Chapter 12 Section 7

Butler Heiben drove me and Xiaolu to the city hall.We have called to tell the mayor that the matter is resolved, but he seems to want to hear what happened from me as soon as possible. "How Mr. Mizushima knew about this trick is still a mystery," I said in the car. "I have some clues about this." The butler held the steering wheel and said to me sideways. "What?" I leaned out. "At noon the day before the master was killed, a visitor came. They talked for a long time in the room." "Who is the guest?" "Mr. Shunsuke Hida." "The writer?" Little Green asked.

"yes." "It's a best-selling author." Little Green turned to me and said. "He lives here too." "Wait a minute." I took out a piece of paper from my coat pocket and spread it out, "Sure enough, he is a member of the Memorial Museum Preservation Committee." "Ah, indeed." At this moment, the butler shouted: "Ah! What's going on?" The red light was on in front of us, but our car drove straight ahead at the intersection.It can only be said to be lucky that there was no crash. "What's wrong?!" "Brake...brake..." The butler stepped on the brake pedal with all his strength, but the speed of the car did not slow down at all.

There is a construction site on the left side of the road, and the soil is piled high. "Go over there!" I yelled.The butler seemed to have made the same decision before I spoke. With the screech of the tires, the car changed direction and headed for the mound.I hugged Xiaolu and bent down. A violent shock hit.