Chapter 26 third quarter
Patients who got off the platform of Hamamatsu Station were immediately moved to the empty waiting room in the middle of the night. They were gently laid horizontally on the sofa without even taking off their short black shoes.His delirium had ceased and he fell into a deep coma.
The doctor injected him with camphor during first aid.The patient's pulse was unstable, and sometimes there was an irregular heartbeat, and his body temperature had dropped to thirty degrees.After the doctor hurriedly measured his blood pressure, he found that the situation was very bad.
"Give me glucose and vitamins."
They roll up their sleeves and administer injections to the malnourished wrists of their patients.After observing for about five minutes, there was still no improvement.
The doctor shook his head, as if announcing that the patient was hopeless, and the nurse nodded silently.The patient's breathing gradually became weak and irregular, and the time between each breath became longer and longer. Even the station staff and assistants could see that his life was coming to an end.
Soon, the patient's lips became cyanotic.Freight trains whistled and took a while to pass the station.The roar of the train gradually faded away, and when it could no longer be heard, the passenger on the sofa died.
Doctors took his pulse, listened to his heartbeat, checked his pupils, and pronounced the patient dead.The nurse covered the dead man's face with gauze.
"What's the cause of death? Is it a heart attack?" asked the station attendant who had been watching with a worried expression from just now.
"No, it seems to be drug poisoning. I think it should be substantial poisoning, but the correct cause of death can only be determined after an autopsy. In short, please report to the police, and say that someone's death was not simple."
The police officers arrived at the station shortly after and began to check the dead man's clothes to clarify his identity. At this time, they found a strange thing, that is, all the tags on the clothes were cut off.
In the pocket of the deceased was a battered pigskin wallet containing twenty brand-new 1,000-yen bills neatly folded in half, but not even a business card.
"That's weird, if only I could find something..."
The police officer was talking to himself, and continued to rummage through every pocket in his coat, but he could only find tissues, handkerchiefs, and a third-class ticket.Although he investigated the trousers worn by the corpse, he found very limited results. He only took out a gray wool product twisted into a strange shape from the waist pocket.
He gave up looking for pockets and began investigating the trunk.However, the suitcase contained only a change of clothes and toiletries, but no name or address, nor anything that would identify him.It is really hard to imagine that someone would choose to commit suicide in a sleeper car, and it is more reasonable to say that he was poisoned.Then, it seems that someone wanted to conceal the man's identity, cut off the tag on the man's clothes, and took his business card.
"Is this a fake beard?" The young station attendant on the side suddenly asked.At the flower viewing festival this spring, he would put on a fake beard to pretend to be an army general, so he could tell it at a glance.After he said this, everyone suddenly realized that the thing really looked like a fake beard.Because it was stuffed in the pocket before, it was so crooked, otherwise it should have looked good.
At this point, the officer rummaged through the pockets of the suitcase, pulled out a piece of paper and stared at it.That piece of paper seemed to be cut from a newspaper or magazine, and when it was turned over, it was printed with dense text.
"Who is this person again?"
"This is a photo of Kosuke Nishinomata, you should remember, the one who was killed in Tokyo..."
"Oh, the man from some textile company?"
"That's right, he cut out the photo of President Donghe Textile from the newspaper."
"That's strange, why does he carry such a thing?"
"Wait a minute, let me see that fake beard."
After finishing the crooked fake beard, the police officer picked up the gauze and gently placed the beard under the nose of the deceased. Referring to the photo, he corrected the curvature of the beard twice, then took a step back, as if appreciating a work of art. , looking straight at him.
"How? Does it look like someone?"
"It seems! It's really like it!...It's exactly the same!" The doctor shouted excitedly.The others were petrified, staring fixedly at the bearded dead man.
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