Chapter 3 the second part

Imamishi and Yoshimura asked around while wiping off their sweat. Yoshimura: (full of energy) There must be a local color. Imano: Why? Yoshimura: Isn't it?The young man who was drinking and talking with the victim in the Ron Torres bar is a prime suspect... This guy is wearing a white sweatshirt, a white sports core.Judging from the circumstances of the crime, the perpetrator must have been spattered with blood. Imai nods. Yoshimura: It's impossible for him to walk far away in this outfit. Yoshimura recklessly walks into an old apartment. Imamishi and Yoshimura are walking. Imamishi: However, it is too narrow to think about the problem within a certain region.

Yoshimura: Why? Imamishi: Just deal with the sweatshirt.You can still put it in an open space or a stinky ditch.In this season, if you wear a sleeveless sweatshirt or a round-neck shirt underneath, no one will doubt his. Yoshimura: Hahaha, of course.However, had this idea been true, the dress would have been found near the scene long ago, but it has not been found yet. subtitle: However, the reconnaissance work is difficult to progress. The weather is sweltering, almost like being in a steamer. Headed by Chief Detective Kamata, all the scouts gathered together, and the section chief of the department made a statement in a melancholy tone.

subtitle: First, the identity of the victim has not yet been ascertained. Plainclothes policemen sitting in a ] shape against the wall or behind the window. Imamishi and Yoshimura were also present. Section Chief: Secondly, we judge that the perpetrator is the young man who met the victim at the Ron Torres bar... Although he has been asking around for days, we still don't know where he is from and who he is.Also, whereabouts Also unknown.The sweatshirt that we decided to have blood on has not been found yet. The section chief took a sip of tea and continued talking. Section Chief: So, apart from the information provided by Mrs. Otsuka, the waitress at the Torres Bar, that the two people involved mentioned the word Cameda during their conversation, there is no other clue.We asked the police station to investigate on our behalf.

They investigated sixty-four people named Guitian in various counties in Northeast China. No one knew that there were clues about the victim among their family members, relatives and friends. Imanishi's lips were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Section Chief: This case is facing an extremely difficult situation. Although you have been working hard for the past few days, there has been no progress.Today I called everyone who is directly engaged in investigative work to hear your opinions, such as the future of this case. You can talk about what reconnaissance policy should be adopted further, or what feelings you have.How about it, please don't be polite, don't have any worries, just talk casually.

Tsutsui, the plainclothes police chief of the Kamata Police Station, spoke. Jianjing: About the name Cameda... Section Chief:? Tsutsui: I think it's a bit inappropriate to limit it to the Tohoku region.Since they are friends of the two of them, it doesn't have to be limited to the Northeast.Maybe it's from Tokyo, or the opposite direction, from the area west of Tokyo. Section Chief: No. Imanishi also opened his mouth quietly. Imanishi: That...no, the name Kameda...was said by the witness at Torres Bar.She heard them talking about Kameda... nothing changed... sounded like a name.However, take it as ground

The name is not bad. Everyone's eyes focused on Imanishi. Imanishi: These days, I have been thinking about this question.So yesterday I went to the bookstore and looked at the railroad map without compromising. Section Chief: Is there a place called Kameda? Imai: Yes. Section Chief: Where? Today West: Akita County. Section Chief: (couldn't help shouting at the young plainclothes policeman) Hey, bring a map of Zhangfen County! (swipe across) There is not even a shadow of an island, the vast and vast Sea of ​​Japan. Footprints in the sand of the setting sun suit.Imamishi and Yoshimura walked forward silently.

subtitle: I stayed in Guitian for two nights, got nothing, and went back home. While waiting for the bus, head towards the Sea of ​​Japan. Yoshimura: It would be great if we could get some clues from that strange man. Imamishi: (Nods) Oh, in this way, the transfer is not in vain. The two continued to walk on the beach. Immish stopped. Yoshimura also stopped, watching. Yoshimura: What a colorful sky! Jinxi; (nods) Yoshimura: The Pacific Ocean is light, but this side is particularly rich and colorful. Imanishi: (Suddenly)... After all, it is in the Northeast! The vast and vast Sea of ​​Japan shrouded in twilight.

Imanishi held a small stub of Xinsheng cigarette in his mouth, exhaled wisps of smoke, and looked out the window at the dim scenery.Yoshimura was flipping through the weekly magazines. Imanishi: Yoshimura, what happened to that dress? Yoshimura: (looks up) Are you asking about the sweatshirt? Imam: Yes. Yoshimura: Judging from the fact that the sweatshirt was not found near the scene, it may be possible to explain that this person does not live near Kamata, but came from afar.Judging from the situation after committing the crime, it is impossible to go far. Imanishi: No, maybe there is another trick, the perpetrator has a relay point nearby, and then escapes after changing his clothes.

