Tokyo Police

"Is it my turn?" After finishing his question to Valdes, Kono Shohei gently pulled Lin Xiuyi aside and asked him in a low voice.

"You? Didn't I ask you! You told me you were sleeping, and no one could prove your claim!" Lin Xiu replied to Kono half-jokingly.

"Hey, you promised, you must help me clear the suspicion before arriving at the station, Xiuyi-kun, don't you regret it now!" Kono reminded Lin Xiuyi a little annoyed.

"Of course I didn't forget, so I have to find the murderer as soon as possible! There are still the last two suspects left. If you stop pestering me, I may be able to finish all preliminary inquiries in twenty minutes..." Lin Xiu bypassed Shohei Kono who was standing in front of him, and then walked towards the No. 8 carriage.

There were only two passengers in the No. 8 carriage, and Lin Xiuyi was one of them, while the other passenger was called Hashimoto Yasuo. This Mr. Hashimoto has never been seen so far. Even Lin Xiuyi, who was in the same carriage as him, had never seen Mr. Hashimoto's true face.

When Lin Xiuyi came to the door of Mr. Hashimoto's box, the train staff who had been guarding the door helplessly shook his head to Lin Xiuyi.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiuyi asked curiously.

"Mr. Hashimoto inside didn't respond, and I don't know what's going on!" The flight attendant reluctantly reported to Lin Xiu.

"Mr. Hashimoto! Mr. Hashimoto! I'm sorry to bother you so late. I'm Lin Xiuyi from Search Section 1. I want to know something about you. I hope it will take you a few minutes." Lin Xiuyi knocked on the train. The sliding door of the box is locked from the inside and cannot be opened from the outside. Lin Xiu, who was standing outside, waited for a long time, but still no one came to respond. So he had no choice but to ask the conductor to use the key to forcibly open the sliding door from the outside. After receiving Lin Xiuyi's instructions, the conductor returned to the carriage in front to collect the keys. At this moment, the sliding door was actually opened from the inside.

"Excuse me, there is... what's the matter!" A thin middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties pulled the sliding door into a gap, stuck his head out, and looked at Lin Xiuyi and Kono Shohei vigilantly. The top of his head is slightly bald, his stature is thin, and he wears a pair of glasses that are not low in degree. At first glance, he is an honest man.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Hashimoto?" Lin Xiuyi said as he took out the police account in his pocket and showed it to the other party. The other party looked at Lin Xiuyi's certificate carefully, and then asked suspiciously and vigilantly, "Police? What happened?"

"A really unfortunate thing happened. If it's convenient, can we go in and have a chat?" Lin Xiu stood at the door and carefully looked at the suspect named Yasuo Hashimoto. Lin Xiuyi noticed that the other party smelled of soap and shaving water. He subconsciously looked at the time on his watch, it was really early, but it was only half past two in the morning. Did you wake up so early to take a shower?

When Lin Xiuyi walked into Hashimoto Yasuo's box, he found that the bed in the box didn't seem to have been moved, and Lin Xiuyi also noticed that a suit and tie were neatly placed on the bed in the box. . But other than that, there are no other exceptions.

"Mr. Hashimoto! Did you get up so early?" Lin Xiuyi asked tentatively.

"Ah... I have some things to deal with, so I haven't slept!" Yasuo Hashimoto thought for a while, and then replied cautiously to Lin Xiuyi.

"Do you already know what happened in the carriage?" Lin Xiuyi followed Hashimoto Yasuo to the tea room on the second floor. There were many traces of activity in this tea room. On the coffee table were a stack of letter paper and a pen. There are obvious traces of sitting on the cushion next to the coffee table.

"No... I don't know, I've been staying in my private box, and I even eat the fairy queen bento for dinner!" Hashimoto Yasuo denied nervously.

"Then, can you ask me, where have you been from eleven o'clock last night to one o'clock in the morning?" Lin Xiuyi asked again and again.

"Me? Staying here all the time, writing something!" Hashimoto looked at Lin Xiuyi vigilantly, and then the two looked at each other.

When Hashimoto said the words "write something", Lin Xiu couldn't help but glanced at the letterhead on the other side's desk.

"Mr. Hashimoto, who are you writing to? It's rare to still communicate by letter these days!" Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey! I'm ashamed to say that my generation seems to have been abandoned by the times! I've always been ignorant of things like email. And I've always insisted that the way to convey important information should be in writing. To express, this is a little bit of my stubbornness..."

After chatting with Hashimoto Yasuo for a few words, Lin Xiuyi picked up the pen on the table after obtaining the consent of the other party. This is also a pen for writing music cards. The dark surface and heavy weight make people feel the urge to write something when they pick it up.

"Ah! What a coincidence! I also have a pen of the same brand as yours!" As soon as Lin Xiu said that, he took out his own pen and placed it on the table as well.

"This is a good pen. As long as it is properly maintained, it can be used for a long time!" Yasuo Hashimoto introduced to Lin Xiuyi with emotion.

Lin Xiuyi chatted with Hashimoto for a while, and then took the initiative to say goodbye~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When parting, Lin Xiuyi took Hashimoto's pen and left his pen with Hashimoto.

Hashimoto just sent Lin Xiuyi to the rest area downstairs, but Lin Xiuyi suddenly remembered something, took out his business card, then took out the pen, and said to Hashimoto:

"Ah! Mr. Hashimoto, please write down your phone number! After all such a serious incident happened, we will inevitably disturb you in the future! Oops, I'm so sorry, I seem to have picked the wrong pen!"

"Ah, let me get it back for you!" Hashimoto hurriedly turned around and was about to leave.

"Ah, don't bother you, I'm just careless, but I didn't expect that I would become a policeman with such a personality. I'd better do it myself, and I don't know if I forgot other things!"

As soon as Lin Xiu finished speaking, he took back the pen. He declined Hashimoto who wanted to follow Lin Xiuyi. He walked up to the second floor alone, put down Hashimoto's pen in one hand, put his pen in his arms, and took the letterhead. The top one. Then he folded it as fast as he could and put it in his pocket.

Lin Xiuyi wanted to know what Hashimoto's rehabilitation spent all night writing!