Chapter 82 third quarter

The next day, the light rain turned to continuous rain, and the temperature dropped a little as a result, which made this morning feel extraordinarily comfortable in the sweltering August. This branch got up at 9 o'clock in the morning, left the residence in a T-shirt and jeans, propped up an umbrella with a bent rib, and entered a cafe called "Bolero" opposite the building.There is a small bell hanging on the wooden door. Whenever the door is opened and closed, it will make a crisp and pleasant sound.It is Imae's habit to eat breakfast here every day and read sports and entertainment newspapers.

The shop is small with only four tables and a bar.Two of the tables were occupied and a customer was seated at the bar.The bald boss nodded to Imaeda from inside the bar.Imaeda hesitated for a while, then took a seat at the innermost table.He estimated that there should be no guests at this time.If there are really not enough seats, just move to the bar at that time. Imaeda didn't order food.After sitting quietly for a few minutes, the boss will serve hot dogs and coffee with thick sausages sandwiched, and fried shredded cabbage is sandwiched in the hot dogs.There were several newspapers on the newspaper rack next to him.The guests at the bar were reading sports and entertainment newspapers, leaving only general newspapers and financial daily newspapers.Imaeda reluctantly pulled out the Asahi Shimbun.The store also has "Yomiuri Shimbun", but he ordered it too.He was about to open the newspaper when suddenly there was a clanging sound.He looked towards the door reflexively, and a man walked in.

The man looked to be about sixty years old, and Xiaoping had gray hair on his head.He has a strong physique, a thick chest in a white shirt, and thick arms exposed from the short sleeves.The height is more than 170 centimeters, and the posture is as tall and straight as an ancient warrior.However, what attracted the most attention was not his appearance, but the sharp eyes he cast on Imae as soon as he stepped into the store, as if he knew where he was sitting before he walked in.In fact, it was only a blink of an eye. The man immediately shifted his gaze to other directions, and the man also moved.He sat down at the bar.

"I want coffee." The man said to the boss. Listening to him, Imaeda, who had already returned his eyes to the newspaper, raised his head again.He was a little surprised that the man had a Kansai accent.At this moment, the man looked at Imae again.For a moment, the eyes of the two met.There was no threat in the man's eyes, nor did he seem to be malicious.Those were a pair of eyes that could see all the ugliness in the world, and a truly calm and clear light lived in them quietly.Imaeda felt a chill run down his back. The time when the eyes of the two met was actually very short, maybe less than a second.After unanimously looking away for a few seconds, Imae looked at the headline of the social section of the newspaper, a report of a large tow truck causing an accident on the highway.However, he couldn't ignore the man.Where the hell is he?Such thoughts are like indistinct fluff and lint, clinging tightly to the consciousness.

The boss sent a set of hot dogs and coffee.Imaeda put a generous amount of ketchup and mustard on the hot dog and took a big bite.He liked the feeling of his front teeth piercing through the casing. While eating the hot dog, Imaeda made a point of not looking at the man.He was worried that the eyes of the two would inevitably meet again. Putting the last bite of the hot dog into his mouth, he picked up the coffee cup and took a peek.The man just turned his head, facing forward, ready to drink coffee.He had been looking at me just now, this was Imaeda's intuition. Imameda finished his coffee, stood up, reached into his jeans pocket, took out a thousand-yen bill and put it on the counter.The boss quietly returned four hundred and fifty yuan.

During this period, the man's posture has hardly changed, his back is straight and he is drinking coffee, just like a machine setting, the rhythm is the same, the movements are the same, and he doesn't even look at Imae. Imaeda walked out of the store, ran across the street without an umbrella, and rushed upstairs.I went into the house and looked down at "Bolero", but the elderly man did not come out. Imaeda turned on the mini speaker switch on the steel frame.Whitney.The Houston CD has always been on the turntable.After a while, the two speakers on the wall came out with a very penetrating singing voice.

He took off his T-shirt and got ready to shower.After returning from Eri's last night, he went straight to sleep with greasy hair.He had just unzipped his jeans when the doorbell rang. The usual ringtone sounds different today.Imaeda didn't pick up the walkie-talkie, and the bell rang again.He zipped up, put on his T-shirt, and while thinking about when he could take a shower, he walked to the entrance and opened the door. The man was standing outside the door. Normally, such a scene should be surprising, but Imaeda was hardly moved.He had a premonition from the first ring of the doorbell.

