Chapter 13 first quarter

Less than half an hour after the manager called the police, the first patrol car arrived in front of the hotel in the dark night under heavy snow.Not long after, the siren of an ambulance came from outside the door again.A few minutes later, several patrol cars arrived and filled the hotel parking lot. The residents headed by Nahoko were all left in the lobby to wait.From the window, you can see the lights of patrol cars flickering, and a group of capable men are busy going back and forth around the hotel, but what is going on outside and what the situation is, the guests in the room have no way of knowing.As for the outline of the accident, everyone is completely inexplicable.The manager and Takase, who knew the situation in the most detail, had already gone outside to assist the police in handling the case.

Perhaps because of the endless noise outside, Nakamura and Gu Chuan, who had already gone to bed early, finally got up from the bed.Both of them were wearing pajamas with a sweatshirt over them. "What happened?" Nakamura scratched his head and asked Shibaura in a murmur.The reason why he chose to ask Shibaura for questioning was probably because only Shibaura's face was calmer among the crowd.Everyone's faces were stiff and tense except for Shibaura. Shibaura turned his head to look around, pushed the round glasses on his face, and said in a low voice, "There was an accident."

"Accident? A traffic accident?" Nakamura also lowered his voice.As soon as I hear "accident", I think of traffic accidents, probably because of the influence of urban life. Shibaura shook his head and said, "A cliff fall accident. Oki fell off the cliff behind the hotel." "Oki?" Nakamura and Gu Chuan looked at each other.From Nahoko's point of view, the two of them were confused about what expression to put on at this time.Furukawa asked Shibaura. "Then what's going on out there now?" "I don't know..." None of the people who stayed in the house knew this.Maybe it was because they sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, after that, the two of them sat down on the bench in the corner without asking any more questions.Although the atmosphere in the entire hotel is very dignified, but judging from their appearance, it seems that they also hope that they can integrate into the crowd as soon as possible.

After nearly an hour, the manager opened the entrance door and walked in. Several men followed behind him, some of them were brought into the room by Takase, and the remaining two stayed in the hall with the manager.Among the two, one was a short and fat middle-aged man with a face as red as if he had drunk wine, while the other was a burly young man with a mid-part hairstyle.From Nahoko's point of view, both of them had fierce looks on their faces. "Did you guys have a party here before?" The short and fat man put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked.His voice was so high-pitched, which was completely beyond Nahoko's expectation.The manager folded his hands on his chest and nodded.

"yes." "What time did the party start?" "Around six o'clock." "Who are there?" "Everyone here." The short and fat man pursed his lower lip and shook his index finger slightly.Then he gave a thumbs up again and pointed out the door: "Everyone here and Damu... right?" The manager blinked and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, and Oki." "When answering the question, please be more precise." "Sorry." The manager showed an impatient expression.It is estimated that he has been enduring the other party's attitude since just now.

"When did Damu leave here?" The manager did not answer the question directly, but looked at the crowd.When his eyes met Kurumi's, only Kurumi answered. "Probably around seven-thirty." After finishing speaking, she turned her head to look at Nahoko, as if she was looking for Nahoko for confirmation.Nahoko remembered that the time was about the same as she had said, so she nodded. "At that time, he said he was going out, why didn't he?" The squat man's eyes moved back and forth between Kurumi and Nahoko's faces. "They said they were going out to sober up."

Kurumi replied. "Well, was he very drunk then?" "I don't know..." Kurumi looked at Nahoko, "was he drunk at the time?" "I don't think I'm very drunk." Nahoko said firmly.At that time, there was no drunk look on Da Mu's face, on the contrary, his eyes were very stern. "That is to say, he was only slightly drunk at the time, and said he wanted to go out to calm down?" "more or less……" That's all I can answer. "Did Damu go out alone at that time?" The manager answered the question. "should be."

"Well, did anyone ever leave the hotel after Oki went out?" This question is for everyone in the hall.Everyone didn't turn their heads, they just used their eyes to seek meaning from others, but no one stood up. The manager broke the silence. "From around eight o'clock, everyone started playing chess and cards... so it should be because no one has gone out." Afterwards, the manager gave a detailed account of who was playing what.The story about Nakamura and Furukawa returning to their room around 8:30 and Nahoko watching Kurumi playing chess with the doctor's wife is also very accurate.

"I see." Rubbing his chin with his hand, the chunky man didn't seem interested in what the manager had to say.He whispered a few words to the young detective beside him, waved at the manager, and walked out of the hotel. "Where did the big wood fall from?" After the figure of the criminal policeman disappeared from her eyes, Makoto asked quickly.All eyes were on the manager. "It seems to have fallen off a stone bridge." The manager looked at Makoto with a trace of weariness, "I don't know why he went to that place..." "That bridge is really dangerous."

Jiang Bo timidly said, "Is this the second time someone has fallen from that place? It's better to dismantle it." "By the way, what are they going to do next? Manager. How long are they going to keep us here?" asked the chef.Rather than saying this question is for himself, it is better to say it is for the residents.Because of this, the manager didn't look at him, but looked at everyone in the hall. "I can't trouble everyone anymore. Please follow the previous travel plan. Please." After speaking, the manager bowed his head deeply.In fact, he shouldn't be the one to bow his head and apologize for this matter...

When Nahoko and Makoto returned to the room, the clock on the shelf had already pointed to twelve o'clock.Quiet was temporarily restored outside the hotel, and almost all the patrol cars were withdrawn.The hotel guests all returned to their rooms, and they probably breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. As soon as they entered the room, the two rushed to their respective beds.Both of them were too tired to say anything, and the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. "what do you think?" This was the first sentence Makoto said. "What do you think?" Nahoko asked. "Need to say?" Makoto took a short breath, "Do you think this was really an accident?" Nahoko turned her head to look at Makoto.Makoto rested her head on her arms and stared at the ceiling.Her breathing was a little rough. "If it wasn't an accident, what would it be?" "I don't know. Besides, what else is possible?" "Like...suicide?" Nahoko deliberately said something completely contrary to her guess.I don't know if she has seen through the thoughts in her heart long ago, or if she didn't take this idea seriously from the beginning, Zhenqin remained silent. "Then... was he murdered?" Nahoko secretly glanced at Makoto's expression.But there was no emotion on Makoto's face, she just blinked her eyes two or three times. "All the people in the hotel were in the lobby at that time." "yes." Nahoko completely turned her body towards Makoto. "So, it's impossible for him to kill him." "No, not everyone. At that time, Nakamura and Furukawa had already returned to their rooms first. After that, they slipped out of the hotel through the back door...the possibility cannot be ruled out." "You mean to say that the two of them killed Damu?" "I'm just saying it's a possibility. We don't know anything about the whole thing at the moment." "That could be an accident, too?" "Of course it's possible. But judging from Damu's impression, I always feel that it's unlikely to be an accident or suicide." On this point, Nahoko also feels the same way.Judging from Oki's impression, his motor nerves should be relatively sharp.If it is said that he stumbled and fell off the cliff because he was drunk, it will always make people feel a little unbelievable.In addition, judging from his words and deeds before his death, it seems a bit outrageous to say that he committed suicide. "Am I worrying too much?" Makoto said.Nahoko said "Maybe" in her heart.But what is the difference between all this and Gongyi's death last year? "Go to sleep." Makoto got up and stopped thinking. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."