The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Chapter 118

"So you are the murderer!"

The resounding assertion pointed the finger of blame at the still dazed boy sitting on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes, his light gray-blue pupils still unable to focus, like a cat that was so sleepy that it didn't want to move.

After a small yawn, Xing Hai Mei turned her head to look at the wall clock in the lobby, then turned her head to ask the proprietress, who had recovered but looked grim, when they could have dinner.

I don't take the police officer's accusations seriously at all.

Before the local police officer could question Xing Hai Mei about his attitude, Matsuda Jinpei stood up with a frown and interrupted him, "Hey, stop it."

This sounded too impolite. Fearing a conflict, Hagiwara Kenji raised his ineffective smile and approached Matsuda Jinpei to pull him behind him. "Mr. Officer, this kid is just an ordinary junior high school student. He and I just came to this hotel for the first time today. How could he kill the employees here?"

The half-long-haired man had a big smile on his face and his words made sense. The tall, thin police officer leaned forward and scanned them from top to bottom, his tone very unfriendly: "Who are you?"

"We are police officers from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. We are currently on vacation." Hagiwara Kenji showed the other party his police ID, raised his hand and poked Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing aside with his arms crossed and a sour face, with his elbow.

The latter clicked his tongue and pulled out his ID from his pocket.

"Oh." After confirming that the documents were in good condition, the tall and thin police officer nodded, "Then you should go to the police station with him."

Hearing this, Hagiwara Kenji, who had been smiling, suddenly looked stern. He said seriously, "Isn't it a bit bad to convict him so easily without any solid evidence to prove that he is the murderer?"

"Then do you have evidence to prove that he is not the murderer?" The tall and thin man looked impatient. He waved his hand, as if he was tired of the entanglement between the two and wanted to shake them off. "Except for him, everyone else had an alibi when the body was found. Otherwise, are you trying to say that these people are perjuring each other?"

When the bodies were found, they were dead.

What practical use can such an alibi have?

Kenji Hagiwara protected the person behind him calmly, his expression still showing a calm smile, but his uncompromising attitude was clearly revealed.

There is no use getting angry at this time.

But obviously it's totally impossible to convince this person by talking.

The two seemed to have no reason to argue before they met. The tall and thin police officer sneered and said, "The bomb disposal police should just go and dismantle the bomb and not get involved in the search."

After saying that, he raised his hand and wanted to pat Hagiwara Kenji on the shoulder, but his wrist was intercepted halfway.

The curly-haired man standing aside had a cold expression on his face. He secretly exerted force on his raised hand, squeezing the flesh and bones on his wrist so hard that it hurt.

The man met those eyes almost angrily, but his body froze in the instant they met eyes. He subconsciously shook off Matsuda Jinpei's hand with such force that he took a step back.

"You want to hinder..."

"There is something wrong with what you said, Officer." The voice of an Osaka high school detective sounded from far away. He approached with a cell phone in one hand, his forearm resting on the back of the sofa, and the phone was placed just in the direction of Xinghai Mei.

"The time when the deceased was found is not equal to the time of death. You don't know this simple common sense, right?"

The boy's tone was brisk, as if he was genuinely curious, but it also seemed as if he was saying that he didn't even know how he became a police officer.

The tall and thin police officer's impatience increased sharply: "Who are you?"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet." Hattori Heiji's posture was relaxed, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

He started investigating while maintaining communication with Kudo before the police arrived. He had already found some clues, but halfway through, he received a call from Toyama Kazuha.

It is ridiculous to convict someone so easily without conducting an in-depth investigation, especially since the target is the good friend mentioned by Kudo.

Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and smiled innocently, like a stupid high school student. He said, "I'm a high school detective named Hattori Heiji."

Without giving the tall and thin police officer a chance to speak, he continued, "It's Hattori, the chief of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters."

Xing Hai Ya, who didn't say a word from beginning to end and even looked like an outsider, glanced at him sideways when she heard what he said. To be specific, her gaze was fixed on the mobile phone in his hand, which was making a slight sound of electricity during a call.

Soon, Xing Hai Yahu retracted his gaze and turned to look at the proprietress again. Although he didn't say anything this time, after the previous incident, the proprietress understood what he meant.

Being stared at by those pitiful pair of beautiful light-colored eyes, no one could remain indifferent, not to mention that the proprietress was already dissatisfied with the police's sloppy conclusion, so she turned her head and quietly asked the man next to her if he had brought anything to eat.

The man replied with a "yes", then took out a few pieces of chocolate wrapped in transparent plastic film from his pocket. He didn't give them to the proprietress, but handed them directly to Xinghai Ya who seemed to be waiting to be fed.

"Here you go."

Xing Hai Ya was stunned for a moment, her expression a little dull, as if she didn't react immediately, and she shifted her gaze to the man a little late.

"Don't look at it like that, it's delicious." The man thought Xing Hai Ya didn't want it because the chocolate packaging was simple, so he explained in a serious tone. "This is made by my girlfriend, I usually don't share it with others."

In fact, I just saw the clothes on the man and thought he looked like the guy who was almost silenced before, so I wanted to find a chance to listen to his voice to identify his identity. Now I have confirmed that this person is the wronged Xing Hai Mei or: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome." The man smiled with narrowed eyes after seeing the boy take the chocolate. When he noticed the police officer looking over here, he quickly shrank back and stood still.

Xinghai Yahu opened a piece of chocolate and put it into his mouth. The sweet taste spread instantly, which made him inexplicably recall the first piece of chocolate he tasted a long time ago, which was a small street gift after the mission was completed.

After becoming Xing Hai Mei, he retaliated to compensate himself for many things and tried many things that he had never had the chance to try before, and chocolate was not one of them.

On the contrary, he actually didn't like this kind of bitter and common candy. After all, Xinghaiyin's life was bitter enough and there was no need to add any other seasoning.

But the first piece of chocolate he tasted was not bitter, like the cheap chocolates in the packaging in his hand now. It was sweet, so sweet that it was greasy and choking.

This sweetness, similar to the one in his memory, slightly soothed Xing Hai Ya's anxiety about the unknown, and made him no longer regret not hanging up the phone in front of the window at that time.