He went over and exchanged a few words with the boss. The boss seemed very happy, as if he had met an old acquaintance. He and Kamio Kaede chatted shoulder to shoulder, and even took out his cigarette case and offered cigarettes, but Kamio Kaede declined politely.

"Are you familiar with the boss?" Washio Moeka got ahead of Kamio Kaede, took out her pink wallet and paid for two bowls of noodles, making him laugh and cry.

"I'm not familiar with it, but I know the history of his hometown. The owner of this noodle shop is an authentic Chinese. His hometown is also known as the origin of Heyue and the birthplace of Xixuan. I know a little bit about it."

Washio Moeka said oh, and followed Kamio Kaede to find an empty seat to wait. She sat on a plastic stool with half her buttocks, her hands flat on her knees, not touching the table, and her back was straighter than the big poplar tree on the roadside. It looked like

A reserved female student.

Kamio Kaede thought it was funny and joked: "This is a Chinese noodle shop. You don't have to kneel on the tatami. What are you doing so honestly? You are not used to sitting down to eat?"

Washio Moeka sighed and relaxed a little, which was only reflected in the fact that her shoulders were a little slumped than before.

Kamio Kaede thought of the Japanese soldiers kneeling on the tatami solemnly, complimenting them with a serious look, "I'm starting." Then he picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a bowl of Lanzhou Ramen sprinkled with coriander and garlic cloves, and chewed it slowly.

I felt very happy.

The two of them didn't wait long before the boss shouted, "The noodles are ready." Kamio Kaede took a tray and walked over to serve the noodles, but they didn't expect Washio Moeka to follow her like a tail.

"Why are you following me? I can serve the noodles by myself."

"I'll take care of myself."

Washio Moeka said innocently, this seems to be the concept engraved in the bones of all Japanese people, they don't like to trouble others, and of course, they don't want anyone to trouble themselves.

Kamio Kaede smiled helplessly and pursed her lips behind her, "As soon as you leave, our position will be gone."

Washio Moeka looked back and saw that where she and Kamio Kaede had been sitting, two migrant workers had already sat down, took off their safety helmets and placed them on the table. They were stretching out their black fingers to point at the patterns on the wall.

menu.

She was a little helpless and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she was too embarrassed to go.

"Forget it, it's not easy for them to work for a day. They are all migrant workers struggling at the grassroots level. Let's go out to eat."

Kaede Kamio added some coriander and chili to his noodles, and a little vinegar to Washio Moe's noodles, and walked out with it.

Outside the noodle shop, there were also several people who looked like migrant workers sitting on the steps, each holding a bowl of noodles and devouring them.

Washio Moeka was completely stupid. She had never eaten on the roadside before, but Kamio Kaede generously found an open place to sit down, put down the tray, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe her.

I cleaned the steps, patted them, and motioned to come and sit down.

After she came over and sat down, Kamio Kaede picked up his noodles, bit open the plastic cover of the disposable chopsticks with his mouth, and stirred up a pile of diced meat, sesame sauce, coriander, chili, and pig ears. The aroma was fragrant.

Washio Moeka's bowl of noodles is lighter, with crystal clear noodles dipped in sesame sauce, crisp and delicious fine cucumber shreds, a few generous slices of beef, no coriander, no minced garlic, no chili.

He seems to be stoic.

She followed Kamio Kaede's example, clumsily mixing it with chopsticks, and then ate it in small bites.

This was the first time Kamio Kaede saw someone treat eating noodles like a fight. The people who came and went from the noodle shop were either office workers from nearby office buildings or migrant workers, and most of them wolfed down the noodles. Such a delicate and delicate girl sat obediently on the cement steps and ate the noodles.

A beautiful landscape.

"It's your first time eating like this. Isn't it both shy and novel?" Kamio Kaede said with a smile, "In my hometown, when I was a child, we had a cooperative. At that time, everyone was very motivated and full of energy.

Work hard just to live a good life.

In order to save time, people often eat bowls of noodles or dumplings on the roadside, and that’s how I grew up.”

Washio Moeka ate her noodles with her head down, her ears perked up as she listened, and she whispered back, "Then the people in your hometown must be very simple, right? It's not like here in Tokyo, where everyone likes to eat noodles and can't help but look down on them."

