Fujiwara Yo, who is delicate and sensitive, is also very good at insight, and he noticed that the continuous force of Zhufu Jingguang's hand caused the photo to be wrinkled, and it seems that he is reluctant to say the reason is not just that he wants to use his own strength to detect the eucalyptus and avenge his parents, I am afraid that there are psychological obstacles.

After he and Yin Dahang glanced at each other, he took a step forward and blocked Zhu Fu's body and said, "He just thinks the goblet tattoo is very cool, and he wants to ask where the tattoo is." ”

“？” Zhufu Jingguang didn't expect Fujiwara to say such a thing, he looked down and noticed that the photo was about to be rubbed by himself, and quickly let go of his hand and carefully smoothed it, and when he calmed down, he smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I crumpled the photo." ”

"Hahaha, it's okay, if you want to know where Mr. Irie's tattoo is, you have to ask him personally!" Gaimorichi took the photo and smiled nonchalantly.

Behind the counter

The Ministry of Things, who had been "watching the play" for a long time, glared at the half-moon eye on Wednesday and complained: "Aren't you police academy students? Even if you think the tattoo is cool, you can't get a tattoo. ”

"Just asking, we won't break the school rules!" Yin Dahang smiled heartily, and secretly gave Fujiwara a thumbs up in his heart, this reaction speed and emotional intelligence are okay, praise for you.

Monobe showed a speechless expression on Wednesday, and the cat-eyed guy just now was so excited that he slapped the table, and in the end he wanted to ask where Mr. Irie's tattoo was tattooed, which was really outrageous enough.

Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally knew that the two of them were excusing themselves, and he smiled and said, "Mr. clerk, I'm really sorry to disturb your business, so let's go first." Of course, I would also like to thank Mr. Waimori for answering the question for me. ”

"Hahaha, you're welcome, it's fun to help others!" When he walked out of the store, he looked at Fujiwara Yoo and Yoon Dahang who were standing beside him, he wanted to say his parents' papers, but he didn't know how to say them...... Who made him lose some of his memories after being traumatized, and even became more and more ambiguous as he grew older.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and at the same time, it also made Zhu Fu Jingguang become anxious, because he was worried that one day he would forget all the information about the eucalyptus, does that mean that he will never be able to avenge his parents?

At the very least, the murderer who took the life of others at will will be brought to justice, so he will become stubborn, believing that only the only person involved can solve the case.

"If you don't want to say it, don't force yourself." Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he was a little surprised that the person who said this sentence was Fujiwara Yo, not Yin Da's squad leader.

Because in his cognition - Fujiwara rarely speaks such words, he doesn't say much, and it always gives people the impression that he is not nosy.

Sensing the gaze of others, Fujiwara Yoshi, who had his hands in his pockets, drooped his eyelids and said lazily: "It's normal for people to have secrets, don't you also keep them secret for me?" ”

"Huh? What's the secret between the two of you? Yin Dahang also spoke out at the right time to ease the atmosphere, but the gossip on his face was true.

"Even when I went out with you, I noticed that there was a crack in Zhufu's door, and when I went downstairs, the corner of my eye turned to his snickering expression." Fujiwara Yo explained very calmly.

Yin Dahang was a little surprised when he heard this, and he showed a strange expression and said, "Huh? I didn't expect you to be interested in eavesdropping on the corner? ”

"What are you talking about, squad leader Yin Da? I don't have that kind of interest, right?! Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice couldn't help but raise a few points, and he frowned and explained: "Actually, I was going to go out that time, but as soon as I pushed open the door, I heard the two of you standing in the aisle chatting openly, this is not eavesdropping on the corner." ”

"So that's the case, hahaha, I'm sorry to misunderstand you!" Zhu Fu Jingguang knew very well in his heart that Yin Da's squad leader wanted to quickly transfer this topic, and it was fake to see the two of them thinking about themselves.

In the face of his parents, he was paranoid, he didn't even tell his brother Zhufu Gaoming that he became a policeman to solve the suspense that pressed on his heart, and he didn't reach out to the young tame Gu Zero.

Because he was afraid that everyone involved in this matter would become unhappy, he no longer expected anyone to leave his side...... Especially the people he cares about, which also includes gradual planning

Fujiwara Yu and others in the "Friends" column. But Zhu Fu Jingguang knew very well in his heart that a person's power was limited, and if he turned away the people who wanted to help him now, would he never be able to get out of the dark wallboard again.

After Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a long time, he raised his head again, there was a touch of embarrassment on his face, he reached out and scratched the tip of his nose, and his eyes shifted to the side, not daring to look at the two people in front of him: "That, in fact, I have something I want to ask you." Yin Dahang couldn't help but pause after hearing this, he didn't expect Jingguang to finally be willing to open his heart to tell his past, he reached out and hugged the shoulders of the two people next to him, and said with a smile: "No matter what it is, Fujiwara and I will do our best to assist you, and they should also be looking forward to you saying such a commission!" Fujiwara Yu also nodded when he heard this, indicating that he would do his best.

He reached for the disinfectant spray in his trouser pocket, but contracted his fingers as he found himself less resistant to physical contact.

Hooking up between friends seems to be acceptable. After thinking about it in his heart, Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him seriously and said, "I want to ask you to help me investigate Mr. Irie, is it okay?" Zhu Fu Jingguang really wanted to know if Mr. Irie was the murderer he was looking for, and he had no bottom in his heart.

Because the tattoo he saw back then was at the upper arm position, and Mr. Irie's tattoo was at the shoulder position, he always felt that Mr. Irie should have nothing to do with his parents' eucalyptus.

However, this is the only time in fifteen years that he has come close

"The murderer", the man with a goblet tattoo was investigated for the first time. He really didn't want to give up any clues, and he even doubted his memory.

"Yes, but I think we could expand the scope of the investigation." Hearing Fujiwara Yoo's answer, Mofushi Jingguang withdrew from his thoughts, and he asked with some puzzlement, "Expand the scope of the investigation?" ”

"Fujiwara, you don't want to investigate other people with tattoos, do you?" Yin Dahang faintly sensed the meaning of Fujiwara's words and asked out loud.

Fujiwara Yu had a scorpion tattoo of a motorcycle clerk in his mind, and he fumbled for the police manual from his pocket, took out a black ballpoint pen and scribbled on it, then spread it out flat, and asked rhetorically without hasting to explain, "What do you think this looks like?" Zhu Fu Jingguang and Yin Dahang's eyes fell on the police manual, and within three seconds, they said in unison: "Goblet." ”

"But I'm not drawing a goblet."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Yu picked up the pen again and scribbled on the side, and after a minute, he explained: "Actually, I used a little psychological suggestion just now, deliberately smearing the content of the drawing in black, and after seeing such an outline inside, I reflexively thought that the content of the drawing was a goblet." Mofushi looked at the redrawn picture next to him, and he had to say that Fujiwara's painting level was very high, and at this glance he could tell that the object he painted was an hourglass.

The goblet and hourglass are filled with black and are similar to the pictures you see in your memory.

"Zhufu, in your memory, did you always think that the murderer was a man with a goblet tattoo on his arm?"