that Miyuki is not at fault. Realizing that he was hitting himself with a stone, Kenjiro couldn't help but smile bitterly:

　　"Actually, I came here today because I want to ask you." As he spoke, he leaned forward and lowered his voice.

　　"The day after tomorrow is the festival of Miyuki's first seven, and I would like to invite a few students who are close to Miyuki to attend, and listen to them talk about Miyuki by the way." Fujita stared at Kenjiro silently, his expression darkened.

　　"You're right, and since that's the case, I'll just say it. I want to find out from these people the murderer who killed Miyuki. I'm sure that listening to students will be able to grasp some clues, so I hope you will help me gather some people who are more in contact with Miyuki on weekdays. It doesn't have to be close to Miyuki, and it doesn't matter whether these people are good or bad. Because I don't know who is close to Miyuki, I would like to ask you, a teacher. ”

　　Kenjiro lowered his head heavily, his shoulders trembling firmly, stating that he would never look up until Fujita answered. Finally, Fujita made a sound as if he had trouble breathing:

　　"Do you want me to find the suspect among the students?"

　　Kenjiro pressed his head even lower.

　　"This is equivalent to forcing me as a teacher to seek my own death, which really makes me embarrassed."

　　"But..." Kenjiro said without looking up, "Miyuki is also your student, Miyuki was killed, if you don't help her, she won't be blind when she dies." ”

　　Fujita shook his head sadly.

　　"I have only one condition, please promise me not to treat these students as murderers, you must be these students are usually close to Miyuki classmates, just want to talk to them about Miyuki's life." I will also find suitable candidates to participate in the first seven festivals under this premise. ”

　　Kenjiro nodded his head deeply and then looked up.

　　"Also, I hope that the three students who went to Lake Biwa with Miyuki will also participate." I didn't want to believe that the person who made Miyuki miserable was my student, so I wanted to take this opportunity to ask carefully what happened in the four days of Lake Biwa. ”

　　"No problem." This time Kenjiro only gently bowed his head in agreement.

　　"In addition, I would like to say that these words are also more than enough..." Fujita said again:

　　"Students are sensitive, please pay attention to the words you use when you speak. Because as soon as the students realize that you are suspicious of them, they will not say anything more. Not only that, but if they knew that I was doing this for you, as a teacher, I would never be trusted by them again. ”

4

　　After noon, liberated from the sound of chanting, the students of Fengneng High School looked at each other with a finally relieved expression. Let teenagers maintain a precarious posture for a long time, no matter what it is for, they will feel very depressed. But this does not affect their mourning for Miyuki, but it is just that they cannot ignore the pain of the flesh. After all, murmuring chants only make people sleepy, and the pretentious acts of funerals, like puppets controlled by people, only make people feel empty and funny.

　　So when the students were led to another room and sat down at the dining table, everyone felt relieved, as if they had finally returned to the world. Although Masayuki Fujita's presence here more or less made the students feel restrained, they did not bother too much because they included Fujita in the "category of goodness that can be communicated".

　　"Thank you for coming to Miyuki's First Seven Festivals..."

　　Kenjiro solemnly knelt on his knees in response with his hands on the ground, but the students opened their eyes wide and exchanged their eyes for impatience that "it seems that some ceremony is about to begin again." Kenjiro's reply is the same as that of a typical ceremonial speech. It was supposed to be the host and guest responding to a set of fixed responses before starting to enjoy the meal. But in the face of the students who did not say a word in front of them, even Kenjiro, who was accustomed to attending large and small banquets, from the taverns where civil workers came and went, to the high-end restaurants frequented by officials or bankers, confident that he had seen the big scenes and was not afraid of thousands of troops, seemed a little overwhelmed. As he shifted his gaze to Fujita for help, Fujita nodded and said:

　　"This is Miyuki's father. Maybe someone hasn't seen him, but now you'll start by introducing yourself from the far side, with a brief explanation of your grade, name, and relationship with Miyuki. ”

　　In this way, won't the procedures of the First Seven Festivals become unclassified? However, Before Kenjiro could react, the young man sitting on the far right, small but agile looking, had already bowed and began to introduce himself:

　　"In the second year class, Hayama Hiroyuki, I am a member of the billiard club with Miyuki."

　　Kenjiro reflexively returned the salute, and before he could finish his salute, another loud voice came out:

　　"In the second class of the second year, Feng Gaozhi, Meixue and I have been classmates since junior high school."

　　The teenager had a round face and a slender figure, and his long shoulder-length hair was not favored by Kenjiro.

　　"So you and Miyuki are green plum bamboo horses?"

　　Kenjiro replied kindly. Unexpectedly, Feng Takashi looked at Kenjiro with a strange look and whispered:

　　"But I'm not in love with her."

　　The female students touched each other's shoulders and laughed sarcastically. This made Kenjiro feel very bored. He thought that today's teenagers are this kind of virtue. Just thinking about it, the next person began to introduce himself again.

　　"In the second class of the second year, Norihisa Naito, I am a classmate of Miyuki and I am sitting next to Miyuki."

　　"And it means a little bit about Miyuki."

　　Feng Gaozhi followed up. At this time, Hayama laughed unabashedly.

　　"Unbridled!" Naito suppressed his anger to stop them, but Kenjiro had already included Naito in his mind as an important reference figure.

　　"Second class, Araki Nobuo, I just talked to Miyuki..."

　　The teenager who spoke had fair skin, his cheeks were bulging red, and his eyes flashed shyly. Kenjiro couldn't help but imagine that if the teenager in front of him stood with Miyuki, he must be a very good match.

　　"I believe you already know these three female students, they are the ones who went to Lake Biwa with Miyuki, from right to left are Miyuki Nobu, Yoshiko Maekawa and Reiko Miyazaki."

　　After Fujita finished speaking, everyone fell silent again. If this continues, won't you come to them in vain today? So Kenjiro deliberately said in a cheerful voice, "Let's relax and relax." ”

　　The students were completely indifferent to Kenjiro's deliberately fake smiling face and did not move. Kenjiro was very dissatisfied with this.

　　"Well, you can sit in your favorite position and eat with ease."

　　When the students heard Fujita's instructions, they frowned and rubbed their feet. As it turns out, "relaxing" is not the vocabulary used by teenagers. Kenjiro then thought that maybe Miyuki was like the children in front of him, and the so-called generation gap was not really worth the fuss, but only from the simple reason of language barrier. At this thought, Kenjiro suddenly felt much more relaxed.

　　Kenjiro found that to get along well with these children, it was enough to be blunt, and that formality or careful use of words would make everyone uncomfortable and cause estrangement from each other.

　　"Come, let's eat." I originally wanted to invite everyone to have a drink first, but it seems that it is impossible to say in front of the teacher, so unfortunately, only the teacher and I can drink today. ”

　　Fujita wanted to refuse on the grounds of work, and the voice of Hayama flew from the side:

　　"You're welcome, please!"

　　"Chaos! Where is the room for you to be anti-guest. ”

　　The laughter that rose suddenly relaxed the tense atmosphere. Kenjiro thought to himself that if he went on like this, he might be able to come up with some clues, so he further raised his tone and urged Fujita to drink:

　　"Come on, the students are allowed to drink, so don't be polite anymore."

　　As soon as the stomach is swollen, the mouth will be loose. Kenjiro calculated the timing and said to Miyuki Anderson and other students:

　　"Going to Lake Biwa with you should be Miyuki's last happy time."

　　"It should be. It will be a lifetime of memories. The three girls nodded and looked at each other.

　　"That said, after all, the four of you are together no matter what you do, right?" Fujita interjected skillfully. "When the four of you were at Lake Biwa, day or night, you must have been glued together and had a lot of fun."

　　"How bad it sounds to stick together." But you're right. One less person is weird, and there's always a little bit of uneasiness. ”

　　"It's the same now. It's like something that's often in the same place and suddenly disappears one day, doesn't that make people feel very uncomfortable? For example, if the shoehorn that has been placed on the left side of the entrance is suddenly moved to the right one day, it must feel a little strange, right? That's how it feels. Miyuki is the same, she is not too redundant around, once she is gone, it is as if something important is missing. ”

　　"Yeah. That's why we couldn't play the next afternoon at Lake Biwa because Miyuki didn't act with us at that time. Miyazaki said with a little dissatisfaction.

　　Suddenly, Fujita's eyes flashed a light.

　　"Didn't act with you?" Where did Miyuki go? Fujita asked quietly.

　　"I didn't go anywhere. She was just a little tired because we were overplaying the day we arrived because we were too excited. We swam until dark, then played poker and sang at night, almost until dawn before going to bed. Who knew that Kayoko shouted before nine o'clock the next day, shouting that she was going to swim, and woke us all up. After lunch, Miyuki was paralyzed and said she would not go to see the Lake Biwa Bridge. That's when I told her that it was not interesting. ”

　　"Not interesting enough? Why? ”

　　"Because taking a steamboat to see the Lake Biwa Bridge was a temporary event proposed by Miyuki, and she went to make an appointment, she actually didn't go."

　　"What can she do if she's uncomfortable?" Miyuki has an attitude of what use is it to say this now.

　　"Not really, Miyuki actually wants to sleep." Because when we went back, Miyuki slept so sweetly under the covers. If she was really that tired, she would still have the strength to book an airboat. ”

　　Kayoko was on Reiko's side. Fujita, in order not to divert the topic, induces the content of the conversation without a trace.

　　"So, Miyuki was alone at the guesthouse that afternoon?"

　　"Yeah. At that time, we thought that Miyuki was really uncomfortable, and specially asked the old woman downstairs to take care of her, and did not deliberately leave her alone. ”

　　"That's right. And then what? Kenjiro asked with a smile:

　　"When you go back, will Miyuki be better?"

　　She seemed to wake up as if she heard the sound of us climbing the stairs, stretched out a big lazy waist, and said that she slept well. We're so worried about her, that's idiot. ”

　　Fujita and Kenjiro looked at each other reassuringly, and bowed their heads lightly at the words that did not disappoint their expectations. To reconfirm, Fujita went on to ask:

　　"How long has Miyuki been alone?" Speaking out, I was worried that if I asked too obviously, I would be noticed.

　　"Well, when we go out, it's one o'clock, and we don't come back to the homestay until about six o'clock." LingZi thought about it and replied with some scruples.

　　Fujita nodded slightly, and just as he thought that Lake Biwa seemed to have no problem, Hayama cried out:

　　"Teacher, it's too despicable for you to say that."

　　Fujita let out an "ah" in his heart, and Hayama did not spare anyone and continued:

　　"I see you're saying that if those of us who know when Miyuki was and whose child she was pregnant with, wouldn't it be enough?" He said, scanning the people in the room with great speed.

　　"Do you think we don't know why Mr. Shibamoto and you called us here?"

　　The seats fell silent. No one thought that there was anything abrupt about what Hayama said, but everyone's expression seemed to be taken for granted.

　　Finally, Kenjiro said in a depressing tone:

　　"Since that's the case, I'll be honest. Yes, Miyuki is pregnant with a child who she doesn't know who it is. The doctor has already said that we will never leak half the news, but you know about it. So, the person who got Miyuki pregnant must be among you, and if you know, tell me. Tell me, who the hell did the good deeds? ”

　　Kenjiro glared at everyone with disgust, and anyone just shook his head in agreement, and finally Kenjiro's eyes met Hayama's.

　　"I also want to know that if I let me know about this man, I will definitely beat him up!"

　　Hayama finished looking at Naito:

　　"I'm sorry, but I have a crush on Miyuki too."

　　"It doesn't matter..." Naito said with a word in his mouth, turning his face to the side.

　　"It turns out that the two of you are lovers." It was a surprise. No one could laugh at the sudden insertion of Miyuki, but the air that had been condensing softened in an instant, causing Kenjiro's anger to have nowhere to vent.

　　"What the hell is going on, teacher?" It's really bad for high school students to say something that feels bad about it. ”

　　"Old-fashioned!" Miyuki skimmed her lips dismissively.

　　"What do you say?" Kenjiro knew he shouldn't see like a child, but his voice couldn't help but grow louder.

　　"Miyuki used to complain a lot, saying that her father couldn't explain it."

　　"Did Miyuki really say that?"

　　"Yeah. She said you were unreasonable and stubborn, and would do nothing but stick to the law. ”

　　"What does law-abiding have to do with unreasonableness?"

　　"Do you really not understand, or do you pretend not to understand?"

　　"I don't understand. I can't keep up with the way you speak. Your ideas are so leapy that you always pop up with irrelevant words that leave me scratching my head. You say I'm only going to stick to the law, and yes, I'm true, and I'm definitely not going to break the law. My company is often criticized for being unreasonable for sticking to the law, but what's wrong with that? ”

　　"There's nothing wrong with it, but it's not right either."

　　Kenjiro felt that it didn't make sense with them at all, so he shook his head.

　　"To put it simply, it just won't work."

　　"I still don't understand."

　　"That's how Miyuki can't stand it, and she hates you at all."

　　"Hate? You say Miyuki hates me? ”

　　"Miyuki!" Fujita couldn't resist stopping, but Kenjiro interrupted Tengda as if he were superfluous.

　　"What's going on?"

　　Miyuki waved her hand away because she couldn't communicate with Kenjiro and said:

　　"It will be clearer for Natten to tell you. Netten, you tell him how much law-abiding has hurt Miyuki. ”

　　Kenjiro moved his waist and moved his position to face Naito and said:

　　"I'd like to hear what you say, so you can understand it, let me hear it clearly."

　　Araki, who had remained silent almost from beginning to end, gently opened the girlish lips and said to Naito, who did not utter a word:

　　"Just tell him, what you're afraid of, if you don't make it clear, I'm afraid he'll never understand."

　　The voice was calm but cold, and Kenjiro instantly took a breath of cold air and stared intently at Araki's boyish face.

　　"Since that's the case, I'll say it."

　　Naito made up his mind and stared at Kenjiro head-on and said:

　　"Your company built an apartment in Futacho, Toyonaka City this spring, right?"

　　As soon as the words turned, Kenjiro was too surprised to answer, and could only nod his head silently.

　　"And they don't care about the objections of nearby residents."

　　"Wait, that's a bit out of the way. Indeed, in order to fight for the right to the sun, which is now the most popular sunshine, the residents at that time were somewhat protesting, although the problem was very difficult, but in the end I paid compensation to calm the people. ”

　　"That's the case, which means you're taking money to buy the sun?"

　　"You're not right to say that, it's a distortion of the facts. First, I followed the construction law to build this apartment, just acted according to the law, exercised my natural rights, and did not infringe on others, so although I paid compensation, this compensation actually did not have to be paid at all. Build a big arm to worry about so much, then how to develop the city? How to progress? ”

　　As he spoke, Kenjiro suddenly realized and gently patted his knee.

　　"Turns out you're talking about this. It's not enough to just abide by the law, do you think you still have to take care of other people, don't you? Kenjiro turned to Miyuki. Miyuki raised her chin, and Ichigo had such an attitude.

　　"But this is an adult's business, it has nothing to do with you, Miyuki can't hate me because of this, right?"

　　"Not necessarily." Miyuki said nonchalantly.

　　"You don't seem to think so."

　　"The Naito family lived under the apartment you built, and the noise from the construction site, combined with the lack of daylight, caused Naito's grandmother to die of illness." Did you know? ”

　　"Don't say it again." Naito shouted, but Miyuki continued as if taking advantage of the chase.

　　"Since I have said it, I must make it clear, otherwise Mr. Shibamoto would not have understood." Mr. Shibamoto, you listen well, Naito's grandmother died, maybe because of age, or maybe she was already sick before, but before Grandma swallowed her last breath, she kept thinking about good darkness and good darkness. ”

　　"This really is..." Kenjiro apologized to Naito with a look in his eyes.

　　"I'm really sorry. But Naito, you shouldn't blame Miyuki for this, after all, the person who built the apartment is me, and Miyuki doesn't need to be held responsible. ”

　　"I didn't blame her. I really hate you, but Miyuki feels that she has done something she should not have done and has been crying and apologizing to me. ”

　　Kenjiro was speechless for a while, and Araki's cold voice interjected as if he had calculated the timing.

