Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Nagano Prefecture Case 4
The next day, An You finally got up after a rest, washed up, and was eating breakfast. Zhu Fu Gao Ming not only looked like a Scot, but he could also cook. What kind of special skill was this? Only people with black hair and blue eyes could master it.
Zhu Fu Gaoming was pushing the breakfast milk to him when the phone rang and he answered it immediately.
As if hearing some shocking news, he raised his eyes slightly, then whispered, "I understand."
An You joined in the fun and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There's a new discovery. If it's convenient, let's go check it out together."
So An You had to challenge her psychological limits again early in the morning.
Although it was a bit scary, he still followed Zhu Fu Gaoming out of trust.
The car stopped near Sugita's house, and Uehara Yui and Yamato Gansuke were talking to the forensic doctor.
Seeing them approach, Yamato Gansuke stepped forward and said straight to the point, "The time for the death check has been released. He must have been in an accident the night before you found him. That was the night of the 25th."
Yui Uehara: "He was murdered at night. The murderer probably took advantage of the others' sleep."
"Because his wife and children showed no signs of resistance, they were murdered in their sleep."
Yamato Gansuke said, "Sugita Ichiro's social connections have paid off. He has a good social standing and is always respected. Neighbors also say that although he doesn't visit his hometown often, when he does, he rarely causes trouble for others. He also gives fruits and vegetables from his yard to his neighbors and his younger brother."
Zhu Fu Gaoming: "So, did he get any results with No. 25, or even the people he interacted with before?"
Yui Uehara: "It's now confirmed that there are several people involved: his junior high school teacher, his neighbor, and a lunatic who's said to be a well-known psychopath in the neighborhood. He often sleeps near trash cans and likes to go around with a knife."
While the others were discussing, An You went up to the second floor. The scene had been cleaned up and restored to its original tidy environment. Sunlight poured in through the windows and everything was so peaceful. There were several connected rooms on the second floor, including a bedroom, a children's room, and a study. An You walked around the study, trying to find clues. Although his reasoning level didn't seem very good, his attention was attracted by a book, written in Portman language.
An You pulled out a book from the shelf and suddenly realized that this was exactly what he was looking for!
Text research!
However, he might not be able to answer the questions even after finishing reading this thick book, so he had to contact Jiro Sugita.
When I went to Jiro Sugita's house, he was weeding in the yard. He probably couldn't stand it anymore.
Sugita Jiro was weeding under the scorching sun, muttering, "The labor cost of yard repairs is too expensive, so I have to do it myself."
"There's some tea I just made on the bed. Don't be polite. Just treat this place as your own home."
An You: "I came here to discover this."
Sugita Jiro regained a lot of energy. He looked at the book in Anyou's hand and said, "This is what you found at your brother's house. It's fine. I'll try my best to translate it for you. But I need you to stay and help. I guess it will take until tonight to get the results."
An You hesitated for a while. Rather than being afraid, he was also curious about the truth. Besides, he couldn't keep delaying the translation.
I simply agreed to his request.
Having already decided to stay overnight, he had no choice but to report to Zhufu Gaoming and let him know his movements. Zhufu Gaoming was surprised by his behavior, "Wasn't he afraid before?"
An You: "There's nothing to be afraid of. For the secret of the treasure."
Zhu Fu Gaoming shook his head. Naturally, he did not believe the empty words he said.
But I still patiently told him, "Contact me anytime if you need anything. Don't act impulsively."
An You: "Okay."
He agreed very readily, but when it came time to do it, I had no idea what was going on.
At Jiro Sugita's house, he was the host and was responsible for tonight's dinner. Jiro Sugita's family was an ordinary family and did not live very well, so they had salted and green onion eggplant, broccoli, as well as miso soup, natto rice, and plum wine, which are extremely popular among most families.
In fact, when An You saw the vegetables, his appetite dropped sharply, but it was not his own home or his own organization, so he could not be picky.
When I finally tried it, it tasted surprisingly good. Jiro Sugita is very good at using seasonings and making the vegetables delicious.
Except for the natto mixed with rice, his mouth always felt sticky when he ate it, which he was not used to.
