Chapter 3 third chapter

At 7:30 in the morning, the mobile phone on the bedside table only made a noise, and Meng Feiyang woke up.He rang the bell, his eyes slowly adapted to the darkness in the bedroom with the doors and windows closed, and he vaguely saw a black pile beside the pillow, which was Daixi's long hair. "Hmm... you're leaving?" She hummed in a daze, with the sweet fragrance of sleep in her breath.Meng Feiyang used imagination instead of vision to capture her flushed face due to sound sleep, and couldn't help being fascinated by this picture. The pain of parting for three years disappeared like this, and his baby came back again.

Although he had only slept for three or four hours in total, the biting cold air hit his face when he went out, and Meng Feiyang's slightly drowsy head immediately woke up.Although it snowed heavily last night, there was still no white snow on the ground. The melted snow flowed everywhere and was trampled by pedestrians to make it filthy. From the sidewalk to the green belt, there were black footprints everywhere.The sun was shining weakly, and the wind was not as biting as last night, and it still hurt when it was blown on the face. In this old-fashioned residential complex, dozens of six-storey public houses are neatly arranged like soldiers. The gray exterior walls of all the houses are undoubtedly ugly, and their practicality is exactly proportional to their ugliness.It was originally a residential area specially built for the faculty and staff of the nearby prestigious university. Later, the school built a very impressive new campus in a slightly distant suburb, and subsidized the faculty and staff to buy brand-new commercial housing next to the new campus. Moved away one after another.Although the vacated house is small in size, it has convenient transportation and has become a sought-after property for "new Shanghainese" who have just started working in the workplace.

Dai Xi's parents are both university professors. After buying a spacious new house with four bedrooms and two living rooms next to the new campus, they gave this old two-bedroom house to Dai Xi to live alone.Both she and Meng Feiyang like the atmosphere here: there is no well-designed green landscape in the community, but decades of trees form a real green shade, with birds nesting in spring and cicadas singing in summer; The bright marble walls, but three times a day, the smell of food wafts out, and it is filled with the oily smoke of real life. In the months before Dai Xi went to study in the United States, Meng Feiyang would come over every day after get off work. They hugged each other on the small balcony, and they often stayed from the sunset until the stars fell. The summer night wind would not dry them. Sweating, the skin sticks together wet, as if every cell is reluctant to separate.In those unforgettable days, they watched the gray-haired old man walking downstairs holding hands, the young couple playing with young children, the dogs running around happily, and the late pigeons circling overhead. , The pigeon whistle sounded far away and then fell... For the past three years, these times were frozen in Meng Feiyang's mind, until last night and this morning they were replaced by Dai Xi's true charm, and thus lost their meaning to him, gone forever reverted.

When Meng Feiyang finished smoking a cigarette under the balcony of Dai Xi's house, his fingers were stiff with cold.He could have spent these, and even more time, in the tenderness of the dark hut upstairs, but what happened last night and this morning was more than Yuanmeng revisiting this one - there was a person who died in front of him. Forcing Meng Feiyang to reluctantly walk out of romance, real life is always mixed. Meng Feiyang put his hands into his pockets, and slowly dragged his steps towards the subway station, being overtaken by rushing office workers from time to time.Having just received a visit from Love and Death, Meng Feiyang found that going to work on time has become less important. His steps are a little vacant, because of lack of sleep, and because he lost the focus of life for a short time.

Half an hour later, Meng Feiyang went downstairs to Ito Co., Ltd.This is an office building with more than 30 floors. The style of the glass curtain wall is a bit old, but the overall style is quite impressive. There are only less than ten people in Ito Co., Ltd., and they rented a unit of more than 100 square meters on the sixteenth floor. Meng Feiyang stepped out of the elevator, and saw that the glass door of Ito Co., Ltd. was half open, and there was no one at the front desk, and a high-pitched voice came from inside.He turned to the back of the front desk, and the small office area was completely empty, except for a smooth semi-circular sphere protruding from a towering blue partition, with a few strands of half-gray hair covered in the sphere Dian, stand on the last post for all the companions who passed away early.

"Okay, that's great! Oh, this has helped us a lot. I'll tell Yuukawa-kun right away, and I must thank you very much this time... Ah, yes, yes, how can I not thank you... Okay , okay, you go to work first, goodbye." After hanging up the phone, the bald owner Ke Zhengyun turned his face vigorously: "Feiyang! Good news!" "Old Ke, what's so exciting?" "Cough! It's not the batch of low-density polyethylene particles, it's finally done!" Meng Feiyang stood in front of Ke Zhengyun's partition: "It's done? The bank agreed to make the payment?!"

