Just when I was thinking about whether to go to bed early or find a way to contact the teacher to report the task, I heard a sound from the landline in the guest room. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard White's hurried voice, so much so that he spoke Japanese a little fluently.
Listening to White's disordered language system constantly spouting self-made Japanese words, Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but sigh and interrupted:
"White, calm down and speak slowly."
"Hiss—whoosh—" White took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, speaking very quickly: "Mr. Clare, I just saw on the evening news that a shooting occurred near Tokyo Port, and the victim was Shimokawa Yosuke's lover, Nakahara Kyoko!
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Is Kyoko Nakahara dead?
Fujiwara Yu's expression changed slightly. You know, Shimokawa Yosuke's social status is not low. It is definitely a big case that he was poisoned and murdered at home. Usually the Chiba Prefecture Police Station will report it to the Metropolitan Police Department. So does that mean the Metropolitan Police Department failed to arrest Kyoko Nakahara?
And Kyoko Nakahara appeared near Tokyo Port. Did she kill someone and plan to escape to another city to live an anonymous life, or did she kill Yosuke Shimokawa in order to exchange the transaction records for "hush money" from the organization?
"Mr. Claire, would you like me to go to Tokyo Harbor and check it out?"
"Go ahead if you want to reveal your identity."
White smiled awkwardly and touched his head, feeling that his question was a bit thoughtless, but he couldn't help feeling a little unwilling to accept that the clue he had finally gotten was gone.
He suddenly remembered what Claire had asked him to investigate earlier, and said quickly:
"By the way, Mr. Claire, while investigating Miyano Akemi, I discovered that Nanyang University has an art exhibition open to the public on October 7th. Should we buy two tickets to go in and take a look?"
Akemi Miyano, Nanyang University.
Hearing these two key words, Fujiwara Yuu felt a little irritated. He pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds before opening his mouth to reply:
"Just buy a ticket."
"Hey? Aren't you going, sir?"
"If you don't go, I will."
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