　　"Mr. Shibamoto, I remember you just said that high school students say that it is not good to feel good, right?"

　　“……”

　　Kenjiro had no idea what the connection between Araki's question and could only bow his head wordlessly.

　　"If there is love between two people, I will also have sex with the person I love." But then again, even if the ban on selling spring is full of loopholes, or no one cares about me, I will never take money to buy women. ”

　　"This... What does this have to do with the current problem? ”

　　"Don't you understand? You think that as long as you obey the law, even the sun can be bought with money, which is like no love, or you can buy women with money. Therefore, people like you have never thought about the mood of the person who is being bought. ”

　　"Don't say it as if you know everything, it's actually some bullshit." Kenjiro scolded in a spitting tone, but Araki did not flinch and continued cheerfully:

　　"Probably that's right. But the people who have been deprived of the sun by you hate you, and since there is no way to retaliate against you with money, it is not impossible for someone to vent his anger by defiling your daughter. ”

　　Kenjiro stood up and yelled:

　　"I see, you're right?"

　　Before Fujita could stop it, Kenjiro reached out and grabbed the collar of Naito's uniform and carried him all over.

　　"No, not me."

　　"Didn't he say it wasn't him?" I really can't stand you, I'm so excited. Araki said coldly.

　　"Naito is the kind of person who can't have sex without love, unlike you, don't make a mistake." Don't you think that the people who want to defile Miyuki to get revenge on you are basically the same as you? ”

　　"Do you know who it is?" Are you a person who participated in the protest movement? Well, say it, and tell me who that person is. ”

　　"Who knows? How could I possibly know? Even if I knew, was it my duty to tell you? Araki looked like a hanging lang dang.

　　"And then again, did Miyuki look like she was raped?" If she was really raped, according to her personality, she would definitely stand up and expose this person, so that she would not be slaughtered like this. ”

　　"You people!" Kenjiro let go of the hand that had grabbed Naito and slumped down in the middle of the crowd.

　　"I don't understand, what are you talking about?" One after another, I moved out of some inexplicable topics, what did I do to you, and you wanted to treat me like this? ”

　　Miyuki said to herself:

　　"A lot of people don't do anything, but they have to suffer from not seeing the light of day."

　　The sound of mockery completely shattered Kenjiro's bitterly suppressed self-control. Kenjiro let out a beastly roar and was about to get up and pounce on Naito, saying that it was too late or too soon, shoko opened the door and probed and said:

　　"Husband, the school called and said there was an emergency to find the teacher."

　　Kenjiro reluctantly stood up and said:

　　"Take it, take it over here."

　　Fujita picked up the microphone as if saved, and without saying two or three words, he said to Naito with a blue face:

　　"Naito, your bento was poisoned, and Yanagi eats your bento and poisons it."

　　In the stunned stalemate, only anxious feeding came from the microphone.

Chapter II: Juvenile Poisoning

"Come on, come and buy a special bento." Sliced salmon plus three rolls of kelp, served with a sour plum that removes toxins from the body and fragrant white rice. ”

　　As usual, Tanaka stood at the lectern and shouted like a jianghu entertainer. The "bento auction" held every day at lunchtime by the second class of Fengneng High School is in full swing.

　　"Fifty!"

　　"Sixty!" The clamor went up and down.

　　"Vulgar, too vulgar." Shelved and put on hold again! Every time someone shouted a price, a cacophony of laughter ensued.

　　"Seventy!"

　　Tanaka shouted with his slippery eyes:

　　"Seventy, now call for seventy!" Is there anything else? This salmon slice is very thick, and the best of the fish with the aroma of Hokkaido's ocean, the salmon carefully cooked by Mitsukoshi Department Store. Such a product is called for seventy, which is too cheap. Let's add a little more. Gone? Well, procrastination is not fun. Deal! At the same time as the applause sounded, the aluminum bento box was also handed over to the students crowded in front.

　　"Please pay cash. I don't accept installments. Tanaka said seriously. After receiving seventy yuan, he immediately gave sixty yuan to the person who provided the bento, and the remaining ten yuan was his "intermediary fee".

　　80% of the students at Fengneng High School went to school with a bento, and the remaining two were in the welfare club to buy bread and milk to eat. Some people will sneak to eat at a restaurant on the street, but this is quite bold, because if you are caught, you will be punished. The reasons for not bringing a bento vary from person to person, some people are dismissive of bringing a bento like a countryman, and many people do not bring a bento because of family factors. However, for developing adolescents, bread is not enough to eat after all. In addition, many people can't wait for lunch time and open the bento box to fill their hunger at the end of the second class. Such students will still be hungry at noon. In addition, there are some students who bring bento boxes but do not want to eat. Some people just don't like the dishes, and some people want to eat bread occasionally. Or, some fatter girls swallow saliva and tears in order to lose weight without eating; some people sell bento boxes in order to praise money to play small steel balls or bowling balls.

　　This is how the bento auction is formed. The price of the bento is a patent of Tanaka, and the price of the bento is mostly determined by the price, and the factor that determines the price is the quality of the dish. However, occasionally the most beautiful girl in the class brought her own handmade poop, the boys will bid wildly, it is said that the highest record once called a large price of eight hundred and thirty yuan, the winner can also accept the beautiful woman tea hospitality, proudly drink the tea poured on the lid of the bento box, and then win the applause of the whole hall.

　　The most pitiful thing is the bento of the unpopular students, no one shouts the price, let alone someone will buy it. At this time, based on his duties, Tanaka will buy it for ten yuan and take it to the campus to feed stray dogs, which is also very happy.

　　"Next, the provider, Norihisa Naito, offered the bento to you because Naito went to Miyuki Shibamoto's first seven festivals. He should already be enjoying the taste of the mountains and the sea at Shibamoto's house, so he can buy it half and give it away! Let's start with twenty dollars. Come, thirty bucks! Thirty bucks! Are there any other prices? ”

　　"Forty!"

　　"Forty-five!"

　　"Fifty dollars has been called now. Push harder! Braised beef is served with omelette, and the rice is carefully sprinkled with bonito flakes, giving off a burst of aroma. Is such a bento worth only fifty dollars? Cheap, cheap! Too cheap! Tanaka began to fan the flames.

　　"Sixty!"

　　"Sixty bucks! Is there anything else? ”

　　"One hundred!"

　　All of a sudden, the price triple jumps. Tanaka's surprised probe looked for the source of the sound, and Yanagi was the expression of giving me a bento. In addition to the price is too high, everyone actually does not dare to bid with the boss of the class, Liu Sheng, so no one bids again. "Well, a hundred bucks is the price. This concludes today's auction, thank you. ”

　　Everyone applauded and walked to Tanaka, who was bent over to greet everyone, and ended the regular auction. The day student who made the tea took the teapot into the classroom and began to eat lunch in a lively way.

　　It happened twenty minutes later.

　　Liu Sheng fell down because of severe abdominal pain and headache, and when the school doctor Ganggan rushed to the classroom, he saw the rash that had just emerged on Liu Sheng's skin, and his face was solemn.

　　"What about feces?" He asked shaking the unconscious Liu Sheng.

　　"On a few occasions... Every time it's like washing rice water..."

　　After the first aid treatment, Gang Gan approached the principal's ear and said:

　　"Hurry up and call an ambulance and notify the police at the same time."

　　"Police?" The headmaster's face twitched.

　　"It's like arsenic poisoning."

　　"How could this be... But..."

　　"All in all, it's good to call an ambulance quickly." Gang Gan yelled at the principal who was still trying to talk, and the school staff picked up the phone in a panic.

　　"Naito's bento..." Yanagi groaned.

　　"Bento? What about bento? Ganggan measured Liu Sheng's pulse as he pushed his ear over. The pulse beats very fast, but also very weakly. This is one of the symptoms of arsenic poisoning.

　　"I don't think something is right, so... After eating a little... Just stay..."

　　"Where's the bento?" What the? Where is the rest? Gang Gan made eye contact with the principal and continued to ask.

　　"Wrapped up in newspaper ... In the classroom, my desk..."

　　"Well, I get it, I'll handle it. It doesn't matter, you don't talk anymore, you'll be fine right away. ”

　　Ganggan turned his head and said to the principal in a serious tone:

　　"Hurry up and take that bento, maybe someone will take it and eat it." Simply bring the bento to here, and let the ambulance take it to the hospital for analysis. ”

　　"Why is it toxic in bento? Why would Yanagi go to Naito's bento? ”

　　"I'll talk about these things later, so bring the bento as soon as possible."

　　The sound of the ambulance's whistle was approaching.

　　The classroom of the second class of the second year is neither noisy nor quiet, and it is shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

　　Tanaka squatted in the corner, and although no one thought that the poison was his, they all looked at him with blank eyes. Because they could not get rid of the relationship, and because of everyone's unfriendly eyes, Tanaka could not easily join everyone's conversation.

　　"There's a lot of bitterness to eat here." Takeda didn't know whether it was comfort or a threat to come over and talk to Tanaka. However, his soft tone of the Osaka dialect made his words closer to cordial condolences.

　　"Oh, it's so sad." Tanaka said in his naturally comical tone.

　　"But if you think about it, you have a clear alibi." From the moment you got the bento and handed it to Liu Sheng, we all saw it, didn't we? So obviously, you can't be poisoned at all. ”

　　"Is this an alibi?"

　　"It's a little strange to say it's an alibi, of course, but you can rest assured that at least you didn't poison you at the auction, and I can testify about that." It's just that you didn't poison before the auction, I can't guarantee it. ”

　　"Rest assured, I am not blessed to be a witness like you."

　　"How do you say that? If you're going to poison before the auction, the whole class is suspicious, are you right? With that, Takeda looked around triumphantly. Unconsciously, a human wall was formed around Tanaka.

　　"The second class was chemistry class, and everyone went to the lab, so the classroom was empty, and if someone sneaked in and poisoned it, no one would know."

　　The students looked at each other, each pair of eyes trying to recall, chemistry class and who left the seat quietly at the end of class.

　　"So how is that good for me?" Tanaka realized that everyone was focused on him and asked deliberately.

　　"The problem is the fingerprint on the bento." Takeda immediately regained his triumphant look.

　　"Fingerprint?"

　　"That's right, fingerprints. The police will definitely investigate the fingerprints on the bento. It was Naito's mother and Naito who put on the bento, and it was Yanagi who ate the bento, leaving aside the fingerprints of these three people, if the fingerprints of others were detected... There must be, poisoning must touch the bento, right? Therefore, the main owner of this fourth fingerprint must be the suspect. ”

　　Everyone looked at Takeda with a look of approval.

　　"Wouldn't that be good for Tanaka?" I said Tanaka, you should listen well, you fortunately touched the bento in full view of everyone, so even if the bento has your fingerprints on it, there will be no problem. So, you are innocent, how, you can rest assured. ”

　　And so on. Although Tanaka can rest assured, but the matter is not over, the detective himself I thought again, whether it is Tanaka's reason for doubting the formation may not be certain. Perhaps he accidentally left fingerprints while poisoning, so he deliberately took the bento for auction, and then printed his fingerprints on the bento, thus blatantly annihilating the evidence. What do you think? It is worthy of the incisive reasoning of a detective. ”

　　"Neurosis! What reasoning? Then why did I have to poison In Naito's bento? ”

　　"Then it depends on your confession."

　　"What confession?" I see you treat me like a prisoner at all. Well, even if I'm the murderer, then I poisoned Naito's bento, and I think it should be Naito. But after putting the bento for auction, how do I know whose hands the bento will end up in? ”

　　"Well, that's right. Unexpectedly, the incisive reasoning of the famous detective appeared here. ”

　　"It's a shame you can tell such a perverse reasoning." Tanaka was not angry either, but spoke in a helpless tone.

　　"This can't be said to be all a perversion, and for the murderer, as long as the victim is a classmate, it is enough, isn't it now popular for killings without motives?"

　　No one paid any more attention to Takeda. Although no one paid any attention to it, Takeda's words were like a dregs that settled into everyone's hearts. The stench of doubt spat out of Takeda's mouth like mud.

　　It was at this time that Fujita took Naito and other students back to school.

　　"I've heard that the most important thing now is not to cause a commotion or make wild speculation, understand?" Fujita tried to stabilize the students' wavering emotions and spoke in a calm tone.

　　"The most urgent thing is to hope that Liu Sheng will recover quickly." The principal has now rushed to the hospital, so we will soon be able to know the situation, and until then, please stay in the classroom and wait for news. By the way, maybe the police will come and investigate, and if the police come to ask, tell the police correctly what you know. For things you don't know, you must also clearly answer that you don't know, don't speculate, you know? If you know, go back to your seat and sit down, and this class will be self-studying. ”

　　When such a big thing happens, it is impossible for students to study on their own. Takeda raised his hand tremblingly and said:

　　"That... What happened to Chai Ben over there? ”

　　"By the way, I forgot to tell everyone. Today is Miyuki's first seven festivals, and I went with several representatives of my classmates to greet me and sincerely pray for the blessings of Shibamoto. ”

　　"Is that it?"

　　"What does that mean?"

　　"It's about Shibamoto, are there any new discoveries?"

　　"You call this speculation. I think you are too imaginative. ”

　　Is this true? Am I really thinking too much? Takeda protested secretly in his heart, but did not say anything more.

　　"Naito and Tanaka, come here." Fujita beckoned the two of them to come over, walked out of the classroom, and then turned back and said:

　　"For the sake of prudence, I tell you that if anyone other than the police, such as a newspaper reporter, comes to ask about this incident, they will be asked to ask the teacher. It is not because this matter is a secret that I ask you not to say it, but because I am afraid that you will cause misunderstanding by talking nonsense. ”

　　As soon as Fujita's figure disappeared, there was an immediate commotion in the classroom. How can people be quiet? Suddenly, all the speculation and imagination burst out of the embankment.

　　"According to my most confident reasoning, the famous bento auction in our class is going to close from now on. Tanaka's career is about to end, and it can only end because of the tragedy of boredom and sorrow. Well, this line is moving. Takeda raised his nose triumphantly, but everyone ignored it.

　　Fujita took Naito and Tanaka to the empty reception room and sat down face to face with them across the table, but for a moment he did not know where to start. On the other hand, Naito and Tanaka were also caught up in unknown fear and confusion, just slightly opening their pale lips in a trance, looking at Fujita hollowly.

　　Fujita thought to himself, or should they calm down first, so he said:

　　"Tanaka, look at you, good end poke out such a big flaw." Fujita deliberately cuts in from unimportant places.

　　"I... I just took my bento to auction. If I had known it was toxic, I wouldn't have sold it. ”

　　"Who asked you to auction your bento?"

　　"It's me." Naito replied.

　　"In the third class, because the teacher said that I would come to Shibamoto's house at noon, I thought I wouldn't eat this bento at noon anyway, so before I went to Shibamoto's house with my teacher, Todanaka helped me auction it."

　　"So, the person who wants to eat the bento should be you?"

　　"Of course, because I didn't know I was going to go until the teacher told me I was going to Shibamoto's house at noon, so..."

　　"So..." Tanaka narrowed his eyes and interjected, "we were just saying that someone must have taken advantage of the chemistry class time to poison it." This poisoned man wants to kill Naito... No, it should be said that the target was set on Naito, and I didn't expect to kill a cheng halfway through..."

　　"Tanaka!" Fujita sternly interrupted Tanaka' words, "Don't speculate! According to you, this poisoned person knew that the bento would be taken to eat by people who did not know each other, but watched what happened without stopping it? This is simply the act of a demon or a madman, and I don't believe there will be such a terrible person in our class. ”

　　"Let's sort out the facts first. By the way, Naito, who put the bento? ”

　　"It's my mom, and she's putting it on every time."

　　"Your mother packed the bento, and you put the bento in your bag and brought it to school. Did it pass through anyone's hand in the middle? ”

　　"Nothing. When I got to school, I hung my bag on a hook next to my desk and put the bento and textbook in a drawer. I am like this every day. ”

　　"You only gave the bento to Tanaka after the third class, right?" Did you find anything at that time? For example, the package method is different..."

