Chapter 10 small town on meinong road

1 sir, sir.Hearing a woman calling softly, Long Xiong opened his eyes first.In the darkness came Tamura's snoring.Long Xiong turned on the desk lamp beside his pillow. Sir, are you awake? Through the paper sliding door, Long Xiong heard the maid's voice, so he sat up and agreed.I looked at my watch, it was just after two o'clock in the middle of the night. Mr. Police is here.said the maid. Long Xiong pushed Tian Cun.Tamura babbled and opened his red eyes. police? Tamura got up quickly.Long Xiong turned on the light and said please come in. Excuse me. Pulling open the paper door, two criminal policemen came in, their suits already gone.One held a store account, looked at Tiancun and Longxiong, and asked:

Something happened, please let us investigate.You two, there is no discrepancy registered in the account of the same store, right? There is no discrepancy, they are all real names.Long Xiong replied. Another detective stared at the suitcase in the alcove. Do you have any documents? There are business cards and tram monthly passes.Tamura replied proudly. Show us. Tamura stood up and walked to the place where the coat was hung, took out the business card holder, and took Longxiong's along the way. The criminal police seemed to be comparing them in detail, took a look at the business card, and read the words written on the monthly ticket, and then returned the biscuit and said thank you.

Okay, sorry to bother you late at night. please wait a while.Tamura's eyes were shining brightly, just now he said something happened, what's going on? The two detectives glanced at each other. Are you from the newspaper? good. Sorry, the specific content cannot be released now.please forgive.Excuse me. The two detectives hurried out of the room. Tamura clicked his tongue twice, picked up a cigarette from the pillow, put it in his mouth, and rubbed his eyes again. The criminal police came to the hotel to check the store at this time, did they know the clues of Yamamoto?Long Xiong talked about his suspicions.Tamura shook his head and said:

impossible.The detection team still doesn't know about Yamamoto's flight to Nagoya.It was just a temporary store search, probably to search for the whereabouts of Lawyer Senuma.Tamura expressed his opinion, and the police have judged that the lawyer got off the car in Nagoya.Therefore, of course, the scope of the search must be extended to the countryside in this area. It seems that the police are also quite active. No, it's just red eyes. Tamura sat cross-legged on the quilt, exhaling wisps of green smoke. I said Hagizaki, I will go directly to Ise City at dawn. Ise City? This is the original Uji Yamada City.Yamamoto's clue disappeared when he got off the bus at Ruilang Station.It's a pity that you can do it all by yourself here.As for me, I'm always a little bit reconciled not to see Hideaki Funasaka once.I am not at ease to let him sit firmly on the Diaoyutai with Uji Yamada.

Tamura had another cigarette dangling from his mouth, and struck a match with a sound. After a very late breakfast, the two walked out of the hotel, and the sun was shining on the ground outside. They went to the other two hotels first to avoid any mistakes.Both places said that in the past two or three months, no one has come to stay late at night. Yamamoto didn't stay in the hotel at all. Tamura walked towards the train station, and there were row upon row of small grocery stores on both sides of the road.As he walked, he went on to say affirmatively: The stranger who got off the train late at night that the station attendant mentioned was Yamamoto, so I probably couldn't be wrong.He must have got off at the stop of Ruilang.However, no hotel.This is the case.Where did he live?In the middle of the night, it is absolutely impossible to go far.

Tatsuo agreed with Tamura's judgment, and said: Living in this town is a must.Maybe this was the destination from the very beginning.why?It stands to reason that he should stay in Nagoya for the night, but he was anxious to catch the 22:10 train.The next two express trains do not stop at this stop. Makes sense, he didn't have to spend the night in Nagoya.As long as you catch the train, you can reach this destination in an hour and a half.Besides, there must be other reasons for his reluctance to live in Nagoya. As soon as Tamura said this, Long Xiong took it: He was afraid of living in Nagoya, what if he was followed!

Not bad.He had been ordered to live in a safer place. Under orders? Follow orders!Yamamoto's actions could not have been his own idea, they must have been instigated by someone. Oh, so you plan to go to Hideaki Funasaka to try it out. It was Funasaka Hideaki who ordered Yamamoto.Yamamoto killed someone in Shinjuku, making Funaka very embarrassed.The police are bound to hunt down Yamamoto, and Funasaka tries to hide him.Therefore, I think that Yamamoto's subsequent actions were strictly directed by Funasaka. While speaking, he had already approached the station. The train will arrive at the station in fifteen minutes.Tamura looked at his watch and said casually.

