Having said that, Kirishima thought Shichita also realized that he had misunderstood Sosuke Takagi's good intentions.
He sat dejectedly on the bed, his hands tucked into his hair, not knowing what to say for a moment. He only knew that as long as Ying Si was by his side, he would be safe.
This was the first time he felt a sense of security from a police officer, an unprecedented sense of security.
Fujiwara Yu was not just looking at him in a daze. He wanted to know why Kirishima Soshita reacted so strongly to Hoshino Mitsuru. You know, when "Devil's Trill" first appeared, his expression was very wrong. At that time, Shirasu Mayumi was not dead, so he should not have reacted so strongly.
"Now, are you willing to tell me? Why are you so afraid of Mitsuru Hosou, who committed suicide, and why are you so afraid of the music 'Devil's Trill'?"
Kirishima thought Shichita pursed his lips but did not answer. He was afraid that if he told the reason, Officer Takashi would leave.
Fujiwara Yu shook his wrist in confusion, letting half of the cigarette in the box come out. He skillfully put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and let out a long sigh. If he didn't take some tobacco, he would really be annoyed to death by this man's nagging.
He half-closed his eyes, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, and said calmly:
"I've known for a long time that you four are involved in Mitsuru Hosho's death. Speak boldly."
Kirishima Soshita was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Sosuke Toji had known about this matter for a long time. No wonder he was targeting him. Is this the case?
"...I received a phone call. A week ago, I suddenly received a silent call. No one spoke, only the sound of a violin from the other end. And every time, it was the sound of "Devil's Trill" played by Mitsuru Hosho.
It wasn't just me, but also Hakushu, Murasame, and Gotoda. All the disciples received it. It was definitely Mitsuru Hoshino! And at the end of the call, there was a terrifying mechanical voice saying, 'The next time you hear this song, it will be your death.' It must be Mitsuru Hoshino's ghost, she's come back from hell to seek revenge on us!
After saying these words, Kirishima thought that Nana's tense nerves were finally relaxed. Perhaps speaking out the words hidden in his heart could be considered a kind of relief to some extent.
He covered his face in pain. Thinking of the tragic deaths of Hakusu Mayumi and Murasame Shion, he really didn't want to become the third cold corpse.
Fujiwara Yuu extinguished his cigarette, which he hadn't taken a few puffs of yet, and after the butt cooled, he dropped it into the evidence bag. He pondered the information Kirishima had provided him. If the murderer was indeed targeting the four of them, he would definitely do whatever it took to kill Kirishima.
Sit back and wait for something to happen is a feasible method. Although it is a bit stupid, it is fine as long as the effect is good.
Fujiwara Yuu's eyes fell on the violin case that had fallen to the ground when he opened the door. This guy had actually used the violin case as a tool to block the door. He bent down and picked up the violin case and placed it on the table beside him. He didn't expect that the weight of the violin case and the violin was quite heavy.
"For the next period of time, you can't leave my sight, understand?"
"Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."
Kirishima thought that Nanata wanted to live. As long as he could live, he would be willing to admit his previous mistakes. He was now very clear that only by living could he have a chance. If he died, there would be nothing left.
Fujiwara Yuu was relieved to see that he had finally obeyed. He walked over to the windowsill and sat down, looking out at the heavy rain that was still falling, the melancholy between his brows still not dissipating - he didn't know what had become of Officer Yokomizo and Gotoda Manabu.
I hope they can be safe in this storm.
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The typhoon roared past, easily drowning out the noise made by the wipers working continuously.
Even though the wipers had been adjusted to the highest gear, visibility was still very low. In order to ensure driving safety, Shigeo Yokomizo could only control the speed to the lowest gear and turn the headlights to the maximum to prevent oncoming vehicles from not being able to see him clearly.
He had only a convenience store rice ball for lunch and was already staring with puzzled eyes. The car had been driving at a snail's pace for more than half an hour and should be not far from its destination, the Fantasy Hall.
"Ah Xue, we should be there soon, right? I just studied the route. The starting point is quite close to the Illusion House. It should take only fifteen minutes to get there under normal driving conditions." Yokomizo Shigeo asked after glancing at the rearview mirror.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Gotoda Manabu pushed his glasses up on his nose and nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, they should be there in about ten minutes. But I've been trying to contact them since a while ago, but the phone is always blocked. I wonder if the typhoon has affected the signal in the mountains."
"I guess so. Don't worry, there are two officers here, so it'll be fine," Yokomizo Shigego reassured him. He still believed in the basic qualities of a police officer, and he believed they wouldn't be at a disadvantage when facing criminals. He also knew Chisato's strength. Although she was inferior to him in close combat, she would have the upper hand against most untrained adult men.
But just two minutes later, Shigeo Yokomizo noticed something was wrong with the road ahead. As he got closer, he found out that it was a landslide. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing. He really didn't check the calendar before going out today. He was so unlucky.
He took the umbrella from the passenger seat, got out of the car to check if there was a chance to drive over, but it turned out that his idea was too naive. The car was blocked and people could not crawl over, so he had to walk over from another route.
Yokomizo Shigego returned to the car and patted the window. After Gotoda Manabu rolled down the window, he said,
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