When the man saw Imao, he showed a faint smile.He holds an umbrella in his left hand and a black handbag commonly used by toll collectors in his right hand. "What's the matter?" Ichigo asked. "Are you Mr. Imeda?" the man said, with a Kansai accent, "Mr. Naoema...isn't that right?" "it's me." "I want to ask you something, can I spare you a little time?" A deep voice sounded from the dantian, centering on the brow, covered the entire face with carved wrinkles.One of them, Imaeda noticed, was a scar left by the blade. "Sorry, who are you?"

"My surname is Sasagaki, and I'm from Osaka." "It's really come from a long way. But I'm sorry, I have work next, and I have to go out immediately." "It won't take you much time, just answer two or three questions." "Please come back another day, I'm really in a hurry." "I'm still in a hurry to read the newspaper in the cafe so leisurely." The corner of the man's mouth curved upward. "How I use my time has nothing to do with you, please go back." Jinzhi wanted to close the door.The man inserted the umbrella in his hand into the crack of the door. "It's good to love your job, but it's also my job here." The man reached into the pocket of his gray trousers and took out a black ID card with the words "Osaka Prefecture" printed on it.

Imaeda let out a breath, and the strength to pull the doorknob eased. "Since you're a policeman, why don't you just say so at the beginning?" "Some people don't like the police identifying themselves at the door - can I ask you a few things?" "Please come in." Imameda asked the man to sit on the chair prepared for the client, and sat himself down.That chair is a little lower.Just such a trick is enough to put him in a favorable position when negotiating.But looking at the wrinkled face in front of him, Imaeda thought that this trick might not work for him.