Funasaka kidnapping Lawyer Senuma and hiding him, I think it was a mistake.This time it was Long Xiong who talked while walking. How do you say this?Tamura looked at Tatsuo. This case is the exact opposite of Yamamoto's situation.Yamamoto can only listen to Funozaka's order, so there is no need to worry.But it doesn't work for lawyers.Lawyers are under threat and control, and they must not be careless to him, and must constantly watch over him.The focus of the current investigation is also on this case.It becomes a burden to them.Otherwise, it will be self-defeating, and it will show its feet.Zhou Saka kidnapped the lawyer, but made himself in a dilemma, unable to deal with it.

This is quite interesting.Tamura nodded, making sense.For Lawyer Senuma, it is impossible to hide, or not to hide, it is really a dilemma, and it is difficult to ride a tiger.In my opinion, Funasaka must be sitting in Uji Yamada City and personally directing the two cases of Yamamoto and Senuma.Therefore, I think it is necessary to visit Ise city. How can we get in touch?Are you still here?Long Xiong asked. Tamura pondered for a while and said: I plan to go to Ise today, go to Aifuzaka tomorrow morning, and then return to Nagoya.Let's make it seven o'clock.We will meet at the Nagoya branch office at seven o'clock.

After seeing off Tian Cun on the platform, Long Xiong sat on the bench in the waiting room and thought about something.The passengers who got out of the car just now had dispersed, and there was no one around.The station attendants sprinkled water while dispersing the children playing on the station. Lawyer Senuma may be in danger of life! Long Xiong had such a premonition in his heart. Funasaka was actually at a loss as to how to deal with Lawyer Senuma.It is very difficult for a man like a lawyer to hide forever.What's more, the iron claws who searched have already concentrated on this line, of course the other party understands this situation very well.However, the lawyer cannot be let go in vain.They are in a crisis, probably already restless and anxious?

Lawyer Senuma may be murdered! The sun outside was extremely bright.In the square in front of the station, three or four buses were parked, and the bus driver and the female conductor were talking and laughing under the shadow of the bus.Customers at the stalls of the fruit shop slowly choose the fruit, which takes a lot of time.The naked doll is squatting on the ground and playing.These are ordinary, just like a scene of peace.However, how stupid and cruel it is to have a catastrophe happen in an unknown place! Long Xiong stood up and walked absently on the dry and shiny road. That guy jumped onto the ground, and he didn't know where he was hiding at the moment. The so-called guy is Yamamoto or Horiguchi.A bartender, a check swindler, and a pawn of a right-wing organization.He is in his thirties and looks ordinary.For him, Section Chief Guan Ye was forced to commit suicide; it was him who shot and killed the criminal policeman.He is still lurking in this area.It was the train leaving at half past eleven at night.If I didn't stay in a hotel, the last bus would have left long ago.In such a rural town, there are no taxis at all.Where is he?Where did you hide?Long Xiong remembered what the station attendant said, isn't there no one to pick him up? Even if no one comes to pick him up, he can still walk.Then, even in the middle of the night, he knows the way by himself! Could it be that he has been here before?Or have you ever lived here?According to police parlance, he knew the terrain well. Where did he go? The town is small.There are not many houses, almost even small towns.A few shabby grocery stores and small shops, and then dwellings with low eaves and squalid yards.Long Xiong looked towards each house, as if he was hiding in these dark houses. At the end of the house is a river.Looking down from the bridge, the river is muddy and foamy, the result of clay pollution. Across the bridge was an elementary school, and the kids were playing baseball and making a lot of noise.Going further is the mountain road.There are only a few rafters of thatched huts.At this time, a truck full of lumber drove past. Looking from a distance, there is an unknown mountain.In summer, the sky is clear and white clouds are long. Long Xiong was about to turn around and walk back, when his eyes suddenly saw a dark forest under the sun in front of him, a long row of eaves shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves. Long Xiong thought it was a branch school of elementary school.But it was a little too close to the school just now, so Long Xiong strolled forward. A closer look revealed three rather old houses.The middle one is a two-story western-style wooden building.The house looked haunted.There are barbed wire fences around, and flowers and trees are planted in the courtyard.There is a mountain behind the house, and the house seems to be built on the mountainside. When Long Xiong walked to the door, a white-clothed nurse passed by the courtyard and disappeared in a blink of an eye.There is a long sign