Every time I eat a mouthful of rice, I can’t help but drink more plum wine.
Sugita Jiro noticed, "You don't seem to like this diet?"
An You shook her head: "No, I'm just thirsty."
Sugita Jiro nodded: "Ah, I think I understand."
"By the way, let's study Boman together after dinner."
An You immediately became interested, "No problem, no problem."
At the desk where Sugita Jiro worked, the two sat opposite each other, one in charge of supervision and the other in charge of translation. This was originally their teamwork.
Anyou was in charge of supervision, but the waiting time was too long and I was so bored that I started to get plaque, so I started to slack off.
Jiro Sugita found the meaning of a word, translated it accurately, and then wrote it down.
Jiro Sugita was not impatient with the translation. He looked serious and was completely immersed in the world of studying niche texts.
An You held his face in his hands, lost in thought. To him, these wavy words looked like tadpoles.
Sugita Jiro responded in a busy manner, "If you are sleepy, go to the sofa and rest for a while. I can take care of it here."
Since he'd said so, An You naturally planned to lie down for a while, and when the time came, he'd get up and enjoy the fruits of his labor. Especially since the mild plum wine he'd drunk to alleviate the sticky sensation in his mouth had helped him sleep. He'd been afraid at first, but the rustling of pen strokes beside him, knowing Sugita Jiro was still awake, eased his fear considerably.
I fell asleep as soon as I said I would, and I didn't know when I slept.
There was a loud thunder outside, the sound was so loud, like a giant's snoring, and An You was awakened.
The room was pitch black. An You rubbed his eyes and looked out the transparent glass window. There were lightning and thunder, and it was raining heavily outside. It was an unexpected rainy moment.
An You stood in front of the French window, listening to the pounding water. He had intended to open it for some fresh air, but the moment he did, he was drenched in moisture. The thick, cold air washed over him head-on. The rain was so heavy, it felt like a hole in the sky. It was falling so fast. There was no way to react.
The raindrops were as big as beans, hitting her face so painfully that An You felt like her face was about to be smashed just by standing by the window.
He looked up at the sky: "Shuilong, Shuilong, stop crying!!"
The system was delighted: [I know this! ]
An You wiped the water stains off her face and said, "Don't get angry yet. Let me find my phone and see what time it is."
Although it was pitch black inside, the outside was slightly brighter due to the heavy rain. At least it looked brighter than inside.
The time on his phone showed one o'clock in the morning. I didn't expect that he could sleep until this time.
By the way, where is Jiro Sugita? Where did he go? Shouldn’t he be translating at this time? After he finished translating, the living room was empty.
An You shouted in the empty room, but there was no response.
His hand found the light switch on the wall.
The dazzling white light briefly dispelled the darkness, and Jiro Sugita was no longer in front of the table.
An You thought he had gone back to sleep, so she climbed up to the second floor. There were only two bedrooms on the second floor, one was the master bedroom and the other was the guest room, but now the doors of both rooms were open and it seemed that no one was there.
Wait, so it's one in the morning and Jiro Sugita is not at home.
It's raining heavily outside now.
So where did his translation go?
After a brief outage, he decided to call the police. As soon as he took out his phone, before he could even make a call, he received a Didi notification saying it was turned off.
His cell phone was out of battery, but he didn't bring any charging equipment.
When I'm really unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in my teeth.
Fortunately, there was a TV in the living room and the nightly news was still on.
"Recently, a major incident occurred in Nagano Prefecture: a university professor and his entire family were murdered. The exact cause and circumstances of the incident remain unknown. The police are fully investigating, and we remind the public to stay safe and lock their doors and windows to prevent retaliation."
What was being played on the screen happened to be a simulated case. An You frowned immediately, wondering how such a program could be broadcast at night.
The explanation program began with exciting background music. An You felt uneasy and had goose bumps all over her body. She simply picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
The rain is still falling outside the window, it's pouring down, and I'm the only one at home, which is very strange.
There was really no other way, so he had to wait here for a while. If Sugita Jiro came back, he could rest assured. If he didn't come back, he would have to worry about whether something had happened to the translator.