　　"This... I didn't pay much attention. However, there seems to be nothing wrong, and if there is, I think I will find out. Naito thoughtfully recalled and replied. Fujita argues that it is not that there is nothing wrong, but that Naito is not aware of it at all, but that it is useless to pursue these things at the moment.

　　"Then Tanaka, what do you do with the bento?"

　　"Whatever you do, put it in the drawer." There are a total of four bento boxes to auction today, and I put them all in the drawer. ”

　　"No one has touched it, has it?"

　　"In the fourth class, I sat in my seat, and as soon as the class was over, I immediately went to the podium for auction, and it was impossible for anyone to touch it. Of course, I didn't open the bento before I started the auction. ”

　　In this way, the problem is the second chemistry class in which no one in the classroom. Fujita thought so, but did not say it.

　　The classroom of the second class of the second year is on the second floor of the school building, and it is not easy, if not impossible, to sneak in unconsciously. In this way, Tanaka's speculation is not unreasonable. As a teacher, Fujita felt creepy when he thought about it.

　　Someone knocked on the door, and the school staff probed in with a suspicious but curious look:

　　"The principal is calling you."

　　Fujita ran out to answer the phone, and there were only two people left in the reception room, and Tanaka sighed heavily:

　　"It's a disaster that's flying out of the sky. Hey, Naito, don't you really have a number in mind? According to statistics, usually women are more likely to poison people, after all, the most poisonous women's hearts, women do things is sinister. You shouldn't have done anything that women hate, right? I see you'll tell the truth. ”

　　"Don't talk nonsense, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

　　"To put it bluntly, you are impossible, you don't even have the courage to meet your sweetheart Miyuki."

　　Provoking Naito became the only way for Tanaka to vent his emotions, and although Naito glared at Tanaka fiercely, he lowered his eyes because he was not arguing.

　　Panicked footsteps came from the corridor, and Fujita returned to the reception room.

　　"Liu Sheng is fine, fortunately he did not eat much, coupled with the early detection, first aid and proper treatment, so the symptoms were not as serious as imagined."

　　The three of them nodded in approval, but Fujita regained his dignified expression.

　　"The police may come and investigate the ins and outs of things. Tanaka, you immediately go and call the people who took the bento for auction today and the people who have won the bid to come here to assemble, and tell the others to hurry home after school. ”

　　Tanaka came out of the reception room, and the school staff came in and said:

　　"Teacher, a Mr. Shibamoto has come to visit you."

　　"Mr. Shibamoto?"

　　It was really not the right time, Fujita frowned. However, thinking that the first seven festivals would leave in such a panic, it was really out of harmony, and because it was inconvenient to be rude again, he asked someone to invite him to the next reception room for a while, and he stretched out and lit a cigarette.

　　"Let's smoke a cigarette first." So many things have happened, the brain is messed up, and it's a real headache. ”

　　Fujita looked at Naito and smiled without any meaning, while Naito stinked a face in disbelief, as if to shout, "I am the real victim compared to you or Yanagi." ”

　　As soon as Shibamoto saw Fujita, he rushed up with an arrow and asked:

　　"Teacher, what the hell is going on?" Either Miyuki had an accident or the student was poisoned, is this what should happen in the school? I thought the school was a cleaner and more sacred place, but you see, is this like that? Worse than my previous construction site dormitory, it is simply the root of crime. ”

　　Fujita could only weakly ask Shibamoto not to get excited, but Shibamoto ignored it.

　　"It is because of your appeasement that students will climb to their heads and be lawless." Since this is the case, there is no need to ask the school again, I want to use my own method to get justice for Miyuki. In the past, considering Miyuki's reputation and my face, I have been constantly patient, and at the same time pinned my hopes on the sincerity of the school and the teacher. But as it stands now, I seem too naïve. Please hand over Naito, even if you break his arm, I will tell him the truth. ”

　　"Mr. Shibamoto, how can you be so rude?"

　　"Am I rude? It should be them who are rude, so that the innocent Miyuki ends up like that. You said it so easily because you didn't see Miyuki, Miyuki..."

　　After an anesthesia injection before the operation, Miyuki stared at Kenjiro with accusatory eyes, and Kenjiro reluctantly squeezed out a smile and nodded in comfort. It doesn't matter, you can be relieved immediately, you must get out of the operating room well... Kenjiro told Miyuki this in his heart, but he did not expect that this was the eternal separation of heaven and man.

　　When Kenjiro hurried into the operating room, Miyuki's lips were already bloodied when he received the nurse's panicked notice. To Kenjiro, who was anxious to inquire about the situation, Dr. Arita could not hide his confused look, and said sadly:

　　"The curettage surgery was completed, the anesthesia was also withdrawn, but the face was blue, and the blood pressure gradually dropped. I think it may be because she is still young and has been hit too hard, so I put on an oxygen mask for her and injected paradrenal cortical hormones, but..."

　　Miyuki's pale lips seemed to be murmuring in pain. Kenjiro couldn't help but pounce on Miyuki, close to her lips, thinking that he could at least hear her last words.

　　"Teacher, guess what Miyuki said?" When she was in pain, she still thought about school, and she didn't cry out bitterness, just muttered something Archimedes. That's right, Archimedes. I think she must be worried about not keeping up with the pace or the exams, she is such a serious child, but those people let her... Anyway, please bring Naito here, I just lost control and spoke a little rudely, but please believe me, I have my own measure, I just want to find a reason that I can accept. ”

　　As he spoke, Kenjiro seemed to regain his composure. Fujita was relieved, but still did not trust Naito to meet Kenjiro.

　　"Naito also had a big impact because of this poisoning incident, so it may be a little inconvenient to meet now." And there are some doubts in what you just said. "On the one hand, in order to suppress Kenjiro's momentum, Fujita deliberately shifted the topic." Is Miyuki really talking about Archimedes? ”

　　She was groggy like a dreamer, not speaking very clearly, but what I heard was indeed Archimedes. I don't know, but Archimedes was supposed to be a Greek physicist. ”

　　"I can't think of any other eponymous figure in history, so I can only think so." However, if this is the case, it is a little strange. ”

　　Fujita said thoughtfully:

　　"If it is a dream after anesthesia, then it should be said in the heart of the usual words, such as calling the name of the mother, or the name of the boyfriend, but her name is Archimedes, which is a little strange ..."

　　"That's why I said Miyuki just cares about schoolwork." Mathematics and physics are Miyuki's most headache subjects, so she will always be worried. ”

　　"If so, it's even more wrong. Mr. Shibamoto, although I am not a teacher of related subjects, I do not know very well, but the earliest time I learned the name Archimedes was in the nature textbook of the fourth and fifth grades of primary school, when I introduced the principle of leverage and buoyancy. Of course, this name will appear again in junior high school and high school, but if the impression is really strong enough to appear in dream eating, it should also be in elementary school, right? ”

　　"Is it?" Kenjiro muttered disapprovingly.

　　"Could you have heard me wrong?"

　　"Absolutely, Miyuki did say that, and twice."

　　There was a knock at the door, and the clerk informed the principal of his return.

　　After only a few hours, the headmaster was quite haggard. With a puffy face, he said to Fujita:

　　"Fujita-sensei, this is a police officer at the Toyonaka Police Station." When he finished, he buried his body deep in the chair and closed his eyes.

　　The principal majored in Japanese history, and he was most proud of his ancient samurai style, but at the moment, he was as weak as a defeated samurai waiting to be beheaded.

　　Fuji took two business cards and placed them on the table.

　　Toyo Nakamiya Police Station Search Division First Class Officer Nomura Tsuneo

　　Fujita looked up after a silent thought in his heart, and a thin man who was nearly fifty years old greeted him with a gentle look that was more gentle than expected. Next to the man sat a man of strong physique, probably over thirty years old, with bright eyes flickering with impatience from time to time. The business card reads: Reiko Otsuka, second-class officer of the search division. The man did not react at all to Fujita's nod of greeting. Fujita stared at Otsuka, thinking that he was probably young and energetic, and did not know how to restrain, but he looked quite difficult to cope with, so he turned his eyes back to Nomura.

　　"Trouble you will tell you what happened when you reported the case, and then tell us more about what happened, because we don't know it yet." Nomura, as usual, brings out the theme with ease.

　　Following Nomura's feelings, Fujita's mouth also loosened a lot, so he said what Tanaka and Naito said as clearly as possible. Nomura nodded his head from time to time in response to a "Hmm", "Oh", as if listening to a funny thing, and was always pleasant. After Fujita finished speaking, he remained silent for a while, and then said in an intolerable tone:

　　"What bento auction?" What are the young people thinking lately? How, Otsuka, did you do the same in high school? I think you are very strong, you must have paid a very high price, right? ”

　　"What are you kidding. By the way, teacher, can you please call the student named Tanaka? ”

　　Fujita stood up without saying anything.

　　"Listen, Otsuka." Nomura whispered, "Don't be too fierce with the children, they won't say anything when you kill them." I also had a high school kid at home, and he didn't tell me anything, and although he was his own child, I couldn't do anything with him. A child of this age is really..."

　　"I think it's better to hand it over to you, thinking about these little hairy heads of bento auctions, I want to beat people, what is the school teaching them?" Really. ”

　　The headmaster remained motionless.

　　Tanaka came in, bowed to the headmaster, and stared at Nomura and Otsuka with no concern.

　　"I miss us..." Fujita said hesitantly as he shifted his gaze to the headmaster. But Nomura waved his hand and told them that they didn't have to avoid it.

　　"We're not interrogating prisoners, we just want to ask some questions as a reference, so please ask the principal and teacher to stay here." I think that some students in this way are bold and dare to speak. Or is the principal and teacher there, but you dare not say? ”

　　Nomura shifted his gaze back to Tanaka, narrowed his eyes and smiled, trying to ease the tension. Tanaka scratched his head and smiled shyly. As soon as the tense air relaxed, Nomura asked directly:

　　"The bento auction is amazing. Did you come up with it? ”

　　"Well, it's sort of."

　　"What is it? So, did it exist before? ”

　　"In the past, we exchanged bento boxes with each other, but this did not achieve a balance between supply and demand, so I thought of setting up a circulation agency."

　　What circulation agency? Otsuka glared at him, while Nomura continued in a tone of admiration, "This is quite learned. ”

　　"You, what do you say?" The headmaster's voice was filled with intolerable anger. Both hands trembled slightly on the knees.

　　"Don't you feel sorry for your parents for doing this?" I actually bought and sold the bento that my parents had worked so hard to make..."

　　Tanaka stared at the headmaster with wide eyes, and the expression on his face showed that he did not understand why the headmaster was so excited. Nomura, on the other hand, acted as a peacemaker to appease the principal.'

　　"Don't you think it's wrong to do that?"

　　"Why? Both the buyer and the seller rejoiced. It turns out that they were all happy with such a deal, so I took a little commission from it, and they didn't care, did they? ”

　　"But the bento made by my mother's own hands has the love of my mother, and I mean, don't you think it is wrong for you to ignore your mother's love for your children and buy and sell the bento?"

　　"What is this perversion?" Tanaka raised his voice and pushed back.

　　"What bento has the love of the mother, it is just buying something from the market and putting it in the bento." Mr. Policeman, do you think that heating fast food in the microwave is called cooking? If you think this is also cooking, then I believe there is love in the bento. ”

　　"Is that so? Then again, although such a bento is not a big deal, it still needs someone to make it. ”

　　"Making a bento is one of the necessary chores for a housewife, and as long as she is a housewife, she is of course obliged to do it."

　　"Obligations ... Isn't it love? ”

　　Tanaka didn't look over his shoulder and stopped talking, with an attitude of not wanting to pay attention to you.

　　"Speaking of this bento that went wrong," Nomura's expression turned serious. "Doesn't Liu Sheng usually bring a bento?"

　　"Well, he's mostly buying bread at welfare clubs, and..." Tanaka glanced at Fujita.

　　"And what?"

　　"An old-fashioned figure like him sometimes climbs over the wall to eat at a restaurant on the other side of the street. Spending some money on a hot meal is better than a cold bento. ”

　　It was really an annoying little ghost, and Otsuka couldn't help but stare at him angrily.

　　"I didn't expect you to speak so harshly. So, you didn't know beforehand that Liu Sheng would have walked down a poisoned bento? ”

　　"Of course, the auction is always fair. The starting price started at thirty yuan, and a few people in the middle shouted sixty yuan, but because Liu Sheng shouted the price to one hundred yuan at once, the others naturally gave up. ”

　　"Isn't it too expensive to shout a hundred pieces in one go?"

　　"When I saw the atmosphere at the scene, I thought that eighty yuan was almost the same, so when I heard a hundred pieces, to be honest, I was a little surprised."

　　"Don't you think it's strange?"

　　"No, it won't. In auctions like this, sometimes the price will soar to eight hundred dollars, and sometimes no one will buy even ten dollars. ”

　　"I heard that beautiful women's bento boxes are easier to sell, but Naito is not a beautiful woman."

　　"But he's very good with Yanagi, and he's in the same circle, so I think he's going to give Naito a little face."

　　"You say they're in the same circle, so they have a good relationship?"

　　"Not necessarily. It's just that they graduated from the same country. Tanaka replied very dissonantly, as if he did not want to have too much to do with the incident and answered cautiously.

　　Otsuka originally opened the notebook to record some points for reference, but he did not expect that Tanaka would not be able to say it halfway through, which door to ask, not at all a reconnaissance question. Otsuka had to abandon the record and close the book again, and the voice sounded a little deliberate.

　　"I have something to say, can I?" Tanaka glanced obliquely at the headmaster and said.

　　"Okay, say whatever you want." Nomura thought that only by letting him speak freely could he grasp the clues that would help the incident, so he ignored the presence of the headmaster and replied.

　　"Bento auctions... Can I continue? ”

　　"This..." Nomura seemed to have been given an army and was unable to speak for a moment.

　　"In fact, the auction also has a positive significance, for example, once a red bean bread was once priced to five hundred pieces, a loaf of bread."

　　"What's the positive implication of that?" Fujita couldn't help but interject, lest Tanaka's gibberish affect the impression of the police and would not be easy to clean up in the future.

　　"At that time, there was a classmate who could not pay the reserve for autumn travel, so I auctioned a bread for a hundred yuan, and everyone knew that this classmate's family was relatively poor, so the price soared all the way, and finally sold for five hundred yuan, which was equivalent to a month's reserve."

　　Rather than making donations based on compassion, auctioning bread may be a better expression of classmate love. After listening to Tanaka's words, Fujita's heart was full of mixed feelings and extremely complicated feelings.

　　"If that's the case, then you must not have charged ten yuan commission?" Nomura asked a little dumbfounded.

　　"Why not? Of course I took it. This is business after all. It's not a bazaar, so I won't do any charity, and I'm sick to death. ”

　　Nomura seemed to be slapped in the face, and Fujita then remembered Shibamoto's previous lament that these children seemed to be in a different world from their own, and they were slightly angry.

　　"So I hope the school allows the auction to continue... Oh no, by default. Tanaka looked at Nomura with a complaining look.

　　"This... Well, this thing... I don't think it should be up to me to decide... The headmaster also has the headmaster's thoughts..." Nomura said, but the headmaster didn't know if he was listening, but just looked at Tanaka with an unbelievable eye, like a rare animal.

　　"Next..." Nomura said to Fujita in a stiff tone, "Please ask Naito to come over." ”

　　Tanaka looked unconvinced and stood up reluctantly. Seeing Tanaka's back as he walked out, Otsuka said disapprovingly, "It's a mess, and it doesn't help the investigation at all." This remark was made in response to Nomura's indecisive questioning.

　　"Really? I thought it was funny and helpful. ”

　　"Is it?"

　　"You don't seem to think so, but at least from the auction bento, we can know how the students get along, which is very good."