hanging on the gate, which says Tsinghua Garden. There are nurses here, it seems to be a nursing home.However, as a sanatorium, it was too gloomy and gloomy.The windows are very small, the house has faded and is very old, only the bright sunlight shines on this empty and desolate courtyard.Sitting alone in the mountains, it makes people feel a little creepy. Long Xiong started to walk back.Bathed in the sun, but it doesn't feel very hot.There was a young boy driving a dung truck in front of him. hello, where is that house?Long Xiong asked the boy. With a handkerchief wrapped around his head, the boy held his horse, glanced over there and said: is there?It's a mental hospital.As he spoke, he continued to drive the car and walked over. No wonder, so to speak, it really looks like a mental hospital.At noon in summer, there is a gloomy atmosphere around the house.Long Xiong walked a few steps, then looked back.The trees cover it, and the eaves also cover it. Under the bright sun, the girl in white clothes, the garden is quiet and silent. As Long Xiong was walking, he recited two poems casually.It was his perception of the madhouse just now.That night, Long Xiong spent another night in this village and town alone, without any thoughts. The next morning, Long Xiong walked to the train station and saw a small post office.The bottom half of the glass door was covered with dust lumps.There was a feeling of being detained in a foreign country in my heart.This place is not far from Osaka, Longxiong wanted to write a postcard to Osaka, and send a message to the executive director to express his greetings.Pushing open the dirty glass door, the post office is slightly larger than some post agencies in Tokyo. I bought a postcard at the window, and when I was about to start writing on a dirty table in the corner, I heard the voice of a female clerk answering the phone at the counter. What?One hundred thousand yuan?please wait for a moment. The female clerk held the receiver and asked the male clerk sitting at the nearby table loudly: Hey, the phone said that after a while, I need to get a money order to exchange for 100,000 yuan in cash. I asked if it was okay. What do you think? One hundred thousand yuan?The male clerk was taken aback, how could there be such a sum of money now!It's almost three o'clock.It can only be raised tomorrow, so ask him to come at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. The female clerk said into the microphone: I'm sorry, I don't have cash ready today, please come at noon tomorrow. Putting down the microphone, she tapped her chin with the pen holder, her eyes widened and she said: I haven't seen a money order of 100,000 yuan since I started working.Good guy, so rich! I don't know what kind of style the man holding the money order is.The male clerk raised his head and said. Not a man, but a woman.It sounded very young. Long Xiong was writing a postcard at the side, although the unseen conversation of the post office staff in the countryside passed by his ears, he was considering the words in his heart, but at that time, he didn't pay attention to the important meaning in these words! 2 It was already dusk when Tamura arrived in Ujiyamada City by short-distance train.There was no wind, and a group of students who had returned from visiting the shrine looked tired and sat on the station square to rest. The newspaper has a communication group in Ujiyamada City.Tamura took out the manual, found out the address, and took a taxi. The communication group is actually just an ordinary house, tucked between a grocery store and a fruit shop, but the signboard is extremely large and disproportionately large. Tamura only knew that Funasaka Hideaki was still staying in Uji Yamada City, but he didn't know which hotel he was staying in.When he left Ruilang, he planned to ask the communication team for help. Opening the lattice door, a woman in her forties and wearing an apron came out. I'm from the social department of the head office. My surname is Tamura. Is your husband at home? Upon hearing that it was from the head office, the middle-aged woman quickly took off her apron and bowed. Unfortunately, he went out. Went to work? no.The woman looks a bit embarrassed, the work has already been done, please come in first. According to the notebook, there is only one correspondent here, surnamed Qingshan.If you don't look for him, the matter will not be resolved, so Tamura decided to go in first. The room has six seats, the mats are very old, and a table for guests is placed in the middle.There was a desk in the corner, and around it were piles of old newspapers, bound and scattered.Without a decent book, it seems quite ugly. Do you know where he went?Tamura took a sip of herbal tea. Well, the woman looks very embarrassed, he likes to drink, and he runs around after work.As long as you go out, you won't come back before twelve o'clock. This is difficult. Tamura muttered.He hoped to know where Fuzuka lived as soon as possible, as long as he knew which hotel it was, he was going to rush to the door tonight. You wait a moment, I'll call