When I opened my eyes in the morning, the sun shone in through the curtains, and the faint sound of birds came from the treetops outside the curtains.

I looked at the clock, at eight o'clock in the morning, I never needed an alarm clock, I could wake up on time at six o'clock, but today I went to bed late, is it because I have been too tired lately? It seems that this case really put a lot of pressure on me.

I rubbed my eyes, folded the quilt, went to the bathroom to wash, brushed my toothbrush and brushed halfway through the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, Watanabe was standing outside with a grin, and his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, confused.

"The section chief didn't see you in the bureau early in the morning, so I guessed if you were still at home, so I bought it and came to you early!" Watanabe held up the sushi bento in his hand and shook it in front of my eyes.

"Come in." I turned and walked into the room and continued my unfinished brushing of my teeth.

"You're coming to me to bring me breakfast?" I asked, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Oh, there's one more thing I want to report to you, section chief." Watanabe sat on the couch.

"Surveillance results?" I wiped my mouth with a towel.

"Well, I checked the surveillance and found that the surveillance coverage time was indeed a week ago, but fortunately the apartment has always been archived, so I searched overnight and found that no one had entered the deceased's home a few days before or even a week before."

I frowned, just as I had in mind.

"However, section chief, I found a very suspicious person in the surveillance." Watanabe's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Who?"

"I found a person who was wearing a mask, sunglasses, and hat whenever he appeared, and he was very tightly dressed, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the surveillance, and coincidentally he lived next door to Chiyoko."

"You mean, he's seriously suspected?"

"That's right, I've checked his resident information, his name is Kumamoto Izawa, and he's a tavern owner, but I don't know where he is at the moment."

My eyes shrunk, and then I shook my head, "I don't think he is the murderer, because wearing masks and sunglasses is to hide his identity, but he is blatantly going in and out of his house under surveillance, he will not know that the police will be able to find out his information for this, this is undoubtedly three hundred taels of silver here, but it is still necessary to investigate this Kumamoto, after all, it is necessary to figure out why he did this." ”

"Okay, I'll investigate."

I went downstairs after eating sushi with Watanabe, Watanabe went to reverse, I was standing on the side of the road, the harsh sunlight made me stretch out my hand to cover my eyes, and suddenly my eyes fell on the homeless man standing under the big tree in front of me, his gray hair was gray hair or dust, and at this moment his eyes were looking at me with a very strange look.

"Toot toot." Watanabe honked his horn at me in the car, and I pulled my eyes back, opened the door and got into the car.

Back at the police station, the bureau was still as busy as usual, and when I came to the office, Nakamura was still looking at the whiteboard, his brows were furrowed, and the whiteboard had been scribbled a lot by him, I put the briefcase on the table, sat next to him, looked at the rules and regulations on the whiteboard and winked, "How is it, what are your ideas?" ”

Nakamura shook his head, he scratched his hair, his hair was already scarce, I was a little worried that he would be scratched a lot if he tried too hard "I thought about countless possibilities, and even wondered if there would be a secret door in the closet of the deceased's house and next door, but this possibility was quickly ruled out by me, if there was really a secret door, how could the deceased not pay attention to it all the time." ”

"Also, why did the murderer smash a hole in the floor-to-ceiling window? Isn't that just a recipe for it? ”

I can't help but feel a little sympathy for Nakamura, how long he has been struggling alone, but he is also troubled by this case, the only thing I know is that the murderer must have laid a lot of puzzles, and if we want to get into the most central secrets, we must go deeper and deeper.

"Where is it so good for you to think clearly, the murderer has the mind of the murderer, if our thinking has never been able to connect with the murderer, we will always just wander on the edge of the truth." Watanabe teased.

I looked back at Watanabe and blinked, I couldn't believe that this young man could say such philosophical things.

"Don't dwell on these anymore, let's first investigate all the people who are most suspected of committing crimes, first of all, we will investigate the interpersonal relationships of the deceased before their death, and find out who has the most motive and time to commit the crime." I looked at them and said.

At noon, Watanabe and I ate together in the cafeteria, we stood at the back of the line and lined up, today's weather is very hot, the whole canteen is like a big stove, sweat beads continue to come out of my back, so that the shirt is all attached to the back, I can't help frowning, this feeling is really very uncomfortable, I suddenly have a desire to escape from here, but looking at Watanabe with a calm face next to him, he has also been sweating back, his hair is messy on his forehead, but he seems to be very used to it.

I then remembered that I hadn't come to the cafeteria to eat for a long time, and since Chiyoko moved next door, I had been back at home for every meal, because I could see Chiyoko's figure from the window, and I could hear Chiyoko's sound of coming home safely, although I had no contact with her, but I had already become her guardian invisibly, and it had become my habit to silently protect her safety.

That's why I went to Chiyoko's house after the power went out that night because I was worried about her, but I couldn't change the result, because of my negligence, Chiyoko ended up dying.

If I had paid more attention at the time, Chiyoko... Chiyoko won't die.

My fists clenched.

When it was my turn to cook, the old man in charge of the spoon was called Fujino, and his eyes lit up when he saw me, and when we sat down, he wiped his hands and came to our table and sat down.

"Uncle." We said hello together.

"Congratulations, I haven't seen you for a long time, isn't the food I cook not delicious?" Fujino said exaggeratedly with wide eyes

"Where will the old man, the food you cook is delicious." Watanabe bared his teeth and his mouth was still full of rice.

"You're poor." Fujino had a smile on his face.

"Uncle, it's not because of this, it's because of something else." I say.

"Oh? What's that going on? Let me guess, I told you that I used to tell people when I was young, and I can see people accurately. He looked at me sharply and raised an eyebrow, "Do you have a girlfriend?" ”

Watanabe, who was on the side, snorted and squirted out the rice in his mouth.

"No, it's not my uncle." I quickly denied it.

"That's... There must be a sweetheart, yes. Fujino said with a look of conviction.

But I bowed my head and said no more.

"Eh, no, looking at you now, your sweetheart should be gone, away from you, and because of you, you could not have lost her, so you look very painful and guilty."

I raised my head and looked at Fujino with my eyes open, and Watanabe on the side was already dumbfounded.

"Chuanhe, my old man has lived for so many years, there are some things I want to say to you, some people don't lose because of their impulse, some people only know how to regret when they lose, not to mention that person is your sweetheart, no matter what reason you quarrel, in short, apologize to her, like a man, you have to make up for what you have done wrong, take advantage of the apology to confess to her, believe me, you are right, you are a good boy, no woman will refuse you." Fujino tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a kind smile, and he got up and left.

"Section Chief, is it really fake? Who is that woman? Watanabe had a curious expression.

I didn't care, but lowered my head, and Fujino's words echoed in my ears, he was right, that woman did leave because of me, but the place where she left was not just my side, but the world, and I never had a chance to confess to her again.