"It seems that you can only use Shikano-kun's mobile phone, and Mr. Kishimoto should also change his mobile phone. Ye Haoran took Lu Ye's mobile phone and made a little joke with Kishimoto.

Kishimoto complained as expected: "It's already annoying to have a mobile phone, and if I use a smartphone, I still have to stare at the chat app every day, which is equivalent to working 24 hours a day." ”

Ye Haoran used Lu Ye's mobile phone to download the monitor APP, and shared the monitor signal at the door of the tea shop to Lu Ye, and the content of the route was stored on the network cloud disk, which could be stored for up to three months.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Xiangyuan. Luye took back his phone and thanked him.

Kishimoto probe came over and looked: "Will he be able to check the monitoring here in the future?"

"As long as the signal allows, you can check it at any time. Ye Haoran explained simply, he didn't plan to give Kishimoto science, and instead asked what happened after doing it.

The old man who was still playing chess just now came over, and one of them asked Kishimoto to make it clear, otherwise he wouldn't want to leave the café.

Blocked by two old men, Kishimoto sweated on his forehead, and there was a sense of falling into a porcelain trap, Kishimoto said: "The case cannot be disclosed before it is detected, and it will affect the progress of the police's case." ”

The two old men still wouldn't get out of the way, and Kishimoto had no choice but to confess honestly, "Mr. Kaneda of Iai Sake House was killed, and someone found Mr. Kaneda's body in the back street of the pub. ”

"Whoever found the body, don't hide it. The old man asked impatiently.

"It's Ms. Yumi Yamada. ”

"Alas?" Kishimoto's answer surprised Ye Haoran, why did his employees get involved in the murder case in the afternoon, no wonder the police came here to check the surveillance, maybe more to ask what they saw.

Sure enough, Kishimoto then asked, "Mr. Xiangyuan, can you tell me when Ms. Yuki Yamada left yesterday?"

"I'm not sure, she's going through the main entrance, and there should be on surveillance. Ye Haoran also took out his mobile phone to flip through the video materials, and at twenty-one o'clock last night, he saw the picture of Yamada Yumei leaving the tea shop.

When Yamada Yumi left, she was wearing a down jacket and a miniskirt, but she really didn't understand the wearing habits of island women, no matter how cold the weather was, she had to wear a skirt, was it convenient to take it off?

Yuki Yamada was carrying a small backpack, not the small style she usually used.

The old man asked again, "How did Mr. Kaneda die?" Killing, assassination, or poisoning, I have seen all Conan, and I will definitely be able to help you find the murderer." ”

This leaves people speechless.

What a cute old man, he actually likes to watch Conan.

Kishimoto was also speechless. He is most afraid of dealing with the old people in the county, there are many old people who are guilty of secondary and second diseases, they regard themselves as retired heroes, some say they are Doctor Who, some insist on garbage classification, refuse to eat imported food, and some take out the leaves and fry them.

As an island nation, Kishimoto could not identify with the fried culture of the people, that is, the tempura culture. If any ingredient is wrapped in flour and fried, it will be called tempura, which seems to be very high, but it is actually fried food, and he would rather go to a KFC store to eat fries, which will be cheaper.

"I don't like to eat tempura. Kishimoto came up with such a sentence inexplicably.

"Kohayata, make Mr. Kishimoto a cup of instant coffee. Ye Haoran beckoned Kohayada to work, hoping that the busyness would make her forget the fear of murder.

"I'm asking you how Mr. Kaneda died? ”

"Oh, it's a pity that Mr. Kaneda was assassinated, stabbed from under the left rib and pierced directly through the heart, killing Mr. Kaneda on the spot. ”

"Go, let me help you find the murderer. The old man strode out, and Kishimoto nodded and followed behind, completely without the demeanor of a policeman, a pure grandson.

"Who is this?" Ye Haoran asked Xiao Hayata. He has only been in Shenwu County for two or three months, and he doesn't know much about the people in the county.

Kohayada said: "That old gentleman is Mr. Kishimoto's grandfather, Mr. Kishimoto, and he was the former police chief of many previous positions. ”

It turned out to be really a grandson.

Only Ye Haoran and Xiao Hayada were left in the tea shop, they had just taken out their tools and were about to clean up, when the door of the tea shop was pushed open, and Officer Lu Ye went and returned.

"Mr. Xiangyuan, if Ms. Yumi Yamada comes back, can you ask her to call me?" Shikano handed over a business card. It has Luye's full name written on it: Shikano Yong.

"Didn't you go to Yamada's house? She seems to be living behind an Iai zakaya. ”

"After looking for it, Ms. Yamada called the police, but did not wait as scheduled, and we did not find Ms. Yamada when we arrived at the scene, hoping that she was not in danger. ”

Ye Haoran scolded secretly in his heart: In the big fart place in the county, the reporter has lost it, and you still solve a fart case.

"When I met Yamada, I would have asked her to contact the police. ”

The door of the tea shop was pushed open again, the copper bell jingled, and two bikers wearing special attack uniforms walked in, and they walked up at a young age and threw out the feeling of twenty-five or eighty-thousand.