　　"Good? I think the parents of these children must have been sad to die when they heard it, and I really don't know what they are thinking. ”

　　Nomura suddenly realized. Usually, although Otsuka does not say it in his mouth, he always feels that Nomura is a kind of "old-fashioned policeman who does not pay attention to logic", which Nomura also knows, but think about it, this is the younger generation's criticism of the older generation, so he does not think that he will accept everything according to the order. Nomura always tries to accept Otsuka's "young man's ideas", but there are times when he really can't understand Otsuka's words and deeds, and he falls into a state of distress that he really doesn't know what he's thinking. I didn't expect that at this moment, Otsuka would use the same words to question Tanaka, the so-called generation gap, which turned out to be the case. Nomura couldn't help but smile bitterly.

　　"I remembered when you said that I once read my son's diary." Nomura suddenly changed the subject, and Otsuka was surprised, but Nomura continued to say to Otsuka like small talk:

　　"I walked into my eldest son's room that day and the diary was spread out on the table. He had only shown me the transcript of his sophomore year of high school the day before, and the results were still as usual and not ideal, so I trained him. But because I was a little worried about him, although I didn't want to look at his diary, I ended up reading it anyway. Do you know what is written in the diary? ”

　　Who knows. Otsuka tensed his face in disbelief.

　　"Everyone is superior to me, and the quilt covers his head to comfort himself."

　　"What is this?"

　　"Imitation of Ishikawa Pecking Wood (Note: The famous Japanese waka poet, who is good at mixing spoken life poems. ) of poetry. ”

　　"I know that, but..."

　　"I think you might have had that experience too." For example, when you break the police school exam, or the promotion exam is broken, there is nowhere to get depressed, only masturbation..."

　　"It's boring if you're a little serious."

　　"Don't be embarrassed, everyone is the same."

　　"Sir, what exactly are you trying to say?" None of this has anything to do with the investigation. ”

　　"That's not necessarily true, but what I want to say is that today's young people are more frank and direct than when we were younger, or more than Ishikawa Pecking Wood, they don't hide their feelings, like Ishikawa Peck, they say 'buy flowers', or pretend to be noble, and then they say 'be in harmony with their wives' in a roundabout way." Now young people's expression is very straightforward, so there can be no preconceived subjective consciousness when asking questions, if we don't let them speak freely, listen to what they want to say, it is very likely to be wrong, I just hope you understand this. ”

　　Nomura was still reflecting on the admonition of these words, which seemed to be a little stronger, when Naito looked nervous and pushed the door probe in. Seeing Naito's neurotic expression, Nomura intuitively felt that this child would be more difficult than Tanaka.

　　"What happened to the fingerprints on the bento?" Before Naito could sit still, he asked preemptively. Nomura was stunned in the face of this sudden questioning, but did not answer, but just looked at Naito fixedly.

　　"Didn't you check your fingerprints?" As long as fingerprints other than my mother, me, Tanaka, and Yanagi appear on the bento, they are the fingerprints of the murderer. ”

　　Nomura shook his head.

　　"What, didn't you check?"

　　"It's not that I didn't check it, it's that the fingerprints on the bento are too messy to be tested, and if it was deliberately poisoned, I believe I wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the fingerprints on the bento."

　　"What poison is the poison in the bento?"

　　"Arsenic pesticides are available everywhere."

　　Otsuka couldn't bear to poke Nomura.

　　"What? Oh, Naito, can you let me ask questions? Just for reference. ”

　　"Yes, whatever you want." Naito replied coldly, and clearly showed that he did not take the police's investigative ability in his eyes.

　　"You know you're going to Shibata's house without having to eat a bento, and it's the third class, right?"

　　"The classmates didn't know about it before, did they?"

　　"Yes." Fujita interjected.

　　"The third class was my Chinese language class, and as I went to class, I selected the students who would attend the festival in order. The first class of Hayama waited until after class to ask him to go with them. ”

　　"If that's the case, then Naito can be said to have escaped the disaster by being named by the teacher, otherwise he would have eaten the bento..."

　　Naito was arrogant and frowned when he heard this, but still had an expression that had no reason to thank Fujita.

　　"Do you have any clues, such as who holds a grudge against you, or what excessive things you have done that may be retaliated against?"

　　"No, but if someone wants to play a prank, I don't know." Naito replied with a straight face, and could see that even he was surprised.

　　"Prank? I guess that's not a prank that can be explained. Human life is at stake. Didn't he become your substitute ghost with Liu Sheng? Fortunately, he only ate two or three bites and then spit it out, so it was fine..."

　　"If it were me, I'd spit it out, who's going to eat that kind of thing?"

　　"That kind of thing? How can you say your bento is 'that kind of thing'? Haven't you seen a bento before? ”

　　"I don't think I'm going to eat. Didn't you just say it was pesticides? It must stink and be hard to get into. ”

　　"Is it?" Nomura said as he turned to Otsuka, "What does the Supervision Class say?" ”

　　"I remember they were saying that the taste wasn't very smelly, but that the tongue would tingle when they ate it, and it would be difficult to swallow. Because the rice is drizzled with marinade and laid with bonito fillets, it is not easy to detect, but if it is not too hungry, the average person may not be able to eat a second bite. ”

　　"I think so, but even if you only eat a little, arsenic poisoning is still very scary, and there is really no way to treat this kind of behavior as a simple prank." Can't you really think of anyone who holds a grudge against you? ”

　　"Didn't you tell me that if there is, only I hate others, and no one else hates me!"

　　"Do you hate someone else's share?" That's not a very kind thing to say. "Nomura began to talk quietly." The people you hate may hate you even more. Let's hear it, who is this person you hate? ”

　　"I already knew that your purpose was to ask me about Shibamoto, right?"

　　"ChaiBen?" Nomura was confused. I heard that it happened when Naito went to participate in the Shibamoto Miyuki-Yukizu Seven Festival, but what this has to do with the poisoning incident is difficult to judge.

　　"Don't put garlic on it. You must be suspicious that Miyuki's belly was big on my part, right? ”

　　Nomura was too stunned to speak. He found that no one had told him the background of the incident, so he turned to Fujita to protest.

　　"Fujita-sensei, it seems that you didn't tell me the most important thing."

　　"This..."

　　For Nomura, Fujita is not so worried, but for the headmaster, Fujita has some scruples in his heart.

　　"If you hide the facts like this, it will be very difficult for us to do things."

　　"It's not a cover-up, it's just that I think it has nothing to do with it."

　　"Whether there is a relationship or not, it can be left to the police to judge." Just mentioned that Shibamoto is pregnant, right? Please tell us in detail about this matter. ”

　　Fujita Khan explains Miyuki's death, and even mentions the chaos of the first seven festivals, and thanks to Nomura's clever questioning skills, Fujita even speaks out of Kenjiro now in the reception room next door.

　　"That's the whole thing. Because four of the doctors who treated Miyuki had reported the case to the police, so... I didn't mean to hide it. ”

　　The headmaster and Nomura glanced at each other, and Nomura coldly glanced at Fujita, who was frequently wiping sweat, and then turned to Naito:

　　"Why do you think the police would suspect that you got Damiyuki's belly?"

　　"Because the police have come to me before."

　　"Have the police looked for you?" When was this? ”

　　"It was the day of Miyuki's funeral, on my way home."

　　Nomura confirmed with a look in his eyes to Otsuka, who shook his head unknowingly, then got up and walked to the phone.

　　"You said it was a police officer at the FengDong Middle East Police Station, right?"

　　"Well, that's what he said."

　　"What about names?"

　　I asked, but he didn't answer. Because he took out a little black manual from his coat pocket to write something, I thought he must be a cop. ”

　　"What questions did he ask you?"

　　"Is it miyuki' thing, like pregnancy, is it true?" Or was there someone who got her pregnant or something. ”

　　"What do you say?"

　　"I said I didn't know. I really don't know. Because I also heard that Miyuki died of a falling fetus during the funeral, I was shocked. ”

　　"At the funeral? Who are you listening to? ”

　　"I didn't listen to anyone specifically, but there are such rumors anyway."

　　"Even if it's a rumor, someone must tell you." Who is this person? ”

　　Naito hesitated for a moment and said, "It's Yanagi." ”

　　Nomura unconsciously straightened up, "Is it the Yanagi who ate your bento?" ”

　　After Otsuka finished speaking on the phone, he said to Nomura indignantly:

　　The head of the department said he didn't know either. Regarding the cause of Miyuki Shibamoto's death, the doctor did report it to the bureau, but due to the request of the family, no one except the relevant personnel knew about it. Of course, no one has investigated the matter. ”

　　Nomura nodded and said to Naito:

　　"You hear me. It seems that the person who asked you questions is a policeman posing as a policeman. I don't know why he's asking you, but the next time you see him, contact me right away. He just asked you, didn't do anything to you, right? ”

　　Saying that, Nomura calculated in his mind that it was necessary to re-investigate the cause of Miyuki's death, and it seemed that Miyuki's death was indirectly related to the poisoning incident, if not directly related.

　　"You mentioned that Kenjiro Shibamoto held a grudge against you because of Miyuki, but he couldn't have been poisoned. First, he's been at the First Seven Festivals, and when he starts to suspect you, the bento auction has already begun, right? ”

　　Naito was speechless and just nodded.

　　"Well, you've worked hard. Next..."

　　"I'm sorry." The headmaster made a sound on the verge of collapse. "It's not too early, and it seems inappropriate to leave the students behind, so can you please come back another day?"

　　The principal has always only put forward this opinion, which I don't know if it can be regarded as an opinion. For the old principal with a rigorous personality, the impact of the incident is not insignificant. Anyway, even if the murderer is among the students, there is no need to worry that the murderer will escape, on the contrary, if you rush to force the investigation, it will stimulate the school and the students, making everyone unwilling to cooperate but bad. Considering various factors, Nomura simply accepted the principal's opinion and echoed: "That's right, just do it." ”

　　"Ah, wait a minute." Fujita stopped Naito, who had just left the room.

　　"The class is now in Western history or physics, did you learn About Archimedes?"

　　"Nothing." Naito was puzzled by this clueless question.

　　"Has there been any mention of Archimedes lately?"

　　"Hmmm... Is this related to the incident? ”

　　"No, I don't think it's a big deal, it's just that Miyuki seems to be interested in Archimedes."

　　"It's this one." As he spoke, Naito revealed a rare smile. "I think it must be an English drama exhibition for school celebrations."

　　"English Drama Show?"

　　"In May, when the school celebrates its fiftieth anniversary, didn't we act in English dramas? That was the story of Archimedes. ”

　　The story is from an English textbook describing an anecdote about Archimedes' discovery of Archimedes' principles while bathing. This story is adapted from the Greek biographer Plutarch's "Hero Biography", the content is widely known, is the most suitable for English drama exhibitions.

　　For parents who watch the drama, although they can't understand the English drama, in order to explain to the children, and also for the sake of taking care of the whole child, everyone is unwilling to show that they can't understand English, so they have to participate in the drama exhibition and try to fill the empty seats under the stage. Therefore, for parents, there is nothing more painful than watching English dramas.

　　However, if you play archimedes' story, even parents who do not know English can easily understand the content, even if they can't understand the dialogue, as long as they watch the actors' performances, they can at least keep up with the development of the plot and applaud in a timely manner. Another side benefit is that if parents bring elementary school students along, the children will not be bored because they are familiar with the content of the story.

　　"As we expected, the show was a success, especially when Archimedes went out on the street naked, and we were really naked."

　　"Completely naked? This is real..." Nomura's eyes widened wide and round.

　　"Isn't Archimedes in tights more comical?" At that time, the people in the performance group were very insistent, of course. As a result, we reached a consensus and decided to work the lighting, try not to let the audience know that the actors are not wearing clothes, and then use several searchlights to move up and down to illuminate, showing the restless emotions of pedestrians on the road, and thus emphasizing the feeling of Archimedes running. ”

　　"You can figure it out, then what?"

　　"But when performing, I don't know if the lighting team was careless or deliberate, they actually used searchlights to illuminate the important parts of Archimedes."

　　"It's terrible, it's blatantly obscene." Nomura said with a smile.

　　"It's just for a moment. Whether it was lucky or bad, sitting at the front of the stage was just Miyuki's vote, and Miyuki's eyes just fell on Archimedes, so it was clear. They coaxed Miyuki to tell the truth afterwards, and although Miyuki kept saying she didn't see it, she blushed like that, and I think she must have seen it. ”

　　Naito took a breath and continued:

　　"Regarding Miyuki's association with Archimedes, I just want to get that." After saying that, Hang Er Lang looked at Fujita.

　　Fujita asked with a wry smile:

　　"Who played Archimedes?" You? ”

　　"How is that possible? With a thin figure like mine, how dare I stand in front of everyone and look ugly? It's Liu Sheng. ”

　　"Liu Sheng again?" Fujita and Nomura cried out softly.

　　"Alas!" After Naito walked away, Nomura sighed heavily. "Either the female student is pregnant, or the male student is stripping... Fujita Sensei, have you been like this for high school students lately? ”

　　"We can't generalize." Fujita retorted with some embarrassment.

　　"I myself have a son who is in high school and my daughter who is studying for the third year of the country, and after listening to what I just said, I couldn't help but take a breath. What do kids think about sex today? This has nothing to do with the investigation of the case, please ask the teacher to tell me from a private standpoint. Nomura asked seriously.

　　"You said that, and I don't know how to say it. By the way, the psychology classroom at Kyoto Ryukoku University did a questionnaire survey in July, and maybe the results are for your reference. With that, Fujita began to flip through his notepad.

　　"This is a survey of 683 private high school students and 238 girls in Kyoto, 132 fathers and 143 mothers of these children. According to the results of the questionnaire, 27.7 per cent of boys and 3.4 per cent of girls had sexual experience. ”

　　"Boys actually account for more than a quarter? It's unbelievable. Nomura thought of his son's childish face, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt that his son should belong to the remaining three-quarters.

　　In addition, the questionnaire asked parents whether they thought their children might have had sexual experience, and none of the two hundred and seventy-five people thought so. From here, it is known that, in fact, what the children do, the parents are kept in the dark. ”

　　Nomura suddenly felt uneasy, and he couldn't figure out that the little boy in the family was also one of a quarter.

　　"Although inexperienced, sixty-one percent of boys and thirty-four percent of girls think it is harmless to have a relationship." And there are more people with experience in caressing, there are..."

　　"Don't say it again." The headmaster suddenly roared in anger. "What's the point of saying so many useless things?"

　　"I just read out the statistics..."

　　"I'm just saying those statistics don't work. I don't care what happens to the students at other schools, at least the students in our school don't do that kind of unruly thing. ”

　　Isn't that the same as parents who don't know what their children are doing? Although Fujita thought so in his heart, he did not dare to explain. However, the headmaster was sensitive to Fujita's thoughts and defended:

　　"I'm not questioning the veracity of this questionnaire, the point is that the students at our school are not like that. Originally, our school's educational policy was..."

　　Nomura hurriedly waved his hand to stop the principal, after all, listening to the principal explain that the school's education side did not help at all in handling the case.

　　"Fujita-sensei, thank you so much for today, and I think if I listen to you again, I'm afraid I'll be scared when I go home and see my children, so today we say goodbye."

　　Otsuka stood up with a straight face and held his stomach in anger at the whole process of handling the case loosely.

　　"Next..." Walking out of the school gate, Nomura stretched out a big waist and said, "Anyway, along the way, let's go to Shibamoto's house." It seems that this case has something to do with Miyuki. ”

　　"Or, otherwise it wouldn't be good to go back empty-handed." There was no result to report to Otsuka, who had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

　　Walk through the colorful shopping streets, skirt a small high hill and turn into a residential area. Another hill is crossed and the venue of the Universal Exposition is just around the corner.

　　"The English proverb says 'home is the castle', and seeing such a house makes people have to agree with this statement. No matter which family here, they have erected a high wall on the land covering more than 200 tsubo, which is like a small castle. Nomura looked at the stone walls lined with large stones on both sides of the street and couldn't help but feel it.

　　Nomura lives in a 40-year-old courtyard on the south side of Toyonaka City, with no doors or walls, and a small factory about 50 meters ahead, unscrupulously discharging coffee-colored wastewater.

　　He did not know how to describe the quality of the workers in the factory, but his children had learned a few foul words that workers often said. She always said that she did not dare to expect to marry a famous family, but if the other party did not have a single-family house in the residential area of Toyonaka City, she would never marry, and said to Nomura with an unbelievable face: How can anyone be willing to marry into this miscellaneous courtyard?

