Chapter 8 Shenlin Guihong Chapter 3

The singing of the clear soprano was like a gust of warm wind blowing through my heart. It was a scene from "The Marriage of Figaro".Close your eyes and picture the blue sky above the clouds.No matter how much melancholy is accumulated in my heart, that beautiful singing voice can wipe it all away.In Xiuxiangke Prison, such a song suddenly came from the radio, and I can fully empathize with the prisoners. Miwako was sleeping on the bed next to me, looking at her peaceful face when she fell asleep, I really hope that I can let her sleep like this forever.Because once you wake up, you will be hit by this cruel reality again.

It was past three o'clock in the morning, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Miwako woke up from her sleep. She couldn't seem to remember what happened and why she slept here.The basis is that as soon as I saw me, I muttered: "Why would I...". I tried to explain it to her, thinking maybe she had forgotten everything.But before I could make a sound, she covered her mouth and whimpered: "That...wasn't it a dream?" I couldn't say a word, and I totally understand her wish to dismiss what happened yesterday as a nightmare.

Miwako wailed for several minutes, the scar in her heart that was cut by a knife must be bleeding profusely.She was hurt so badly, and I could only watch helplessly. Unexpectedly, she suddenly stopped crying, got up from the bed, and was about to go out.I grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?" "Go to Cheng," Miwako said, "I want to see what he looks like." She tried to shake off my hand with great force.As if being possessed by something, he kept saying: I must go, I must go... "His body should have been moved out," I said, and her body stopped like a doll with a broken clockwork.

"Where did you move to?" she asked me. "Well... Maybe it's a hospital. It was moved by the police. They have to find out the cause of death." "Cause of death? The police?" Miwako slumped on the bed with a distorted expression.Holding his head in both hands, he kept shaking his body. "What's going on here? What happened? I don't know at all!" She started whimpering again.Leaning against me, I buried my face in my chest, trembling uncontrollably.I stroked her back. I was going to let her sleep for a while, but she said she didn't want to sleep in this situation. "Now I feel uncomfortable even staying here!"

I suddenly remembered that this room was specially prepared for the bride and groom to enter the bridal chamber after the wedding. After a while, the police knocked on the door, and it was a man in a brown suit.I have something to ask your sister, he said. I asked him to let us go today, but he replied sullenly, please stay.I immediately made a condition and said, "I want my sister to stay with me. If possible, I want to take her home now, and ask after I get home, is that okay?" The police officer readily agreed and allowed the two of us to go back first.It's just that the police car will follow closely behind the taxi we took.

After returning to my house in Yokohama, I let Miwako Ann lie on the bed I was used to sleeping on all the time, and then let the detectives enter the house. I don't know how to answer many of the questions they asked, and the sequence is chaotic in both time and space, giving people a feeling of jumping.I thought he would keep chattering about family affairs, and suddenly he started asking questions about Hodaka Makoto's human nature. I was even worried for them, whether such unreasonable questions could finally clear their minds, but they must have their own consideration.Perhaps the police try their best not to let others know the key points of their investigation. This kind of understanding is more appropriate.In fact, they didn't even make it clear that Hodaka Makoto died of homicide.

As a result, I was able to provide very little useful information to the police.This is actually understandable, because I knew almost nothing about Hodaka Makoto.Then, the police seemed to be asking me who would not want to see Makoto Hotaka and Miwako get married. Of course, the list I made could not include myself. However, I provided the only piece of information that made their faces change slightly, and that was the strangely dressed woman I saw at Hodaka's house during the day on Saturday.Wearing a white dress, with long hair and an expression that looks like his soul has come out of his shell, he stares straight at us, at Makoto Hotaka, to be precise.

The detectives seem to want to know more details, how old is he?what is the nameWhat are the facial features? Then, I told them that Suruga Naoyuki took the woman to a corner of the garden and talked to her a lot with a serious expression. After the policemen left, I boiled some vegetable soup and brought it to Miwako's room along with milk and bread.She was lying on the bed, not falling asleep, and the tears had finally run out, but her eyes were still red and swollen. I forcefully poured half a bowl of soup for Miwako who didn't want to eat, then laid her down on her back and covered her with a blanket.She was staring at me with swollen eyes.

"Brother!" she called me in a low voice. "What's wrong?" "... Medicine, help me get it." "medicine?" "Sleeping pills." "Oh……" We looked at each other, and at that moment, all kinds of thoughts and feelings crossed between us, but neither of us said it. I went back to my room and took out a box of sleeping pills from the drawer, which the attending doctor had given me.When I was living with my relatives, I suffered from severe insomnia several times a year, and this trouble has continued until now. I walked into Miwako's room, put the pill into her mouth, made her drink a few sips of water, and swallowed the medicine.

