Tokyo Police

"How about it, do you have any good suggestions?"

Miki and Kanako, who had finished the game, came over to rest, and when they saw Lin Xiuyi staring at the material with his brows furrowed, the drinks on the table didn't even move, so they asked curiously.

"The material mentions that the first person who reported the case was Kengo Yamamoto, a villager from this village. Is this person still in Buddha Village? If possible, I would like to talk to him in person!" Lin Xiuyi closed the material, and then Returning the materials to Kanako, he is now completely intrigued by this secret room murder case.

"Kenwu Yamamoto, this is easy to handle, he is now the head of the Buddha Village, I think we can make an appointment with him!" Kanako said lightly.

That night, everyone once again experienced the exquisite cooking skills of Umegakiya. Even the well-informed Director Mizukawa praised Umegakiya's extraordinary craftsmanship, which is not inferior to Kyoto's kaiseki cuisine. The most important thing is that Umegakiya's set meals are not only delicious, but also inexpensive.

After dinner, Kanako made an appointment with Kengo Yamamoto, who was already the mayor of the Buddha Village, to visit him the next day. After the other party learned that Kanako and Supervisor Mizukawa were working at Fuji TV, they happily agreed.

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After breakfast the next day, everyone still split up, Lin Shuichi and Miki followed Kanako, and Supervisor Mizukawa to the house of the village chief, Yamamoto Kengo, while Aizawa and Hanagata still went to the mountains and water together.

"Mr. Yamamoto, it is rude to take the liberty to visit!" Kanako and others bowed to the village chief Yamamoto who was standing at the door to greet everyone, and then Kanako and Supervisor Mizukawa presented their business cards. And Lin Xiuyi pretended to be Shuichuan's subordinate, so he didn't reveal his identity as a policeman.

Yamamoto Kengo let everyone into his courtyard, and proudly presented his own grapes.

"This is my hard work over the years. The red ones are seedless Kyoho grapes, and the green ones are Sunshine Rose grapes! These are the specialties of our Yamanashi Prefecture, please try them!" Yamamoto Kengo greeted enthusiastically.

These fruits looked quite extraordinary. As soon as Lin Xiu couldn't resist the temptation of these fruits, he picked up a Sunshine Rose grape and put it in his mouth, and the sweet taste immediately flowed between his lips and teeth when he took a bite. The grapes were freshly cut from the vine and were still fresh at the fracture. The hardest thing is that the whole bunch of grapes is so perfect, without a single blemish. Lin Xiuyi knew that when the grapes were ripe, they would be put into gift boxes and sent to the fresh market in Tokyo. In the 1980s, RB launched a "one village, one brand" movement. Especially in mountainous and barren areas such as Yamanashi Prefecture, it is not suitable to grow food crops, so the forest and fruit economy is developed. Therefore, Yamanashi Prefecture has become a famous grape producing area of ​​RB.

After everyone greeted each other for a while, the conversation gradually got to the point. After Superintendent Mizukawa explained everyone's intentions to Kengo Yamamoto, Kengo Yamamoto was silent for a while, and then finally agreed to tell everyone what happened that day.

The reason why Lin Xiuyi wanted to listen to Kengo Yamamoto's personal introduction to the experience on the day of the crime was not to discover any valuable new clues from it. After all, it has been ten years since the incident, and even the parties may not remember many details. The transcript of the interrogation kept in the hands of the police was more detailed and specific than Yamamoto's memory.

What Lin Xiuyi wanted was actually Yamamoto's memory imprint on the crime scene. And this is the most profound thing left to Yamamoto from the case ten years ago.

"Actually, when I saw the mountain gate wide open, I had an ominous premonition, because animals in the mountains would not open the door. I quickly pushed the door and went in to check the situation in the temple. When I stood in front of the Buddhist temple When I was there, I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.”

"I saw Umegakiya's maid, Ayu, lying in a pool of blood. Ayu was wearing a white Japanese-style dress, but the blood had dyed most of the clothes red. A knife was stuck in her chest. I was so frightened that I turned around and wanted to run, but I thought again, in case anyone could be saved, so I dared to turn around and entered the Buddhist hall, stretched out my hand to probe Ayu's breath, I didn't feel anything at the time, only felt myself My forehead felt like the cold wind was blowing from my back, and I was shivering cold. The Buddha statue in the store was staring at me like a devil at that moment. I was scared to death. So after confirming that Ayu was indeed dead, I used the fastest speed. Rolling and crawling down the mountain..."

When Yamamoto Kengo said that at the end, he seemed to be frightened by the scene at that time again, and he seemed a little uneasy. After a while, he regained the look he had just met.

"How did you know that the deceased was Ayu?" Lin Xiuyi suddenly broke the silence and took the initiative to ask.

"I didn't know it at first, but I realized that the deceased was Ayu when I was breathing. At that time, I would often go to Umegakiya to deliver fresh fruits and vegetables, and I was very familiar with Umegakiya's female generals and the waitresses. ..." Kengo Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, then UU read www.uukanshu. com then replied.

"That means you can't see the face of the deceased when you stand outside the Buddhist hall. Then what kind of posture did the deceased fall to the ground when you saw it?" Lin Xiuyi continued to ask.

"Ayu fell to the ground on his side, probably on the left in the middle of the Buddhist hall, facing to the right, like this!" Yamamoto Kengo said while imitating. That position looks like you're lying on your side, facing right, with your head resting on your left arm.

Lin Xiu nodded with a clear understanding. The posture described by Kengo Yamamoto was not exactly the same as the one left in the police photos. However, this does not rule out that Yamamoto bumped into the corpse in a hurry and changed the posture of the deceased when he died.

Next, Lin Xiuyi asked a few more interesting questions, and Yamamoto Kengo answered them without reservation.

"The last question, Mr. Yamamoto! As far as I know, the reputation of the Buddha Temple doesn't seem to be very good according to local legends. Why do you still spend so much effort to rebuild the Buddha Temple?" Lin Xiuyi asked very curiously.

"This matter is actually what everyone said. In the few years after the war, there was a famine in the village. At that time, many people could not live any longer. I am ashamed to say that we are all mountainous and poor since ancient times. Because there is not enough food, we can only collect some mountain goods from the mountains and send them to the black market in the city to exchange for food. At the most difficult time of the whole village, a few villagers went up the mountain to pick mushrooms to feed their hunger, but unexpectedly found them in the wreckage of the Buddha Temple. I received ten small golden sentences. It was with this windfall that the whole village got through that difficult time... Anyway, the villagers have always thought that this was what the Buddha meant after the fight. Maybe the Buddha Temple was outsiders. It has a bad reputation in my ears, but it has always protected our village," Yamamoto Kengo replied earnestly.