and look for it. As she walked out of the room, she could be heard dialing a phone number, asking around, and talking for twenty minutes. I can't find it.Are you in a hurry?I am sorry. There was a very sad look on the woman's face.Tamura was also helpless.You can't wait until late at night at someone's house.So Tamura got up and said that he would come back early in the morning. In this family's house, I can't feel the atmosphere of the newspaper office at all.I often hear people say that they can travel leisurely and leisurely, but Tamura only feels desolate and lonely.It seemed that he could understand the middle-aged correspondent's mood of using alcohol to drown his sorrows. He checked into a hotel at random, and came here ambitiously to be able to report an exclusive news. At this moment, a feeling of loneliness crept into his heart unconsciously.When I left Tokyo, I was full of enthusiasm, but at this moment, my enthusiasm seemed to fade. At nine o'clock in the evening, Tamura called the communication team, but the other party hadn't come home yet.He left the name of the hotel where he stayed. Tamura was already fast asleep when the phone rang and woke him up.I looked at my watch, it was exactly twelve o'clock. I'm so sorry.The correspondent apologized in a drunken voice and said that Funasaka lived in Xubozhuang in Futamiura.I just asked the hotel about it.Is this the thing?So how about having a drink at the house tomorrow night? It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was as hot as noon. Xubozhuang was probably a first-class hotel, and Tiancun walked around the flower bed in the courtyard, rustling on the gravel road, and walked to the door of the building.The depression of last night has long since disappeared, and he is still full of enthusiasm and energy. On one side of the hotel is the garage.Tamura glanced at it, and there was a man with his sleeves rolled up cleaning the car.Even more eye-catching than this is a new green car in medium size.It is probably used by the hotel to pick up and drop off guests.With such a judgment in mind, he casually glanced at the white license plate.At this moment, the maid came to greet her. Tamura took out his business card, and the maid went inside again.Tamura stood at the door, wondering if Funasaka would refuse to meet him. After a while, a thin man hurriedly came out from the clean corridor of the hotel. He had a crew cut and wore a collared jacket. , I feel that I have seen it somewhere recently. Scary, you actually chased here! He smiled slightly and his voice was hoarse.When Tamura heard the voice, he suddenly realized. Ah, it turned out to be the manager of Yamazaki, who was very elegant at Mr. Funasaka's house in Ogikubo a few days ago.Tamura said, why are you here too? Arrived yesterday.To discuss things.Manager Yamazaki said with a smile. Well, that's right.Then I won't say much, please inform me that I want to see Mr. Funasaka. What's the point? I'm here for an interview. I'd like to ask Mr. Funasaka to talk about his views on the current situation. Well, you are very enthusiastic!Yamazaki showed his white teeth and said, with a mocking smile.However, sir is very busy now. It doesn't take much time, just twenty or thirty minutes is enough.If he is busy now, then I will wait here for a while.Tamura stood still. Ha, I didn't expect the newspaper office to value Mr. so much.He should be flattered. Yamazaki teased a bit.Tamura couldn't help but get angry, but then realized that this was not an occasion for arguing, so he restrained himself from answering the question. In short, it doesn't take much effort, please let me know.Never waste his time.Recently, various schools have resumed self-cultivation classes one after another, and there have been many discussions in the society. I came here to hear the opinions of my husband. Tamura is so poor mushroom.This guy Yamazaki is really annoying, but no matter what, I have to see Hideaki Funasaka. Back to fitness class?That's true.Yamazaki talked to himself like this, as if he was a little tempted.But there was still a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. How about it?Manager Yamazaki, please do me a favor. Tamura just nodded and bowed to him.Director Yamazaki's face with high cheekbones nodded in agreement. Well, let me convey it. As for whether I agree or not, I dare not say. He stared at Tamura again with his big eyes, then turned and went in, the slippers under his feet clattered. After a while the maid came out, knelt on the shiny floor and said: The husband said he was very busy and could only see him for ten minutes. Tamura originally expected that the door might not be rejected, but it seemed that he was very wary.Tamura told the maid that ten minutes would be fine.The maid laid out a pair of slippers for him. Tamura was led to wait in a Western-style living room.Funasaka easily refused to show up.Waiting for a long time seems to improve the status and dignity of the owner.And Tamura, in the empty living room, did feel a sense of oppression. Feeling uneasy, he stood up and looked at the oil paintings on the wall.It is a sunrise of Futamiura, the brushwork is very clumsy.Tamura seems to be admiring a famous painting, but in fact he wants to suppress the panic in his heart.Seeing that he was about to meet the leader himself, Tamura took a few deep breaths like a reporter who had just entered the battle, and adjusted his breathing. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.Tamura sat up straight.The eyes are falling on each other. He's shorter than expected, but quite bulky.She has short hair and wears big black-rimmed glasses.At first glance, his complexion was ocher red and he was fat.He was wearing a black kimono with culottes underneath.Hideaki Funasaka gave the impression that he was as hard as a rock. If it was not Tamura but Tatsuo who was sitting at the moment, he might have recognized him as one of the two people who met Section Chief Sekino at Tokyo Station.Of course Tamura had no way of knowing. I am Funasaka.The voice is hoarse, what's the matter? Sitting on the sofa with the culottes separated, she kept her eyes fixed on Tamura from behind her glasses.The eyes are small, but sharp as a razor. I want to hear your opinion on the current situation, so I am here to bother you. Seeing himself, Tamura calmed down a little. Current situation?You came here from Tokyo just to ask this? Hideaki Funasaka didn't even smile, the eyes behind his glasses shone brightly.The voice was low, but there was a force to tear something apart. Tamura suddenly realized that Tokyo must have told him that someone had visited during his absence.Thinking that Funasaka has grasped the situation, Tamura couldn't help but get nervous. Oh, I can't say that, I'm going to Nagoya on business, I heard that your Excellency came here. Tamura quietly said the word Nagoya, wanting to test the other party's reaction.However, the expression on Funasaka's fat face did not change at all. You say it. Fusaka, dressed in black, was buried in the white sofa, with his hands calmly resting on the armrests. Probably in view of the current trend among young people, some people proposed to resume self-cultivation classes.Reminiscent of Your Excellency leading young people to the Ise Jingu Shrine to cultivate themselves, I would like to ask you to express some opinions on the restoration of the self-cultivation class. To put on a show, Tamura took out a pen and paper from his pocket.The nonsense words just now, even I think it's quite ingenious.Not only found an excuse, but also laid an ambush. Who said I led young people here?Nothing!I came alone.Funasaka's tone was still hoarse and flat. Yeah?That's weird.I did hear so. The other party thought that the golden cicada had escaped its shell.Tamura nods his cheek with the tip of a pencil, which is his normal state whenever he pretends in front of people. Heard?Where did you hear that?Funasaka asked quietly. When I was in Tokyo, I visited the house.Tamura replied. you misunderstood.That's talking.Funasaka said hesitantly. Tamura was speechless for a while, and didn't know what to ask.The other side denied it categorically. Of course, Tamura had the means to pursue the question, but he felt that the time was not yet ripe for the other party to figure out his purpose.A showdown is still the next step. What is your purpose of staying here? It is customary to ask this question, but Tamura realized that he could get closer to the core of the problem step by step.However, it is a bit too straight-forward, childish and not sophisticated enough. recuperate.Funasaka responded with a word. Aren't you busy? There was an implication in the words, but Funasaka Hideaki remained unmoved in the slightest. Um.There was such a snort in the nose. Looking carefully, Zhou Saka's eyes were fixed on the center of his brows, his eyes were burning and menacing.Because he was sitting on the sofa, with his head slightly bent, so that people couldn't see his eyes, but the whites of his eyes were rolled up, and the shot came straight from his forehead.His eyes were fixed and he did not move. Tamura couldn't help shrinking his neck, feeling shuddering.Suddenly woke up like a dream, and realized who was sitting in front of him.The calm and unhurried mood just now disappeared without a trace. Tian Cun couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, You Qi placed himself in this living room, for some reason, he suddenly felt awkward.With sweat running down his face, he deliberately looked at his watch, stood up and stammered: So farewell.Sorry to bother you during your busy schedule. A piece of paper fell to the floor, and he bent over to pick it up. The man in black pulled up his hakama, stood up, and gave a short hum. Tamura bowed and was about to go out when a slipper fell off his foot. Hello!The hoarse voice called Tamura to stop, and I agreed to resume the self-cultivation class.Since you came here specially from Tokyo, I'll just tell you my opinion. yes. Tamura walked out sweating profusely.Hearing Funasaka Hideaki laughing behind him. In the corridor, Manager Yamazaki in a stand-up collar stood in the dark, looking at Tamura's back with