Fujiwara Yu, who is delicate and sensitive, is also very good at insight. He noticed that Morofushi Kageguang's hands were constantly exerting force, causing wrinkles in the photos. It seems that he was unwilling to tell the reason and was not just trying to use himself.
I have the power to solve the case and avenge my parents, but I'm afraid there are also psychological obstacles.
After he and Yin Dahang looked at each other, they took a step forward and stood in front of Zhu Fu and said:
"He just thought the goblet tattoo was cool and wanted to know where he got it."
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Zhufu Jingguang didn't expect Fujiwara to say such words. He lowered his head and noticed that the photo was about to be rubbed to pieces. He quickly released his hand and smoothed it carefully. After calming down, he smiled sheepishly:
"Sorry, the photo is wrinkled."
"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay. If you want to know where Mr. Irie got his tattoo, you have to ask him himself!" Gai Shouyi smiled nonchalantly as he took the photo.
Monobe, who had been "watching the show" behind the counter for a long time, raised his half-moon eyes on Wednesday and complained:
"Aren't you police academy students? Even if you think tattoos are cool, you can't get them."
"Just asking, we won't violate school rules!" Yin Dahang said with a hearty smile, secretly giving Fujiwara a thumbs up in his mind. This reaction speed and emotional intelligence are both good. I give you a thumbs up.
Monobe showed a speechless expression on Wednesday. The cat-eyed guy just now was so excited that he banged the table. In the end, he wanted to ask Mr. Irie where he got his tattoo. It was really outrageous.
Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally knew that the two of them were excusing himself, so he smiled gratefully and said:
"Mr. Clerk, I'm sorry to disturb your business, so we'll leave first. Of course, I would also like to thank Mr. Wai Shou for answering my question."
"Hahaha, you're welcome. It's fun to help others!"
Zhufu Jingguang walked out of the store and looked at Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang who were standing beside him. He wanted to tell the story about his parents, but he didn't know how to say it... Who made him suffer such huge trauma?
, and also lost part of the memory, and even became more and more blurred with age.
This feeling was very uncomfortable, and it also made Zhu Fu Jingguang anxious, because he was worried that one day he would forget all the information about the case. Does that mean that he would never be able to avenge his parents?
At least the murderer who arbitrarily deprived others of their lives must be brought to justice, so he will become stubborn and believe that only he, the only person involved, can solve the case.
"If you don't want to say something, don't force yourself."
Zhufu Jingguang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words. He was a little surprised that the person who said this was Fujiwara Yu, not squad leader Yin Da. Because in his knowledge - Fujiwara rarely said such words. His words
Not much, but it always gives people the feeling that he doesn't mind other people's business.
Sensing the gaze of others, Fujiwara Yuu put his hands in his pockets and said lazily with his eyelids drooping:
"It's normal for people to have secrets. Won't you keep them secret for me?"
"Hmm? Is there any hidden secret between the two of you?" Yin Dahang also spoke up at the right time to lighten the atmosphere, but the gossipy look on his face was true.
"The time you and I went out, I noticed that there was a small crack in Morofushi's door. When I was going downstairs, I just caught his snickering expression from the corner of my eye." Fujiwara Yu explained calmly.
Yin Dahang was a little surprised when he heard this. He showed a strange expression and said:
"Huh? I didn't expect you, Zhufu, to be interested in eavesdropping in the corner?"
"Squad leader Yin Da, what are you talking about? I don't have that kind of interest, okay?!" Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice couldn't help but raise a few points. He frowned and explained: "Actually, I also planned to go out that time.
But as soon as I opened the door, I heard the two of you standing in the corridor talking openly. This is not eavesdropping in the corner."
"So that's it, hahaha, I'm sorry I misunderstood you!"
Zhu Fu Jingguang knew very well that Squad Leader Yin Da wanted to change the topic quickly, and it was a lie that he was not moved when he saw the two of them thinking about themselves.
He was paranoid when it came to facing his parents. He didn't even tell his brother Zhu Fu Gaoming that he became a police officer just to solve the case that was weighing on his heart.
A helping hand.
Because he is afraid that everyone involved in this incident will become unfortunate, he no longer wants anyone to leave his side...especially the people he cares about, including those who are gradually planning to be included in the "friends" column.
Fujiwara Yu et al.
But Zhu Fu Jingguang knew very well that a person's power was limited. If he shut out those who wanted to help him now, he would never be able to get out of the dark wall cabinet.
After Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a long time, he raised his head again with a hint of embarrassment on his face. He stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of his nose and shifted his gaze to the side, not daring to look at the two people in front of him:
"Well, actually I have something to ask you all."
Yin Dahang couldn't help but pause after hearing these words. He didn't expect that Jing Guang would finally be willing to open up and tell his past. He put his arms around the shoulders of the two people beside him and said with a smile:
"No matter what it is, Fujiwara and I will do our best to assist you, and Fukitani and the others should also be looking forward to you saying such a request!"
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu also nodded, saying that he would go all out. He reached out and subconsciously touched the disinfectant spray in his trouser pocket, but contracted his fingers because he found that he did not seem to be as resistant to physical contact as before.
Hooking up between friends seems to be acceptable.
After Zhu Fu Jingguang thought it over in his mind, he looked seriously and said:
"I would like to ask you to help me investigate Mr. Irie, is that okay?"
Zhufu Jingguang really wanted to know whether Mr. Irie was the murderer he was looking for. He had no idea at all. Because the tattoo he saw back then was on his upper arm, while Mr. Irie's tattoo was on his shoulder.
, so he always felt that Mr. Irie had nothing to do with his parents’ case.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! However, this is the only time he has been close to the "murderer" in fifteen years, and the first time he has investigated a man with a goblet tattoo. He really doesn't want to give up anything.
Clues even made him doubt his own memory.
"Okay, but I think we can expand the scope of the investigation."
After hearing Fujiwara Yu's answer, Zhufu Jingguang was pulled away from his thoughts, and he asked with some confusion:
"Expand the scope of the investigation?"
"Fujiwara, are you trying to investigate other people with tattoos?" Yin Dahang vaguely realized the meaning of Fujiwara's words and asked aloud.
Fujiwara Yuu thought of the motorcycle shop clerk's scorpion tattoo. He fished out the police manual from his pocket, took out a black ballpoint pen and made corrections on it. Then he spread the manual flat and asked instead of explaining in a hurry:
"What does this look like to you?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang and Yin Dahang's eyes fell on the police manual, and within three seconds they said in unison:
"goblet."
"But it's not the goblet I drew."
"Why?"
Fujiwara Yu once again picked up the pen and started scribbling and correcting it. After a minute, he explained aloud:
"Actually, I just used a little psychological suggestion and deliberately painted the drawn content in black. After seeing such an outline inside, I reflexively thought that the drawn content was a goblet."
Morofushi Kagemitsu looked at the redrawn picture next to him. It must be said that Fujiwara's painting level was very high. He could tell at a glance that the object he painted was an hourglass.
The goblet and hourglass, when filled with black, are similar to the images seen in memory.
"Zhufu, in your memory, do you always think that the murderer is the man with the goblet tattoo on his arm?"