An You was lying on the sofa in the living room, hugging a pillow and staring out the window. Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. As the bright light struck down, the room suddenly became dark, and An You was immediately plunged into darkness. Was there a power outage?
What is the situation now? How can we live without electricity?
An You groped his way downstairs and opened the door. He remembered the location of the circuit and thought maybe he could turn on the switch. The most important thing now was to restore the power supply.
Even though it is raining heavily now, we must go out and take a look. Sitting in the house is just waiting for death.
After searching in the yard for a while, I finally found the switch box near the parking lot.
An You felt her way to the switch in the dim light of the water.
Suddenly a roar was heard from the rain. Is there anything else in the rainstorm at this time?
An You wiped the water off her face and vaguely saw a figure, who seemed to be wearing a mask.
But what are people doing here?
The man in the rainstorm seemed to have seen him as well. He roared and came towards him, holding something in his hand.
Who on earth would be out there on such a stormy night? And running straight to his position?
An You was subconsciously on guard, always feeling that the other party had ill intentions.
As the man got closer, An You was able to see clearly what he was holding, which was a knife.
An You yelled "Fuck!" and cursed as she circled around the flower bed and the pillar of King Qin, moving in a serpentine manner. She was almost cut by a knife several times.
The crazy secretion of adrenaline made his movements more flexible.
After walking around for a while, An You took advantage of the other person's loss of sight, returned to the room, and quickly locked the door. After a while, the man disappeared outside the window.
So, there's just a madman here.
After An You had a good rest in the room, she got up, opened the door and checked, but there was no one outside.
At this time, An You was shocked and walked back to the corridor. The power switch had to be turned on, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable in the dark.
An You returned to the electric meter box and checked the circuit. He found that it was not a circuit breaker failure, but perhaps a problem with the fuse.
He had no choice but to go back and enter the room. He found another problem and suddenly noticed something unusual. There were water stains in the room. He remembered that he had never been to the kitchen.
How did the water spread to where?
An You picked up a stick from behind the door and prepared to explore inside. Fortunately, there was nothing else, probably just a water leak.
Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a knock on the door. Who could it be at this time?
Sugita Jiro's voice came from outside, "Open the door, I'm back."
Jiro Sugita, why are you knocking on the door at this hour, and it’s raining heavily?
Where did he go? Why did he come back on a rainy night?
With doubts in his heart, An You observed through the cat's eye and found that it was indeed Sugita Jiro, but his expression looked very strange.
He opened the door and let the other person in. Sugita Jiro was soaked, with water dripping down his chin. An You wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly saw something shining silver. His hand behind his back seemed to be hiding a knife.
An You's voice trembled a little, "What did you take?"
Sugita Jiro raised his head, his expression somewhat sinister, "Oh, you must have seen it wrong."
An You lowered her head, seeing the mud on his feet. Thinking of the person who had just chased him in the yard, her mind went blank. "Were you the one chasing me in the yard just now?"
Sugita Jiro gave a cold smile, "I didn't expect you to find out. I have no choice but to send you on your way."
Before he could close the door, it was violently pushed open and the man pressed forward.
The person who was chasing him with a knife in the yard just now!
It turns out that person is Jiro Sugita.
The knife in his hand gradually appeared, and An You was forced to retreat continuously. The stick in his hand was not threatening at all.
"Why do you suddenly want to kill me? I have no grudge against you."
"You can only blame yourself for being too close to the police. One day I will be suspected."
An You immediately thought of another possibility, "Are you the murderer of your brother? Otherwise, why would you be so guilty?"
Sugita Jiro: "You guessed right. I can't keep you here now."
This guy is a lunatic. I have no advantage in fighting with him, especially since he is holding a knife.
An You was looking for the right moment to snatch the knife from the other person's hand, but it was better not to engage in a head-on confrontation.
As soon as he retreated to the stairs, he saw a man coming in from outside the door, holding a knife and stabbing the man.
The sudden reversal made An You's eyes widen. What was going on? Why was this happening?
Just when he was panicking, the other party spoke. He was a middle-aged man, and there was a sense of slowness when he spoke.