　　"Is it here?" Otsuka's voice pulled Nomura back to reality. "Do you want to go inside and have a look?"

　　Nomura shook his head and said:

　　"Let's go see Dr. Arita, who operated on Miyuki." There will always be some partiality and exaggeration in asking family members.

　　It only took less than ten minutes to walk to arita Obstetrics and Gynecology.

　　"If you only bring your health insurance card and registration fee, you really don't have the courage to go in and see a doctor." Nomura and Otsuka looked at the hospital and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. This gorgeous white three-storey hospital is conspicuous even in a luxurious residential area.

　　"And two men together, even more unable to go in." Otsuka also seemed to be a little cowering.

　　"How's it going? Although it is not directly related to our work, let's go inside and have a look. ”

　　One day, after receiving the business card, he asked the visitor uneasily what was going on. Doctors, especially obstetricians and gynecologists, are a word-of-mouth profession, and any strange rumors or negative criticisms that accidentally spread out will make patients stop. And the police are arguably the most respectable figures.

　　As soon as Miyuki Shibamoto was mentioned, Arita went through the medical records.

　　"I heard that the abortion surgery did not go very well." Nomura did not dare to say "failure" directly, and carefully considered the words, but when he heard this, Dr. Arita immediately pulled down his face.

　　"How can it not go well? Who is talking nonsense? There were no problems at all with the surgery. ”

　　"But," Said Nomura, avoiding Arita's agitated tone, "Miyuki is dead, isn't she?" ”

　　"Yes, the patient died shortly after the operation, but it was not because the operation failed. I also made it very clear to the patient's father that the patient was conceived in the fallopian tubes. ”

　　Suddenly hearing an unfamiliar noun, Nomura couldn't understand it for a moment, just "Huh? With a loud cry, he opened his mouth slightly and remained silent. Then, Arita began to explain with a disdainful expression on the face of a layman.

　　In general, eggs fertilized in the fallopian tubes will implant in the uterus and develop into a fetus. However, if the fertilized egg encounters a part of the narrow fallopian tube on the way to the uterus implantation, it is also possible that the fertilized egg implants in this place and begins to grow. However, because the fallopian tubes are relatively thin, they will rupture in the first or second months of pregnancy because of swelling to the limit, and at this time, there will be bleeding in the abdominal cavity of 1,500 to 2,000 CC, resulting in the death of the patient.

　　"In other words, she is ectopic." Arita glared at Nomura as if to say, "At least I should have heard of it." Before the rupture of the fallopian tubes, it is difficult to detect the ectopic pregnancy, and nomura has this knowledge, so he can understand why he is angry.

　　"I see. I'm sorry, but we shouldn't listen to rumors that we don't have credentials. But can I ask you one thing? ”

　　Arita didn't know if he was angry or how, and didn't answer, and Nomura continued unimpressedly:

　　"How much credibility does what is said in anesthesia, that is, dreams?"

　　"It depends on the degree of anesthesia and the patient's own physical condition, so it can't be generalized." Arita's answer made Nomura unable to ask any further questions, so he had to leave in a sad resignation.

　　"I should have figured it out beforehand and then went." With that in his mouth, Nomura didn't have a look of regret.

　　"Let's go for a while, I want to sort my thoughts."

　　It takes only twenty minutes to walk back to the police station from here, and the autumn sun still has some afterglow, which is the most suitable time for a walk.

　　"I always think there's something wrong..." Nomura said as he walked. Otsuka didn't even ask, just silently cooperated with Nomura's footsteps. Because Nomura is accustomed to sorting out his thoughts by asking himself and answering, if he answers or gives opinions at this time, it will only hinder Nomura's thinking. This is very clear to Otsuka, who has been with Nomura for more than a year, so no matter what Nomura says, he just needs to nod his head nonchalantly.

　　The first suspicious point was that Miyuki had never said who had made her pregnant. Even if Archimedes were Yanagi, it may not be that Yanagi gave birth to Miyuki, and the credibility of the dream is limited.

　　In addition, there is no clue to Naito's poisoned murderer. In other words, neither of the victims— who treated Miyuki as a victim, though not necessarily appropriate— said who the killer was. If you don't know, it's enough, but I always feel that something is wrong.

　　Second, whether the two cases are related or unrelated, there is no way to judge at the moment, and both are possible. I think Naito must have a problem, otherwise he wouldn't have said that Miyuki was pregnant for no reason when we asked about the poisoning case, which had nothing to do with the case. Why would he associate two things together?

　　And Liu Sheng. He is both the protagonist of Miyuki's anesthesia and the protagonist of the poisoning incident, so basically he can be said to be the connection point between the two events. But that alone is a little too weak. What is the connection between a person who poisons inside a bento and Miyuki? Also, what reason did Liu Sheng have to eat that bento? If these doubts cannot be solved, it cannot be said that Liu Sheng is the key to the two events..."

Chapter III: The Disappearance of Youth

After a week in the hospital, Liu Shenglongbao was really bored to the extreme. His young and strong physique made his poisoning symptoms lessen on the fourth day and enter the final stage of recuperation. Although the doctor instructed that he could already be discharged, Long Bao continued to stay in the hospital on the grounds of safety. In fact, the real reason is that I can't go home and calm down. Ryoho's widowed mother has been a life insurance salesman for generations, and her sister Mishako works at the Osaka Trading Company, and the two share the family's share, so no one can take leave to take care of Takaho, and when they return home, the first problem is that they must take care of their own lunch. Moreover, even if you are not at home, you still have to deal with the salesmen, the directions, and the people who charge at home, and they can't rest well, so after the three people discussed, they decided to let Longbao stay in the hospital for a full week.

　　"It's amazing today, it's Friday the thirteenth." Generations said while cutting apples. Apple juice again? Long Bao looked at the generations wearily. This was a condolence gift from the class, because three days ago I heard that Long bao could drink apple juice, so I immediately sent a box over. Although the heart is grateful, there are too many of them. No matter how the juice is beaten, the amount of apples has not decreased, and even if the visitors are allowed to eat separately, there are still more than half a box of apples left. Ronpo felt as if he had been attacked by apple juice.

　　"Who now believes in the superstition of Friday the Thirteenth?" Long Bao did not answer angrily. At the same time, he muttered in his heart that the beneficial diseases of apple juice were also a kind of superstition.

　　"That's right. However, this superstition can be used very well when pulling insurance. I just have to tell the other person: car accidents are unpredictable, and it is said that especially on Black Friday, the frequency of occurrence is particularly high. On the way over, I saw two small passenger cars colliding head-on, and a family of three was like this... The policy is settled all at once. ”

　　Generations have worked hard to squeeze out a cheerful smile. For Longbao's poisoning, she believes that she is too busy to bring a bento for Longbao, so she more or less blames herself. However, the most regrettable thing is that there is still no way to find a way to poison, Ryoho always says that eating Naito's bento is just accidental, and for Naito who came to visit the sick several times, it is also a conversation without mustard, which makes generations very unsightly.

　　"Although it is useless to blame Naito, and I have no position to blame him, Naito should not, saying that you are his substitute ghost, at least he should also express it." Generations of whining were out of control. Every time she did this, Takaho would shake his head in a tone that was more displeased than generations, saying that Naito was also a victim, and generations would not be willing to show weakness to Takaho: "You are the victim." This only makes Long Bao want to avoid this topic even more.

　　"Long Bao's age is like this, for him, friends are the most important." Children of this age, friendship is more important than life. ”

　　Misako tried to ease the discontent of generations, and generations had a disapproving expression.

　　Despite all kinds of displeasure, on the day of discharge, the mood of several generations is still quite cheerful. She put the apple juice on the table and said, "In the afternoon I will come with Mishako to clean up my things, we will call the car to pick you up at five o'clock, you don't have to bring anything to go home first, and we will have a good dinner together." ”

　　She quickly retouched her makeup and continued:

　　"I'll go for a few more runs, and it's rare to have a Black Friday, so it's a shame not to take advantage of it."

　　She opened the door in a panic, but remembered something again, and turned back and said, "Your autumn tour began on the twenty-fifth, right?" ”

　　"Yeah. On the twenty-fifth day, we went to go to Shikoku Island for a week. ”

　　"How's it going? Have you been able to go? ”

　　"Absolutely. The doctor also said that it was no problem. ”

　　"That's great, I've been thinking about it, and I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

　　"Seriously, I'm more worried about not being able to travel in the fall than with exams."

　　"You kid really is. But it's okay. Looking at this look, I also went well. ”

　　"You're going too?" Where to go? ”

　　"It is the branch that wants to hold the autumn sports meeting in the hot springs of Hokuriku, and depart on the same day as your autumn tour, take the night train, and come back at noon on the twenty-seventh, but I have already told people that I will not go..."

　　"Go for it. You don't have to worry about me. ”

　　"That said, I'll go."

　　It took several generations to go, and Misako came in like a shift probe.

　　"Does it matter if you're on a seesaw?"

　　"It's okay." Misako said, "It's because... He said he wanted to come and see you..."

　　"Who is he?" Oh, is it Kamei? ”

　　"Well, can I?"

　　"What's not to like, isn't he already here?" So what else is there to say. ”

　　"How do you say that? People are kind enough to come and see you. ”

　　"I don't appreciate it."

　　The door opened hesitantly, and a young probe with rimless glasses came in.

　　Long Bao looked at the wall and ignored it, he didn't want to see the face that was too white. Ryuho is not jealous of his upright features, nor is he rejected because he is the object of his sister Misako's love. He also had no intention of blaming Kamei for having a wife who had been married for three years and a two-year-old child, but continued to associate with Mishako. Mishako knew that he had a wife and volunteered to talk to him about love, and Takaho had something to say.

　　Still, Ronbo just hated him. Misako had also asked why, but Ryoho couldn't tell where this disgust came from. Since it could not be explained, it had to be prevaricated with the innate collision with him.

　　When Mishako joined the company, she was assigned to the Shu affairs class, where Kamai served as the leader of the group, and when he learned that Mishako's younger brother was attending Toyono High School like himself, he quickly overthrew her. For Misako, who has just arrived in a new environment and is full of uneasiness in her heart, Kamei is a reliable boss, coupled with the friendship with her brother' predecessors, she naturally feels much more at ease, so she naturally begins to rely on Kamei. This dependence, seen in Kamei's eyes, became a feminine charm, and thus attracted. But a copper plate will not ring, and a relationship will occur between the two, but it may not all be Kamei's fault. Knowing that Kamai had a wife, Mishako began to associate with Kamai only half a year after she joined the company.

　　Both men were quite cautious in their words and deeds in the office, so although there were some rumors, everyone had heard them. However, the concealment of heaven and earth can not hide the eyes of generations, mother and daughter constantly clash with each other, the mother does not allow the daughter to be so promiscuous, but the daughter believes that love has no routine to follow, and they cannot compromise with each other. Kamai is caught in the middle of generations of accusations, and Mishako is content with the status quo and refuses to break up, but constantly says that she will definitely come up with a satisfactory solution.

　　A year later, things are still the same. The conflict between the three men weakened, maintaining a semblance of peace. And this peaceful relationship may be because extramarital affairs are no longer so criticized by the world.

　　What Mishako cares about most is Longbao's attitude. At first, Takaho even had a crush on Kamei, not only treating Kamei as a senior, but also seeing him as his brother and happy to be close to him. However, since half a year ago, Longbao's attitude has become one hundred and eighty degrees bent. Although Kamai just laughed and regarded this situation as the second period of rebellion of high school students, Mishako did not think so. Takaho and Misako are still very close, and sometimes sympathize with Misako's unspeakable love, but Takaho makes no secret of his dislike for Kamei.

　　It's just a reaction to adolescence, and when he grows up a little longer, he will understand us... Kamei always comforts Misako in this way, maintaining a casual attitude towards Takaho. However, after hearing the news of Takaho's poisoning, Kamai did a good job of aftercare for the generations of confused generations and Mishako. Moreover, he also deliberately avoided irritating Long Bao, and did not appear until Long Bao was discharged from the hospital.

　　"I have a new evaluation of him on this point." Even generations have said to Misako. She said that the value of men lies in being measured, and whether or not a correct judgment can be made in extraordinary times can see a man's sincerity. Even said that the next thing is to see if he wants to abandon his wife and accommodate Mishazi, or to leave Mishazi to return to the family, which will be his biggest choice. Mishako ignored the passage of passage a few generations later, and she did not want to repeat the old controversy.

　　"Are you ready to be discharged?" If there's anything I need help with..." Kamei said to Takaho with a smile on his face.

　　"No, it's all done." For Takaho did not give Kamei a good look, Mishako frowned, trying to ease the atmosphere, but Kamai looked around the ward in disbelief and said to Mishako:

　　"These things can still be carried by the car, do you want me to help you carry them home?"

　　Unbeknownst to Kamei, or deliberately ignoring it, He casually deals with Takaho with an attitude towards children, causing Takaho's unhappiness to explode into an almost hateful anger.

　　The door opened suddenly, and Naito walked in, supposedly on his way home from school, and he threw his bag on the bed and asked Takaho, "When are you coming to school?" ”

　　Naito did not greet Mishako or Kamai. Although Misako was visibly displeased, Naito didn't think so. He believes that he came to see Takaho, neither Mishako nor Kamei, and whether they stay in the ward or not has nothing to do with him.

　　"It's going to be next week."

　　"What about exams?"

　　"Of course, I have to take the exam, but I don't take the exam but go on an autumn tour, which is always not funny." Long Bao's tone of voice when he said this did not feel embarrassed at all.

　　"And even if the test is not good, I think the teacher will give a little sympathy score to a greater or lesser extent."

　　"It turns out that you want to get sympathy scores, that is really bad for me, and the sympathy scores that you can't give you are all deducted from my side."

　　"That's right, who told me I was poisoned by eating your bento?" As they spoke, the two laughed together. The laughter was Misako's incomprehensible, angry laughter. Kamei on the side only smiled bitterly.

　　"How's the school doing after that?"

　　"After that, it's hard to say a word." Naito stared at Kamai and Misako unabashedly, as if to drive away the extra people. However, Kamei is the presence of the old god, and his attitude is like saying: I came first, if it is not convenient for me to be here, then you will find time to come over. Looking at the two of them facing each other, Long Bao slightly moved the corners of his mouth and smiled. Although it is a very subtle emotional reaction, the interaction between people is quite interesting in the eyes of third parties.

　　"It doesn't matter, just say it. It has nothing to do with them anyway, and it won't matter if they hear it. Takaho said with a defiant tone, ignoring Kamei's presence.

　　"Tiaozi came to the school to ask Higashi, and the headmaster and Fujita were almost defeated. Everyone treats it as if they are watching a good play, and the news is passed around, but it is unexpected, and these strips are really inefficient in doing things, as if they have no clue. Now I only know that pesticides are in the bento when I am in chemistry class, but it is completely impossible to find out who poisoned them. ”

　　"How would they know?"

　　"That being said, even our students themselves don't know, what can they know?" The two looked at each other again and laughed.

　　"You seem to be glad you didn't catch the murderer." Kamei seemed to want to join the conversation, interjecting without leaving a trace.

　　"What if you get caught?"

　　"That's it. If I catch someone, won't my stomach hurt? Not to mention that the medical expenses are also paid by insurance. ”

　　Kamei said softly to Misako with a look that he said the same thing:

　　"Looks like we're superfluous here, let's go out."

　　After the two of them walked away, Naito sat down by the bed.

　　"Is he the Don Quixote?"

　　"He deserves it too!" It's just a sex ghost. My sister said that to put it bluntly, she only needed a man's, but she didn't expect that the estrus period was quite long, and one hair was a year and a half. Takaho said dismissively, then asked, "By the way, I heard that the strip seems to be investigating the relationship between this matter and Shibata Miyuki." ”

　　"Wasted effort. They can't find it. It's just that the old man in Chai Ben is quite troublesome, and he is suspicious of me. Not only that, but I also came across a fake note. ”

　　"Don't let me see that fake note, or I'll give him some color to see."