"That's not true. But just now Xiao Zeng from the customs called and said that they worked overtime last night to finish the inspection of this batch of goods. They will go through the process today and submit the report to Zhongsheng Petrochemical before get off work at the latest. In this way, the bank will There is no longer any reason to refuse payment!" "Oh." Meng Feiyang nodded. Ke Zhengyun sighed as if he was relieved: "Oh! The big bill of ten million dollars has been a long time coming. I didn't expect it to be dragged until today. Feiyang, how many obstacles have we encountered at the bank during this period, haha, it seems that it is still a big deal. West Bund Chemical can talk to the customs, and Mr. You Chuan went to find them yesterday, which is considered to be the right thing, and the results are immediate!"

Ke Zhengyun came out to work after retiring from a state-owned trading company, and worked as the office director and financial officer at Ito Co., Ltd.Usually the salesmen are out to run orders, Yasukawa Kosuke usually comes every few months, Meng Feiyang is also on business trips, only Lao Ke and the front desk lady stay in this office unshakably.Ke Zhengyun took care of all the chores in the company carefully with the uniqueness of a Shanghai man, everything was organized in an orderly manner, and his behavior was just like his meticulous suit, shirt and tie from winter to summer: cautious, old-fashioned, sleek, and cautious.In Meng Feiyang's memory, it was the first time for Lao Ke to be beaming like this.

"Uh... Feiyang, what's the problem?" Ke Zhengyun finally noticed something strange in Meng Feiyang's expression. "Old Ke, I was the one who suggested to Mr. Youchuan yesterday that he called the left director of the customs and asked them to help clear the customs quickly—it has nothing to do with West Bund Chemical." "Oh, is that so?" Old Ke smiled, "That's right, that's right, it's better to use your brains. Anyway, no matter what, Youchuan-kun can breathe a sigh of relief this time, and we can also have a good New Year. I looked at him yesterday, he seemed to be seriously ill, the amount of this batch of goods is so large, he must have tried his best to advance the money first, no wonder he was so nervous..."

"Old Ke," Meng Feiyang approached Old Ke, and said in a low voice, "Yu Chuan Kosuke died, just last night, at the annual meeting of West Bund Chemical!" Blocking the unuttered exclamation in his throat, Ke Zhengyun half-opened his mouth, his jaw hung in the air like a stroke patient. Meng Feiyang continued in a low voice: "I was the first to find out. It's quite strange. I called 110 on the spot. Maybe the police will come to the company to investigate today. Fortunately, some salesmen are on business trips, and those who are on vacation You are on vacation and you are not in the company, so let them not know. I just want to tell you, we have to discuss what to do next. "

