Chapter 6 the fifth part

Imai stepped out of the station and looked around. Walk towards the direction of the town. Imai walked in. The chief is welcoming visitors from afar. Director: It's really hard work coming from a long distance in such hot weather.Please sit down, please sit down. Imanishi sat down and faced the director. Director: I have heard about the situation from the prefectural police station. It must be about Kenichi Miki. Imamishi: Oh, yes. Bureau Chief: However, this happened a long time ago, more than twenty years ago.Among the serving police officers, no one knew what Miki was like.So today I specially invited two or three people who worked with him, and they all resigned.

Imamishi: Yes, thank you very much. Under the arrangement of the director general, two or three retired personnel gathered together. Immishi questioned Anben who was present and made a record. Imanishi: Then, among the people that Miki arrested during his stay in Kume...was there not one suspicious person? Amben: (nodding) Yes.It was the country, and there were no serious crimes.Only one person was guilty of theft, which exceeded the scope of education and sent him to prison.That person still worships Miki as a god to this day. Imai: Serve as a god? Yasumoto: Miki has been waiting for him to be released from prison, and introduced him to a new job.I met that person yesterday, and he said that it was all thanks to Miki that he was able to live such a happy life.

Imanishi stared straight at Abe. Anben: He also said that when he took up a new job, he was still looked down upon by the society, and sometimes he gave up on himself, but he did not go back on the wrong path. This was all due to Miki's very enthusiastic encouragement... Ah, Miki has such justice That is to say, if he thinks it is correct, he will stick to it to the end without hesitation... Although he is also a policeman, a person like me can't learn his style. Backyard grasshoppers were chirping. After the director had finished speaking, he took a sip of the dish. Imam asked all the questions he wanted to ask.His face was slightly gloomy.

It's not just travel fatigue. Imanishi: Anyway... it seems that Miki is an impeccable model police officer. Chief: (Nodding) In the records kept by the police station alone, there are three commendations for doing good deeds... Colleagues who have long since retired seem to agree that he is an honest and kind-hearted person. Imanishi: (silent)... Director: If you look for the reason for his killing in this case from the perspective of enmity, you will not be able to find it during his tenure as a policeman.Even if there was, it was probably after he retired and returned to Okayama County.

Imanishi was puzzled and seemed to be talking to himself. Imanishi: But, that Tohoku accent, no, Kameda with an Izumo accent... Director: (Nodded, warmly comforted) Oh, yes, as long as you arrive in Guisong, there will be many people there who will know the details of Miki, and they may be of some help to you... There is still one stop on the train, but from the station to the village return For a long way, the bureau had jeeps ready.Please don't be shy. Summer days are long, but also approaching darkness. The jeep was driving, kicking up billows of dust. The young policeman was driving the car, bumping and looking out the window.

Policeman: That is Guisong Station. Imanishi nodded, staring at the station building standing alone in the field. The wooden secondary line is no longer visible. The jeep is speeding. Imai had a tired face and a gloomy expression, but he had already regained his composure. Imamishi: (to the young policeman) ... Excuse me, are you a local? Police: Yes. Imamishi: You don't have a local accent at all. Policeman: (wry smile) You are from Tokyo, so I pay attention to what I say.If you're talking to locals, (laughs) especially old people, you just can't understand, hahaha. The jeep continued to run, across the bridge.

Police; how do I go? Is it going straight to Kirihara's house? Imamishi: It's time for dinner.Just find a place to stay. Police: Yes.Then, go to Guisong Police Station tomorrow morning... contact them and ask them to lead you to where you want to go. The street is more personable than imagined, with rows of houses stretching out on both sides. This is really like the ancient post station in Okuzumo Gorge. The jeep drove into the twilight street. (overlap) Imanishi was walking accompanied by young local police officers. Early in the morning, the weather was sultry and there was a sound of cicadas.

subtitle: Stayed overnight at the hotel in Guisong. The next morning, visit Kirihara. When the victim Miki Kenichi was working as a book inspector in the local area, he was Miki's last People close to you, business abacus. An elegant small tea room in a courtyard that is rarely seen in rural areas. The sound of cicadas.The boiling water in the pot is boiling, and the tea in the cup has been drunk. Perhaps it was because the other party didn't answer the question, Imanishi, who was taking notes, stopped. The seventy-year-old old man Kirihara sat upright, slowly recounting the scene of the year. Due to his age, Si———— accent was very heavy.

