"You're talking about Mr. Irie, right?"
After hearing this, the three people standing in front of the counter turned around, wanting to know who had suddenly interrupted the conversation.
He was wearing a baseball cap and had gray hair, which showed that he was quite old. The obvious wrinkles around his eyes and the two deep furrows silently declared that the owner of those wrinkles loved to laugh.
Ida Kou turned around and recognized the man who spoke. He smiled and greeted him:
"Are you Mr. Wai Shou from the laundry?"
"You can't do this, Mr. Gaimori." Monobe Shuzo, who was standing behind the counter, held his waist with one hand and said helplessly. This directly revealed the customer's information. What should he do?
Wai Shouyi smiled and waved his hand, saying in a light tone:
"Don't worry, these three guys will all be police officers in the future! And they saved me at a convenience store before. They are definitely good guys!"
So he's a student at the police academy? Monobe Sanjuu's mind flashed to a certain naturally curly classmate. He glared at her, his eyes half-mooned, and he muttered to himself, "That kid's a future police officer? I thought he was just a punk on leave."
"A-choo!"
Matsuda Jinpei, whose cigarettes were confiscated by Instructor Onizuka, was assigned to clean the rooftop. He couldn't help but sneeze, not sure if it was because of the dust or someone scolding him.
"Zhenping, you never know, some girls might be talking about you." Hagiwara Kenji, who was helping with the cleaning, teased with a smile.
"Tsk, it's probably a foreigner scolding me!" Matsuda Jinpei doesn't think that his personality is popular. To be honest, he has never figured out why Hagi is so popular since he was a child.
"Come to think of it, I just saw little Fujiwara and the others leaving the school."
"Hmm?" Matsuda Jinpei stopped what he was doing and turned to ask, "Them? Who else?"
Hagiwara Kenji counted on his fingers and said:
"Morobushi, the squad leader, and Fujiwara, three people in total. I think they probably followed little Morobushi out."
"Oh...that guy Morobushi probably wants to investigate the goblet tattoo. By the way, do you have any special opinion on this matter?" Matsuda Jinpei had asked Furuya about the goblet tattoo, so he knew about the tragic death of the couple in Nagano Prefecture. He understood that this was Morobushi's heart knot, so as a friend he wanted to lend a hand.
While mopping the floor, Kenji Hagiwara gave his analysis:
"This case happened fifteen years ago, and the current statute of limitations for criminal prosecution is fifteen years. If this man with the goblet tattoo is the murderer Zhu Fu is looking for, things are going to be very troublesome."
"You mean that the murderer has been secretly observing Morobushi and dared to appear in his life circle because the effective prosecution period for the crime has passed?" Matsuda Jinpei's expression became serious. If this inference is true, Morobushi Kagemitsu's situation will be dangerous.
"This is just my inference. There are many possibilities. Just like the man with the goblet tattoo just happened to have such a tattoo, Nagano Prefecture and Tokyo are quite close, but there is still a certain distance between them."
"Let's find some time to ask in the evening. Aren't Fujiwara and the squad leader following them?"
"Yeah, so clean the rooftop, otherwise there won't even be a place for a tryst."
"...Hagi, can't you use a more normal word?"
"Hahahahaha, it was just a joke. Your expression is really funny, Xiao Zhenping."
Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes. He wanted to complain but decided not to. He knew very well that he could not win against his childhood friend when it came to bickering.
At this moment in the motorcycle shop, upon hearing what the laundry worker, Wai Shouyi, said, Zhu Fujingguang knew that this person must know something about the man with the goblet tattoo, and he quickly asked:
"Mr. Gaimori, may I ask who is this Mr. Irie you're talking about?"
"He runs a hardware store but it's not around here. He's probably not a talkative person, just like this young man." Gaimori pointed at Fujiwara Yu who was standing nearby.
Fujiwara Yuu was taken aback when he heard this; he hadn't expected Gai Shouyi to have any impression of him. But his claim that he wasn't talkative was completely unfounded; he was clearly quite talkative, but he simply preferred listening to talking.
Pointing at Fujiwara Yuu, he lowered the brim of his hat. Somoriichi lowered his head as if thinking, and muttered:
"Speaking of which, our neighborhood organized a hot spring trip last month, and he went along."
"Really? Then do you have a photo of him?"
"Mr. Irie doesn't like having his picture taken."
However, just as Gai Shouyi finished speaking, Yi Dahang, who was standing next to him, became thoughtful. He lifted his chin and looked to the side, and reminded him very deliberately:
"If you're traveling in a group, do you usually take group photos before departure or during the trip?"
After being reminded by Date Ko, Gai Shouyi showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, put his right hand into his trouser pocket and took out an old-fashioned black leather wallet.
"Age really sucks! I forgot about the group photo!" He held up his wallet to protect his privacy, then pulled out a creased photo from above. He pointed at the unapproachable-looking man in the photo and said with a grin, "Mr. Irie, that's the guy behind me in the black vest."
The man in the photo is about 1.85 meters tall, with a black coral hairstyle, sparse eyebrows, slender white eyes, and an unhappy expression. He doesn't look like a hardware store owner, but more like a gangster who collects protection fees on the streets.
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