It is speculated that Kuwabara was killed about a week ago. Extrapolating backwards from the day of the autopsy, the time of death was about the twenty-seventh. From this point of view, the text message sent on the afternoon of the 27th that he would return home in the evening may not have been sent by Kuwabara, but by the prisoner in Kuwabara's name.

Tian Chunda believes that the text message must be carefully investigated. In order to clarify this key point, it is necessary to investigate with the communications department.

"He's from Starlight News, right?" Tian Chunda asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Kuwabara replied.

"I'm sorry about him spending the night outside, can I ask if there is a woman with him?"

"As far as I know, he doesn't have women. Although he looks a little flowery, I think it's just about his appearance. ”

"Do you have any impression of anyone holding a grudge against him?"

"Nope."

Mrs. Kuwabara shook her head vigorously. However, Tian Chunda did not believe her denial. Judging by the harsh tone of the text message, "I don't want to see your face again," there should have been someone who had feelings of abomination for Kuwabara at the source of the letter. The purpose of Kuwabara's Tohoku trip may have been to visit this person. Maybe it was the deterioration of the relationship that hurt the feelings of the other party, and the result of this text message appeared.

"What kind of people are his friends?"

"I don't know. Because of his work, he often goes to drink before going home, but there seems to be no one who can be called a good friend. ”

"What did he travel to the Northeast for?" Tian Chunda asked.

"Well, I don't know." Mrs. Kuwabara replied.

"Who are you going to interview?"

"I don't know anything. Because he doesn't talk about work at home. ”

Madame may have seen through the disgruntled expression of the criminal police, so she added.

"Actually, madam, we found a text message from your husband's mobile phone. The letter read, 'I don't want to see your face again'. ”

As soon as Madame heard the hysterical content of the text message, her swollen red eyes widened and she had an inexplicable expression.

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"I don't know what's going on, but I think it's rude for this person to send this kind of text message." The intonation of Madame's voice became high-pitched.

After a moment of silence, she licked her lips and spoke again.

"My husband is a headliner. So I often go out to collect materials and travel, and sometimes I have to reluctantly meet people I hate to cover the news. Because it's his job, there's no way around it. ”

The way she spoke was like complaining, and Tian Chunda nodded in agreement.

"I think he went out this time to get materials. The person who sent this text message may have been forcibly dragged by my husband to an interview, so he must have held a grudge. ”

If you take into account the nature of this profession, it is understandable that some people would be disgusted by Kuwabara's hard-line approach to materials. The person who was interviewed by Kuwabara was too angry with his stubborn approach, so he felt uncomfortable not sending that text message, which Tian Chunda felt understandable. However, even if this is the case, if the person interviewed by Kuwabara is regarded as a prisoner, the conclusion will be drawn a little faster, and in short, it is necessary to find out the person involved and investigate the cause of the matter.

The question is, where did Kuwabara go, who to find? Judging from Madame's words, the news agency did not seem to give a very clear answer.

However, the situation has suddenly changed, and it is impossible for the news agency not to say it. Next, it's time to thoroughly investigate Kuwabara's usual behavior and relationships. Tian Chunda thought about it like this, and after adding an inquiry, he borrowed Kuwabara's photo and left his house.

12

The Starlight News Agency turned out to be only Kuwabara alone, with a desk in a large office.

Tian Chunda and the others had no choice but to inquire about the situation from other units in this office.

"Heck, Kuwabara is a freelance writer and headliner. He reads the news in the newspaper, and if he finds a subject, he will run to interview it, and then sell the news to a weekly or something. ”

An obese and friendly middle-aged man from another company next to him said to the criminal police.

"What kind of people are there who come to visit Mr. Kuwabara?" Tian Chunda asked.

"Almost no one will come to visit him. Because the group of people who will be here are here as much as possible not to let the guests see the office. ”

He smiled optimistically and cheerfully. Even though he wasn't that old yet, he was already full of dentures.

"But......," the fat man said and stopped.

"What?" Tian Chunda asked.

"He seems to have written slanderous news, so a man came to the door and made a fuss, and Kuwabara was beaten. In short, that person is really aggressive, and he looks like he won't give up. Later, we put the man's hands behind his back and let Mr. Kuwabara escape, so that the matter ended safely. ”

"When was that?"

"In the summer. It's probably more than June, and it's more than August. ”

"Twice?" He felt that this person was a bit grudgeful, and he remembered too much.

"No, after the first time he was beaten, the pen seemed to be tougher than violent; Mr. Kuwabara seems to have written a strange report of revenge. After the man saw it, he came to clean up and wait for him again. ”

"Do you remember what that guy looked like?"

"He's an athletic man in his thirties. He has broad shoulders and a dark complexion, and is simply the kind of person who is popular with women. I remember that he had a badge pinned to his chest, and the details are not clear......"

"Do you know his name?"

"Well, what did Kuwabara call him to?"

He looked back at the table next door with the TV script stacked high. At this time, the long-faced young man with a pointed chin suddenly tilted his head sideways and said, "There seems to be a black character." ”

"Oh yes. Black...... Black...... Well, I can't remember the full name, but it does have a black character. ”

"What kind of profession is he?"

"He's an office worker. Because he wears very elaborate clothes, he must be working in a very good company. ”

Even if you wear good clothes, you can't just say that you are really good at work. As soon as Tian Chunda thought so, the other party seemed to understand the meaning of his eyes, and immediately changed his words and said: "No, judging from the clothing is also risky." Mr. Kuwabara has been wearing fancy clothes lately, but he hasn't actually worked for a very good company. ”

"Lately?"

"Yes, after nearly half a year, he suddenly started to dress up. It's not just clothes, for example, he used to eat a bowl of noodles for lunch, but now he has a richer meal, and the level of cigarettes he smokes has also improved, and everything has become more generous. ”

"Is it because his workload has increased? Did you increase your income......"

No, he was idle, putting his hat back and his feet on the table, and playing around pretending to be a newspaper reporter from an American movie. I guess he's got some kind of cash cow. ”

The smile on the fat man's face disappeared, and he said in a serious tone. If it is as he said, then it can be speculated that Kuwabara is going to blackmail others.

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Kuwabara?"

"I remember this very clearly, it was the evening of the 26th. It's five o'clock. ”

"Kuwabara took the train that night to the provincial capital on a business trip, did he say who he visited?"

"Well, I haven't heard of that. It may be that the headline reporter industry is very competitive, and he has never spread out to talk about it; When I go on a trip, I never say anything about the destination. Therefore, even if his wife called to ask, she could only answer to this extent. ”

The fat man abruptly stopped the conversation, twisting his thick neck to look around the table.

"Has anyone heard of this? These two are Mr. Criminal Police. ”

Tian Chunda nodded lightly again and looked at everyone's faces. There were about three people who looked very curious, but one of them, the short man who was smoking, rolled his eyes mercilessly when he heard that it was the criminal policeman.

"It seems that no one has heard of it."

"That's right...... Kuwabara was supposed to take the train back on the 27th of the next day, but after he got off the train, his whereabouts were unknown, and he did not return home. I'm afraid it was a prisoner's house that stayed overnight and was taken out and killed the next day, the police held this opinion. Do you have any clues about his friends? Judging from the fact that he can spend the night there with peace of mind, I think the man on the other side should be Kuwabara's friend...... If you can count on your support, you will be able to get a strong reference for the progress of the investigation. ”