After taking the pills, she lay there motionless, staring at me intently. "I want to take more sleeping pills," she must have wanted to say.Of course, as far as I am concerned, it is impossible for her to do this. After a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.I moved stereo headphones and 3 CDs of Mozart from my room, sat against the wall, and started to listen to each CD. "The Marriage of Figaro" is the third set. Tomorrow must be a more tormenting day. How can Miwako's heart heal?There was nothing I could do other than be by her side. Sitting with my knees hugged next to the sleeping Miwako, listening to the music I like, is actually considered a happy time for me. I really want to stop time, and I don’t want anything else, but I don’t want it to belong to me world is destroyed.

Even though the wound in Miwako's heart may heal and leave behind an ugly scab, I'm relieved that she was rescued in the nick of time. Hodaka Makoto—this is a man who deserves to die. Then again, who wrote that threatening letter? Needless to say, I did not speak to the police about the letter or the medicine attached to it. The phone rang, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn't realize where I was for a moment, because an unfamiliar wallpaper appeared in front of me. After a few seconds, I finally remembered that this was Miwako's room.The reason why the wallpaper is unfamiliar is that not long ago there were furniture here, so I didn't look carefully at the wall. A woman's voice spoke so fast, so high-pitched, that I pulled the microphone away from my ear.After many inquiries, I finally found out that the other party was from the TV station, and the general intention was to interview Miwako about the sudden death of Hodaka Makoto. Today she was in an inconvenient state for an interview, so I hung up the phone after leaving a sentence, and then regretted it.Because I realized that the brief description just now was enough information for them. I called the school by the way and told them that I would be off today and tomorrow.The woman in the Registry had no doubts about the misfortune my relatives had made. Immediately after the phone was put down, it rang again. This time it was someone from the TV station. If you have any questions about the case, please ask the police. After I finished speaking, I hung up. I don't know where they got the number, but the media workers kept calling me, so I thought about simply unplugging the phone line.But in case the university has urgent matters to find, I had no choice but to give up. On the social page of the Zaobao, the homicide case of Makoto Hodaka was impressively published.The reason why this case received so much attention was, on the one hand, that the deceased was a well-known writer, and on the other hand, it was also because of the particularity of his death.I read every corner carefully, and found nothing that could be called a new development, only a slight hint that the cause of death was poisoning, nothing more.There is no mention of the capsules taken by rhinitis patients. However, those guys in the media seemed to be aware of the fact that the police suspected that it was a homicide, so they were so active and kept collecting information about the case.I think if they know that there are rhinitis medicines, things will be more troublesome. Just when I was restless, the intercom doorbell rang.I picked it up impatiently, thinking that the reporters had come to my door. A man's voice came through the microphone, saying that he was from the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section 1. I went to the first floor and opened the entrance door, and found the two criminal police officers from yesterday standing outside: a middle-aged criminal named Yamazaki and a young criminal named Sugawara. "According to what you said yesterday, we conducted an investigation and discovered a new case. Regarding this matter, please let us ask your sister." Yamazaki said. "my words?" "It's the woman in white standing in the Hodaka family's courtyard." "Oh~" I reacted and nodded. "Have you found out the identity and whereabouts of that woman?" "Well, that's right." The criminal rubbed his chin, as if he didn't want to mention this more now. "Can we meet your sister?" "She should still be sleeping, and it seems that she has not fully recovered from the mental blow." "We'll be careful with words." "But--" At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the floor behind me, and the two detectives looked behind me.Criminal Yamazaki looked slightly surprised. Looking back, Miwako was walking down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, leaning on the wall with her right hand, stepping carefully step by step.His complexion is definitely not good-looking. "Miwako, is it alright?" I asked. "Well, it's okay, let's not talk about this," she looked at the two policemen after she descended to the last step of the stairs. "Please tell me, who is the woman in white that you are talking about? She has been to Hodaka's garden? What did she come for?" Yamazaki turned to look at me with a puzzled expression on his face, "You didn't talk to your sister about that woman..." Did not say, I answered.It was impossible to say in this situation yesterday. "What's going on? Please tell me! I'm really fine." Her voice was pleading.The detectives looked at me. "Then, you two, please go upstairs and talk," I said to them. In the Japanese-style room with an alcove, the two of us, brother and sister, sat facing the detective.First, I explained to Miwako about the woman in white that I saw on Saturday. As expected, she couldn't figure out who this woman was at all. Officer Yamazaki told us that the woman's name was Junko Namioka. "She works in a veterinary hospital and lives in the same apartment as Mr. Suruga," Yamazaki added. "Then why did she appear in Hodaka's garden?" Miwako was full of doubts. Officer Yamazaki exchanged glances with the young Sugawara, and then turned to Miwako, with an unspeakable expression. "Haven't you ever heard Hotaka say anything about this woman?" "I've never heard of it." She shook her head. "Hey~" Criminal Yamazaki touched his chin again, this