"You're talking about Mr. Irie, right?"

After hearing this, the three people standing in front of the counter couldn't help but turn around, wanting to know who the person who suddenly interjected into the topic was.

Wearing a peaked cap, gray hair can tell that he is not young, and the corners of his eyes are obviously surrounded by two deep splayed lines and silent oath wrinkles The owner is very fond of laughing.

Date Hang turned around and recognized who the man who spoke was it, and he greeted with a smile:

"You're Mr. Wai Shou of the laundry, aren't you?"

"You can't do that, Mr. Waimori." Standing at the counter, the Ministry of Things, Wednesday held his waist with one hand and said helplessly, which directly revealed the customer's information, so that he should be good.

The outer guard smiled and waved his hand, and said in a brisk tone:

"Don't worry, these three young men will all be police officers in the future! And they saved me at the convenience store before, so they're an absolute good boy! ”

Was it a student at the police academy? On Wednesday, a certain natural roll classmate appeared in the mind of the Ministry of Things, and he glared at the half-moon eyes and whispered in his heart: That kid is actually a future policeman? I thought it was a thug who took a break from school and stayed at home.

"Ahh

Matsuda Jinpei, whose cigarettes were confiscated by the Onizuka instructor, was assigned to clean the rooftop, and he didn't know if it was dust or someone scolding him, so he sneezed without holding back.

"Xiao Zhenping, maybe a girl is talking about you." Kenji Hagiwara, who helped with the cleaning, joked with a smile.

"Cut, it's probably the ghost guy scolding me!" Matsuda Jinpei doesn't think his personality is popular, and he hasn't figured out why Hagi is so popular since he was a child.

"Speaking of which, I just saw Little Fujiwara and them out of school."

"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei stopped what he was doing, turned his head and asked, "They?" Who else? ”

Kenji Hagiwara snapped his fingers and said:

"Zhufu, squad leader and Fujiwara, there are three people in total, I think most of them went out with Xiao Zhufu."

"Oh...... Zhufu, that guy probably wants to investigate the goblet tattoo, do you have any special thoughts on this? Matsuda Jinhei had asked Shibuyani about the goblet tattoo, so he knew about the tragic death of the couple in Nagano Prefecture, and he understood that it was a knot in Zhufu's heart, so as a friend, he wanted to reach out and help.

Kenji Hagiwara said his analysis while mopping the floor:

"This is a case from fifteen years ago, and the current effective time for criminal prosecution is fifteen years, if this goblet tattooed man is the murderer that Zhu Fu is looking for, things will be in trouble."

"What do you mean is that the murderer has been secretly observing Zhu Fu and dares to appear in his life circle because he has passed the effective prosecution period for crimes?" Matsuda Jinhei's expression became serious, if this inference is true, Zhufu Jingguang's situation will be dangerous.

"It's just my reasoning, there are still many possibilities, it's just that the goblet tattoo guy just happens to have such a tattoo, and although Nagano Prefecture and Tokyo are quite close, there is still a certain distance."

"Let's find a time in the evening and ask, didn't Fujiwara and the squad leader follow?"

"Well, so clean the rooftop, or there won't even be a place for a tryst."

“…… Hagi, can't you just use a normal word? ”

"Hahaha, just kidding, Xiao Zhenping's expression is really interesting."

Matsuda Jinhei rolled his eyes, he wanted to complain about something but still chose to give up, he really couldn't win his own young tame in the fight mouth, he still knew this.

At this moment, in the motorcycle shop, hearing what the laundry staff said, Zhu Fu Jingguang knew that the person in front of him must have known something about the man with the goblet tattoo, and hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Gaimori, may I ask what kind of person is that Mr. Irie in your mouth?"

"He owns a hardware store but isn't around here, so he shouldn't be very talkative in terms of personality, just like this young man." Gaishoichi stretched out his hand and pointed at Fujiwara Yu, who was standing aside, and said.

Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that Waimoriichi actually had an impression of him. But the fact that he doesn't like to talk is nonsense, he's obviously quite talkative, but he prefers to listen rather than talk.

The hand pointing at Fujiwara Yoshi lowered the brim of his hat by the way, and Gaimoriichi lowered his head as if he was thinking, and he muttered:

"Speaking of which, there was a hot spring trip organized in our neighborhood last month, and he went with him."

"Really? Do you have a picture of him? ”

"Mr. Irie, he doesn't like to take pictures."

However, as soon as the words of the outer guard fell, Date Hang, who was standing next to him, became thoughtful, he held his chin and looked to the side, and reminded him very deliberately:

"If you're traveling in a group, you usually take a group photo before you leave or during the trip, right?"

As soon as the guard was reminded by Itahang, he showed a sudden realization expression, and put his right hand in his trouser pocket and took out an old-fashioned black leather wallet.

"It's really useless to be old, I've forgotten about the group photo!" He erected his wallet to protect his privacy, then took out a photo with creases from above, and he smiled and pointed to the man in the photo who didn't look easy to get along with: "Mr. Irie is this, wearing a black vest behind me." ”

The man in the photo should be about 1.85 meters tall, with a black coral hairstyle, sparse eyebrows, slender three white eyes, and a look of unhappiness when he droops hard, giving people the feeling that he does not look like a hardware store owner, but more like a member of the underworld who will collect protection money on the street.

Especially the big gold necklace around his neck, Mr. Irie's appearance will really make people think that he is an extremely difficult person to get along with.

Fujiwara, who is studying psychology, looks at the photo carefully and determines the psychological dynamics of the other party through facial expressions.

His eyebrows are not tightened, his eyes are looking straight ahead, and the corners of his mouth are drooping downwards while his body is tilted to the side where no one is standing, which shows that Mr. Irie really doesn't like taking group photos, and he should rarely socialize with people on weekdays, so he shows unhappiness and resistance to things he is not used to.

It seems that this Mr. Irie should be the same as what Mr. Waimori said, and he is a taciturn and unsociable person.

"But young man, why are you looking for someone with a tattoo? You know, there are a lot of tattoos now, this clerk has a tattoo of a scorpion on the back of his neck, and I also tattooed a tattoo of Guanyin on his upper arm. ”

Fujiwara Yu's eyes fell on the tattoo of the scorpion and the Kannon statue, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the former, because how is the shape of this scorpion similar to a goblet?

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at this photo seriously, and cold sweat began to break out on his face, obviously he recalled the bloody nightmare fifteen years ago, he clenched the photo in his hand and said:

"I ...... I just ......"

He wanted to say why he was looking for a man with a goblet tattoo on his arm, but he couldn't, just like the case hit him too hard and suffered from aphasia, and the invisible black hand tightly pinched his neck, so that he couldn't say the reason for the search.

"He just thought the goblet tattoo was cool and wanted to ask where it was tattooed."

“？”