Don’t show off. And although this bowl of noodles looks messy, it’s really delicious.”

"Your bowl of clear soup with little water is nothing. When you add coriander and chili and mix it vigorously with chopsticks, it will be authentic!"

Washio Moeka said vaguely: "When I get rich in the future, I will pull out all the coriander and peppers in the world and make you people who like to eat coriander and peppers angry to death."

"Now that you have money, shouldn't you buy all the global limited edition Gundams first? You can only understand the order of priority in your dreams."

"Then I will open the world's largest Gundam comic exhibition first, and then use the remaining money to hire people to pull out all the coriander and peppers in the world!" the little girl vowed.

"Then I wish your wishes will come true and your dreams will come true."

Kamio Kaede ate most of the bowl of noodles in a short time, and then saw Washio Moeka next to her pushing her bowl this way, "I can't eat anymore, what should I do?"

"It's okay, I'll help you get rid of it. Anyway, I don't mind if it was gnawed by a pig." Kamio Kaede raised his eyebrows.

"You are a pig!" Washio Moeka frowned and played with chopsticks with her fingers. "Their noodles are too generous. One bowl is as good as three bowls of Yoshinoya udon. I can't eat it."

I'm going to die halfway through, but it tastes really good, just like you said."

Kamio Kaede poured her noodles into her bowl filled with coriander and chili peppers, and while stirring, she said: "In my hometown, there is an old saying that it is better to eat rice than to eat noodles, and to visit relatives is better to stay in a hotel, which roughly means pasta.

It is easy to swallow and very filling.

So I used to get up early and commute on the subway, and when I didn’t have time to cook, I would crack an egg and make a bowl of noodles, and I wouldn’t be hungry until noon.”

Washio Moeka held her chin and said with envy on her face: "What you say about your hometown is so interesting. This is the first time I heard it."

"There are so many words like this. In my hometown, an old man named Wen Hua said that if you borrow money from someone, you have to pay back twelve or thirty taels. There are three cobblers who are like Zhuge Liang and listen to it.

Seeing is false, seeing is true, the momentary strength depends on strength, the eternal victory or defeat depends on reason, there is no windfall, no horse, no night, no grass, no fat, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, even a single spark can start a prairie fire!"

Kaede Kamio rolled the last bite of noodles on his chopsticks and ate it in one gulp. After drinking the soup, he touched his belly and said with satisfaction: "There are many more similar ones. I will tell you about them for three days and three nights. When we have the opportunity in the future, we will

Tell me again."

He put away the bowls and chopsticks, snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go, eat and drink enough, it's time to go back to the office."

In the small conference room of the Criminal Division of the Shibuya Kita Police Station, three groups of criminal police officers who had each investigated the suspect met and began the next round of analysis.

Washio Moeka projected the information of the three people on the conference room screen. Kobe Ai and the former director of the mental hospital where Tomie Coco was adopted were close friends. After the former director died of illness, Kobe Ai took over as the director. The marriage status showed that

I am widowed and have a son who has settled in the United States. Every year before New Year's Day, I take my wife and daughter back to Tokyo to spend the New Year with my old father.

Kobe Ai is in poor health and suffers from a variety of geriatric diseases, including coronary heart disease and high blood pressure. He seems to have some signs of Alzheimer's disease, but his overall condition is quite good. He takes medicine on time every day and can barely maintain his current health condition.

Before entering Jiji Mental Hospital, Erihua was a university professor. After being diagnosed with mental illness, he retired early. It is said that he worked as an aid teacher in Okinawa for five years and appeared on the interview column of TV Asahi, which was highly praised.

.

After divorcing his wife in his early years, he lived alone. His wife raised his son and daughter, but the children have always refused to support their father. The hospital fee has always been paid by the school after deducting it from the pension to Hui Lihua.

Hui Lihua is in poor health, suffering from mild Parkinson's disease, and very severe liver cirrhosis and kidney disease, so she often suffers from defecation incontinence.

Therefore, Fujiang Coconut helps him clean up his toilet and mattress every day. It is possible that this sense of dependence caused the old man to have abnormal feelings for the silly girl, which can barely be regarded as a criminal motive.
Chapter completed!