Chapter 8 chapter eight

The next day, because of a helpless incident, I went to a publishing house in the back street of Ginza.This helpless matter is actually a matter of money, and I, who was shy in my pocket, went to advance some royalties.Fortunately, the publishing house happily lent me the amount I asked for.In a good mood, I stopped by the familiar bar that I haven't been to for a long time. The wine I drank on an empty stomach immediately hit my head, and I, who didn't have a lot of drinking scenes, quickly became drunk.At this moment, a headline in the evening newspaper that a man next to me was reading suddenly caught my attention.

The female educator committed suicide by taking poison, or she was the murderer of her husband. I rushed out of the bar immediately, bought four or five evening papers from a newspaper seller on the street, and started reading them as I walked.The newspaper said that Meizi's rescue was ineffective and she eventually died.And before she died, she didn't say a word, and the secret seemed to be sealed forever.However, since the suicide was unavoidable, the murderer who killed Tatsuya Kakawa was undoubtedly her... That's roughly what the newspapers reported. After reading it, I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, I still felt unfulfilled, but I decided to return to Kichijoji immediately, and took the tram.

It's the off-duty time, and the tram is full of people, no, they are almost squeezed out of the car. With difficulty, I squeezed onto the doorstep and reached out to grab the iron handle.I am basically a cautious person and have never played such a dangerous game before.It is said to be stepping on the pedal, but in fact it is just the tip of the toe. At any rate, it is just stepping on it, and it will fall upside down as soon as you let go.Probably because of the strength of alcohol just now, I performed this dangerous trick. The tram left Kanda and soon got on the viaduct.At this moment, Dongsi suddenly hurt my right hand holding the handle.At the same time, someone pressed hard on me.

"Ah, it hurts! ...Who is it? Be careful! ..." At first I thought that the metal part of the briefcase had touched me, but I immediately realized something was wrong.Someone was poking my hand on purpose.I can't help but shudder. "Who!...Hey, what are you doing!..." I wanted to turn my head to look at the other person's face, but the posture was so awkward that I couldn't even turn my head halfway. As if an awl had been stuck on the back of the hand, the sting became more and more severe.The weight on me was getting heavier and heavier. Ah, help, murdered...

The tram finally got on the viaduct.In an instant, something stabbed the back of my hand violently.what! ... I couldn't help but let go, and the world seemed to spin and leap into the sky.Then, I felt a violent shock all over my body, and fell into a pitch-black coma...