Yoshimura: (with bright eyes) So, Imanishi, you mean that he must have a secret hideout near Kamata, or have relatives, friends or mistresses? Imanishi didn't answer, but with an unapproachable look, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, took out his notebook and started to write down something.It makes people feel that in his wonderful, inaccessible, rigid and lonely character, as if Buddha hides a stubborn belief. Yoshimura picked up the weekly magazine. (overlap) Imanishi put away his notebook and smoked a cigarette absently. Yoshimura took out the lunch box he bought at the station just now, and the lunch box made a loud noise.

Yoshimura: It's time to eat. Imamishi: Well, (saying to look around) The car next door seems to be a dining car. Yoshimura: Huh? Imamishi: Go have a glass of beer, it doesn't help to be bored all the time.Let's go, my treat. Imamishi and Yoshimura were drinking beer with relish. Imamishi: I really wish I had a chance to travel around it leisurely for two or three days. Yoshimura: It would be too boring for two bachelors to travel. Imanishi smiled knowingly. Yoshimura: (acting strangely) Imamishi and you too... Imanishi: (with a wry smile) I'm not talking about work, I'm just talking about bringing the children along.

Yoshimura: Hahaha. The waitress in the dining car brought two or three bottles of beer. Imanishi: (raises hand to greet) I said big sister. Waitress: Please wait a moment. On the seat opposite them, there were four or five well-dressed men talking and laughing happily.In terms of their elegant demeanor or the atmosphere of conversation, they are very conspicuous among the plainly dressed passengers on the Ou Line. The waitress walked towards these men, put the beer on the table, and then handed a note under her armpit to the man who seemed to be an outstanding man. Waitress: Excuse me, please sign. The man readily took the note, signed it and handed it back to her. Waitress: Thank you. The waitress went up to Imamishi and the others again. Waitress: I've kept you waiting. Imamishi: Check out. Waitress: Four hundred yuan for two bottles. Imanishi pulled out an old frogmouth wallet. Yoshimura: That person doesn't look like a movie or TV actor, who is it? Waitress: It's He Yingliang. Yoshimura: (nodding deeply) Oh, it's the composer... Waitress: Yes. Imanishi counted four hundred yen and handed it to her. Waitress: Thank you. The waitress picked up the empty bottle, turned and walked away. Imanishi: (glances) Composer? Yoshimura: Yes, he is also a well-known music conductor. I heard that he was invited by a large American orchestra to visit the United States last year, and he became popular after using it. Imanishi: (not very interested) Oh. Yoshimura: I'm also a news personality for newspapers and weekly magazines.In the Japanese music industry, it can be said that he is a rising star with a bright future. Imamishi: Young and promising. The face of the composer reflected in the opposite glass window. Before he knew it, his eyes were focused on a point outside the window, and there was a small inconspicuous scar under the corner of his left eye. The others sensed his expression, and for fear of disturbing his mind, they didn't bother him, and just talked about themselves. Imanishi quietly took out a short half of Shinsei cigarette from his pocket.However, instead of turning on the ignition, he took out the notebook from the inner pocket of his jacket, opened the page, and handed it to Yoshimura with a little embarrassment. Imamishi: Look at this. Yoshimura: Huh? Yoshimura took it with a strange face and looked at the words on the page. Hanging the noodles, the green leaves are floating and shining. Falling asleep, weeds are overgrown beside the river. Yoshimura: Imamishi, did you just write this? Imanishi: (nodding) Yes. Yoshimura: I thought you were taking reconnaissance notes. Imanishi: (wry smile) Really, that's really... Yoshimura: The last sentence is about that man, right? Imamishi: How should I say it.It has that meaning. Yoshimura read the next sentence. Traveling in the North Country, the blue sea reflects Xia Yitian. Yoshimura: (reading aloud) Traveling to the North Country, the blue sea reflects Xia Yitian... Although I don't know poetry, I always think this sentence is the most beautiful. Imanishi: (quietly) We took a futile trip. siren sound.The train kept running. The uplink express train slows down and enters the station slowly. subtitle: Arrived at Ueno Station at 7:50. Northeast foreign transfer, no gain. At the entrance, use a thumbtack to hold down a long strip of Dorian paper that reads: Homicide Special Investigative Headquarters in the National Railway Kamata Yard The note was torn off. subtitle: After that, he was transferred to the police station to continue the investigation. (fade out)