When the two saw Lu Ye, their movements stiffened suddenly, and they all turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop. Ye Haoran shouted, walked quickly to the door to block the way of the two gangsters, he pointed to the cuffs of the two gangsters and said, "Can you explain to Officer Luye where the blood stains on your sleeves came from." ”

The thug looked down at the cuffs, only to notice the blood dripping on them.

Shikano pounced and subdued one of the thugs.

"Light, we don't know whose blood it is? None of us have been in a fight lately. The other thug shouted loudly, and suddenly took out a pair of scissors and stabbed Shikano in the stomach.

Released in Luye, the gangsters waved their knives and looked at Ye Haoran again, forcing Ye Hao back and then the two gangsters fled.

"Catch ...... Live...... They ...... "Lu Ye fell to the ground in pain and didn't forget to catch people."

The police soon arrived, Lu Ye was sent to the hospital for rescue, Kishimoto also rushed over to ask Ye Haoran about the situation, and after learning that Ye Haoran found some on the sleeves of the gangsters, he complained: "Mr. Xiangyuan, you should have secretly told Lu Ye, instead of reckless action, you almost killed Lu Ye." ”

"I'm sorry. Ye Haoran sincerely apologized.

"Just leave the rest to our police. After Kishimoto led the team away, the tea shop had been hanging a sign saying that it was closed for rest in the afternoon, and Kohayada refused to go home, so he had to wait until Yamada Yumiru came to rest assured.

But they waited until nightfall, and they didn't wait for Yamada Yuki, and Kohayada cried in fear, she thought that Yamada Yumi had been killed.

Ye Haoran went to close the curtains, the continuous drizzle made the night cold, and the light of the street lamps in the distance swayed in the drizzle, like a candle flame that would be extinguished at any time.

"Kohayata, you live here today, I have already called to your house, Mr. Gorou will come back tomorrow morning to pick you up, and you will have a good rest at home for a while. Ye Haoran took Xiao Hayada to the guest room and brought out the spare bedding for her.

"Thank you, sir. Kohayada weakly apologized, and it could be seen that she was frightened.

"The police will find Yamada, and I think she must have been frightened and hiding. Ye Haoran confirmed that the windows of the guest room were closed, closed the heavy curtains, and then put a screaming chicken in Kohayata's hand. "If you are in danger, pinch him hard, and I will rush over as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, Ye Haoran also pinched the screaming chicken a few times.

The piercing cry was reassuring at this time, and Kohayada hugged the screaming chicken and bowed to thank him.

Ye Haoran patted Xiao Hayata's head and said, "If you live in peace, treat it as your home." ”

Girls in island countries are influenced by local literature such as comics and animations, and subtly identify with the existence of touching their heads, and they can be quiet when they are touched on their heads.

"Thank you. Kohayada thanked him again.

Ye Haoran returned to the room, Ling Jingwei hadn't slept yet, she heard about the homicide in the county Haoran, because she didn't go out often, she had no impression of the victim Mr. Jintian.

Ye Haoran decided to conduct a preliminary investigation of this area before he decided to live in seclusion in Shenwu County, but he did not go into detail to the point of everyone.

"You should get out and walk more. Ye Haoran said.

"Mrs. Uesugi next door has to inquire about everything, ask east and west, she seems to think that Huaxia is still an agricultural country, everyone goes out on bicycles, and eats steamed buns and egg soup for three meals a day, I said that Zhonghai has LV's luggage ** store, she didn't believe it, and asked me to come up with evidence. ”

Ling Jingwei hugged Ye Haoran's arm and complained about the neighbor's wife.

Ye Haoran scratched Ling Jingwei's nose and said, "Since they don't understand, you can give them literacy and tell them how convenient it is to pay for a certain treasure and a certain letter in China." ”

"They don't believe it. Husband, I don't want to have a baby in an island country, can we go back to China before the child is born?"

"Yes. Ye Haoran arranged for Ling Jing to lie down and gently massage his wife's calves.

Because of pregnancy, Ling Jingwei's calves are a little swollen, although many pregnant women are like this, Ye Haoran still feels very heartbroken, and daily massage has become Ye Haoran's compulsory course.

Ling Jing fell asleep comfortably, Ye Haoran carefully covered Ling Jingwei with the quilt and went out to the bathroom.

At this time, the doorbell rang, Ye Haoran frowned, he had zero tolerance for any sound that disturbed Ling Jingwei's rest, who would visit others on a rainy day.

Ye Haoran walked to the door to check the door mirror and saw Kishimoto wearing a poncho and a strange policewoman in the camera.

In European and American movies, as long as it rains, no matter how much laughter falls in the rain, the protagonists will walk in the rain in raincoats, and the pipes in their mouths will not be extinguished by the rain, even if a hailstone the size of a watermelon falls in front of them, they will scream after waiting for a few seconds.

Kishimoto is obviously not the actor, he is just a supporting character who is wet and shivering, or the kind of supporting character who can be easily killed by murderers.

Ye Haoran opened the door and let Kishimoto come in.

Kishimoto wears a raincoat, a certain steam-style hat, and if paired with a pipe, it is a Conan Doyle wearing a poncho.