Unlucky Man - Sosuke Fubuki 7
The conversation went smoothly and Tsuchiya Tsutomu accepted the invitation to go to Hirata's house together. Sosuke Fusako didn't know whether his relationship with Hirata Yukio had become distant in the past year, but there was not much sadness in his tone, only familiar fatigue.
Let's wait until the weekend, when he returns from his business trip, and then ask him questions in person, Fang Fang Sosuke thought, Tsuchiya Tsutomu also needs time to digest the news.
However, just like Yukio Hirata, whose life gradually slipped into the abyss, Sosuke Fubuki once again missed the prior signs.
February 10th was the date they had agreed on. Tsuchiya Tsutomu would fly back to Tokyo from Okinawa in the morning, and in the afternoon he would visit the Hirata family with Sosuke Fubuki as planned.
"Hello, Mr. Fang," Takagi Shige knocked on Fang's door and showed his police ID. His senior, Date Kou, had already returned to work with his strong physical fitness, and even took advantage of his sick leave to meet his girlfriend's parents. The wedding date was almost set, and now he was just holding a toothpick in his mouth and watching his junior fight. "Excuse me, do you know Mr. Tsuchiya Tsutomu?"
The black-haired man pushed his glasses up in confusion. He opened the door and welcomed the two police officers. "Yes, we used to be colleagues." He put away the draft paper on the desk. Today was the day Tsuchiya Tsutomu was expected to return from his business trip. Thinking of the cold attitude of the Hirata family, Sosuke Fubuki couldn't sit and wait quietly. He simply tried to make a plan so that he would have more confidence in front of the Hirata family. "What's wrong with him?"
Ida Ko changed his shoes and stepped into Sosuke's house. He took a quick look around as usual. The decoration style of the apartment was quite ordinary. There were sticky notes on the refrigerator, a pot of cactus on the table, a coat casually placed on the sofa, and the books on the bookshelf looked a little old, proving that they were not just superficial decorations. The door was closed and the inside could not be seen. Under the coffee table were brightly colored magazines with the latest popular images among children printed on them.
Ida Hang concluded that he was a middle-aged man living alone, but he seemed to be helping take care of the children recently.
"Ah, no need for tea," Date Kou stopped Fang Fang Sousuke from looking for a teapot and motioned for him to sit down. "Mr. Fang Fang, I'm sorry, we have some bad news to inform you."
Fang Shusuke returned to the sofa uncomfortably. This familiar identity and familiar words immediately gave him a bad feeling, "...Excuse me, is there something wrong with Tsuchiya-kun?"
"He died last night." The worst news is that no matter how good the tone is or how gentle the speaker's attitude is, it still makes people feel unbearable. Date Kou deliberately slowed down his speech to give Fang Sosuke some time to react. "...The preliminary diagnosis is drowning caused by myocardial infarction."
Sosuke Fang suddenly turned his head to look at the two policemen, and said in a surprisingly hoarse voice, "Anything else?" He knew very well that if it was just a simple death notification, according to Japan's impressive autopsy rate, the police station would not have to make a door-to-door notification. It would be the family members who would answer the phone and go to the police station crying.
Takagi Shigeru opened his notebook, with pity hidden under his professionalism, "We found this in his apartment." He took out a copy from his arms and spread it out on the coffee table. The title was clearly written in black and white.
"Criminal Plan".
"...The president of Kujo Real Estate Co., Ltd., Yoshio Kujo, was attacked on the evening of February 8..."
"...everything is just as mentioned in the plan..."
"Tsuchiya Tsutomu has two cell phones, one for public use and one for private use. You were the last contact on his private phone, and the date was February 8, the day when President Kujo was attacked."
"Do you have any idea or opinion on this, Mr. House?"
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