With the help of the old policeman Masaaki Nagashima, he finally borrowed a few sets of bedding from the hotel on Yueying Island. Fujiwara You did not intend to sleep in the same room with the corpse. His sense of smell was more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and the stench of the corpse that had already been emitted made him unable to sleep.
In order to get through the long night, he went to a nearby vending machine and bought two cans of coffee with coins. After finishing the two cans of coffee, his stomach, which was originally a little hungry, was half full. When he walked back to the community center, he saw several heads gathered together, as if looking at something.
Fujiwara Yuu walked over and found that it was the sheet music he had found under the piano lid. He asked curiously:
"Is there something wrong with this music?"
"It's a bit strange indeed." Mao Lilan pointed to the fourth section of the music sheet and frowned. "This is the score of the 'Moonlight Sonata', but the fourth section is a bit strange. Hmm... It's hard to describe it in words. Let me play it for you."
Fujiwara Yu, who knew nothing about music, tried hard to act like an expert, but when he heard the distinctly strange piano sound, he tilted his head and asked in confusion:
"Even though I don't understand music very well, this sounds a bit strange. There's an indescribable sense of disharmony."
"Well, this fourth paragraph should have been modified by someone. Maybe it was the murderer, or it was a death message left by the victim?" Mao Lilan guessed boldly. She was looking forward to providing some useful clues to Toushi Sosuke. After all, although she could not help with reasoning, she could still play a role in music, which she was quite good at.
"Well, that's indeed possible. The murderer—"
Before Fujiwara Yuu could finish his words, the noise coming from the door immediately made him alert. He glanced over and found that it was Asai Narumi standing outside the door. But why did she come here at this time instead of taking a rest?
"Excuse me, excuse me." Noticing everyone's outburst, Asai Narimi raised the packed meal in his hand and said with a wry smile, "I just called the hotel and heard you were still here, so I brought some midnight snacks. I bet you're hungry."
Maori Kogoro rubbed his stomach twice. He hadn't eaten since lunch, and it was already nearly midnight. He quickly stepped forward to take the lunch bag, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Hahaha, thank you so much, Dr. Asai. You really helped us a lot today."
"Mr. Maori, you're joking. I can't do anything to help you."
A triangular rice ball filled with tuna salad sat on the side, accompanied by sweet tamagoyaki and, to help with the greasiness, pickled radish slices. It was a perfect late-night snack for Kogoro Mori and the others, but Fujiwara Yuu, completely unaware of the filling, took a bite and his face suddenly turned grim. The slight fishy smell of the tuna salad made it difficult for him to spit it out or swallow it.
In the end, in order not to affect other people's appetite, he had to bite the bullet and swallow what was in his mouth. He used the excuse of "going out to buy a drink" to get rid of the remaining half of the triangular rice ball in his hand. He had no choice but to waste the food, as he couldn't give the food he had eaten to others.
Fujiwara Yu bought a few bottles of lemon tea from the vending machine, unscrewed one of them and took a few big sips. The fishy taste in his mouth was finally relieved. He returned to the scene of the crime and saw several people eating rice balls and chatting.
Of course, there is still the body of Hideo Kawashima covered with a white cloth in the corner, and everyone’s appetite... is really good.
Fujiwara Yu's gaze shifted to Nagashima Masaaki, who was sitting on the ground with a triangular rice ball in his hand. So, why was this guy also eating and drinking for free?
Mao Lilan, who was kneeling on the cushion and eating tamagoyaki in small bites, said in surprise:
"Huh? So, Dr. Asai, you're not considered a resident of this island?"
"Well, I go back to Tokyo every weekend, and this has been going on for almost two years."
"Two years? Did you come to the island just when Mr. Kameyama passed away?" Fujiwara Yuu casually sat opposite Asai Narumi. As a man who already had a girlfriend, he naturally had to respect the differences between men and women and uphold male ethics.
Asai Narimi nodded and explained:
"Yes, I heard his heart wasn't in good condition when I came to the island, and I prescribed him some medication for heart disease. He died two years ago from a sudden heart attack and not taking his medication in time. But during the autopsy, I noticed his face was extremely grim, as if he had seen something terrifying."
"Is that so? Did he have any medication when you examined him?"
"No, I thought it was strange when I checked it. You know, prisoners with heart disease usually carry medication with them."
He was not carrying any medication and appeared in a piano room where most people would not go.
Fujiwara Yu held his chin and thought, could it be that Kameyama Isamu was called here by someone, and because he left in a hurry he didn't take the medicine, or could it be that he had a chance to take the medicine, but the person who was called snatched it away?
Then the matter is not that simple. Kameyama Isamu’s death may not be an accident, but homicide.
He looked at the time on his watch and said in a deep voice:
"It's getting late. I'll just stay by the body. You guys should go to bed early."
"That's right, Officer Takashi and I are here, along with Xiaolan, Xiaowantou, and Doctor Asai. You should go to bed early." Kogoro Mouri patted his chest. The more sincere his words were at that moment, the louder his snoring would be the next second.
Maori Kogoro fell asleep on the ground within twenty minutes, leaving Fujiwara Yu speechless. His snoring also successfully kept the others awake. It was not until late at night that they could no longer resist the sleepiness and finally lay down in bed and fell asleep.
While they were sleeping, Fujiwara Yu came to the beach through the back door. He stood on a high place to monitor the situation in the piano room and called White to see if he had any results.
"Hello, White, it's me. How's the situation over there?"
"Reporting to Mr. Clare, the target went straight back to the hotel to rest after having a midnight snack at the tavern. He currently shows no signs of going out. I think he may not take any action tonight." White reported immediately.
"Keep your eyes on this island. It's not that simple. The case here is also quite tricky. It's possible..." Fujiwara Yu suddenly noticed someone walking towards him. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said hurriedly, "I have something to do here. I'm hanging up now."
He looked at Nagashima Masaaki, who was walking towards him with his hands behind his back. Why was he coming back here instead of resting at this hour? And he was walking straight towards him. Was he coming to see him specifically?
Even though Fujiwara Yu had many questions in his mind, he still said in a kind tone:
"Officer Long Island, are you walking along the beach because you can't sleep?"
Nagashima Masaaki was no longer as dumbfounded as before. He cheerfully pushed his glasses up and said bluntly:
"No, I came to see you."
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