Four years old is the age of remembering things. At the age of seven, under the guidance of his parents, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought that he was growing up in a better direction. But on an ordinary day, just like the usual dinner time, what was in his heart
The clock suddenly stopped running.
He still remembers listening to his mother's words carefully, hiding in the closet and witnessing the murderer brutally taking away his mother's life, and he can still hear the murderer's whispers and weird songs in his ears.
The murderer seemed to be looking for something, but Zhu Fu Jingguang could not recall what the murderer was singing. Every time he recalled it, fear would break through the defenses in his heart, as if he was forcing himself to forget those important memories.
But the scene of the murderer stumbling against the wall cabinet was still vivid in his mind, and the goblet tattoo in the dim light was his eternal nightmare for fifteen years.
But now it seems that maybe I made a mistake from the beginning.
Is the tattoo he saw really a goblet?
After Zhufu Jingguang heard Fujiwara Yu's question, he did not hesitate and answered honestly:
"...Well, I do think so, so when I meet strangers over the years, I always subconsciously look at their arms to see if they have a tattoo of a goblet."
"It's actually normal for you to have such thoughts. When you believe in something 10,000%, then it will become a fact. This is a certain state of mind, which is the so-called '
Believe in the law'."
After Yu Fujiwara paused for a moment, he drew the scorpion tattoo on the back of the motorcycle shop clerk's neck from memory. He pointed at his drawing and continued:
"This is Mr. Clerk's scorpion tattoo, and his shape is similar to a goblet, so I think we can expand the scope of the investigation. We are not looking for men with goblet tattoos on their arms, but looking for men with similar goblet tattoos on their arms."
Tattooed man.”
"Do you believe in the law? I think Fujiwara's words are quite reasonable. Otherwise, let's do this. We should get a lot from visiting and investigating together."
Yin Dahang can understand why Zhu Fu Jingguang believes in the law, because for Zhu Fu, solving the tragic death of his parents has become his motivation and even one of the reasons for becoming a policeman, so he will try his best to solve the problem.
Finish.
His strong belief in solving the case will force him to believe that all the images in the memory fragments are 100% accurate, but ignore some details.
For example, Zhu Fu Jingguang's hiding place was a dimly lit wall cabinet, and he was only a child at the age of seven. When facing the murderer of his parents, he was probably in a state of extreme fear.
The two combined will lead to memory confusion and the identification of the man with the goblet tattoo on his arm as the real murderer of his parents.
As an experiencer of the incident and also a victim, Zhu Fu Jingguang never considered that his memory would be biased, but looking at it now... it was indeed that his thoughts had solidified, and the subtle psychological hints made him firmly believe in the goblet.
The pattern is the murderer's tattoo.
He raised his eyes to look at the two people who were still waiting for his reply. The upward curve of the corners of his mouth was no longer a sign of gentleness and politeness that represented a good tutor, but an open heart to sincerely accept the other person's kindness towards him.
At the same time, it was also determined that Fujiwara Yu and Yin Dahang would be close friends besides Zer.
"Well, I also think this is the best solution, thank you."
Hearing this thank you also made Yin Dahang feel strange. He had long regarded Zhu Fu and others as close friends whom he could rely on, so he was not used to being thanked by his close friends.
Fujiwara Yu thought that his thoughts were more delicate. Although he could not express this change in words, he felt that from now on, he and Morofu should be friends who can confide secrets.
He raised his right hand and looked at the surface, noticing that it was still ten minutes before the dinner time, and reminded:
"A friendly reminder that it is now 17:50 Tokyo time, and the dinner party will start in 10 minutes."
Yin Dahang has always attached great importance to the concept of time. Perhaps because of his girlfriend, he is used to arriving early, so the thing he hates most is being late.
When he heard that there were still ten minutes left, he silently calculated the distance in his mind and said quickly:
"What are you two still doing here? Run away!"
"Hey? Monitor, please slow down!"
Fortunately, the three of them did not go out wearing police academy uniforms, otherwise they really looked a bit like police academy students training in the street. When Fujiwara Yu took a step forward, he quickly turned on the "human body air conditioning" ability of the power of wind to keep his body dry and not drained.
The state of sweating is really a must-have skill in summer.
But soon he didn't dare to use this ability because Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice fell softly into his ears.
"Huh? Why did it suddenly become cooler?"
Fujiwara Yu, who felt guilty, kept his face expressionless, touched the tip of his nose and said calmly:
"It must be that the store I passed by just now has air conditioning, but now I don't feel cool anymore."
Of course, Morofushi Kagemitsu had no doubts, and Fujiwara Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, ordinary people would not suspect that this cool feeling was caused by "ordinary people".
It seems that the power of wind really cannot be used indiscriminately in the future. Thinking of this, Fujiwara felt a little elated. He really didn't like the feeling of sweating in the summer, and it was very uncomfortable for Sticky Lake.
Fortunately, the place where the dinner was held was not far from the Auto Repair Street, and we successfully arrived in less than five minutes.
The venue for the dinner was chosen by networking guru Kenji Akihara. It is a very cost-effective Japanese family restaurant. More than ten people naturally chose the independent private room on the second floor, which is private and suitable for dinner and chat.
"Hey, why did you three come together?"
As soon as the door was opened, Matsuda Jinpei's voice came out from inside. He smiled and waved to them, indicating that the boys should sit in his row, which was in sharp contrast to the girls participating in the sorority opposite.
When Fujiwara Yu entered the door, he noticed that the protagonist Akihara Kenji who organized the party was not present. He deliberately did not sit in the seat next to Matsuda. After sitting down, he asked aloud:
"Where are the people from Qiuyuan? Didn't you come together?"
"The ag guy said he ran out of lucky perfume, so he went to the mall to buy perfume. I didn't like the smell of the perfume, so I didn't go with him." Matsuda Jinpei held his chin and yawned, and he took a look
Looking at the time displayed on his phone, he curled his lips and said, "I guess I chatted with someone on the road again."
Matsuda Jinpei, who was a young tame, really didn't understand why Akihara Kenji was so popular. He stared at half-moon eyes and handed the menu to Fujiwara who was sitting across the table, with a sullen look on his face, obviously looking at himself.
So why is it that even though I have good looks, good academic performance, and very strong hands-on skills, I am so unfavorable to the opposite sex?
After receiving the menu, Fujiwara Yu walked over to Yin Dahang and began to discuss the food. He didn't notice Matsuda's displeasure at all. As for another pair of young tamers and dyers, they had already gathered together to discuss how to make the free side dishes given away by this store.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. The girls from the police academy sitting opposite were also talking quietly, but no one noticed Matsuda Jinpei's confusion, which made him even more depressed.