"Don't be afraid. I'm your neighbor. I'm a retired police officer. I saw you were in danger and came to help."
After hearing his words, An You felt relieved.
Just at this moment, the phone rang upstairs. It was the sound of a landline phone.
An You quietly went upstairs to answer the phone, but unexpectedly it was Zhu Fu Gaoming.
Zhu Fu Gaoming: "Are you okay? I just tried to call you but couldn't get through. Did something happen?"
An You finally relaxed her tense nerves when she heard the familiar voice. She clutched the phone and leaned against the wall. "I'm fine now, but I was attacked by a knife-wielding guy just now."
"What?" Zhu Fu Gaoming's voice revealed surprise.
"So how are you?"
"It's okay. I met a retired policeman who was Sugita Jiro's neighbor. He saved me after he noticed something was wrong."
An You held the phone, and it seemed that only Zhu Fu Gaoming's voice could calm him down.
"Retired police officer, you mean the one near Sugita Jiro's home?"
An You: “Yes.”
Zhu Fu Gaoming was silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly became low and tense. "An You, I'm going to tell you the truth now. Don't show any fear. Remember what I say."
An You: "What's wrong?" Hearing his tone, An You had a bad thought in her mind.
"There are no retired police officers near Sugita Jiro's home, and our colleagues have never lived there."
“…”
An You couldn't help but gasp. This was such an unexpected shock.
If the other party is not a retired policeman, then what is his identity? It is definitely impossible that he is a good man who bravely stands up for justice.
There is only one possibility left, and that is also a villain.
An You put down the phone.
All I could hear was Zhu Fu Gaoming's worried voice, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon. Hey, can you hear me?"
After hanging up the phone, An You walked downstairs and found that the person who had just fallen to the ground in the room was gone.
Where did he go and was he dealt with?
Not only that, even the middle-aged man who was there just now was gone.
The door was opened and I could see the heavy rain outside, but fortunately it didn't stop.
Following the footprints on the ground, I found that the man seemed to have entered the kitchen.
An You looked inside and saw the middle-aged man facing the window, muttering to himself.
He suppressed his fear and tried to steady the other person, so his voice became a little trembling. "What are you doing here?"
The man did not answer, but was in a daze, immersed in his own world.
He was mumbling something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
An You was not curious about his situation either. He backed away and prepared to leave the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly became agitated. Although he didn't look at An You, his eyes were fixed outside and the curses in his mouth became louder and louder.
Like it could explode at any time.
An You quickly ran upstairs, and the people in the kitchen finally woke up from their dream, shouted loudly and chased after her.
He ran into a bedroom, but the space in the bedroom was limited. Where could he hide? Where should he hide?
Downstairs, the clattering sounds were particularly noticeable.
It's too late.
I gritted my teeth, crawled into a closet, and hid among the layers of clothes. As long as I didn't make any sound, there might still be a chance of survival.
The footsteps were getting closer, someone was approaching, and the footsteps were heavy.
His breathing suddenly felt like he was suffocating. Was he really going to die here?
No, no, he will definitely not die here.
After taking a deep breath, An You adjusted his mentality. He held the clothes hanger tightly in his hand, and there would definitely be an opportunity to counterattack.
After a while, he used a clothes hanger to poke the other person's eyes.
Now the whole room is in a power outage. Not only can he not see clearly outside, but the middle-aged man's movements are also obviously hindered. He is like a clumsy elephant, stumbling around the room.
I lowered my breathing to the lowest level and was able to hear the approximate location of the footsteps.
He went upstairs, but went to the next room.
After searching for a while, he returned to his room.
The door of the room was pushed open.
He heard it, like the executioner's breath, right next to his ear.
The man walked around the room.
Not noticing anything wrong, I was about to leave when suddenly I heard hurried footsteps and the closet door was pulled open.
Still discovered.
An You suddenly raised the hanger in his hand and, relying on his perception, poked it straight at a certain position. When he heard a scream, he kicked it at the key part. He poked and kicked up and down. If this didn't work, he really needed to doubt his own strength.
