Fujiwara Yu deliberately chose the single sofa closest to Yamamoto Koji. He wrinkled his nose and smelled the familiar pungent perfume, which came from Toyama Kazuha's diary.

It turned out that it wasn't Yuanshan Zaoshu's perfume that was sprayed on her, it was on him.

Yamamoto Koji didn't choose to sit on the sofa, but instead moved a dining chair to sit directly opposite, as if he were attending an interview. Fujiwara Yuu coughed dryly, and Otaki Goro, understanding, quickly said:

"Mr. Yamamoto, first of all, thank you for the clues you provided, which allowed us to successfully identify the suspect. Secondly, the purpose of our visit is to ask... Do you really not remember the license plate number?"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Koji pushed his thin-rimmed glasses, straightened his back, and the smile in his eyes became even wider. Perhaps it was because he heard the police's thanks to him, but there was a hint of pride in his smile.

But he quickly concealed his emotion, even changing it into an expression of serious thought. After a while, he replied with regret:

"Officer Otaki, I'm truly sorry. I simply can't remember the license plate number of that car. It's all my fault for not consulting the owner, otherwise this wouldn't have happened."

At the end of his speech, Yamamoto Koji raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, as if wiping away tears.

Hattori Heiji couldn't hold back his anger when he saw this scene. He pressed his tongue against his back teeth with an unhappy look on his face. If he hadn't turned his head to the side, Yamamoto Koji would have noticed it.

Fujiwara Yu was also amused by his performance. He turned the watch on his wrist, indicating that Otaki Goro could start talking about the next thing.

"Mr. Yamamoto, there's actually another question we want to ask you. It's about your ex-wife."

As Otaki Goro said this, Yamamoto Koji, who had lowered his head, put down his hand that had been rubbing the corners of his eyes. The smile on his face disappeared for a moment, but it quickly returned. He pushed up his glasses again and asked:

"My ex-wife? Why are you suddenly mentioning her?"