his big eyes.For some reason, Tamura felt that this person was terrifying. Tamura walked to Ujiyamada Station. In the contest with Shuozaka Yingming, he was defeated unexpectedly.This is because he underestimated the enemy too much.When meeting an opponent, he felt a sense of fear, which he had never encountered before. However, Tamura did not flinch in the slightest.He thought, wait and see, sooner or later you will catch your fox tail.Walking under the blue sky and scorching sun, Tian Cun suddenly became energetic again. At the train station, he called the communications team to thank him. Oh, Mr. Tamura? Suddenly a man's voice came from the receiver.Unlike last night, the voice was clear and clear. Thank you very much for last night, I'm going back to Tokyo now.Tamura told him. Is it done? Ah, thank you also.While answering like this in his mouth, he felt very wronged in his heart. Have you been to Xubozhuang?The correspondent asked strangely. Been there. There was a moment of silence on the phone. Well, there is something I want to talk to you face to face.Where are you making this call now? Tian Cun said that in front of the train station, the other party asked Tian Cun to wait at the same place and said that he would come right away, so he dropped the phone. In less than ten minutes, the correspondent arrived on a bicycle under the sun.He was bald, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. I am Aoyama.He said while wiping his sweat with a towel.Tamura thanked again, and the two walked into a small restaurant, which was empty without a single customer. When you come to Xubozhuang, you will meet a guest named Zhousaka, right?Qingshan immediately asked straight to the point. all right, what do you want? Tamura waited eagerly for the other party to speak, hoping in his heart that maybe he could get some clues from him. No, nothing particularly remarkable.The thing is, three or four days ago, Minister XX stayed in that hotel, so I went to interview him.There are many dignitaries who come to visit the shrine, and there are many such chores to work here.The Qingshan correspondent gave a wry smile. I saw a person at that time.Five short stature, with a monk's hair, looks like forty years old, is it Fuzaka? Yes, yes, that's him. It really is him!I don't know his last name, so I didn't pay attention last night.Who is this? Aoyama probably wanted to ask, what kind of person did Tamura come here from the head office to meet.This may be Qingshan's enthusiasm for his duties. Tamura hesitated for a while before saying: Is the leader of a right-wing organization. Well?For what case did you come to investigate?Aoyama asked with wide eyes. No, it's nothing, just to meet him.Are you going to talk about him? The middle-aged correspondent licked his dry lips. 3 In the evening, Longxiong returned to Nagoya.I had an appointment with Tamura, so I went to the newspaper branch to find him.Tamura hasn't come back yet. Now that we have made an appointment, he will be back in a while.Please wait here a moment. The branch staff led Long Xiong into the reception room.It is said to be a reception room, but in fact it is just a name. There are only tables and chairs in a corner of the editorial department.The waitress brought a mug of lukewarm tea. Long Xiong took off the newspaper folder, which contained the daily newspaper of the day.When he casually opened the social page, his eyes could not help but fall on a three-column title: Senuma Lawyer Kidnapping Case Search stretcher manufacturers The news was reported as follows: According to the investigation team, the kidnapping of lawyer Senuma Toshizaburo is actually related to the murder of Tianmaru Toshiichi, a staff member of the firm, in Shinjuku.A few days ago, a lawyer was pretended to be a patient and carried a stretcher used on a train from Tokyo Station. Now it has been found out that its manufacturer is the Saeki Medical Equipment Factory in Bunkyo District of this city.After investigation, the company produced a total of 250 stretchers of this kind in 1952. Except for supplying hospitals and sanatoriums in large quantities, all of them were retailed and distributed by Whale House Medical Equipment Store.The bulk buyer has been identified, but the retail part of Whale House is still under investigation.According to the detection team, this is a special commodity, so it is just around the corner to find out the source of the stretcher.The work of solving the case has made progress, and the detection team is in a state of joy. ◇ ◇ The message is short, but not without hints.The authorities were overjoyed just to find out the origin of a stretcher, which shows that the investigation work has been stranded for a long time. Long Xiong thought to himself, as long as the investigation team does not grasp the clue of the right wing, the investigation work will not be carried out easily.However, Long Xiong also has no intention of reporting to the authorities.It's not that they refuse to assist, because they haven't grasped the real evidence yet.To put it bluntly, all this is just his imagination.So