　　"Forget it. He was fake anyway, and there was nothing to be afraid of. We just have to talk to him, and if he's really too difficult, we'll just hand him over to the real man named Nomura. ”

　　"There's no need to help the strips."

　　"So just leave it alone." Anyway, when I came across the fake strip, I pretended to be a non-committal, and he didn't know that his fox tail had long been exposed, and there was still a fox fake tiger. I answered a few random words, and he looked thoughtful, like a farce, really laughing to death. ”

　　"What is he looking for?"

　　"He wanted to know who made Miyuki's belly bigger."

　　"Why?"

　　"I don't know, I don't know if he's trying to blackmail, he looks like that kind of person."

　　"Oh? If that's all there is to it, there shouldn't be any problem..." Long Bao tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

　　The nurse probed in and told Longbao that the car had arrived.

　　"Come home with me, you'll be fine when you go home anyway, we'll go racing on the track of the World Expo, at least it will be a little better."

　　The phone rings, and it is the special line on the president's desk.

　　"It's me." Kenjiro put down the document he was looking at and picked up the phone. This number is known only to specific people, so only acquaintances or people with special relationships will call. Confidential conversations with customers, financial institutions, and local politicians are also conducted using this dedicated line. There is a lot of action under the table in the construction industry, but it is impossible to resist leaking the conversation through the switchboard.

　　"What? Oh, it's you. Well? How does this work? People like you coming out of my company will affect my credibility. To my house? Are you kidding. Why should I let you step into my door? Well, well, six o'clock, right? I'll pass. ”

　　Hanging up the phone, Kenjiro opened the drawer. In the photo, Miyuki is smiling at him, which is a photo taken on the day of Entering Fengneng High School, and the placket of the sailor suit is white and flawless. Kenjiro closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then closed the drawer.

　　At exactly six o'clock, Kenjiro walked out of the office. Shibamoto's office is not far from the station, so Kenjiro did not ask the driver to drive and walked to the station by himself. After getting into a mobile taxi, Kenjiro asked the driver to drive to Shonai-cho. Shonouchi is a new downtown area developed in the south of Toyonaka City. Poorly planned shops, small houses, and two-story buildings known as cultural houses filled the area, forming a precursor to a dense metropolis.

　　Kenjiro got off the train in front of Shonai Station. The roads in this area are narrow and dense, and even taxi drivers are far away, if they accidentally drive into a dead alley, I am afraid that they will be stuck on the spot and will not be able to retreat.

　　Turning a few alleys, there is a corner where a few not-so-clean restaurants are gathered. Kenjiro opened the door of one of the shops, and suddenly a suffocating air came to his nose.

　　Sitting at the door, two workers dressed as guests looked at Kenjiro, whose clothes did not match the store's, and involuntarily shrank up.

　　"Oh, President Shibamoto, I didn't expect you to come to the shop..."

　　Kenjiro ignored the enthusiasm of the shopkeeper and asked, "Is he here?" ”

　　The shopkeeper nodded, and Kenjiro had already stepped up the steep staircase. Upstairs, in the three tatami-sized spaces, sits Yoshino with his head shrunken. On the low table, the bottle and the cold octopus did not move, which seemed to be Fangye's way of paying respect.

　　"Say it." After sitting cross-legged, Shibamoto said with his chin raised. Yoshino hurriedly picked up the bottle, but was rejected by Kenjiro's unkind waving.

　　"Have you investigated any of the opposition?"

　　"Well, I've roughly checked it."

　　"How's it going?"

　　"Well..." Yoshino scratched his head and continued, "What do you mean by that?" Your wind rating does not seem to be very good, and people do not regard you as a person at all. ”

　　"These people are like this, they get cheap and sell well."

　　"It's all the sour grape psychology of the poor people's families, and they can't see the good of others."

　　"That's right, and then what?"

　　"I checked, and although these people are bad, they are all people who can't do big things, either the low-paid class or the small business people, and this kind of person will only put an afterthought behind his back and tell him to do something, I believe he doesn't have the guts." Like I was just asking questions, I was already scared of them. Fangye danced triumphantly.

　　"Don't be self-defeating. These people are not easy to mess with when they gather. ”

　　"I know, if they dare to mess around, leave it to me." Originally, this was the case, even if these people ate the bear's heart and leopard bile, they did not dare to do anything to the big lady. ”

　　"Chairman of the Opposition Movement, what about the man with the surname Nan?"

　　"He's a fifty-five-year-old man, and he has the strength to do that kind of thing again."

　　"Doesn't he have a son?"

　　"Not a soft-footed office worker yet. There is no need to mention you at all, he just saw me, he was already scared and pale, I guess he ate a lot of your suffering..."

　　"Probably. We came in from their company, and I once complained to the president about the boy with the surname Nan, and as a result, he was repaired fiercely the same day, and the next day, I didn't see him in the negotiation. ”

　　"You're a great trick."

　　"That's what people get paid. Posing outside, he looks like a pug to his boss. If he had a bit of a backbone, would he still be called by others like this? ”

　　"There are thorns in your words..." Yoshino patted his forehead and made a displeased expression.

　　"Of course you're different. You are clearly contracting the work of the funeral society, and secretly doing a lot of bad things. You don't say I've found out. The ceremonial society is an industry that helps people ascend to heaven and become Buddhas, and as a result, you actually do everything possible to expose people's scars, and you also use this as a handle to intimidate and extort, and you don't know that doing so will hurt Yin Morality, which is basically a fly that sees dead flesh. Kenjiro looked directly at Yoshino as if he were looking at the filth.

　　"Don't say I, you are not trying to make money, even depriving people of the right to enjoy the sun, this business is not very clean." Speaking of which, it's like a wild dog in the mountains devouring and stripping its prey alive... Oops, that's not what I'm talking about, it's a quote from the opposition. Not to be outdone, Fang Ye pushed back.

　　"I'm in legitimate business, how can I be confused with those faceless guys?" Don't you know, in business, I have a little friendship with the police. Without saying this, what happened to those little devils? Kenjiro cut to the chase. Since he wanted to use Yoshino to run errands for himself, it was not appropriate to stimulate him too much, so Kenjiro's thoughts turned and his expression became softer.

　　"Following your instructions, I went to check their whereabouts on August 1st to 4th, and I broke my legs for this errand. When I went to a nearby neighbor for questioning, I was also treated as a suspicious person. ”

　　"Did you play the fake cop you were good at again?"

　　"The emergency is a matter of urgency. Basically the things I'm sure have..."

　　Naito stayed home all day on August 1st. At ten o'clock in the morning of the second day, I rode a motorcycle with Liu Sheng to the beach, and when I left home, I said loudly that I was going to Suma, and when I came home, it was about six o'clock in the afternoon. Because the sound of the motorcycle was too noisy, the neighbor old gentleman came to complain, so the time was clearly remembered, and there would be no mistake. From the third day onwards, I went to Nara to participate in the camping activities of the gymnastics club, so there was nothing suspicious about it.

　　Hayama Hiroyuki went to Gunma's grandmother's house from July 25th and returned on August 5th.

　　Takashi, No. 1 attends a folk song contest in Osaka, No. 2 spends his days at home, and No. 3 begins to go to Nara with Naito to participate in a gymnastics club camp.

　　What about Liu Sheng? ...... Yoshino scratched his head and said:

　　"This one is trickier. Because of the poisoning incident, whether it is his home, or school, hospital, there are police guards, not easy to approach. But what is certain is that No. 1 seems to be staying at home obediently, No. 2 carries Naito to the seashore of Suma, and No. 3 and No. 4 sometimes show their faces at school and sometimes stay at home. He was also seen at a nearby small steel ball shop, so it didn't look like he had ever been out of the door. ”

　　"Hmm." Kenjiro repeated the contents of the manual once and thoughtfully said:

　　"It's very suspicious to get to Suma, after all, once the motorcycle accelerates, Suma or Lake Biwa is not much different at all."

　　"You mean the two of them..."

　　"It should be one of them."

　　"It could also be gang rape." Fang Ye said with a crooked mouth.

　　"Bastards! Miyuki is clean, she is as pure as a baby, do you think that when something so serious happens, can she still play with her classmates for two days? And..." Kenjiro closed the manual and said:

　　"You find a trip to Lake Biwa one day." Ask the owner of the homestay to check whether anyone went to the homestay to find Miyuki on the second day. Also, ask if they've ever seen a boy like Naito or Yanagi. ”

　　"Of course, I have no reason not to go when you told me to go, but what can I ask about what happened so long ago?"

　　Kenjiro reluctantly threw twenty thousand yuan on the low table, and Yoshino held out his hand to look at the money.

　　"Just when you're a guest, look closely."

　　If it is summer, of course, there is no hesitation to go, but now this morning and evening cool and refreshing season, to the beach is really worth considering, Fangye put twenty thousand yuan in the heart of the balance weighed and nodded.

　　"By the way, has Liu Sheng started school?"

　　"Well, I went to school this week. Now they're taking exams, and all of them are very well-behaved. However, I heard that I am going to visit in the autumn next week. ”

　　"Autumn tourism..." Kenjiro remembered that Miyuki had been looking forward to autumn tourism, and suddenly calmed down. When the autumn tour decided to circumnavigate shikoku for a week, shikoku's guidebook never left Miyuki's hand. She seemed very much looking forward to a trip by boat. The first sea trip from Osaka to Takamatsu in less than eight hours touched the excitement of Miyuki's outing.

　　"I wanted her to go with her." Kenjiro blurted out unconsciously. Yoshino didn't know why he was "Huh? With a loud bang.

　　"Okay, I'm leaving." Kenjiro glanced at Yoshino with disdain. Thinking that his mood to remember Miyuki was hindered by such a despicable person as Yoshino, he felt angry in his heart.

　　Throwing five thousand dollars to the shopkeeper, the two men sitting at the door widened their eyes and greeted Kenjiro.

　　"Let everyone have wine to drink, and tell them not to say that I have been here."

　　The store blinked in approval.

　　Kenjiro wanted to go straight home, but went to the station and called a taxi, then changed his mind and got off at his apartment in Ukitacho. Kenjiro asked the taxi to wait and walked into the street to the north. The apartment seemed to oppress the surroundings in the moonlit night. The brilliant lights of the windows illuminate the low eaves of the small households below, making these families look weak and sour, like the victims of this huge apartment.

　　"Don't do my business." Kenjiro muttered to himself.

　　"I am just exercising my legitimate rights according to the law. In this kind of legitimate business, I have no reason to be resented. ”

　　Kenjiro convinced himself that when he was about to go back, he suddenly threw a few bean-sized things from behind, turned around and disappeared, but vaguely heard someone shouting "Devil get out", it must be the residents who saw Kenjiro deliberately playing a prank.

　　"A bunch of bastards!"

　　Back in the car, Kenjiro spat out the window and scolded. Kenjiro still regrets that he should not have looked at the mediator and changed the sixth floor to the fourth floor and paid compensation. There was no need to make concessions to the opposition, as long as it was legal, no, even if there was a little bit of restriction, he should still build a building and let them know how powerful he was. Kenjiro couldn't help but feel remorseful.

　　"Does it really matter?" Generations of this sentence do not know how many times, Long Bao has not bothered to reply, just without saying a word buried in his suitcase.

　　"Can't eat snacks know?" Your stomach isn't all right yet. And the night..."

　　"All right, Mom. I'm not a child, but you, don't get carried away and get drunk, that ugliness is the most important thing for women. ”

　　Long Bao picked up his travel bag and turned back and said:

　　"I'm going to assemble at school at seven o'clock, and I'm leaving."

　　After sending away Long Bao and returning to the living room, the generations sat down in front of Mishako.

　　A thin twilight shrouded outside the window.

　　"I'm sorry to leave you alone today and tomorrow."

　　"It's okay, you can have fun." Mishako's voice was cheerful and brisk.

　　"I don't know if I've been on the hot springs for decades, no, I haven't been to the hot springs for decades."

　　"So you should take advantage of this opportunity." The car drives at ten o'clock, right? ”

　　"Well, I heard that it was ten o'clock from Toyonaka Station, driving all night, and arriving at Katayama Onsen the next morning. I think I must not be able to sleep, exhausted. Generations of a lack of interest.

　　Regarding her mother's indecisive attitude, Misako said with some impatience:

　　"It's all come to this time, you still say such things, you suddenly don't go, isn't it a trouble for everyone?" And didn't you have a supper at about nine o'clock with people? ”

　　"That's because I heard that getting in the car on an empty stomach would make me get motion sickness."

　　"Then you'll have to go out at half past eight, are you all ready?" Did you put the toiletries in? By the way, don't forget to bring soap, the soap in the hotel is not easy to bubble, or it is better to bring your own..."

　　"Okay, okay. Don't be so wordy, just like Long Bao said, I'm not a child, you're in such a hurry, it's as if you're driving me out of the house..."

　　"Who called you..."

　　"You seem so glad I'm going to go out."

　　Generations of this sentence with a bit of irony and blame, but also just to say the heart of the Sino-American sand. In order not to let generations notice, sand lowered its head.

　　That's right. Mishako has made an appointment with Kamei to meet at her house at nine o'clock. With her mother and brother absent, it was the perfect time to invite Kamei to the house.

　　When she learned that several generations were going on a trip on the same day as Takaho, Mishako blushed and whispered to Kamei:

　　"You can stay a little longer, it's okay to spend the night at my house... I wish I could live under the same roof as you, as a couple, even if it's just one night. ”

　　In the hotel, there is always a little helpless regret. Especially in order to hide the eyes and ears, they must go out of the hotel separately, which offsets the luscious beauty after the clouds and rains, making everything boring, and even lacks the reluctance of the men and women who sleep together and get dressed and break up the next day. This kind of meeting, which does not accompany any emotions, is rather a pain for the young Misako.

　　But tonight... Misako looked impatiently at the slowly moving clock, her mind racing.

　　- Make a cup of hot tea, beat his back for watching TV, prepare a simple side dish for him while he is bathing and warm wine, and then...

　　Even Mishako, still worried about this later imagination, shook her head violently, as if telling herself that she couldn't think wildly.

　　Then the next morning, listening to his sniffles, I quietly got up and stood in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his beloved. I don't know which great man said that this is the greatest happiness of women, and it is really not wrong at all...

　　Mishako sighed and returned to reality. Looking up at the clock, the hour hand had to go to eight o'clock.

　　"Mom, it's time to get ready to go out."

　　Misako unconsciously raised her voice. Generations of grinding and rubbing have repeatedly checked the luggage, and constantly told the doors and windows to be closed and the gas to remember to close. As the generations walked out of the gate, Mishako sighed in frustration and sat down at the entrance as if collapsing. After that, the ears were pricked up. The coolness of the floor fell to her knees, but Mishako had no intention of standing up. For a second, she wished she had seen Kamei sooner. She wanted to rush over and hug Him when Kamei opened the door. This kind of excitement is even a pity for the time to run from the room to the outside.

　　Several footnotes faded closer and farther away. Each time Mishako eagerly got up, but sat down disappointed.

　　At exactly nine o'clock, there was a knock at the door. Misaki flew down the steps and reached for the door. At the same time, the door was pulled open by the force outside, revealing Kamei's slightly uneasy face. Mishako took Kamei's hand and pulled him closer to herself, and as she leaned her face against Kamai's chest, tears fell inexplicably.

　　"You're back." Mishako's heart has always been deeply looking forward to one day being able to greet Kamei with this sentence, when she unconsciously blurts out the hidden wish in her heart.

　　Once I looked back, I suddenly realized that I was actually barefoot. For this almost crazy act, Mishako has a little shame, but even if it is a good day, the mood of wanting to experience the life of a couple overwhelms the shame, and Misako behaves recklessly and boldly. This mood also infected Kamei. He picked up Mishako, as if returning to his own home, and walked into the living room with dignity. The position of the head of the family was no better suited than the upper seat of the Japanese-style dining table, and he sat on the large cushion of that position.

　　Mishako has been letting the turtle hold it like this, she thought to herself, anyway, tonight the two are husband and wife, and any deliberate etiquette or greeting can be from Jane. Closing her eyes, Kamai's lips rudely kissed Misako, and Misako felt that this was the greeting between husband and wife, changing clothes, serving tea, and the order in which she had just been immersed in it, all of which were not needed in front of her. Only then did Mishako realize that it was because she was not a husband and wife that she would have that kind of thought.