Kirihara: He is humble and steady. Imamishi: Mr. Kirihara, what I'm asking is... Kirihara: Anyway, he's such a nice guy.There is no man who has been a policeman here who is more respected by the people of the village. Imanishi: Mr. Kirihara, please think about it.Judging from the situation before and after, someone must have held grudges against Miki. Kirihara: I simply don't believe there are any gods and Buddhas.But how could such a good man like a Buddha be murdered? Imanishi: He is hated by others, and the roots are probably planted here when he was a policeman here.Do you think there is anyone like this, or something like this?

Kirihara: It’s hard work for you to come all the way... In this village, who else would hold a grudge against him... When the flood broke out, he desperately rescued two drowning girls; That time, rescued a fast-moving Babies burned to death... You probably heard about these things from Director Mimori. Imanishi: Yes, I have heard of it. Imanishi was a little disappointed, and finally got on the topic. Kirihara: It’s not just about these things, there’s no end to talking about these things.Back then there was a woodcutter who often came and went to my house. He lived in an old forest deep in the mountains.Miki is back

Take the patient down the mountain and send him directly to the Shaanxi Hospital... There is also such a thing, a poor beggar brought his child to our village to beg for food.He sent the sick old beggar to the hospital, and took care of the child... What a useless man he was Selfish people. Imai: ... Kirihara: Well, if it’s unfortunate, it’s that after he was promoted to the chief of the security department of the Mimori Bureau, his wife passed away due to illness... and the couple had no children. The sound of cicadas.The sound of spring water in the courtyard and the jumping of carp. subtitle: I stayed in Guisong for two nights and interviewed seventeen or eighteen people besides the old man Tongyuan.From the conversations of these people, it became more and more confirmed that the victim was a model policeman with a great sense of justice. ——In the Oku Izumo area, no clues about the motive of the murder were found. The jeep of the Mimori Police Department drove over the rows of houses on the street. The car rolled up a cloud of dust and drove along the embankment. Imanishi was deep in thought, his body shaking with the bumps of the car. The policeman from the day before yesterday continued to drive the car silently. Cross the Hiigawa River and continue driving. Imanishi in the car. * * * The jeep continued to drive in Jiaosong Town, with dust flying behind the car. Imanishi in the car. * * * Get closer to the village, and you can see the railway line head-on. Imamishi: Oh, please stop. Police: Huh? Imamishi: Stop... There are only two station attendants on the station.The disturbing sound of cicadas was faintly heard, making the surroundings even more silent, and there was no sound. Imamishi, who got off the jeep, approached the railing of the station and stood alone. There was a helpless and deep sadness on his face. Imanishi stared blankly at the stop sign on the platform. Guisong (overlap) Buildings of the Police Department. Imanishi came back and walked silently. He holds a small handbag in his left hand and a bundle in his right hand. Facing the section chief, Imashi may not be able to raise his spirits, and his shoulders drooped. The section chief was silent, took a few puffs of cigarettes, and turned his gaze to the burden at Imai's feet. Section Chief: Is that bag the historical material of Guisong Village? Imamishi: (Nodding) Just to be on the safe side, I brought it back.There's nothing I can do about it, I guess I'll just have to watch it. Section Chief: (Nodding once or twice) Go home and rest today. Imam: What? Section Chief: I mean, you have been on a business trip, so go to work tomorrow. Imanishi: Ah, I am worrying you. Section Chief: Oh, and...the young plainclothes guy who went with you to the Nishi Kamata Bureau in the northeast... Imam: It's called Yoshimura. Section Chief: (with a wry smile) It’s like a elephant-headed hound. Imam: Oh?