Unlucky Man - Sosuke Fubuki 8
What should I think? Fang Shuzo's lips moved up and down, but in the end he didn't say a word.
In fact, whether it is Yukio Hirata or Tsuchiya Tsutomu, their relationship is limited to their previous company, and their dealings are basically all business. Logically, he does not need to work so hard, and can just act distant and polite like other people who have been contacted by the police. After all, in the cold-hearted Japanese society, this is actually the norm.
What made him choose to take care of Yukio Hirata's funeral again and again?
It's very simple. The scenery on the rooftop is still clearly imprinted in his mind. Sosuke Fubuki swore that he would never forget how embarrassed and desperate he was when he met that person. For the first time in his routine and gloomy life, he felt a gentle light.
Because Sosuke of the house is the same as Yukio Hirata.
The difference is that his luck was a little better, so he is alive today and has a completely different life from before. He also has the ability to help others correctly, which he did not have in the past.
"...Impossible," the two policemen waited for Sosuke to recover. The black-haired man put his fist on the coffee table, and even his protest seemed stiff. "Tsuchiya-kun, it's impossible for him to kill someone. When I talked to him on the phone, he was already on a business trip in Okinawa..."
"In fact, he left a day late," Takagi Wataru flipped through his notebook. "Tsutomu Tsutomu was originally scheduled to leave for Okinawa on the noon train on February 7. His colleague Mr. Koichi Kikuchi, who was on the business trip with him, said that Mr. Tsutomu told him that he had something urgent to do and asked him to go on the business trip alone first. Tsutomu Tsutomu took the night train on February 8 to meet him. After the autopsy, the time of death of Kujo Yoshio should be between 18:00 and 20:00 on February 8, so there was time to commit the crime..."
In other words, when Tsuchiya Tsutomu answered his call, he was in Tokyo? Sosuke Fang looked at them in astonishment, finding it hard to imagine this situation.
"You don't seem to believe that Tsuchiya Tsutomu is the murderer," Date Kou, who had been observing, suddenly spoke up. His eyes just swept over the soda bottle in the trash can, which was opened by Sawada Hiroki last night. "Is it because of your personal understanding of him?"
"Well, I guess so," Fang Shusuke laughed bitterly, "In my impression, Tsuchiya-kun is a very cheerful person, but in fact he is a little timid and always pretends to be strong. It's hard to imagine that he... Let me put it this way, I feel that someone who can be frightened by a little bluff would do such a thing. Besides, this so-called criminal plan..."
Sosuke Fubuki pushed his glasses. To be honest, compared to those high-sounding criminal plans, the paper spread out on the coffee table was more like a report provided by Shiraki Kaisha to its customers. It detailed the daily life of the president, Kujo Yoshio, including the medication he took, his habit of staying at his private residence in Shimokitazawa for two days from Thursday to Friday, and the need to take stress-relief pills.
"Officer Date," Fang Shusuke raised his head, the reflection of his glasses covering his gray eyes, "I don't think there is any conclusive evidence to accuse Tsuchiya-kun of being the murderer. You probably just think he is a suspect."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't tell me so much, right?"
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