Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 270: How can such words be said?
July 28, 13:10 pm.
Hotel Granvia Osaka Vischio, seventh floor.
A woman with long black curly hair in casual clothes stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a sad face and looked into the distance. She turned sideways and looked at the photo frame placed on the low table. The photo was a photo of a man and a woman.
She reached out and picked up the group photo that she always carried in her suitcase wherever she went to work. Thinking of the phone call from the police just now, she couldn't help but recall the news she received three years ago that her fiancé Hikaru Soma had died unexpectedly.
Why do people close to me disappear one by one?
You can't give yourself absolute musicality and singing voice, so you can take away more important things.
Winter winter winter.
There was a knock at the door.
The woman put down the photo frame and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She walked to the door and stretched out her hand to open the door.
The ones standing outside the door were naturally Fujiwara Yu and Hattori Heiji. The former did not forget to take out his police officer ID. Due to the bad nature of the case, his tone sounded a lot stiffer:
"Hello, I am Detective Sosuke Takaji of the Osaka Police Headquarters Investigation Section 1. Are you Ms. Imamura's friend, Ms. Akiba Reiko?"
"Well, I am." Reiko Qiu Ting looked coldly at the young man standing behind Takashi, raised an eyebrow and asked: "Is the Osaka Police Headquarters very short of people? They actually recruit minors as assistants."
Fujiwara Yu could feel that Reiko Akiba did not welcome his arrival very much. He gestured backwards, and Hattori Heiji, who understood, had no choice but to walk towards the elevator entrance and wait.
He bowed slightly apologetically, his expression softening:
"Sorry, that child was the one who discovered Ms. Imamura's body, and is not a suspicious person."
"Oh, Mr. Police Officer, you came here...do you think I am the murderer?" Reiko Qiu Ting did not like to deal with the police. When her fiancé Sangma Guang died unexpectedly, the police interrogated her as the first suspect.
She just kept asking for details without looking at the evidence, so she didn't have any good impression of the police.
"Ms. Qiuting, you can rest assured that I will not draw direct conclusions without evidence. I just came here to ask about Ms. Imamura's social connections. As her friend, you should know where she likes to go on weekdays, right? Or maybe
Does she have other close friends?" Fujiwara Yu was not annoyed by the other party's attitude. He even tried to put on a business fake smile in an attempt to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
As a soprano, Akito Reiko will naturally participate in many social activities, and she can naturally tell whether the smile of the person in front of her comes from the heart. She puts her hands in her pockets and leans against the floor-to-ceiling window, and the backlight clearly captures her expression:
"Fujiko became introverted after her parents passed away, so she only talked to me more. I have never heard of her having any other close friends. As for the only place she likes to go is her home. She has
I said you will feel safe if you stay at home."
She has simple social relations, is introverted, and is a stay-at-home girl. It seems necessary to go to her home to investigate.
Fujiwara Yu took out his business card and handed it to Akiba Reiko. Now that he got the answer he wanted, there was no need to linger. He raised the corners of his mouth and tried to maintain a smile:
"Ms. Qiuting, thank you for your cooperation. This is my business card. If you have any clues to provide, just call the number above. Of course, you can also call if you are in danger, and I will come right away."
When the murderer's motive was uncertain, it was still necessary to remind Reiko Qiu Ting, a friend of the victim, to ensure his own safety. He had just noticed that when the other party opened the door, he did not look at the person outside the door through the peephole at all.
Just open the door directly.
"Wait a moment."
"Ms. Qiuting, is there anything else?"
"Fujiko... was it painful when she died?"
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but pause. He was not good at lying and didn't like lying, but he was still happy to weave a white lie. He held the door with one hand and put his hand in his pocket, turned around and showed a comforting smile.
:
"Don't worry, she didn't feel any pain when she left."
"Well, thank you."
Fujiwara Yu closed the door and turned to the side when he met the gaze of Hattori Heiji. He raised his eyebrows and asked if the other party was hiding here to eavesdrop on their conversation. Hattori Heiji, who had a tacit understanding, shrugged his shoulders as acquiescence.
own eavesdropping behavior.
But before walking to the elevator, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Yingji, I don't think there is any need to lie. This kind of egregious case will be reported in the news after it is solved. She will definitely know that you lied to her."
"I know." Fujiwara Yuu walked into the elevator and closed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly uttered a few words: "But I don't know how to tell her the truth. Although she looks quite strong, I can see that she is crying.
Pass."
He really didn't know what to say, he couldn't tell her: your friend died miserably, the body was cut into several pieces, and the arms used to play the piano have not been found yet.
How could such words be said out loud?
"That's true...but Brother Takaji, I wanted to ask before, why do you close your eyes every time you get in the elevator?" Hattori Heiji actually wanted to ask a long time ago, but he never found the opportunity to ask before.
Now that the two of them are alone, they can ask questions.
Fujiwara Yu knew that people who had taken the elevator with him many times would ask this question sooner or later. He looked calm and did not feel that the question offended him, and said half-truthfully:
"I was unlucky and fell while taking the elevator. From then on, I could only take the elevator with my eyes closed."
"Huh? You have encountered this kind of low-probability time. Brother Takaji, your luck is really bad." Hattori Heiji didn't expect that Sosuke Takaji had such bad luck. No wonder he often ran into accidents as a police officer.
Frequent vacations turn into overtime work, which is ultimately due to his bad luck.
"Yes, I suggest you stay away from me to avoid any bad luck."
"How can that work!" Hattori Heiji tried his best to stand on tiptoes and hook up with Takaji Sousuke's shoulders, with a heartless smile on his face: "I'm very lucky. The more you touch me, the better my luck will be!"
"...I really don't see how lucky you are. You can bump into a corpse when you go to the park." Fujiwara Yu glanced at Hattori Heiji suspiciously. The luck of the two of them can only be described as half a pound.
"Ahem, but Heye is very lucky. She won the second prize in a roadside lottery before."
"Oh, what did you draw?"
"Participation award, tissue paper."
Hattori Heiji felt unhappy when he thought about this. Kazuha randomly picked up the second prize by shaking it. He drew it three times but got the participation prize each time. He bought three packs of poor quality tissues for 1,500 yen.
It’s weird to be happy!
Fujiwara Yu shook off Hattori Heiji's hand on his shoulder with a look of disgust on his face, and walked out faster:
"You're so unlucky that you'd better stay away from me."
"No, Brother Yingji, haven't you heard of a saying? A negative is a positive. We two have bad luck. If we add it together, we will become super lucky!"
"...You think too much. Two unfortunate people will be extremely unfortunate together."