Chapter 7 the sixth part

Yoshimura got his whole body into the grass beside the railway line. subtitle: Near Salt Mountain on the Chuo Line. Under the scorching sun, Yoshimura was covered in sweat.He pushed aside the grass and searched around with sharp eyes. * * * Yoshimura stood by the railway, blindly wiping the sweat with a handkerchief, finally took a breath, drilled into the grass, pulled the grass away, and searched again as if sniffing something with a sensitive nose. Beads of sweat kept dripping down again. He wiped them with the back of his hands and his arms, but kept his eyes on the ground, not letting go of any place, even the tangled grass crevices.he's starting to feel overheated

angry. It's like a hound that is sweating, panting and hunting tenaciously. Imanishi stared straight at the section chief. Section Chief: He searched all over the white things that the woman dropped along the central line, and seemed to find five or six pieces of paper. Imanishi: (eyes flashing suddenly) Is that a piece of paper? Section Chief: No, it seems to be a piece of cloth. It is said that it is still colored, and it is being sent for testing now. Scientific testing of the small pieces of cloth is ongoing. Yoshimura watched excitedly. The door opened, and Imanishi walked in quietly.

Yoshimura didn't notice. A picture of the continuation of scientific experiments. Technician: It looks like blood. Yoshimura: It's human, human blood! (anxiously) What blood type? Technician: I haven't found out if it's blood... Besides, the blood type will not be available until ten hours later... But, I can't wait that long! Yoshimura: Can't you know the result in an hour or two? Technician: (with a wry smile) Isn’t it difficult for you! Imanishi patted Yoshimura's shoulder lightly from behind. Yoshimura: Ah, it's Imanishi you, when did you come? Imano: Well done!

Yoshimura: How's the situation over there? Imanishi silently shook his head. (swipe across) Test tubes arranged side by side. A technician is performing a blood agglutination test. subtitle: Ten hours passed. Blood coagulation tests are still ongoing. Yoshimura and Imamishi who watched over the test. Yoshimura waited impatiently, staring anxiously at the open notepad and the technician. Open notepad. The blood type of the victim Miki Kenichi: O type. Imanishi waited silently. Technician: The test results came out, (turning around) It is type O. The eyes of the two men met one another.

Yoshimura and another plainclothes policeman scouted around. In various places, various people such as food store salesmen, real estate owners, apartment managers, and newspaper deliverers were asked to look at photos and ask questions, and they were sweating profusely. subtitle: All the original scouts were summoned, holding the edited photo of Takagi Rieko, and began to trace her whereabouts. A brand new building, near Kakio along the Odakyu line. The surrounding cultivated land, vacant land and miscellaneous woods. A rain-shield stands on the window on the second floor to block the scorching sun from the west.

A woman leaned out of this window and took in a men's shirt that was hanging on a hanger. Rieko was folding a men's shirt. With messy piles of furniture and freshly painted walls, this is a desolate woman's room that has just moved in. After finishing folding the shirt, Rieko combed it in front of the mirror. Lying in a corner of the room with He Yingliang. Hega stared at the ceiling. He He: To be on the safe side, let’s move again. Living here is better than moving to the downtown area. Rieko: (nods to the mirror) Okay. Hega: It's so hot! Rieko stood up, turned on the kitchen faucet, wet a warm towel, twisted it, walked to Hega's side, and wiped him from neck to chest.

Rieko: I, please. He He's eyes staring at the ceiling suddenly became serious. Rieko: I used to obey you in everything... no matter what, so I only ask you for this one... No, I'm not afraid of surgery. He He: No way! The voice was low and a little cold.In an instant, he immediately stood up and spoke violently, almost like thunder. He He: I have already told you, only this matter is absolutely, absolutely unacceptable! All three departments were dispatched, and there was no one in the house. No, Imanishi was there alone. Two or three volumes of village history materials that have been read are neatly stacked on the desktop, and red bookmarks are inserted in several places.

Imanishi is reading "History of Guisong Village" intently. There seemed to be a strange tenacious light in the eyes. His eyes suddenly focused on a line of words. Furthermore, the local policeman Miki not only took care of the child, but even made up his mind to adopt him as an adopted son and raise him. Imanishi raised his face suddenly, and his eyes fell on a spot on the wall in front of him. * * * The tea room of the Okuidezumo Kame Shotohara family. The old man Kirihara, who was sitting upright, was narrating slowly. Kirihara: Well, if it’s unfortunate, it’s that after he was promoted to the chief of the security department of the Mimori Bureau, his wife passed away due to illness... and the couple had no children.

Imanishi silently finished his notes, put in a bookmark, and continued reading. Imamishi and Yoshimura are drinking. Yoshimura couldn't suppress the anger in his chest. Imamishi: Public search? Yoshimura: You know that Tokyo has a population of 10 million, and it would be nice if you could publish the search openly in the newspaper, knowing that she is not the main criminal, and there are human rights issues.However, if you catch her and interrogate her, you can follow the clues Yet? Imanishi: (softly) Publish photos in newspapers to find people, of course it will be quick. Yoshimura: Oh?

Imamishi: But, in this way, who can guarantee that the next day in Tama River, Edo River, no, near Tokyo Bay, there will be no corpses of women tattooed to death by men. Yoshimura was speechless for a moment. Imanishi: If you create a situation like a kite with a broken string, you won't be able to find any clues. Yoshimura grabbed the beer bottle, but there was no alcohol in the bottle. Yoshimura: Hey, have a beer! Unhappy, Yoshimura grabbed a handful of salted beans, threw them into his mouth, and began to chew. Imanishi: (talking to himself) I really want to visit Ise. Yoshimura: Huh?

Imamishi: Why did Miki Kenichi come to Tokyo... What's the matter... He didn't plan to come to Tokyo... Why did he suddenly change his mind after arriving in Ise? Yoshimura: Well, Imamishi, maybe there's something else he can't tell his son? Imanishi: No, judging from his personality, there will be nothing ulterior. Yoshimura: So, what exactly... Imanishi: Maybe he bumped into someone by accident, or something... No, I don't know much about the situation, I always want to go to Ise... (forced to drink the remaining beer in the glass) But , the last time I went to Northeast Sanyin Transferred outside, got nothing, so it's not good to talk about it this time. He He drove. Sitting next to him was Sachiko Tasho. Limousines coming in and out. He He's car slid in. Several signs for parties and get-togethers are lined up. He He's car stopped, and Sachiko got out of the car. The waiter with a bow tie came over respectfully nodding and bowing. Waiter; here you come. Sachiko: Where is my father? Waiter: Ah, at the Hunan Pavilion. Sachiko: It's so far away. Waiter: Excuse me, let me show you the way. Zuo Zhiyu: No, I know. There are many trees, five-storied pagodas, and scattered courtyard lights. In the center of Tokyo, it is unexpected that there will be such a wide and secluded garden. Sachiko and He walked side by side. Located on the half-waist of a big hill, it looks like a tea house. The bluish-white garden lights illuminate the garden lawn bright green.