Chapter 43 fourth quarter

One week after the incident, on Saturday again, Xiaosan came to the grocery store he used to patronize, and then remembered that he hadn't talked with the owner of the store about witnessing the murderer. "Has the murderer pleaded not yet?" He pretended to ask casually. The boss with a towel wrapped around his head looked a little dazed. "Uh, the murderer? What are you talking about?" "That's the case, the murder case where the body was found in the alley in front." Xiao San said with blame, as if to say, why did he forget it so quickly?Such a sensational case, the average person will never come across it once in a lifetime.

"Oh, it's about that case. I don't know what's going on. I haven't read the newspaper, so I don't know much about it." The boss replied.Judging by his expression, he was obviously more concerned about the heat of the pot. Xiao San wanted to smack his lips.It's only been a week, why are you so indifferent?This is a murder that is close at hand. But it's not just the shop owner. Since yesterday, colleagues in the factory and neighbors have gradually stopped talking about the case. In their view, since the case has nothing to do with them, it is naturally impossible to keep it in their hearts all day long, and it is only natural that they will gradually forget it as time goes by.Besides, Xiaosan's words are already tired enough.

However, Xiao San was not aware of this fact.Because he didn't notice it, he began to feel anxious.In his heart, he has already connected the murder case with his existence value. When the murder case is forgotten, that is, when he is forgotten. At that time, he has to return to the ordinary, boring and depressed way before. of life. "That murderer." Xiaosan poured beer into the glass, took a sip to moisten his throat, "I happened to witness it at the scene, and then told the police about his characteristics, so he was arrested and brought to justice." "Huh, is that so?" The boss seemed really taken aback.

"Yeah. I was here last week too, and I saw it on the way back to the apartment later." "I didn't expect it, it's an amazing thing." It was the first time for the boss to hear this secret story, anyway, it was exactly what Xiaosan expected.When he talked about this story in a hurry, his tone was already very familiar.From time to time, the boss added a sentence or two of "this is amazing" and "that's amazing", so his articulation became more and more articulate. After drinking one more bottle of beer than usual, Xiao San got up and left the miscellaneous cooking shop.The evening wind blew on my hot face, making it uncomfortable.

He walked back to the apartment along the same route as last week, thinking as he walked, it never occurred to him at the time that that casual glance would turn out to be so important. Suddenly, he stopped. He remembered a scene. When he came out of the miscellaneous cooking shop last week, before he reached the alley, he passed a man.At this moment, the memory suddenly came to mind. Xiaosan felt his head suddenly hot, his heart began to beat wildly, a drop of sweat dripped from his temples, it was so cold that it made people sick. Then his legs trembled, and he could barely stand up.He staggered forward.

"Red and gray stripes...red stripes..." He recited it over and over like a mantra. The sweater with red and gray stripes was worn by the man who passed by at that time.The thin pointed face, sparse eyebrows, and long hair are also the appearance of that person. These are not traits of a murderer at all.He had encountered the man before seeing what was happening in the alley, and had mistook his features for the murderer's. and. ． ． ． ． ． The man who passed by Xiao San was none other than Yamashita Yuo. Xiaosan only saw the two wrestling people in the alley after brushing shoulders with Yamashita.

Yamashita is not the murderer. Rather, Xiaosan is enough to prove his innocence. I have to go to the police quickly, Xiaosan thought, and then told the whole truth.However, if you tell the truth, how will others react? Xiaosan seemed to see the policeman bursting into anger.Because of Xiaosan's testimony, they arrested Yamashita, but now they are going to testify that he is innocent, it's no wonder they are going crazy with anger. The people around him must no longer pay attention to him, Xiaosan thought. "The rhetoric seemed to be true, but it turned out to be a wrong memory."

"What, it turned out to be like this. In fact, I have long felt strange. How can such a dull person remember the characteristics of the murderer?" "The policeman who was tricked by him must also have a headache." "The most depressing thing is the person who was arrested by mistake. To be arrested for no reason because someone else identified the wrong person is simply a disaster." "I heard that this time he proved that person's innocence again." "Can you believe that kind of thing? It's too stupid." Xiaosan seemed to hear everyone's curse.After the contempt passed, what awaited him must be a colder and darker disregard than before.

You can't tell the truth, Xiaosan thought, you can only stick to the original testimony.I did see the murderer wearing a red and gray striped sweater, but I don't know if it wasn't Yamashita.Although I have said that he looks like a murderer, I am not 100% sure.It may also be the wrong person.Even if you make a mistake, it is the responsibility of the police, no wonder me.If Yamashita was not the murderer, but just happened to be wearing a red and gray striped sweater that night, it would be pure coincidence.The murderer wore it too, he wore it too, that's all. As he walked towards the apartment with heavy steps, Xiaosan was firm in his policy for the future: he would never reveal to anyone that he had misremembered the object of his relationship, and he would never overturn the previous testimony.

Soon, he walked to the alley and looked into it as he did that night.The alley was darker than he had imagined. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but hold his breath. The place was so dark that it was impossible to distinguish the clothes and faces of people.At the same time, he also remembered that when he saw the figures of those two people here last week, it was too dark to see any details. Damn, why are you secretly acting like this?He looked around and found that the answer was diagonally above.The fluorescent tubes of the street lamps on the utility poles are old, and the light is weak and flickering.

Xiao San felt as if a heavy object had been stuffed into his stomach, and his cheeks also twitched endlessly.He hurried to the apartment, and fell powerlessly on the unmade quilt as soon as he entered the room. His mind was in turmoil, thinking desperately. Do the police know about the street lights? They don't seem to have surveyed the scene at night, so they probably don't know it yet. But maybe one day we will know.At the trial, the defense is likely to raise a rebuttal, emphasizing that in such a dim place, it is impossible to see the pattern of the sweater. Xiao San looked down at the scene of the crime through the window, where the street lights were still dim. He stood up tremblingly, looked around the room, and finally stopped at the fluorescent light installed above the sink.This light tube is the same specification as the street light.