Sure enough, the man bent over and cried out in pain.
Go downstairs quickly.
The opponent who has recovered will definitely chase him.
He grabbed the stairs, sat on them and slid down, then when he reached the last bend, he jumped directly down. This extreme parkour operation almost broke his wrist, but time is life, and he is now racing against death.
After running out of the door, immediately close the door to block the other person inside.
But at this time, An You turned around suddenly and grabbed the door handle again.
Running all the time is not necessarily safe, and there are other houses on the street. If you let the other person out, other residents will suffer.
It would be better to just lock people up in the house and isolate them, at least they will be safe.
The door was being pulled hard from the inside, and he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
Suddenly, the sound of sirens was heard on the street.
A line of police cars is approaching.
He knew it was safe.
Let go and run towards the police car.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the car lights were dazzling. A young man got out of the car first, holding a gun.
Two gunshots rang out, probably hitting the opponent's leg or somewhere else. Anyway, he didn't hear any footsteps continuing to chase him, of course, it might also be covered by the heavy rain.
A savior-like existence.
So handsome.
An You felt exhausted and was held by a pair of strong arms. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she was breathing in fresh air rapidly.
Adrenaline played its biggest role, and this was definitely the time when he was trying his hardest.
Those arms held him tightly, like a hug, allowing him to lean on them.
After finally catching his breath, he looked up and back. Yamato Gansuke and Uehara Yui were there, especially Uehara Yui, who looked at him with worried eyes.
The police quickly apprehended the man and took him into custody.
An You was exhausted, and with trembling fingers she grasped Zhu Fu Gao Ming's collar. "Am I safe?"
Zhu Fu Gaoming's eyes were complicated. The way he looked at him was serious and filled with a certain different kind of brilliance.
He spoke.
"It's safe now. I'm late."
"It's okay. I was pretty good just now, wasn't I?"
Zhu Fu Gaoming took a deep breath and said, "Yes, and you are very courageous. I admire you too."
An You was a little bit incredulous, "Me?"
Zhu Fu Gao Ming: "That's right, you were able to deal with the enemy by yourself and escape safely in the end, waiting for our arrival. That's already quite impressive."
An You: "Ha, after all, this is about my life, so my adrenaline is kicking in. Otherwise, I really would have died here."
Zhu Fu Gaoming shook his head: "Can we still walk?"
"It's okay, my wrist just hurts."
Zhu Fu Gaoming grabbed his other hand and checked it. "Your hand is a little red and swollen. Come back with me. I'll give you some medicine."
"good."
When I returned to Morobushi Takaaki's residence, I realized I hadn't asked Sugita Jiro yet, "By the way, have you seen Sugita Jiro?"
Zhu Fu Gao Ming: "This is another thing I need to tell you, I hope you don't feel sad."
An You: "What's wrong?"
Zhu Fushi Gaoming: "In fact, we had already found something wrong with that person before the rainstorm. We found residual blood in his car and the key to Sugita Ichiro's house."
An You: "What do you mean?"
Yamato Gansuke: "What this means is that we suspect Sugita Jiro and his family committed the crime together. He has a wife who lives with his father-in-law, but the other two have been hiding. So I suspect they are a gang."
"The middle-aged man we just apprehended is a serial killer with a mental illness. He stumbled upon Jiro Sugita, the perpetrator, by accident. The thugs robbed the thugs, giving you a chance to breathe."
"Jiro Sugita was thrown into the parking lot by him. He didn't die, but his crime had been exposed, and what awaited him next was punishment."
"Is it because of jealousy?"
Yamato Gansuke: "Well, why do you think so?"
An You: "I'm just guessing, because Sugita Jiro mentioned that his family background wasn't as good as his brother's, and he wasn't as good at studying as his brother. His occasional source of family income also came from his brother."
"Under such long-term suppression, dissatisfaction is bound to breed."
Yamato Gansuke nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. This is very likely the motive. But it was hard work for you. You almost lost your life."
An You: “Hehe.”
After the greetings, Zhu Fu Gao Ming said: "Come back with me first, we can't stay here for long."
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