Imeda asked the other party to show his business card, but the man said he didn't have one.This must be a lie, Imaeda didn't want to argue with him over such a trivial matter, so he asked to see the certificate again. "I should have this right, but you can't prove that you are really a policeman." "Of course you have the right, you can look at it however you like." The man opened the document and turned to the page of identification.His name is Sasagaki Junzo, and his face in the photo is slightly thinner, but it seems to be the same person. "So you believe it?" Sagaki put away his ID, "I'm in the West Busch Police Station, the criminal division team." "One group? So you're investigating a murder?" That's surprising.Imae didn't expect this. "yes." "What's the matter? I didn't hear that there was a murder around me." "Of course, there are many kinds of homicides. Some will be treated as topics, while others will be ignored. But no matter what, they are all homicides." "Who? When? Where was killed?" Sasagaki smiled, the wrinkles on his face forming an intricate pattern. "Mr. Imeda, can you please answer the question first? After you answer, I will reciprocate." Imae looked at him.The old detective from Osaka swayed slightly on the chair, but his expression did not waver at all. "Okay, you ask first. What to ask?" Sasagaki stood the umbrella in front of him and put his hands on the handle. "Mr. Imae, about two weeks ago, you went to Osaka and wandered around the Oe area in Ikuno District, didn't you?" Imao had the feeling of being hit in the gut suddenly.Ever since he heard that the other party was a policeman from Osaka Prefecture, he remembered going to Osaka.At the same time, he also remembered that he had taken a train at Busch Station. "How is it?" Sasagaki asked again, but there was an expression on his face that he knew the answer. "Yes," Imaeda had no choice but to admit, "You really know that." "In that area, I even know that any wild cat is pregnant." Sasagaki grinned, but instead of making a laugh, he made a strange hissing sound like a leak.He closed his mouth first, and then said, "What are you going to do?" Imamue turned his mind quickly and replied, "Work." "Oh, work. What kind of work?" This time Imaeda smiled, and he wanted to show his composure. "Mr. Sasagaki, you ask the question knowingly." "Your job seems very interesting." Sasagaki looked at the steel frame full of files, "My friend also opened a business in Osaka, but I don't know if it makes money or not." "I came to Osaka just for this job." "It's your job to go to Osaka to investigate Karasawa Yukiho?" Jinbi understood that he really traced it from this line.Thinking about how he found out about himself, he couldn't help but think of yesterday's wiretapping incident. "If you can tell me why you want to investigate the environment in which Karasawa Yusho was born and raised, that would be my wish." Sasagaki looked at Imae with his three white eyes, and his voice was so sticky that every word seemed to be tightly intertwined. "Mr. Sasagaki, since your friend is also engaged in this job, you should understand that we cannot disclose the name of the client." "You mean, you were commissioned to investigate Tang Ze Xuesui?" "Yes." Imameda replied, while thinking about the reason why the policeman called Karasawa Yusui by his first and last name.Is it because of special closeness, or is it from the professional habits of the police?or…… "Is it related to marriage?" Sasagaki asked suddenly. "what?" "I heard that someone wants to propose marriage to Tang Zexuesui. As the man's family, knowing that he is going to marry a woman who seems to be engaged in speculation, of course they will carefully investigate her net worth." "what are you saying?" "It's a marriage." Sasagaki showed an uncomfortable smile, and his eyes moved to the desk. "Can I smoke?" He asked, pointing to the ashtray. "Please." Imae replied. Sasagaki took out the crushed Hilite cigarette case from his shirt breast pocket.The drawn cigarette is a bit bent.He smoked a cigarette and lit a fire with a match.The match appeared to be from "Bolero". As if to show that he had enough time, the policeman smoked slowly, and the smoke he exhaled shook up and dispersed in the air. He obviously wanted to give Imae time to think about it.He plays a few cards first and sees how the opponent reacts. This approach may be his forte.Deliberately showing up at the cafe, implying that "you have been under my surveillance", is also a way to make the cards in your hand appear stronger.He watched the whereabouts of the smoke expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to hide endless cunning calculations. Imameda wanted to know the contents of those cards. Why did the police in charge of the homicide pursue Karasawa Yuki?No, the word "investigate" is not accurate, this old guy must have a lot of information about Tang Ze's current situation. "I also know that someone talked about marriage with Ms. Karazawa." Imae replied after thinking about it, "However, if you ask me whether this matter has anything to do with my investigation, I can neither answer yes nor no." Sasagaki nodded with a cigarette between his fingers, with a satisfied expression on his face.He slowly put out the cigarette in the ashtray. "Mr. Imaeda, do you remember 'Mario'?" "what?" "Super Mario Bros., a kid's thing. However, I heard that even adults are fascinated by it recently." "The video game console, of course I remember." "A few years ago it was crazy, there were long queues of people in front of toy stores." "Yes." Imameda echoed doubtfully, wondering what the police's purpose was for saying these words. "In Osaka, someone wanted to sell a fake product of that game. The product was already ready, and it was just waiting to be shipped and sold, but it was detected by the police at the final stage. The fake product was seized, but the person disappeared and disappeared." "Ran away?" "The police thought so at the time, and they still do now. They are looking for him." Sasagaki opened his handbag, took out a folded leaflet-like paper, and unfolded it for Imae.Under the familiar words "if you find this person", there is a man with his hair combed back, who seems to be about fifty years old, and his name is Isamu Matsuura. "I'd better ask, have you seen this man?" "No." "I think so too." Sasagaki folded the paper and put it in his handbag. "Are you looking for that person surnamed Matsuura?" "The same can be said." "What?" Imae looked at Sasagaki again.The corner of the old detective's mouth twitched meaningfully. In an instant, Imaeda suddenly realized.It is impossible for a criminal police officer handling a murder case to track down a video game software piracy suspect alone.Sasagaki thinks that Matsuura was killed, and he is looking for Matsuura's body and the murderer who killed Matsuura. "Is that person related to Ms. Karasawa Yukiho?" Imae asked. "Probably not directly related." "Then why..." "Someone disappeared with Matsuura," Sasagaki said, "this person is most likely involved in the piracy. And he probably..." He seemed to choose words, and he paused before speaking, "It's right next to Karasawa Yusho. place." "Somewhere around you?" Imaeda