far, all the speculations have been accumulated, but there is still a lack of facts to support it.The idea is there, but the entity is still an empty shell.Furthermore, Longxiong's original intention was to personally track down the criminal who put Section Chief Sekino to death. Hey, Tamura came in full of energy to greet Ryuo, didn't he wait for a long time? The lights in the room had already been turned on, and Tamura's face was flushed, as if he had drunk wine.It was obvious at a glance that he was excited. No, just here.Long Xiong handed over the newspaper and was reading the news. Tamura bent down to read, then pointed at the newspaper and said: The police are moving too slowly.Still going around in circles on this kind of thing. Slow is slow, but solid.Long Xiong said. Why didn't he think so in his heart.The police's investigation is down-to-earth and solid, and then it can go deeper step by step.And the efforts I made, for some reason, suddenly felt very empty and ethereal. You say they are slow and steady?Tamura was elated, and said disapprovingly, we are not inferior to them in terms of solidity.Hey, let me tell you how you are, have you gained anything? No, Long Xiong shook his head and said, but there was no clue, and Yamamoto disappeared. Tamura nodded and said: That can't be helped.However, I seem to be getting some compensation on my part. I met Funasaka Hideaki.Tamura said vigorously. Well, how is it?Looking at his sweaty face, Long Xiong asked. Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved.Before the war, he must become a big shot.Although he is young, he is quite majestic and can be called the leader of a party.Ashamed to say, I was a little timid. Tamura was a little embarrassed, and didn't say anything more specifically. The meeting did not yield any clues, no flaws.He categorically denied that he led young people to visit the shrine, saying that he stayed there for rest.The more he put on airs like this, the more people suspected that there must be something hidden in it. Long Xiong is fully aware of what hidden feelings refer to. He's strategizing in Uji Yamada, isn't he? There is a communication group in the agency located in Uji Yamada.When I saw the correspondent, he accidentally told me something.Tamura went on to say that because of other things, the correspondent went to the hotel where Funasaka was staying for an interview. He said that he saw Funasaka, followed by two or three young people, and kept calling Mr.The correspondent thought he was a schoolteacher or some writer.He asked me, since I went to see Funazaka from Tokyo, he must be someone famous?It can be seen that there are many young party members around Zhousaka. Well?Sure enough! I heard something more interesting.Hagizaki, guess what happened?There was light in Tamura's eyes, and he raised his head to ask. how could I know! A beautiful woman came from Funasaka.It is said that he is wearing a suit and is very elegant. He must be from Tokyo. coming?What do you mean by coming? That's the way it is!The correspondent was about to go home from the hotel when he saw the car driving all the way to the door, accompanied by a maid to meet Funasaka.Because of his good looks, the correspondent took extra care.The next day, I went to the hotel again to run some errands, and asked the maid casually, but I hadn't returned that morning.How about it?Quite intriguing, right?Tamura said excitedly, that woman must have come to contact Funozaka for something, and I was so lucky that I guessed that the woman must be Funozaka's mistress, Junko Meii, the proprietress of the Red House Bar. There was a happy smile on Tamura's mouth. It's just that the body and appearance are slightly different according to the impression.The proprietress was plump, but according to the correspondent, the woman was tall and slim, and she looked no more than twenty-one or twenty-two.And the proprietress is always twenty-seven or eight.Anyway, this is just a quick impression of the past, not enough to rely on.Because she is a beautiful woman, perhaps in the eyes of the correspondent who has lived in the country for a long time, she has that impression. Hearing what Tamura said, Long Xiong couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.The correspondent's impression was correct.Isn't that Uesaki Etsuko? Long Xiong was startled suddenly again!The words that he overheard at the Ruilang post office echoed in his ears again. Didn't it say at the time that a young woman wanted to withdraw 100,000 yuan in cash with a money order? The culprit must be quite rich since he swindled the check.If you want to escape, it is absolutely impossible to carry a large amount of cash, but to convert it into a money order and withdraw it at any time, which is much safer and more convenient.Uesaki Etsuko is their pawn! When did that happen?Long Xiong couldn't help asking anxiously. I heard it was four days ago.I'm going to call Tokyo immediately and ask them to check if the proprietress of the Red House Bar is there.I don't think strict surveillance is necessary yet.Tamura spoke vigorously alone.