After hearing this sentence, the three people standing in front of the counter couldn't help but turn around, wanting to know who the person who suddenly interrupted the topic was.
Wearing a peaked cap and a head of gray hair, you can tell that he is not young. The owner of the obvious corners of his eyes and the two deep figure-shaped lines that silently declare wrinkles is very fond of smiling.
Datehang turned around and recognized the man who made the noise. He smiled and said hello:
"Are you the guard at the laundry?"
"You can't do this, Mr. Sotomoru." Monobe, who was standing at the counter, held his waist with one hand on Wednesday and said in a helpless tone. This directly revealed the customer's information and asked him what to do.
The foreign guard smiled and waved his hands, and said in a brisk tone:
"Don't worry, these three young men will all be policemen from now on! Moreover, they saved my life in a convenience store before. They are absolutely good kids!"
Was he originally a student of the police academy? A certain natural-sounding classmate came to Mononobe's mind on Wednesday. He stared at his half-moon eyes and whispered in his heart: That kid is actually a future policeman? He thought he was a gangster who stayed home from school.
"Ah sneeze!"
Matsuda Jinpei, whose cigarettes were confiscated by instructor Onizuka, was assigned to clean the rooftop. He didn't know whether it was the dust or someone scolding him, but he couldn't hold it back and sneezed.
"Jinpei-chan, maybe a girl is talking about you." Hagiwara Kenji, who was helping with the cleaning, joked with a smile.
"Tch, it's probably the ghost guy who's scolding me!" Matsuda Jinpei doesn't think his personality is popular. Speaking of it, he hasn't understood why Hagi is so popular since he was a child.
"Speaking of which, I just saw Xiao Fujiwara and the others leaving school."
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked: "Them? Who else?"
Hagiwara Kenji clapped his fingers and said:
"Morofushi, squad leader and Fujiwara, there are three of them in total. I think they probably followed Xiao Morofushi out."
"Oh... that guy Zhufushi probably wants to investigate the goblet tattoo. Do you have any special opinions on this matter?" Matsuda Jinpei had asked Furitani about the goblet tattoo.
So he also knew about the case of the tragic death of a couple in Nagano Prefecture. He understood that this was a knot in Morofushi's heart, so as a friend, he wanted to lend a helping hand.
Hagiwara Kenji expressed his analysis while mopping the floor:
"This was a case fifteen years ago. The current criminal prosecution period is only fifteen years. If the man with the goblet tattoo is the murderer Zhu Fu wants to find, things will be in trouble."
"You mean the murderer has been secretly observing Zhufu and dared to appear in his life because the effective prosecution period for the crime has passed?" Matsuda Jinpei's expression became serious. If this inference is true, Zhufu Jingguang's
The situation is dangerous.
"This is just my inference. There are still many possibilities. Just like the man with the goblet tattoo just happens to have such a tattoo. Although Nagano Prefecture and Tokyo are quite close, there is still a certain distance.
"
"Let's ask some time in the evening. Aren't Fujiwara and the monitor following?"
"Yeah, so clean the rooftop, otherwise there won't even be a place for trysts."
"...Hagi, can't you use a more normal word?"
"Hahahahaha, just kidding, Xiao Zhenping, your expression is really interesting."
Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes. He wanted to complain about something but chose to give up. He really couldn't beat his own little tamed in a quarrel, and he knew this well.
At this moment, in the motorcycle shop, after hearing what the laundry worker Wai Shouyi said, Zhu Fu Jingguang knew that the man in front of him must know something about the man with the goblet tattoo, and he quickly asked:
"Mr. Gai Shou, what kind of person is the Mr. Irie you are talking about?"
"He owns a hardware store, but he's not around here. He probably doesn't like to talk much in terms of personality, just like this young man." Gaimou pointed at Fujiwara Yu who was standing nearby and said.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Wai Shouichi would actually have an influence on him, but the fact that he didn't like to talk was just nonsense. He was obviously quite talkative, but he just preferred listening to talking.
Pointing at Fujiwara Yuu, he lowered the brim of his hat. Gai Shouichi lowered his head as if thinking, and murmured:
"Speaking of which, our neighborhood organized a hot spring trip last month, and he also went together."
"Really? Do you have any photos of him?"
"Mr. Irie doesn't like taking pictures."
However, as soon as Gai Shouyi finished speaking, Datehang, who was standing next to him, began to think deeply. He held his chin and looked to the side, reminding him very deliberately:
"When traveling in a group, group photos are usually taken before departure or during the trip, right?"
As soon as the outside guard was reminded by Datehang, he showed an expression of sudden realization. He put his right hand into his trouser pocket and took out an old-fashioned black leather wallet.
"I'm really useless now that I'm older. I've even forgotten about taking group photos!" He put up his wallet to protect his privacy, then took out a creased photo from above and pointed at it with a smile.
The uneasy-looking man in the photo said: "This is Mr. Irie, the one wearing a black vest behind me."
The man in the photo should be about 1.85 meters tall. He has a black coral hairstyle, sparse eyebrows, slender white eyes, and a drooping expression that looks unhappy. He does not look like the owner of a hardware store.
More like a gang member who collects protection money on the streets.
Especially the big gold necklace around his neck, Mr. Irie's appearance really makes people think that he is an extremely difficult person to get along with.
Fujiwara Yu, who studied psychology, looked at the photo carefully and judged the other person's psychological dynamics through facial expressions.
His eyebrows are not tightened, his eyes are looking straight ahead, and the corners of his mouth are drooped while his body is tilted to the side where no one is standing. This shows that Mr. Irie really doesn't like taking group photos, and he rarely interacts with others on weekdays.
Because of his lack of social interaction, he is unhappy and resistant to things he is not used to.
It seems that Mr. Irie is consistent with what Mr. Gaimu said, that he is a taciturn and unsocial person.
"But boy, why are you looking for someone with tattoos? You know, there are so many people getting tattoos now. This clerk has a scorpion tattoo on the back of his neck, and I also have a Guanyin tattoo on my upper arm."
Fujiwara Yu's eyes fell on the tattoos of the scorpion and the Guanyin statue. When he saw the former, he couldn't help but be startled, because the shape of the scorpion was similar to a goblet?
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the photo seriously, and cold sweat began to break out on his face. It was obvious that he was recalling the bloody nightmare fifteen years ago. He clenched the photo in his hand tightly and said:
"I...I just..."
He wanted to tell why he was looking for a man with a goblet tattoo on his arm, but he couldn't. It was like the case that hit him so hard that he suffered from aphasia, and invisible black hands pinched his neck tightly.
His neck made it impossible for him to explain the reason for his search.
"He just thought the goblet tattoo was cool and wanted to know where he got it."