"Is it my turn now!" After finishing the questioning of Valdés, Shohei Kono gently pulled Lin Xiuyi aside and asked him in a low voice.

"Didn't I ask you, you told me you were sleeping, and no one could prove your claim!" Lin Xiu replied to Kono half-jokingly.

"Hey, you agreed, you must help me clear my suspicion before I get to the station, Xiu Yijun, can't you regret it now!" Kono reminded Lin Xiuyi with a little annoyance.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, so I want to find out the murderer as soon as possible! There are still two suspects left, if you don't pester me anymore, I may be able to finish all the preliminary interrogation in twenty minutes......" Lin Xiu turned around Kono Shohei who was blocking in front of him, and then walked towards the No. 8 car.

There were only two passengers in car 8, and Shuichi Hayashi was one of them, while the other passenger was called Yasuo Hashimoto. Mr. Hashimoto has not been seen so far. Even Lin Shuichi, who was in the same carriage as him, had never seen Mr. Hashimoto's true face.

When Lin Xiuyi came to the door of Mr. Hashimoto's box, the train staff who had been guarding the door shook their heads helplessly at Lin Xiuyi.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiuyi asked curiously.

"Mr. Hashimoto inside didn't respond, and I don't know what's going on!" the flight attendant reluctantly reported to Lin Xiuyi.

"Mr. Hashimoto!Mr. Hashimoto! I'm sorry to disturb you so late, I'm Lin Shuichi from the Search Lesson. There are some situations that I would like to know from you and would like to delay you by a few minutes. Lin Xiuyi knocked on the sliding door of the train box, and the sliding door was locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside. Lin Xiu, who was standing outside, waited for a long time, but still didn't see anyone inside responding. So he could only helplessly ask the conductor to use the key to forcibly open the sliding door from the outside. After receiving Lin Xiuyi's instructions, the conductor returned to the carriage in front to collect the key. At this moment, the sliding door was actually opened from the inside.

"Excuse me, there is...... What's the matter!" A thin middle-aged man in his fifties and sixties pulled the sliding door through a crack, stuck his head out, and looked at Lin Xiuyi and Kono Shohei vigilantly. He is slightly bald on the top of his head, has a thin body, and wears a pair of glasses with a high degree, and he looks like an honest man.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Hashimoto?" said Lin Xiuyi as he took out the police handbook in his pocket and showed it to the other party. The other party looked at Lin Xiuyi's documents carefully, and then asked with some confusion and vigilance: "Police, is something happening?"

"An unfortunate thing has indeed happened, if it's convenient, can we go in and have a chat?" Lin Xiuyi stood at the door, carefully looking at the suspect named Yasuo Hashimoto. Lin Xiuyi noticed the smell of soap and shaving water coming from the other party's body. He subconsciously looked at the time on his watch, it was really early, but it was only half past two in the morning. Did you get up so early to wash up?

When Lin Xiuyi walked into Yasuo Hashimoto's box, he found that the bed in this box did not seem to have moved, and Lin Xiuyi also noticed that a suit and ties and other items were neatly placed on the bed in the box. Other than that, though, there's nothing else out of the ordeal.

"Mr. Hashimoto, did you get up so early?" asked Lin Xiuyi tentatively.

"Ah...... There are some things to deal with, so I haven't slept all the time!" Hashimoto Yasuo thought for a moment, and then replied cautiously to Lin Shuichi.

"Do you already know what's going on in the carriage?" Hayashi followed Yasuo Hashimoto to the tea room on the second floor, which had a lot of traces of activity, with a stack of letter paper and a fountain pen on the coffee table. And the cushion next to the coffee table clearly shows signs of sitting.

"No...... I don't know, I've been staying in my own box, and even eating dinner is a fairy queen bento!" Hashimoto Yasuo denied with some nervousness.

"So, can you ask me where you have been since eleven o'clock last night to one o'clock in the morning?" Lin Xiuyi asked again and again.

"I've been here all the time, writing something!" Hashimoto looked at Lin Xiuyi vigilantly, and then the two glanced at each other.

When Hashimoto said the phrase "write something", Lin Xiu couldn't help but glance at the letterhead on the other party's desk.

"Mr. Hashimoto, who are you writing to? It's really rare to still use letters to communicate these days!" Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, I'm ashamed to think that my generation seems to have been left behind by the times! And I've always insisted that important information should be conveyed in writing, which is a little stubbornness of mine......"

After chatting with Yasuo Hashimoto for a few words, Lin Shuichi picked up the pen on the table after obtaining the other party's consent. This is also a fountain pen for writing music cards. The pitch-black surface and heavy weight make people feel the urge to write something when they pick it up.

"Ahh

"This is a good pen, as long as it is properly maintained, it can be used for a long time!" Hashimoto Yasuo introduced to Lin Shuichi with feelings.

Lin Xiuyi chatted with Hashimoto for a while, and then took the initiative to leave, and when parting, Lin Xiuyi took Hashimoto's fountain pen and left his own fountain pen here in Hashimoto.

Hashimoto just sent Lin Xiuyi to the rest area downstairs, but Lin Xiuyi suddenly remembered something, took out his business card casually, and then took out a pen again, and said to Hashimoto:

"Ahh

"Ah, I'll help you get it back!" Hashimoto hurriedly turned around and was about to leave.

"Ah, don't bother you, I'm just careless, but I didn't expect this kind of character to be a policeman, or I'll go by myself, I don't know if I've forgotten other things!"

As soon as Lin Xiuyi finished speaking, he took back the pen, he politely refused Hashimoto, who wanted to follow Lin Xiuyi, walked up to the second floor alone, put down Hashimoto's fountain pen with one hand, put his pen in his arms, and took the top piece of letterhead paper casually. Then fold it as fast as you can and put it in your pocket.

Lin Xiuyi wanted to know what he had written all night in Hashimoto's recovery!