Ke Zhengyun's complexion turned pale, he nodded, took out a pack of Shanghai brand cigarettes from the drawer, and threw it on the table with a blank face: "He, is he suffering from a sudden illness?" "No." Meng Feiyang frowned, and the horrible scene from last night resurfaced before his eyes again, "It looks...he seems to have been electrocuted to death." "Electric shock? How is this possible?" "It was an electric shock. His hand was in an old-fashioned fuse box, and the whole house was short-circuited at that time..." Meng Feiyang finally made up his mind, and said with some difficulty, "I think Kosuke Youchuan committed suicide!" "Se-kill!" Ke Zhengyun pronounced these two words with a protracted Shanghai accent, which sounded sharp and piercing. Meng Feiyang couldn't help sighing. He didn't want to describe everything last night in detail. He just said: "The exact cause of death is still waiting for the conclusion of the police. I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, no one will put wet hands Put it in the fuse box? Well, it's almost the end of the year, and such a bad thing happens!" "Old Ke! - Feiyang, you came so early today!" It was the delicate voice of Qi Jinger, the lady at the front desk.Immediately afterwards, a round face appeared in front of the two men, and the big eyes on the bloody face gleamed directly at Meng Feiyang: "If I had known you were coming to the company today, I wouldn't have brought a meal. It's almost New Year's Eve , Mr. Feiyang should treat you to dinner." Meng Feiyang said as if he was coughing: "Okay, please, please." Then he pushed open the door of the small office and pushed the dumbfounded Lao Ke in. On one side of the small office is a boss' desk and leather chairs, behind it is a large bright glass window facing the street, and a long conference table is placed in the middle.This is Yasukawa Kosuke's private office as well as everyone's meeting room. Meng Feiyang closed the door of the small office, and put down the venetian blind on the glass partition.Turning around, Lao Ke was already sitting at the conference table.Meng Feiyang also leaned against the table and frowned: "Old Ke, what should we do now?" "Ah? Feiyang, do you ask me?" Lao Ke arched his shoulders, his head retracted into the socket of his shoulders, and he was completely different from the excited appearance in the morning, "I think, I think..." He suddenly raised his head, as if Shouting: "What about that list?! What about the low-density polyethylene list?!" "Old Ke, do you really think this deal can be done?" Meng Feiyang's retorted question was as gloomy as his face. Ke Zhengyun stared straight at him: "Feiyang, what do you mean? Why can't it be done? Isn't it almost done? The customs have checked all the goods, and Zhongsheng Petrochemical has to pay if they want to pick up the goods. If it takes a few more days until the end of the year, the bank will stop It's been processed. So I think the payment will be received within two days." Regardless of Meng Feiyang's obviously perfunctory expression, he continued: "I really don't know what you can't think about, just wait a few more days, such a large amount of business will be completed, and no matter how many difficulties have been overcome, why? Will...how could..." Meng Feiyang looked at him and smiled wryly: "Old Ke, regardless of whether the order will be completed or not, should we notify the Japanese side first?" Ke Zhengyun understood what Meng Feiyang meant.Ito Co., Ltd. is a trading company privately run by Yasukawa Kosuke, headquartered in Tokyo, Japan. Apart from Kosuke himself, the main manager of the company is his eldest son Yasukawa Shingoro.Meng Feiyang met Shingoro when he was on a business trip to Japan.This time Yasukawa Kosuke died suddenly in China, his family should be notified immediately due to circumstances and reasons, and the company's follow-up arrangements also need to be taken over by Shingoro as a manager. "Feiyang, you should call, your Japanese is the best." Meng Feiyang walked to the boss's desk and looked at the calendar clock on the desk - 9:45, this clock is always set to Tokyo time, an hour earlier than Shanghai. Meng Feiyang took a deep breath and called the Tokyo office of Ito Corporation.Ringing, music, recording, over and over again... Strange, why is there no switchboard to answer the phone?He glanced at the calendar clock again, it was already past working hours.Still ringing, music, recording... Meng Feiyang directly dialed the extension of the general manager's office, but no one answered. "What's going on?" Ke Zhengyun was so nervous that his bald scalp turned blue. "Old Ke, do you have Yukawa Shingoro's cell phone number?" "I don't have it... But there should be one at Liang'er!" Old Ke Teng jumped up and rushed out.In a blink of an eye, he rushed back again, and put the note with a number on it in front of Meng Feiyang.Meng Feiyang could almost see Qi Liang'er's full of suspicion. He didn't care about other things, and immediately read the number silently and dialed again. This time, it only rang twice, and the other party picked it up: "Hello?" "Is it Mr. You Chuan? I'm Meng Feiyang from Shanghai Company." Meng Feiyang said anxiously, his voice trembling. "Meng-fei-yang?..." There was a long silence, "Oh, it's Meng Jun, what's the matter?" The tone was unexpectedly cold, and Meng Feiyang could even hear sullenness and rudeness from it, but what he remembered Shingoro is a very polite young man. Meng Feiyang tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Mr. Yu Chuan, I'm sorry, I have something unfortunate to tell you. Mr. Kosuke You Chuan passed away suddenly in Shanghai last night." "What? He's dead?!" The other party raised his voice suddenly, as if he was shocked.Meng Feiyang was about to deal with a series of urgent and painful questions, but there was a long silence from the microphone, heavy as liquid lead, and Meng Feiyang heard his heart beating under pressure: "Pound! Pound! Pound!" "How did he die?" When the voice finally rang out again, Meng Feiyang was startled, but hesitated instead: "Uh, this... I think it's suicide, but it's hard to say, we have to wait for the official conclusion