Chapter 36 Section thirty-four

It seemed that the sky was about to change, but it was already dark at two o'clock in the afternoon. The Amami family's car parked back in the parking lot.Mikami went over and touched the hood, it was already cold.Is it because you came back right away?Or is it related to exposure to cold air? Mikami rang the doorbell and straightened the wrinkles in his suit with both hands.After a while, Mikami almost wondered if Amamiya hadn't come home yet.The sliding door of the entrance finally opened, and Amamiya's face was revealed.It's still the same expressionless face, with khaki dull skin and sunken cheeks. The only thing that makes people feel a little more alive than three days ago is that he has trimmed his messy white hair.

"Sorry, I'm here to disturb you again." Mikami bowed deeply.no response.The eyes buried in the wrinkles quietly asked him why he came. "I want to talk to you one more time." "..." "It won't take too much of your time, please." After a while, Yugong sighed softly. "...Please come in." "Thank you." Mikami followed behind his clear back, and was led into the living room like last time.But this time he said before taking his seat: "Can I burn incense?" Although he was mentally prepared to be rejected, Yugong just nodded silently, and then walked into the next door Buddhist hall.Just when Mikami breathed a sigh of relief, the word "Xingtian" came into view, which made his heart twitch.The two words appeared in the sender field of the envelope, and only the last name could be seen in the letter slot hanging on the living room wall.

Is that the "Koda Notebook"?This idea suddenly flashed in my mind.He also sent the report sent to the official residence of the Minister of Criminal Affairs to Amamiya, explaining all the hidden facts clearly, so Amamiya... But this is not important anymore.Even if Koda didn't confess everything, Amamiya had already seen through the police's deception.That's why I have to apologize even more, so that I can have the opportunity to be incensed like this.After Amamiya lit the candle, she turned to look at Mikami. Mikami bowed deeply and walked into the Buddhist hall, feeling the coldness of the tatami mat under his feet.He quietly pushed the purple cushion aside, knelt down in front of the Buddhist altar, and the words of apology came to his lips.

With clasped hands, he raised his head and gazed at the Buddhist altar.In front of the two adjacent tablets are pictures of Xiangzi and Toshiko, both smiling. The smile gradually blurred before his eyes. Mikami felt embarrassed, and his emotions were completely out of control.Tears were already falling when he felt his eyes heat up. He couldn't believe it and didn't know why he was crying, so he took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes and cheeks dry.The fingertips stretched towards the incense box trembled slightly, and they failed to catch the incense stick after grabbing it two or three times.Amamiya's breath came from diagonally behind, maybe he was thinking in his heart, no matter how much he loves to act, he doesn't have to act to this extent!

Mikami extended the incense to the flame of the candle, but the trembling of his fingertips still couldn't stop, so that the tip couldn't be ignited for a long time.The smiles of the mother and daughter were watching themselves.Tears welled up again, this time not streaming down the cheeks, but dripping directly onto the tatami.He wants to escape from here.He could not properly explain why he was weeping, which was a sacrilege to the souls of both mother and daughter. After finally lighting the incense stick, Mikami clasped his hands together and pressed the hand holding the incense stick to his forehead, trying not to let himself cry out.

He hadn't been able to pray for a single thing, not even their rest. Mikami turned around on his knees and faced Amamiya again, with his head still down and his hands on the tatami.Only Amamiya's knees and hands can be seen in the blurred vision.The focus fell on the fingertip of the index finger, the fingertip blackened like a blood bubble seemed to represent Amamiya's resentment. The tears couldn't stop at all, and the speeches prepared in advance had already flown to the sky. Mikami pressed his forehead against the tatami. "I'm really sorry, I'll come back another day."

Very severe nasal sound.Mikami stood up vigorously, bowed to Amamiya, and walked quickly along the corridor towards the entrance. Just as he was putting his toes into his shoes, Amamiya's voice came from behind him. "Don't you have something to talk to me about?" "It's okay... I'll come back another day." Mikami didn't look back and started to walk outside. "It must be the fact that a big shot in Tokyo is coming!" Mikami stopped. "I don't care, let him come!" Mikami turned his head slowly, only to see Amamiya standing in the corridor with his head down, looking at him.

"Is it really okay?" "Thursday, right? I'll be at home waiting for you."