Chapter 9 chapter 2

On the tram ride back, we started expressing our thoughts to each other. "President Yamamori didn't say anything, but I think he's a bit weird." This is my opinion, "I always feel like he knows something, and then deliberately conceals it." "Looking at the way he talks, it seems that he doesn't know that Kawazu Masayuki is dead!" "I also find this very strange. My own member was killed, no matter how unfamiliar I am, it's impossible not to hear about it at all!" Toko represented the answer with a sigh, and shook her head lightly two or three times.The expression on his face seemed to say: At this stage, there is no way to express any opinions.

Of course I do too. After breaking up with Dongzi and returning home, the phone in the studio rang.I hurriedly picked up the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. "I'm Xinli." The other party said. "Yes." After I answered, I looked at the clock, it was still a long time before our agreed time. "Actually, I want to tell you that you don't need to borrow Mr. Chuanjin's information." Her tone seemed to be angry with something or someone, with a sharp feeling. "What does that mean?" "When I was investigating other things today, I accidentally found the information I wanted. I'm sorry to have troubled you before."

"Don't you look at the things that are on my side?" "yes." "Then it doesn't matter if I unpack it?" "Well, it's okay. I'm so sorry." "I see." After I said this, I hung up the phone and looked at the two cardboard boxes in the corner of the room.The cartons are neatly arranged together like a pair of twins who have a good relationship. I undress, change into a shirt, drink a can of beer from the fridge, and sit on the couch, looking at the two cartons.The box looked as if it had been bought directly from a moving company, and it had "Please find ××" printed on it in a bold color.

Halfway through the beer, I suddenly noticed a curious thing.These two cartons are like twins, with slight differences. That's the way it's packaged.One of the boxes feels cluttered compared to the other.The sealing tape was also crumpled, with one piece on the east and the other on the west, making a mess and not being careful at all. That's weird - I thought so. When it arrived by express delivery this morning, I remember thinking to myself that this careful packaging method shows Kawazu Koyo's meticulous personality.The tape also seems to have been measured with a ruler, and it is beautifully pasted.Both boxes are—yes, both boxes are the same.There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I finished my beer, walked over to the two boxes, and carefully examined the messy carton.It is said to be an inspection, but in fact it is just to stare at the appearance of the carton. Since I didn't know anything just by looking at the carton, I tore off the tape and opened the carton.The books, notebooks and newspaper clippings in the carton were placed in a mess. I put the box aside first, and then I opened the other box.As I expected, the contents of the carton were neatly arranged.Like the way the tape is applied, it reflects Koshiro's personality. I leave the two cardboard boxes, take the bourbon and the glass from the rack, throw myself out, and slump down on the couch again.After filling the glass with bourbon, I drank it in one gulp before my pounding heartbeat subsided a little.

After calming down, I reached for the receiver and pressed the dial button.After the phone rang three times, the other party answered the phone. "Hagio family, hello." It was Fuyuko's voice. "It's me," I said. "Oh... what's wrong?" "We were designed." "Designed?" "It seems that someone has already sneaked into my house." It felt like she gasped.After a while, she said again: "Has something been stolen?" "That's right." "What is it?" "I don't know." The microphone was still leaning against my ear, and I shook my head. "But it should be something very important."