3-chome 8, Katsuyama Minami-cho, Ikuno-ku.
The ordinary residential area became extraordinary because of the sirens. Many residents poked their heads out of their houses with curiosity in their hearts, and some even walked out of their houses and went to the streets to discuss in low voices with their neighbors what had happened.
"It seems like something happened to the Matsushima family? Oh, I said something bad would happen to their family eventually. Peng Mei always associates with that unlucky person, and sooner or later something bad will happen!" The woman with dyed brown hair said in an exaggerated tone.
"Oh, isn't it? I just pretended to be passing by, and happened to hear the police discussing the case. They said that Pengmei was raped before she died!" The curly-haired woman looked around as she spoke, as if she didn't want others to hear her, but it was as if there was a loudspeaker stuffed in her mouth, and her voice was so loud that people ten meters in front and behind could hear it.
After hearing this, the brown-haired woman opened her eyes, which were only slits apart no matter how hard she tried, and danced with joy, saying:
"Is this true? No wonder Mrs. Matsushima is crying so hard. It seems the security situation is really bad lately. You should pay more attention to your Nanako. Don't follow Tomomi's example and hang out with random people at such a young age. It's the most likely age for trouble!"
Hattori Heiji, following beside Takagi Sosuke, naturally listened to every word of this conversation. While the first part was acceptable, the second part was unbearable. What did these people mean? Without knowing anything, they insisted that Matsushima's death was due to his chaotic private life?
He was full of blood and did not suppress his temper. He walked directly to the two women and scolded them with a cold face:
"Hey! Don't you have children at home? Would you be happy if your children were talked about? Don't you know that these words can easily cause secondary harm to the victim?! Even children have to be responsible for their words. Have you adults lived all these years in vain?!"
"Hey? Why do you talk like that, kid? Do you have any manners?" The gossipy woman didn't expect that someone would come to educate her, and someone younger than her. She pointed with her index finger and said some nonsense.
Fujiwara Yuu, who was about to ring the doorbell to investigate, heard the commotion and quickly turned around to intervene between Hattori Heiji and the curly-haired woman. He lowered his head to look at the curly-haired woman, and unlike his usual expressionless expression, he curved his eyes and gave a fake smile.
"Excuse me, ladies. Do you often interact with the Matsushima family?"
Seeing that the handsome young police officer was very friendly to her, the curly-haired woman crossed her arms and said arrogantly:
"We don't associate with them. Tomomi from the Matsushima family often associates with that person, so we don't want to bother with them. You know, birds of a feather flock together. They often take care of people with criminal records. I'm afraid the runaway kid in our family has committed a crime and won't come back!"
Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha both showed dissatisfied expressions on their faces. They even didn't understand why Brother Takashi was so nice to these two gossips. They obviously didn't even know the facts of the case and didn't understand Tomomi, but they just spread false rumors casually. If Aunt Matsushima heard this, she would definitely cry even more sadly.
Fujiwara Yuu raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, roughly understanding why these two women were prejudiced against the Matsushima family. He still maintained a smile and asked:
"Then, did you see Tomomi Matsushima interacting with anyone during the time of the incident? Or did you see any suspicious individuals?"
"No, the child is quite introverted and only has a good relationship with the unlucky Yamazaki family. I was preparing dinner for the child during the outbreak, so of course I didn't see anything." The curly-haired woman said this with a proud expression, praising, "My child is very obedient and never plays with the wrong people. It's very worry-free!"
The smile on Fujiwara Yuu's face instantly vanished. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced forward. His 1.9-meter height was enough to give people an invisible sense of pressure. He leaned down and tried to look the two women in the eye. His eyes were cold, as if he could see through their minds.
"Really? Then if you don't know anything, why do you pretend to know everything?"
"W-what do you mean?" The woman subconsciously took a step back and couldn't speak clearly.
"Anyone who spreads false information to damage the credit of others or interferes with their business shall be sentenced to imprisonment of not more than three years or a fine of not more than 500,000 yen. Do you two have enough money and plan to donate some of it to society, or do you want to try the free silver bracelets?" Fujiwara Yu pulled his left hand out of his trouser pocket and shook the handcuffs in his hand. With a stern face, he looked more like a cadre member of a certain group who came to collect protection money than a policeman.
The two people who didn't understand what Brother Yingsi did before immediately gave him a thumbs up behind his back. He is worthy of being Brother Yingsi. When he gets fierce, he is more frightening than criminals!
"No, that's not the case, officer. We, we were just chatting casually!" The curly-haired woman shook her head up and down in panic. She was probably so nervous that she wanted to shake her head but kept nodding.
"People's brains are not for decoration. We must learn to think from other people's perspectives. Ask yourselves how much harm you just said would cause to Ms. Matsushima if she heard it." Fujiwara Yu said this coldly and turned to walk to the door of the house where he was standing before. He noticed the express boxes piled up in the yard. Could it be that this residence is the courier they are looking for?
Before the doorbell rang, the front door was pushed open. Standing in the room was a thin young man about twenty-five years old. His eyes were red as if he had just cried. His left hand was on the door handle and his right hand was clenched into a fist.
"You are here to ask me some questions, right? Please... cough cough cough! Please come in." The thin young man's voice was nasal, his hair was a little messy, and he was wearing thin clothes with a blanket over his body. He looked like he had just woken up.
"Okay, these two are Tomomi Matsushima's friends, can they come in together?" Fujiwara Yuu kept observing the young man's expression when asking this question. When he saw his brows relax after hearing this sentence, he had a certain answer in his mind.
"Well, sure, but I have a cold. Aren't you afraid of getting it from me?"
Toyama Kazuha thought of the mask and gloves that Mr. Ying Si had stuffed into her. She put on the mask and smiled:
"It's okay, we have masks."
The three of them put on masks and walked into the young man's home. They found that there were many express boxes of various sizes and discarded cardboard boxes that had not been cleaned up yet. Even through the masks, they could feel the poor indoor air quality. They didn't expect that someone would live in such an environment. It would be hard not to catch a cold.
Fujiwara Yu looked around and found that the furniture in the house was rather worn out and the color matching was very messy. Rather than believing that these furniture were bought, it would be better to say that they were discarded furniture collected from a garbage collection point. It seemed that he lived a very difficult life and his income was not high.
"I have a few questions for you. Could you tell me your name?"
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