from the police..." "What? This is not the conclusion of the police, but your personal opinion? You think it is suicide? Don't you think you can just talk nonsense?! Such remarks are too irresponsible!" "I..." Meng Feiyang took the microphone away a bit, and the continuous Japanese seemed to turn on the water. Meng Feiyang's scalp was numb, and he couldn't construct a complete sentence in Japanese for a while.But obviously the other party didn't intend to listen to his explanation, and just yelled what he wanted to say: "You tell the police and let them communicate with me formally. I can't believe what you said! My father is dead, why did he die suddenly?! It's so shocking Surprise! I warn you, don’t make any fuss about my father’s death! Don’t call me again, from now on I will only contact Chinese officials!” "Pa-da!" The phone hung up, and Meng Feiyang stared at the microphone in a daze. "What's the matter?" Old Ke whispered from the side. Meng Feiyang was speechless and could only put the microphone back on the base.On the large desk, a group photo of Yukawa and his son was embedded in a dark brown wooden photo frame. Both of them were in black suits, well-dressed like bosses, and their smiles were strikingly similar. "What's the matter?" Lao Ke asked again, there was no third party in the room, and he kept his voice so low, as if he was afraid of being heard by the people in the photo.Before Meng Feiyang could speak, the phone on the desk rang loudly. "Hello?" Meng Feiyang grabbed the phone, "Oh? Who is looking for me? No, I'm not free!" He looked at Lao Ke's pale face: "It's Lianger, who said that someone outside came to see me, probably to discuss business. Sigh, how can I care about these things now!" Old Ke let out a sigh of relief: "Oh, I thought it was Shingoro..." "Meng, Manager Meng!" There were two timid knocks on the door of the small office. Meng Feiyang and Lao Ke stared at the quietly opened door together. expression: "This gentleman is looking for you." Meng Feiyang stood up, the door opened wider, and a strange young man blocked Qi Liang'er behind: "Is it Meng Feiyang? Hello, my name is Tong Xiao, and I am from the Criminal Investigation Team of Shanghai Public Security Bureau." He stretched out his right hand and squeezed the ID card with the photo in his palm.Meng Feiyang pushed Lao Ke: "Old Ke, please go out first." When Meng Feiyang closed the door and turned back, the police officer surnamed Tong had already sat down at the conference table calmly, and looked around with great interest, then nodded to Meng Feiyang: "I It belongs to the Fifth Division of the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Municipal Bureau, and is responsible for cases involving foreigners." The sun shone from behind him, reflecting his still very young face.Meng Feiyang judged that he was in his early thirties at most, and should be about the same age as himself. He was wearing casual clothes and looked very relaxed. Police officer Tong continued to explain the purpose of his visit thoughtfully: "For foreigners who die in China, as long as the place of death is outside the medical institution and it is an abnormal death, in principle, we need to participate in confirming the cause of death. When it comes to foreign affairs, we must always be cautious." "Of course." Meng Feiyang sat across from Tong Xiao, "Then Police Officer Tong, has Mr. Yasukawa Kosuke's cause of death been confirmed?" Tong Xiao took out a plastic folder from the leather bag on his body, flipped through a few pages in a serious manner: "Well, it's not finalized, otherwise I don't need to come here to be busy." He poked the folder and said The paper was full of words, "You were the first to discover Kosuke Yaukawa's body last night, and you told the police at the police station that Yaukawa committed suicide?" Meng Feiyang swallowed: "It's just an intuitive reaction. The police asked me what I thought, so I told the truth." "Yeah." Tong Xiao nodded seriously, unable to tell whether he was appreciating or agreeing, with a smile still on his face, "I read this record, but it's written in a brief way...can you please say it again? your thoughts?" "my thoughts?" "It's your intuition that Yu Chuan committed suicide. Why are you so sure? What is your basis?" Meng Feiyang hesitated for a moment: "My intuition may not be accurate, you have to come to a conclusion anyway, it doesn't matter what I think?" Tong Xiao stared at Meng Feiyang without saying a word, his eyes were not sharp, but curious and friendly.Meng Feiyang hurriedly began to narrate: "I just found out that when You Chuan fell to the ground, I turned on the lights several times but they still couldn't turn on. Later I found out that the whole house was cut off at that time, and You Chuan wiped his hand wet with wine It went into the fuse box, and it made a short circuit. I really don't see an explanation for it other than suicide." "Well, not only did he wet his hands, but he also drenched himself with wine. It's a pity, those are all aged whiskeys that are more than twenty years old. But..." Tong Xiao poked the folder again, "That night's Only wine and champagne will be served at the banquet, no whiskey." "It should be the hidden bar of director Zhang Naichi of West Bund Chemical? I saw a small bar in his office, filled with all kinds of whiskey. But after You Chuan died last night, it became a mess, and all the bottles were gone. It was smashed and the wine spilled all over the floor." "Yeah, when I went to the scene this morning, I could still smell a strong smell of alcohol. Hehe, it's really good wine." Meng Feiyang echoed: "It must be Mr. Zhang's cherished collection. He is really unlucky." "Yes, yes, apart from Kosuke Youchuan last night, Mr. Zhang was the only one who was unlucky." Police officer Tong said There was a bit of schadenfreude in the tone, as if men of the same sex like Zhang Naichi were known for their looks, men would have a kind of instinctive contempt, "But let's talk about Zhang Naichi later, and continue to talk about Youchuan for now. Well, then Say you concluded that Yukawa committed suicide because he put his wet hand into the fuse box and was electrocuted to death?"