　　Kamei suddenly let go of the arm holding Mishako, causing Mishako's hips to rest on Kamei's thick knees, her body bent into a bow shape, her feet and head touching the tatami mat, and she was a little sad because she had difficulty breathing. Before she could struggle, her kimono had been peeled off, and Kamai's face was pressing against the center of Mishako's body.

　　Gritting his teeth to suppress the sound, the belt stuck in the back bent into a bow shape and increased the pain, the blood rushed to the head to accelerate the speed of the pulse beating, but the more painful, the greater the relative pleasure. Finally, a fierce wind rolled through Mishako's body through her back, stiffening her limbs, and her body with her hips as a support point seemed to float in mid-air, accompanied by a trance.

　　Kamei raised her head fiercely, and Mishako, who was intoxicated by it, opened her eyes as her dream was interrupted. Directly above, the white light of the fluorescent lamp is dazzlingly bright.

　　"Someone is knocking on the door..." Kamei said with his ears pricked up.

　　"How come? Who will it be at this time? ”

　　Kamei "hissed" to stop mishako from panting. "It's like calling your name."

　　Before Kamai could finish speaking, the cry sounded again, "Mishako, Mishako, it's me, hurry up and open the door!" ”

　　Misako reflexively jumped up while turning on the SWITCH of the TV, and the TV played a familiar song.

　　"Get inside the attic, quick!" Mishako dressed up while whispering to Kamai. Kamei nodded and walked over to the next room and opened the corner compartment door. The narrow staircase hidden behind this door is the passage to the attic on the second floor, which is very dark because there is no electric light.

　　"Don't make a sound for a while, I'll find a way." Mishako made sure Kamei bent down and climbed the stairs before closing the compartment door and turning to the porch.

　　"Mom, is that you?" Misako deliberately feigned an uncertain tone.

　　"It's me." What's going on? I've been barking for a long time. ”

　　"What's wrong with you, suddenly running home?"

　　"Okay, hurry up and open the door."

　　"I was just watching TV and didn't hear you calling for the door."

　　Misako adjusted her breathing and opened the lock on the door. Generations walked in almost with a roll, and as soon as they entered the door, they sat down with their butts.

　　"What's wrong? Does it matter? ”

　　"I also said that I was just about to eat the noodles of the supper, and my stomach suddenly hurt, and I really couldn't help it..."

　　"How can this happen all of a sudden? Anyway, you get up first and don't sit there and ruin good clothes that are rare to wear. ”

　　"Help me, it's a relief to get home." Sorry, I went to the bathroom first. ”

　　Mishako had wanted to use the time spent on the toilet for generations to let Kamei escape, but there was not enough time. Go to the attic inside called Kamai, wait for Kamui to come down the stairs through the entrance, let alone three minutes, get it bad, and let Kamui keep up with the generations that came out of the toilet. Then again, as soon as a few generations go back to the bedroom and fall asleep, everything is finished, because the staircase leading to the attic is just in the corner of the generations' bedrooms.

　　If you let the generations know that Kamai is coming, then it will be okay, Mishako has her own consciousness in her heart. Anyway, Long Bao seemed to know a little bit, just enough to simply make things clear. However, bringing a man back while his mother and brother were not at home was not good for Mishako or Kamei. Therefore, this level must be passed by a way.

　　Before Mishako could come to a conclusion, generations walked out with a much more relaxed expression.

　　"I think I'm probably sick with a cold, and my stomach is like a special train."

　　"Really, you're not that old enough. Now what? ”

　　"What to do?"

　　"Aren't you going on a trip?"

　　"That said..."

　　"It's 9:35 a.m., the car doesn't drive until 10 o'clock, and it may be too late to catch up."

　　"But..."

　　"What a pity. It's hard to play, and the fees are paid, aren't they? ”

　　"The body is more important than the money."

　　Mishako couldn't say anything more, and in order to buy time to think, Misako kept changing TV channels, and suddenly she had a clever move and said to generations:

　　"By the way, you should let the doctor see it."

　　"No, why bother?"

　　"But if you're like Longbao, it's not bad."

　　"It's not like I've eaten anything bad, I'm just getting cold."

　　"It's always good to be careful. Now Dr. Arita should still be awake, take advantage of the fact that it is not too late, first go over and let him see, I will accompany you. ”

　　"You're surprisingly filial tonight." As he spoke, generations of people reluctantly stood up.

　　Mishako deliberately closed the door very loudly, hoping that Kamei would take advantage of the gap between them to go out and slip out smoothly, although this made Mishako a little regretful, but always escaped the disaster.

　　Walking to Arita Hospital, even with a few generations of footsteps, it takes only about ten minutes. Although the signboard reads Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital, it has been an old patient for generations. Before so many houses were built in this area, Arita Hospital also looked at internal medicine departments in addition to obstetrics and gynecology. Some of the old patients of Arita Hospital, who still have a cold and stomachache, are still here as usual.

　　Although the men are discouraged here, Arita Hospital is an indispensable family hospital for generations and Mishako, and has maintained a close relationship for a long time.

　　"This is not a big deal, I don't need anyone to accompany me, I will go to see it myself, and I will go home first after reading it." Please help me run a train station and tell the branch manager that I am not going to travel. I didn't make it clear when I first left, and if I didn't let everyone wait for me, it would be too careless to go. ”

　　"Okay." Although Mishako was worried about Kamai, she really couldn't refuse for generations.

　　"If you can, you'll be there to get everyone in the car." It's always our side that causes trouble for people..."

　　"Okay, I get it."

　　After listening to the branch manager's lengthy condolences, Mishako waved away the bus that was five minutes late, and when she trotted home, generations were already sitting in the living room watching TV.

　　"How did you come back so quickly?"

　　"It's not a big deal, just an injection and you'll be fine."

　　What kind of injections do you get in your stomach? Although Mishako wondered, she was most concerned about Kamai in the attic, so she peeked at the bedroom without a trace, not expecting that the bedding had been laid. Mishako looked back in confusion, but heard generations turn off the TV and say, "This is my filial piety to you, especially for you, let's go to bed earlier today." Exhausted. ”

　　Generations yawned greatly, moved the tea to the side, made room for a space, laid out their own bed, and the living room became the bedroom of generations.

　　Mishako lay down, holding her breath and listening, but there was no sound at all in the attic. After making sure that the generations had fallen asleep, Misako quietly opened the door to the attic and shouted softly, but did not hear back. She crept up the stairs and looked around, but there was no figure.

　　After making sure that Kamei escaped safely, Mishako returned to her room with confidence. Closing your eyes, the entanglement with Kamei just now is still vividly remembered. A tingling sensation rose in the lower body, inadvertently causing spasms in the waist. Press your palm against the center and feel warm. Unconsciously, her fingers began to move stupidly, although it was not as good as the dizzy pleasure of Fang, but Kamei's face appeared in front of her, and Mishako's breathing gradually warmed up.

　　When I see Kamei tomorrow, I must be too ashamed to face him. However, this worry was superfluous, because the next day, Kamei did not come to work as usual.

　　The passengers who disembarked and disembarked made the Banten Pier of Osaka Port aboard kansai steamboats appear chaotic. The sightseeing boat departing from Takamatsu at 19:20 arrived at the pier, and had just dropped off the passengers who were full of passengers, and the boats bound for Takamatsu at 20:30 and 40 were going to leave the port one after another, making the dock crowded with passengers. The boom in tourism, coupled with the fact that autumn is the most beautiful maple season in the small three ports where these two ships are suspended, so for the shipping company, this season is the time to make a big profit. From Benten Pier to the National Railway Ring Line Tram and Bentencho Station, which is less than a kilometer away, the chaotic situation can almost be described as crowded.

　　There is a bad phenomenon, but for the shipping company is unavoidable, that is, this year's autumn tourism, somehow, everyone is invariably keen to travel by boat. In high school, students are not satisfied with the travel arranged by the school, from the date to the itinerary, the destination, have to decide for themselves. It's nice to say that there is autonomy, and it is self-righteous to put it bluntly. Students do not consider the school's calendar to choose the time, but can also be solved through internal coordination, but choose to travel in the tourist season, it is really difficult for the school to bear. In order to confirm the day of the boat, Fujita just negotiated with the shipping company, and he did not know how much effort it took.

　　However, the students did not think anything of this kind of thing. In order to avoid excessive competition, after several meetings and discussions, it was decided to let the students wear uniforms. However, the rules for clothing do not stipulate that students cannot use colorful travel backpacks. Of course, the noise of students is even more helpless.

　　Fujita confronts the restless students and first asks them to form a team to determine their respective luggage and number of people. In this way, Fujita sat on the bench in the waiting room, and he was so tired that he couldn't help but complain to his colleagues about the tragic situation that he might be tossed around in the next few days.

　　The waiting room was extremely noisy, and an old lady sitting near Fujita was making a lot of noise because of the loss of her leather bag. In order to kill the time waiting for the ship, more than a dozen people surrounded the old lady and asked questions, but this was not out of concern, it was entirely due to the curiosity of watching the fire from the other side, in contrast, Fujita alone only occasionally moved his eyes to the past. As long as the students are not involved, they are just bystanders, because if they don't, they really can't last four days.

　　When the signal to board the ship sounded, the bell in the waiting room was pointing to eight o'clock. When Takaho was following Naito to board the ship, suddenly a student jumped in and kicked Longbao's travel bag, which unfortunately fell into a puddle. Long Bao reflexively reached out his hand, grabbed the other person's arm and said:

　　"You don't have eyes?"

　　The other party's hat is pinned with the emblem of the Toyonaka Business School, and it is not okay to give up.

　　"Plugged into the team of Fengneng High School, do you think it's so simple?" Is the travel bag for Fengneng High School students to kick casually? ”

　　Although the other party was stunned, since the opponent was a student of Fengneng High School, he certainly could not easily apologize.

　　Commercial high schools and ordinary high schools have been hostile since the old system. In particular, Fengneng High School and Fengzhong Business School are old enemies because of their geographical relationship. Conflicts are commonplace when going to and from school, and as for a dozen people gathering up to fight in groups, it has almost become an inevitable routine around the graduation ceremony every year. Not to mention the smell of gunpowder on both sides on the eve of the departure of autumn tourism.

　　The pimple-filled face of the fengzhong business school student provoked Long Bao's fighting spirit, and he pretended to take a leisurely step, and when he was about to break out and scold, the radio announced the notice to board the ship.

　　"Fengneng High School please get on the boat." Please line up in a row for one to five departures and board the boat in order. The staff will count the number of people at the gangway, please cooperate..."

　　Long Bao dismissively withdrew his lips and put on a cruel face and said:

　　"Naito, don't let him run. Hey, let's solve it on board. ”

　　Naito didn't say anything, and was about to grab the arm of the Toyonaka Business School student and walk together when he suddenly screamed. Takaho glanced at him and asked him what was wrong with his eyes, and Naito leaned into Takaho's ear and said:

　　"It's that fake note." What did he come here to do? ”

　　"Which one?"

　　Naito pointed in the direction of the ten thousand drills.

　　"Pickpocket! Don't let him run. Suddenly, a shout rose.

　　"Look at me!" With that, Long Bao was about to rush towards the crowd.

　　"No, Liu Sheng." Miyuki panicked and stopped Takaho.

　　"I'll go see what he looks like and I'll be right back." I'll follow the fifth shift on board, and my travel bag will please." Before I come back, Naito, don't let this guy run. ”

　　"Naito, how can you do this?" Miyuki whispered.

　　"The deck is counting the number of people, don't you come out with him one more?"

　　Naito and Araki looked at each other and asked whether to let go or not, and they always felt that it was too unwilling to let him go. The procession slowly advanced towards the gangway.

　　"What's your name?" Araki asked without hesitation.

　　"My surname is Kurihara, and I am in the second grade of Toyotomi." Surrounded by Toyotaka's students, Kazuyoshi Kurihara's voice trembled slightly.

　　"Do Fengshang also travel?"

　　"Well, let's go to Shodoshima and get on the boat under Sakashi."

　　"If you're in the same boat with us, I think you'll obediently follow us."

　　After ascending the board, Naito grabbed Kurihara, held his face in the palm of his hand, and said:

　　"I'll remember you, and we'll play our separate ways, so you listen well and don't say anything more, so as not to cause a bigger commotion, understand?" After saying that, he posed as a rogue, raised his chin and said to Kurihara, "Roll." ”

　　Naito was very satisfied with this rogue expression that he had learned from tv, and looking at Awahara who had fled into the wilderness, he said with a cold smile: "Miyuki, Yanagi, you can help me talk, I don't want things to get bigger." ”

　　"No problem, he said wait for me on deck, I'll go check it out."

　　"Oh, how to practice honeymoon on the deck so soon."

　　The people around him also coaxed along with Naito.

　　"What's going on, jealousy or envy?" Miyuki rudely threw her travel bag at Araki.

　　"This is Liu Sheng, leave him a seat to sleep."

　　The whistle of departure sounded.

　　Fujita returned to the cabin and opened the notepad.

　　——On October 25 (Wednesday) at 8:30 p.m., depart from Bentian Pier on time. Nothing out of the ordinary.

　　After writing, he lay down on the bed, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and took the whiskey bottle from the bag. He really needed sleep, even with the help of alcohol, because he could not slack off for the next four days.

　　The Takamatsu Wharf of kansai steamboats is made of wood and is quite simple, while the dock of the National Railways Yugao Liaison Ship, which is located about 200 meters to the west, is made of white lime, which is refreshing and solid, comparing the docks of Kansai steamboats.

　　However, when the ship began to dock past the flashing green and red lights in the morning fog, the students of Fengneng High School rubbed their bloodshot eyes and raised a cheer.

　　Misty harbor, really cool. The students said the same thing. The pier is still rough a little better, more feeling. The students added.

　　The girls kept singing songs with Hong Kong characters, which lasted for about thirty minutes. Harbor, tears and morning fog. It's not the same song I sang when I was younger, and I didn't grow at all. Fujita thought so in his heart, but his mouth said loudly as if he was going to shake off sleepiness:

　　"Listen, the dock is very narrow and dangerous, so don't stay after disembarking, go out from the exit immediately, wait in line in front of the waiting room, don't finish the name, absolutely not allowed to act arbitrarily."

　　As long as all the staff arrive, the responsibility of the accompanying teacher is probably over. After twenty years as a teacher, Fujita knew his own measure, and Fujita did not bother to pay attention to incidents such as the sentimentality and drunkenness of teenagers. After making sure everyone got off the boat, Fujita was the last to get off the boat.

　　From Takamatsu Port, walk 50 meters along the road due south and pass by Kuribayashi Park, one of the three famous gardens. The northern side of Kuribayashi Park is regarded as the entrance gate of Takamatsu City, but it seems a little deserted, and it is not known whether it is the homesickness of leaving the mainland and coming to the island, or the farmhouse atmosphere caused by the famous shops who have done their best to paint their signs colorful.

　　The students looked at their surroundings in amazement, but Fujita had no intention of ignoring these emotions.

　　"Hurry up and make sure the familiar faces on the left and right have arrived."

　　"The most familiar face is your face, and I want to throw up when I see it." Someone in the team spoke ill of him, but Fujita didn't think so. Children and lunatics do not need to be ignored, which is also one of the wisdom of life accumulated by Fujita's many years of teaching.

　　"Liu Sheng is not there." I don't know who said that.

　　"What? Who do you say isn't there? Although there was no need to pay attention to children, Fujita immediately reacted to this sentence, which was also due to professional instincts.

　　"Liu Sheng is here." Miyuki looked at Fujita's puzzled expression and shouted as she spoke:

　　"Hurry up, Liu Sheng, how did you go to the bathroom for so long?" The students burst into laughter, and Liu Sheng's tall figure walked out of the waiting room as if answering these laughter, and waved to everyone.

　　——Arrived at Takamatsu Port on time at 4:20 a.m. on Thursday, October 26. At 4:30, I went ashore and roll called, and everything was normal.