may be his habit when thinking about how to use words.After a while he seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "I heard from Suruga that Hodaka had dated this woman before." The moment she heard these words, Miwako straightened her chest suddenly, then retracted her chin and swallowed. "And then?" She asked again, "Why did the woman I dated before come to Hotaka's house that day?" Her tone was unexpected, and I couldn't help but glance at her sideways. "We don't know the specifics yet, but we can confirm that this woman, Namioka, doesn't want Hodaka to get married." "So... so what?" "Actually, when my colleague wanted to go to Miss Langoka's house for questioning last night," Police Officer Yamazaki hesitated, stopped and licked his lips. "She's dead in the room." I can't help shrinking my back, that woman is also dead—— I could hear the inhalation of Miwako beside me, but not the sound of exhalation, "Did... die of illness?" she asked. "No, it looks like he died of poison." "Poisoned..." "It's a drug called Stinning Nitrate," Yamazaki opened the notebook and pushed the glasses with his hand. "It is said that it is a kind of veterinary central nervous system Xingfenji, which is used to revive Mabi when the breathing and heart functions. However, there is very little difference between the amount required for the effect and the amount required for death. Once the wrong dose is used If the dosage is high, the possibility of death is extremely high. This is a regular medicine at the veterinary station where Miss Langoka works." I nodded, fully aware of the effects of that poison.To this day, the scene of that guy dying from the poison capsule I injected is still deeply seared in my retina. "That is to say, you think that woman committed suicide..." I asked. "All I can say is that it's highly likely." "You mean, does that person's death have something to do with Hotaka being murdered like that?" Miwako said, looking at the detective with provocative eyes. Officer Yamazaki winked at Sugawara, and the young detective took out a photo from his coat pocket and put it on the table. "Please take a look at this." Yamazaki said. I was also looking at Miwako, and I had the impression that the photo taken by a snapshot camera was a capsule placed on a tissue. "Have you ever seen this kind of capsule?" "It's very similar to Hodaka's medicine...the medicine for rhinitis." Miwako replied. "It was found at Miss Langoka's house." Officer Yamazaki said, "It's just that the medicine in this capsule was replaced with stinning nitrate." Ok? The detective's voice sounded echoing, probably because of the frightening silence that followed.Miwako's expression was like that of the defendant after hearing the verdict, staring at the criminal police opposite without blinking her eyelids. "Then what the hell..." As I said that, I coughed for a while, because I couldn't make a sound normally, "What's going on? The cause of death is the same, and those capsules mixed with poison were found in the room of the woman named Langoka Could it be that woman tampered with Hotaka's pill?" "Nothing can be asserted at this stage, we are just conveying the facts." Officer Yamazaki said, "However, I can tell you this at the moment, two people who were in contact with each other died of poisoning on the same day after taking the same drug. It's no accident." "In there..." Miwako moved her lips and said, "It contains poisonous capsules? In the medicine jar I gave him..." Hey?Miwako raised her face and opened her eyes wide. "And," Yamazaki continued in a tone without the slightest emotion, "we have found out that Makoto Hotaka, who died yesterday, also died of nitrate." "Miwako!" I stared at her pale cheeks, "Even so, it's not your fault!" Such sloppy words failed to comfort her.The composure she forced in front of the detective seemed to have reached its limit, Migoko's lips were locked tightly, she lowered her head, and began to shed tears. "It's too much," she murmured, "this kind of thing is too much!" "What we want to know now is," Officer Yamazaki said, and he couldn't help showing a sad expression, "Is it possible that Hodaka's medicine bottle was mixed with that poisonous capsule, and if so, when did it get mixed in? ? So if you don't mind, we'd like to hear from you." "I don't know, even if you ask..." "When did you start holding Hotaka's medicine bottle?" "On Saturday daytime, before everyone went to visit Italy, he handed it to me and asked me to keep it." "Then where was the pill bottle before that?" "In a drawer in the study." "Is it always there?" "As far as I know it is." "Then have you ever seen someone other than Hotaka touch that medicine bottle?" "I don't know, I don't remember this kind of thing." Mei Hezi covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Officer!" I said, "can we call it a day?" Judging from Miwako's situation, the detectives should also realize that this is a reasonable request.Although Officer Yamazaki still wanted to ask something, after flashing a bit of unwilling expression, he finally reluctantly gave up. I escorted the detectives to the entrance alone, leaving Miwako alone in the room. "Although you may think that we are unreasonable, this is our job. I'm really sorry!" Officer Yamazaki bowed deeply to me after putting on his shoes. "I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it." I said. "what is it then?" "When did that woman named Junko Namioka die? Well, I mean, before or after Hotaka's death?" Yamazaki thought for a while, as if he was considering whether it was appropriate to answer this question, and finally he made a judgment, and it didn't matter if it was revealed. "When Namioka's body was found, she had been dead for more than a day." "That is to say..." "When Hotaka died, she was already dead." "That's it." I nodded, "Thank you." Then please take care, after finishing speaking, the police officer left. I locked the door and fell into thought. According to them, the body was found last night.In other words, Namioka Junko's death was earlier than the night before. In that case, at least it wasn't her who sent me that threatening letter. The faces of two people came to my mind.