Chapter 29 Section 27

It takes about fifteen minutes to drive to Osumi Town. This area is lined with large and grand old houses, each with a high wall, and there seems to be a garden that has been beautifully trimmed by a gardener.Mikami parked the car next to the children's park, and walked forward following the photocopied map of the residential area.The sun had already begun to set, and he naturally quickened his pace. There is a house with a tiled roof at the corner, and the stone pillars on both sides of the gate are inlaid with the number plate of "Riji".Compared with the surrounding houses, the scale is a little bigger.The thick branches of the pine trees reach out to the road, and there is a white-walled warehouse next door to the main house.The iron rolling door of the garage has been lowered, and from the perspective of width, there is space for several cars to be parked.

A son from a good family.A somewhat contemptuous emotion welled up in his heart, which made Mikami feel very unhappy.I only stayed in Kesouyan for two short years, and even less than a year in NTT.Do you resign every time you encounter unhappy things in the workplace?Even the tears shed at Yu Gong's house made people feel a little less weight before knowing the reason. Mikami sighed softly, went around to the side door and rang the bell.It is a bowl-shaped doorbell from the Taisho era or the early Showa era, and it has neither an intercom nor a monitor. Waited a bit considering the size of the building.Hear the sound of footsteps on clogs.Not long after, the wooden side door was opened, and an old woman with white hair came out.She doesn't look like a servant.Could it be Riji's mother?The old woman exuded a gloomy aura from all over her body.She looked up at Mikami in surprise, and asked very bluntly:

"Who are you?" Mikami bent down and bowed in a respectful manner. "I'm sorry to interrupt you all of a sudden. I'm Mikami from the Secretary Section of the Prefectural Police Headquarters. Is Mr. Koichiro, who used to work in Kesouyan, at home?" "what?!" Hiji's mother's eyes almost doubled in size. "You said you were from the county police? What's the matter?" "I have something to say to Mr. Koichiro face to face." "What else is there to say now? We are the ones who want to ask you something! You did such a cruel thing to my son."

"You're right to be angry." Mikami reflexively apologized first.The reason Hiji left Kesouyan was because someone did "cruel things" to him.Of course, it is also possible to blame others for your own poor resistance to stress, but in a word, Hiyoshi and his family think that they are the victims. "Am I wrong?" Riji's mother's face was full of distress and unwillingness. "My son was doing well in the communications department of NTT's computer department, but a certain case happened and he was asked by the police to help. Because he knew that the police were too ignorant in this regard, he wanted to contribute his own strength and changed Work. I didn't expect...it was a kidnapping case."

Perhaps out of concern for the eyes and ears of the neighbors, Hiyoshi's mother said "Come in!" and let Mikami enter the yard and closed the wooden door.Surrounded by towering walls and an octagonal gold plate as tall as half a person, even though it was winter, this corner felt very damp and dark. Hiji's mother lowered her voice and continued: "I will not forgive you. Throwing my son into such a cruel case center. It is just a small mistake, and he is called a waste. Aren't you raised by your biological parents? Is this the world of the police? You also think about it from the standpoint of parents who carefully pulled their children to such an age. My son was injured to pieces by you, and his whole life was ruined. How do you plan to make up for it?"

Mikami didn't know how to react.Hiji's mother was so aggressive that it almost seemed like it happened yesterday or today. "About how to compensate, we still have to talk to myself before deciding. Because we still have a lot of unclear points." "place that is unclear?" Hiyoshi's mother was so angry that her shoulders strained and her chin protruded.Her lips trembled. "You mean you don't even know what good you've done?" "Who called Mr. Ling a waste?" "You should know this kind of thing better than anyone else!"

"Please tell me, we also want to find out." "Isn't it the person above who worked with him on the case? That kid just said 'I screwed up, I'm a piece of shit', and from then on..." It turned out that she didn't know what happened. "So he didn't mean that someone called him a waste, but he himself said that he was a waste?" "What the hell are you trying to say? If someone hadn't scolded him like that, he wouldn't have said that about himself. My poor boy, he's been depressed ever since. He doesn't think about food. Every day is terrified. You must have said it What words, tore his heart apart."

Every time he heard the word "you", Mikami's heart throbbed. "Did Mr. Ling say something was messed up?" "He didn't say anything, can you tell me? What did the kid do wrong? Could someone put the blame on him?" Mikami nodded slightly, showing an understanding expression.It seemed that he couldn't ask more things from his mother. "Can I see Mr. Ling? I want to ask him directly." "Can't." Hiji's mother said firmly. "Five minutes will be fine." "He won't see anyone." "anyone?"

"That's right! Even family members..." Riji's mother covered her mouth with her hand, and tears gradually overflowed from her eyes. Mikami held his breath, quietly waiting for her next words.There are several worst imaginings circling in my mind. The red eyes looked towards him. "It's been fourteen years...fourteen years...since I left the institute, I've been shutting myself in the room...never talk to me or my husband again. The harm you have done to that child It's that big!" San Shang looked up to the sky and sighed.Stay behind closed doors.

The worst ending I imagined in my mind was suicide, but I didn't expect it to be a stronger shock than suicide. "How old is Young Master Ling this year?" Mikami forgot that he was still working and asked this question. "Thirty-eight, it will be thirty-nine next month. I really don't know what to do...how to go on..." Hiyoshi's mother buried her face in her hands, whimpering. The son's life was ruined.When I heard this sentence just now, I thought it was too exaggerated, but now my thoughts are completely different from just now, I just feel extremely painful to hear it.

"Then how do you usually communicate?" Hiyoshi's mother looked at Mikami with sharp eyes. "So what if I tell you? To you, it doesn't matter at all! Until now..." "My daughter had the same problem." Mikami interrupted her.Because half of the reason for saying this is for work, it feels like a knife has been cut in the chest. "Because I can't communicate at all, my wife is also in pain..." "Is she out?" This time, Hiji's mother interrupted him. "Ling Qianjin, have you come out of the room?" "...Mmm." The wound on his chest deepened a few inches.came out of the room, but... "How did you do it?" Mikami flinched back as if seeing a ray of dawn in the darkness.Riji's mother even leaned her face closer, with an expression of "clutching at straws".Mikami regretted mentioning this matter a little, but now it can't push her back into the darkness. "...Face her with your heart." I don't want this face, I want to die... You are fine!It doesn't matter how ugly a man is! Mikami knew that the blood vessels in his whole body were rushing, his brain felt numb, and the world began to spin.He stamped hard on his feet, telling himself it was okay, that it was just a few seconds of discomfort.Then Mikami continued talking. "We also took her to see a psychiatrist. Finally, my daughter spoke the truth." Hiji's mother nodded noncommittally, then lowered her eyelids.The disappointment was palpable.It's been fourteen years, and it's no longer the stage to discuss whether to see a psychiatrist. "Is there no emotional interaction at all?" Mikami tries to talk to Hiyoshi's mother who has lost her soul. "...No. Although I stuff letters under the door every day, there has never been any response." "Have you tried shock therapy?" "At the beginning, my husband tried several times...but it got worse and worse..." Mikami stared at Hiyoshi's mother's thin shoulders.He felt that he was standing at the watershed between work and personal relationship. "May I write to him?" "Okay...please." Hiyoshi's mother answered absently.Her blank eyes drifted to the window on the second floor with the curtains drawn tightly, which was probably Hiji's room!

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