Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 238: Should I give it to you or to him?
A musty smell of damp cardboard spreads in the air, and it has faded to the point where it is hard to see what color it is. A thin and shivering young man is curled up on the sofa. The cold has made him feel cold all over. He can only roll up the blanket as much as possible to calm himself down.
The remaining warmth after getting out of bed can be preserved.
His name is Yamazaki Katsuya. He is twenty-five years old. He is not a vagrant, but a diligent and hard-working home delivery boy.
His reputation in the street is not good, and this is because he has a disgraceful past - he was anxious to raise money for his mother's medical treatment, and after being arrested and imprisoned for robbery, he did not even see his mother for the last time.
The title of "criminal record" cannot be shaken off no matter how hard you try.
Yamazaki Katsuya was lost in the lake and groped around him, and finally found the old flip phone with a broken screen. When he saw the time displayed on it, he ignored his physical discomfort and hurriedly put on his slippers and a blanket to find it and put it in the bedroom.
courier box.
It contains the ballet costume that Tomomi Matsushima has longed for. He is also looking forward to the ballet performance on the weekend. He plans to use the savings he has saved for two months to buy a decent outfit and dress up to watch her first time.
Performance.
But just as he moved the express box to the door and squatted down to change his shoes, he heard the sirens coming from far away and finally stopped not far ahead.
This made Yamazaki Katsuya a little unable to hold back. He knew what was not far in front of his house. When he realized something was wrong, he stepped on his slippers and ran out, completely ignoring his own image and just wanted to see what happened.
When he saw the police car with flashing lights parked in front of Songdao's house, fear arose in his heart.
Yamazaki Katsuya stared blankly at the Matsushima home where the yellow cordon was put up. He raised his flip phone with trembling hands and tried to dial Matsushima Tomomi's mobile phone number.
Surprisingly, the call was answered.
"Tomomi? Are you okay? That's great!" Yamazaki Katsuya didn't notice at all that there was no sound from the other side. He quickly calmed down after getting excited. While calming down his ups and downs, he asked: "Where is your home?"
What happened next?"
The voice that answered him was not Tomomi Matsushima's voice, but a male voice that was deliberately pinched at the throat, disgustingly sharp.
"you guess"
A voice I’ve never heard before, who is he? Why is he using Tomomi’s cell phone?
"All--"
Before Yamazaki Katsu could react, the call was hung up directly. After the busy signal, he also realized that something was wrong, but his legs kept shaking at this time.
He is afraid, afraid that what he is thinking is the truth, afraid of facing the reality that he does not want to accept.
——"Oh my god, I just saw blood all the way inside the door. The little girl must have died miserably."
——"Really or not? The little girl from the Matsushima family died? It's so pitiful."
But often at times like this, people passing by will tell you that this is the truth, that everything you think is true and has happened irreversibly.
Yamazaki Katsu didn't know how he got home. He looked at the express box placed at the entrance in a daze. Thinking of the time he had agreed to deliver the express, he squatted down and knocked it with his old flip phone.
My own brain wants to numb myself with pain.
Will I be able to win her back if I don't oversleep? Damn it, I'm such a loser and can't do anything well.
Mom is like this, even Tomomi...
Damn it.
Yamazaki Katsuya sat in front of his house, he did not have the courage to go to Matsushima's house, he could not face Mrs. Matsushima who had lost his beloved daughter.
——"It seems like something happened to the Matsushima family? Oops, I just said that something will happen to their family. Tomomi always associates with that unlucky person, and something will happen sooner or later!"
Listening to someone outside the door deliberately talking loudly about this matter, Yamazaki Katsuya buried his head on his knees. He even began to wonder if he was really unlucky, and it was precisely because of this that Tomomi was killed.
——"A person's head is not a decoration. You must know how to think from someone else's perspective. Ask yourselves how much harm it will cause to the other party if what you just said is heard by Ms. Matsushima."
Yamazaki Katsuya slowly raised his head and looked at the closed door of his home. He gradually realized that this was not the time to regret and blame himself. He should find a way to help the police arrest the guy who killed Tomomi.
Thinking of this, he stood up and pushed open the door of his home, looking at the purple-haired police officer who was standing outside and was raising his hand to ring the doorbell.
The person who said such words must be able to catch the murderer.
After welcoming the purple-haired police officer and Tomomi's friends into the house, Yamazaki Katsuya felt a little nervous. He was worried that someone would look at him through colored glasses. After realizing that his home was in a mess, he quickly started to tidy it up and wanted to clear it.
Provide a piece of land for these three people to sit.
"I have a few questions to ask you. Can you tell me your name?"
Hearing the purple-haired police officer's question, Yamazaki Katsuya stopped what he was doing, turned around and straightened his messy bird's nest hairstyle. His voice was a little hoarse due to illness:
"My name is Yamazaki Katsuya, and I belong to Tomomi... I am the home delivery person who is going to deliver express to Tomomi."
Did he want to say that he was Tomomi's friend? Was he worried that his poor reputation in the community would affect the police's judgment on the case? Sure enough, he was able to open the door so quickly because he heard their words.
Talk.
Thinking of this, Fujiwara Yu changed his usual questioning method, his tone was as gentle as possible and his speaking speed slowed down:
"If you are sick, just sit on the sofa and talk. Don't feel nervous. I came here to ask, do you and Tomomi have an appointment at what time to receive the express delivery?"
"Six o'clock. We originally agreed to sign for the express delivery at six o'clock, but I...overslept." Yamazaki Katsuya sat on the sofa with his head hanging down. He clutched the flip phone in his hand tightly. If he hadn't overslept,
alright.
Hattori Heiji rubbed his chin and started thinking. He originally thought that the courier who delivered the courier was most likely the murderer, but judging from the current time, it was not necessarily possible. Moreover, Yamazaki Katsu also looked like he had a bad cold. He could really be alone.
Subdue the victim?
"correct!"
Yamazaki Katsuya, who was still weak, suddenly remembered something important, but when he got excited, he started coughing violently. Seeing this, Toyama Kazuha took out the honey-flavored throat lozenges that she carried with her from her pocket, and she stuffed it into Yamazaki's chest.
Instructions in hand:
"Take a lozenge and talk about it later, don't be in a hurry."
"Ahem...thank you."
The slightly honey-flavored throat lozenges gradually calmed Yamazaki Katsuya down. He coughed twice and then said slowly:
"Actually, after I heard the siren, I called Tomomi to confirm her safety. Well...but the person who answered the phone was a man who deliberately changed his voice!"
"Really? Show me your phone!
"
Yamazaki Katsu didn't expect that the person who was so excited was this dark-skinned boy. He held the phone and looked at the purple-haired police officer. His eyes seemed to be asking: Should I give it to you or to him?