　　Fujita wrote this in his notepad.

　　The students took a sightseeing bus to Yajima Island. No matter how unfamiliar with Japanese history students, as soon as they heard that this was the ancient battlefield of the Battle of Genpei, they couldn't help but stretch their necks to listen to the tour guide's explanation.

　　"Did the Light Source Clan also fight here?" Hearing this sudden question, Fujita's eyes widened.

　　"It should be true, but we don't know the details." The tour guide replied with a relaxed attitude, and although Fujita felt that the bull's head was not right for the horse's mouth, he did not bother to explain.

　　The beauty of Kuribayashi Park, as well as the history of Water Castle and Tamazao Castle, are not related to students. Hearing about Takamatsu Castle, the students at most from Toyotomi Hideyoshi relied on water and food to conquer Takamatsu Castle, thinking that they were hungry, of course, do not expect them to know that Takamatsu Castle and Takamatsu City Castle are two castles that are completely different.

　　Although the students are not keen on history, they also know that the Jiro Nagato family in Shimizu Port is a well-known figure in history, so when the bus arrives in Tsukihei Town and comes to visit Jiro Naga in front of the stone steps of the Golden Dagger Biro Shrine, it still causes a lot of commotion. Later, when they arrive at Takamatsu's inn, the students, in addition to being hungry, must also confront Zhou Gong.

　　Fujita opens Notepad.

　　——At 6:00 p.m. on the 26th (Thursday), we arrived at the Shikokuya Inn in Takamatsu City. Everything works fine.

5

　　On the last day of October, someone at the Nishi Police Station in Hyogo's Omiya City reported a search for missing persons. The person who reported the crime was Kumiko Kamei, who lives in Nishinomiya City, and her husband, Masakazu Kamei, was reportedly missing after the 25th of this month.

　　Every day, there are many cases of running away from home, disappearing, whereabouts are unknown, etc., even if the police have the heart, they can't put too much effort into searching, but it is not indifferent, there are not so many people and funds. Unless a crime is involved, the police usually don't make much of a move in cases of running away from home.

　　Kamei's case is no exception, because even his wife, Kumiko, does not know why he disappeared or where he may go, and the police have nothing to do but ask her to notify the police as soon as she has any clues. That's kind enough.

　　The next day, November 1, Kumiko made up her mind and went to visit her husband's company. In fact, unless necessary, I really don't want the company to know that her husband is missing, because this will not only have a negative impact on the resume, but also may be punished as neglecting work. Even the day after the disappearance, when the company called home to ask why she had not come to work, Kumiko still covered up the cold and frequently apologized to the company. However, this is not the way to go.

　　Kumiko plucked up the courage to step into the company's door, and Morita, the head of the affairs department who came out to receive her, had a deep expression.

　　"Are you saying that the turtle didn't come home after saying he was going on a business trip?"

　　"Yes, he said he was going to tokyo for a business trip, the evening of the twenty-fifth, and he would not come back until the next night."

　　There was no such thing as a business trip, and what flashed morita's mind was: Will Kamei steal public funds? Unlike the sales or accounting departments, such things are not easy to happen in the general affairs class, but if the staff who are familiar with the work procedures use their crooked brains, it is not difficult to make a false account or something. As his supervisor, Morita was most afraid of such a thing, so he asked Kumiko to wait in the reception room and go into the office to talk to his confidants.

　　Morita put his subordinates' worries about endangering his wife second, and the first thing he thought of was to suspect that his subordinates had committed improper behavior. Although this disposition is impersonal, in terms of results, it is actually good. Because, there is nothing suspicious about Kamei safety.

　　Morita finally let go of a big stone in his heart. After making sure he wouldn't drag himself down, he took Kumiko to the Minister of Personnel. Fortunately, the Minister of Personnel knew the Chief of Police of the West, immediately reported the case in the name of the company, and made a personal phone call, asking the Commissioner of Police for more help. I don't know if this sentence worked, but on Saturday, the fourth day of the next two days, Oishi of the search class visited Kumiko's house.

　　Holding her three-year-old son, Kosho, Kumiko was just uneasy and could barely answer Oishi's inquiry. Dating relationships? Friends of school? Gambling or not gambling? Have you had any troubles lately? Are there any suspicious characters coming and going? Are there any problems with money? Kumiko couldn't answer any questions like that, and she realized how little she knew about her husband.

　　Obsessed with a peaceful life and not caring about the affairs around her, Kumiko felt stupid.

　　"Who is your husband closest to in the company?"

　　Oishi gave up relying on Kumiko for clues and began to ask questions. Men's private affairs are usually rather told to friends than to his wife, and Oishi believes that Kamei should be no exception.

　　"I heard that Yue Zhi from the sales department joined the company at the same time as him."

　　Oishi decides to visit Echi and asks Kumiko to accompany him, although he does not want to trouble Kumiko, but there is nothing else he can do. Watching Kumiko lead the three-year-old Xiaosheng out, Oishi couldn't help but frown, thinking that this was really dragging mud and water. However, you can't leave your three-year-old alone at home.

　　When I arrived at the company and asked the reception lady to find Yue Zhi, everyone's eyes were full of curiosity. Kumiko looked at her eyes and felt that everyone was laughing at her for letting her husband run away, and felt uncomfortable. Only Xiaosheng rarely went out with his mother, appearing particularly excited and noisy, which became more and more interested in the reception ladies.

　　With a mixture of confusion and curiosity, Yuechi takes Kumiko and the others to a nearby café.

　　"I don't have any clues..." Zhao Zhi looked at Kumiko and Oishi and said.

　　"Because we don't ask too much about each other's private lives, it's just..." he said, but he was afraid of Kumiko and swallowed.

　　"Just what?" Oishi asked unceremoniously.

　　"Until Mrs. Kamei came to the company, everyone thought that Kamai was a cold and asked for leave, only Miss Yanagi, that is, Miss Yanagi of the Shu Affairs Class, seemed to have been very worried about Kamai's whereabouts before, and came to me specifically to ask."

　　"When did that happen?"

　　"Hmmm... It was probably the twenty-eighth of last month. ”

　　"Can't you go wrong?"

　　"No, because it was a Saturday, the company only had a half-day shift, and I was stopped by her at noon to ask."

　　"What did Miss Liu Sheng ask?"

　　"She asked me what was wrong with Kamai. I said he had a cold and asked for leave, and she said it would be fine, but her expression was very confused. ”

　　Oishi mused for a moment and said:

　　"Can you please help me call out Miss Liusheng and let me meet her elsewhere?" Don't say I'm a policeman, just say I'm a classmate of Kamei's. ”

　　"What about me?" Kumiko interjected and asked.

　　"Just wait here, I think you might not be able to talk to each other."

　　"So, she is..." Seeing the angry look on Kumiko's cheeks, Oishi was surprised, even such a dull woman, still quite sensitive to her husband's misdeeds.

　　At another café, Oishi looked at Misako's stiff expression and suddenly blurted out:

　　"I've heard Kamai say about you." With this sentence, Mishako's defenses completely disintegrated.

　　"That... Just with him..."

　　Sure enough, as I expected, Oishi was even more determined in his heart. The fact that a woman will call a man by his first name is an extraordinary, at least not an ordinary one.

　　"Yeah, he told me it all, he's upset about you." Hearing these words, the last remaining defensive look suddenly softened into a soft gaze.

　　The next step is much simpler.

　　It didn't take long for Oishi to ask from Mishako about the beginning and end of Kamai's visit on the night of the twenty-fifth.

　　Although Kamai's disappearance is unsettling, Oishi feels that he has no obligation to pursue it deeply. Oishi decided that his work would end here, and the rest would only need to be reported to his superiors and let the above deal with it. Therefore, whether it is Mishako who wants to break the sand pot to the end, or Kumiko who is dissatisfied because she does not get any explanation, Oishi always prevaricates with the answer of "rest assured, there should be nothing wrong".

　　Later that afternoon, the chief of the search section of the Fengdong Middle East Police Station received contact from the Nishinomiya West Police Station, but he was not too interested in the case. The search class was usually busy, and I really didn't have the energy to pay attention to the disappearance case of an office worker having an affair with a female employee. Anyway, in less than ten days, the protagonist will automatically appear, return to the throne and bow down, and then let a farce end. The head of the section couldn't help but smile bitterly, but then suddenly remembered one thing, stopped Nomura:

　　"Hey, Nomura. Is you responsible for the pesticide poisoning case at Fengneng High School? ”

　　"Yeah, but..." Nomura replied, scratching his head.

　　"I'm not trying to urge you. If I remember correctly, the victim should be surnamed Liu Sheng, right? ”

　　"Yes."

　　"Who is that YanagiMisha?"

　　"It's the victim's sister, what's wrong?"

　　"Oh, by the way, this case will be in charge of you." But I think it should have nothing to do with the poisoning incident. ”

　　What a fall! Nomura couldn't help but mutter. Nothing good has happened since the poisoning incident. This is really not a case of accomplishment. The victim has long been cured, and the school feels that the investigation is troublesome, and even regrets that it was reckless to report the case to the police station. Even so, now it's actually sent down the investigation of missing persons...

　　"It's very strange, Liu Sheng this child will be involved, as if there is a relationship, and it seems that there is no relationship, I want to go to him again." 」 Nomura told his partner, Otsuka, who had a straight face because his work was boring.

　　When I arrived at Liu Sheng's house, I rang the electric bell but no one answered the door, pulled the doorknob, and did not move as if it was locked. Looking at his watch, Nomura couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was not until five o'clock, and several generations or Mishako were still at work, and Takashi was still in school.

　　I didn't expect to forget that there was no one in Liu Sheng's house during the day, which was really careless. The two had to walk back with their heads down. After only a minute of walking, I met generations of people wearing house clothes and dragging shopping with hand-pulled carts.

　　"You didn't go to work today?" Nomura pretended to be kind to the generations.

　　"As long as we have performance, we don't need to commute to work on time every day." Do you have anything to do today? With that, generations bent down to put away the white radish that was about to fall, and asked Nomura with his head tilted.

　　"You buy so much." Nomura is becoming more and more gracious.

　　"I usually buy a week's worth of money on vacation, after all, all three of us are outside, so I don't have time to buy vegetables."

　　"That said, we've been to the house just now, but no one seems to be home."

　　"Is it?" Several generations tilted their heads in surprise and said, "Long Bao should have returned." He must be playing the TV playing machine again, and he can't even hear the electric bell, so I immediately told him to open the door, please. With that, generations of little runs home.

　　"It's okay, don't worry, let's go together, I can ask you something by the way."

　　"But our house is a mess." Generations ran faster after dropping this sentence, and because the hand-pulled cart seemed to be quite heavy, the distance between the generations and Nomura was not too far, and when Nomura arrived, the generations were knocking on the door and shouting:

　　"Longbao, Longbao, there are guests." It is also said that if the TV is on, it is really impossible to hear it if it is not called like this, and Nomura can't help but be relieved.

　　Takaho leaned out and, when he saw Nomura, shrugged his shoulders and had a look of disapproval on his face, inviting Nomura and Otsuka into the house. Wearing jeans and a thin jogging shirt, Nomura lamented that the young man was strong and not afraid of the cold, and stepped into the threshold, but stumbled into the shopping hand-pulled cart. The weight of the hand-pulled cart made Nomura's feet feel quite painful. Such a heavy thing how the woman's family could move, he reached out to help for several generations.

　　"It seems to be quite heavy, I'll help you move to the kitchen."

　　"No more." Generations of panicked people pulled away Nomura's hand. Even if it is polite, the hand strength of several generations of rejection is too heavy, but the thought of several generations of respecting the police at this age makes Nomura feel a little happy.

　　Otsuka remained silent, dissatisfied with Nomura's authoritarian attitude.

　　After Nomura entered the door, he sat down on the low steps at the entrance of the entrance and mentioned Kamai straight to the point. Later, the corners of the eyes of the generations began to rise. She stared at Nomura, as if to reproach Nomura for not coming to her house, screaming hysterically:

　　"How is that possible? This can't happen. How could Misako do such a disgraceful thing while we weren't at home? ”

　　"But..." Otsuka interjected coldly, "It was Misako herself who said it." She said she wanted Kamei to come home, but she didn't expect someone to go missing. ”

　　Generations stared at Otsuka.

　　"No matter what Misako said, no one came to our house until I left home. And when I came back, only Misako was alone at home, and I didn't see kamai at all. ”

　　"I didn't see it either." Takaho stood, staring down at Nomura.

　　"I went on a trip to the autumn that night, and it doesn't matter who he can't come, who is missing or not, it has nothing to do with me." I'm not interested in managing it either. ”

　　Nomura remained silent for a moment, but it wasn't long before he said without concern:

　　"If it's convenient, can you let me go up to the attic where Misako hid Kamai?"

　　"No." Generations flatly refused.

　　"We have no reason to be investigated unless you have a search."

　　"No, just a reference."

　　"I don't say yes."

　　"What's the matter, Mom?" Long Bao said slowly and logically.

　　"It's so unpleasant. As if to determine what happened to the man we thought. ”

　　"People don't say that, but they just want to see the attic, so what about letting him see it?" You will be able to hide it in this way. ”

　　"Since you said so..."

　　Nomura decided that the opportunity could not be missed and immediately began to take off his shoes.

　　"Which side?" Nomura's movements were unexpectedly fast.

　　"This room, open the door in that corner, and there's a staircase in the back to the attic." Long Bao said dismissively with his chin raised. There was a bed in the center of the room, and Nomura was about to bypass the bed, but Ryuho suddenly said in a vicious and vicious way:

　　"People's good dreams are sweet, who knows that they will encounter uninteresting guests to disturb people's dreams."

　　Nomura ignored Takaho and climbed up into the attic by opening the cubicle door. The staircase was so small that it could probably only be used by one person, and Nomura thought to himself that such a small staircase should not be able to carry large items, and probed around the attic.

　　The attic beams stand out, like upside-down eaves, and are only about four and a half porches in size. Poor ventilation, musty smell choking the nose. In the dim light, small boxes in the shape of zigzags are neatly arranged with boxes of clothes.

　　"Don't mess around, we're all harvesting according to the season." Generations of unceasing shouting below.

　　No need to confirm it to know that there are no windows here. Although there is a small ventilation hole under the beam and pillar, it is only fifteen centimeters, and it is also nailed with wooden strips in the shape of a lattice, and it is impossible to enter and exit from here.

　　So... Nomura began to think. There is only one possibility, that is, Kamei took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the house, and went down the stairs and fled. What about time? Nomura thought as he retreated to the top of the stairs, and was about to descend the stairs when he heard Misako say:

　　"Ah, Misako, you..." It took generations to speak, and Nomura preempted it:

　　"You came back just in time, can you please tell me more about the night?"

　　Generations sat in the living room, their attitudes slightly changed, checking the time with Misako while reluctantly explaining. Nomura listened as he took notes, and kept confirming, "Is that right?" ”

　　Finally, he made a list of the time before and after and read it to Otsuka.

　　(1) 6:30 ... Long Bao went out.

　　(2) 8:30... Generations out.

　　(3) Nine o'clock... Kamei visits.

　　(4) Around 9:30... Generations of abdominal pain, temporary homecoming.

　　(5) At the same time... Kamei hid in the second-floor attic.

　　(6) Around 9:40... Generations, sand out again.

　　(7) Around ten o'clock... Generations returned home from Arita Hospital.

　　(8) Around 10:25... Misako returned home after dropping off the bus that separated at 10:50.

　　(9) Around 10:30... Generations in the living room, Mishako slept in the bedroom under the attic where Kamei had previously hidden.

　　(10) Around eleven o'clock... Mishako inspects the attic and does not see Kamai.

　　"In this way..." Nomura reconfirmed, "Between nine and forty and ten o'clock is the time when Kamei came out of the attic and disappeared." ”

　　"The criminal police's idea is really complicated and ridiculously wordy." Long Bao said with a mocking tone.

　　"Twenty minutes is enough." I think he must have waited for my mother and my sister to go far away, and then sneaked away when there was no one on the street. Like a sneaky mouse. ”