asked, "What do you mean?" "It literally means that he should be hiding. Do you know the gun shrimp?" The policeman mentioned another word with unclear meaning. "have no idea." "The gun shrimp will dig a hole and live in the hole. But there is one guy who wants to live with it, and that is the goby. But the goby does not live in vain. It will patrol the hole, and if there are foreign enemies approaching, it will swing The tail fin informs the gun prawns in the hole. They cooperate very well, it's like mutualism." "Please wait a moment," Imae stretched out his left hand slightly, "You mean, does Miss Karasawa Yusui have such a symbiotic person?" If so, things would be serious, but Imae couldn't believe it.As of the current investigation, there is no trace of this person at all. Sasagaki gave a smug smile. "This is my imagination, there is no evidence." "You must have some basis for imagining this way?" "There is nothing that can be called a basis. It's just the intuition of the old criminal policeman. Of course, there is also the possibility of guessing wrong. It really can't be taken seriously." Lying, Imaeda thought.He must have some definite basis, otherwise he would never have come to Tokyo alone. Sasagaki opened the handbag again and took out a photo. "Do you have any impression of this person?" Imameda reached for the photo he had left on his desk.The man inside is looking at the camera, possibly a photo of a driver's license.About thirty years old, with a sharp chin. The first thing Imaeda felt was that he had seen this face before.He was careful not to let the expression reveal the slightest sign, searching in memory.He is good at remembering other people's faces, and he is confident that he will remember them. As he gazed at the photo, the fog suddenly lifted.He clearly remembered where he had seen it.His name, occupation, address, everything was revealed in an instant.At the same time, he almost exclaimed, because it was so unexpected.He was on the verge of shouting, but managed to hold it back. "Is this person Miss Tang Ze Xuesui's symbiotic partner?" He asked nonchalantly. "It's hard to say, do you have any impression?" "It seems to be there, but it doesn't seem to be." Imae took the photo in his hand and murmured deliberately, "I want to confirm, can I go to the next room? I want to compare the information." "What information?" "I'll bring it over, please wait a moment." Imaeda stood up without waiting for Sasagaki's answer, hurried into the next room, and locked it. This is his bedroom, also used as a darkroom.If you want to develop black and white photos, you can do it here.He picked up a Polaroid for close-up shooting from among the photographic equipment lined up on the shelf.It was a tear-off camera where the positive and negative layers had to be peeled off after imaging. Imae placed the photo on the ground, held the camera in his hand, and adjusted the distance to focus while looking through the viewfinder.Because it takes more time to adjust the lens. Press the shutter at the position where the focal length is correct, and the spotlight flashes for a while. He pulled out the film, returned the camera to its original position, waved the film lightly, and took out a thick file from the bookshelf with his other hand. The photos taken for the investigation of Tang Ze Xuesui had been sorted out and placed inside.He flipped through it quickly to make sure it was appropriate for Sasagaki to see.He glanced at his watch, confirmed that tens of seconds had passed, and then tore off the positive layer of the film.The remake was so successful that even the slightest stains from the original photo were reproduced.He put the photos in a drawer and left the room with the original photos and files. "Sorry, it took me a while." Imaeda put the file on the desk, "I thought I saw it, but I made a mistake. Unfortunately, I don't know." "This file is..." Sasagaki asked. "Regarding the investigation data of Ms. Karasawa Yusui. However, there are no serious photos." "Can you lend it to me?" "Please. But I can't explain the photo, please forgive me." Sasagaki carefully checked the photos in the file one by one.Some were taken near Tang Zexuesui's natal home, and some were secretly photographed of Cheng Li and a salesperson of a securities company. After watching, Sasagaki raised his head. "really interesting." "Is there anything I can do to help you?" "If it's purely investigating marriage partners, it's really special. For example, why even Tang Ze Xuesui has to be photographed when she enters and leaves the bank? I really don't understand." "This is up to your imagination." In fact, Tang Zeyusui rented a safe from that bank, and Imaeda found out only by following up.The purpose of filming her before and after entering the bank is to observe whether there is any change in her attire. For example, if she comes out wearing a necklace that she did not wear before, it means that the things are stored in the safe.Although this is a stupid method, it is also one of the methods of investigating property. "Imaeda-san, can you promise me one thing?" "what?" "When you continue to investigate in the future, if you see this person..." Said, Sasagaki picked up the photo just now, "If you see the person in this photo, please be sure to notify me, the sooner the better." Imao's eyes flicked back and forth between the photo and Nagigaki's wrinkled face. "Then tell me one thing," he said. "what?" "Name. Please tell me the man's name, and, moreover, his last address." Sasagaki showed hesitation for the first time: "If you see him, I will give you as much information as you want." "I want it now." Sasagaki stared at Imae for a few seconds, nodded, tore off a note from the desk, wrote something with the pen attached to the note, and placed it in front of Imae—"Ryoji Kirihara, 2 Nihonbashi, Chuo-ku, Osaka City 1×1 × MUGEN". "Ryoji Kirihara...what is MUGEN?" "A computer store that Kirihara used to run." "Oh." Sasagaki wrote something on a piece of paper and put it in front of Imae.It said "Sasagaki Junzo" and a string of numbers that should be a phone number, probably asking him to call this number. "I've been interrupting you for a long time, and I'm really sorry when you are about to go out to work." "Where." Imaeda thought, you clearly saw through that I wasn't going to work. "Hey, how do you know I'm investigating Tang Ze Xuesui?" Sasaki smiled slightly. "You can find out about this kind of thing by visiting everywhere." "Walk around? Don't you listen to the radio?" Imae turned the knob of the wiretapping device. "Radio? What are you talking about?" Sasagaki showed a surprised expression.If it is acting, his acting skills are too realistic.Imaeda decided that he wasn't playing dumb. "it's okay no problem." Sasagaki walked towards the door leaning on the umbrella like a cane, and turned around before opening the door. "You may think I'm meddlesome, but there is something I really want to tell the person who commissioned you to investigate Tang Ze Xuesui." "What words?" The corners of Sasagaki's mouth twisted. "It's best not to marry that woman, she is no ordinary vixen." "Yeah," Imae nodded, "I know." Sasagaki also nodded, opened the door and walked out.