Chapter 327

This morning, Gao Cheng drove to the hospital, but was told that Zhongyuan Xiangzhi had left.

"Did she say where to go?"

"She should have gone back to work. She doesn't look like she's in a good financial situation." The nurse replied.

"Well, thank you." Gao Cheng remembers that Zhongyuan Xiangzhi works in a fast food restaurant. After thanking the nurse, he turns to leave the hospital.

The streets of Tokyo, especially the commercial streets, are as busy as ever, but the Japanese Bridge incident has been discussed in the streets.

When Gao Cheng came here, he obviously felt the change. On the street TV, the director of Jinshi metal factory accepted the media interview and admitted that he was following the minister's instructions.

"Is it minister Qingliu of the manufacturing department?" In the news picture, the reporter asked.

"Yes," said the factory director with a sincere attitude, "once the Labor Bureau intervenes in the investigation, it will damage the company's reputation..."

Gao Cheng stopped to watch.

Yesterday morning, the factory head looked like he highly praised the green willow and Wu Ming. In the evening, the factory head also took the lead in the funeral ceremony. Today, however, he completely changed his face and shirked his responsibility.

Now that Qingliu Wuming has passed away, no one knows what the truth is. Public opinion believes that Badao Dongshu killed the victim because of work-related injuries. After the problem escalates to the relationship between employers and workers, I'm afraid no one will pay attention to the question whether Badao is the murderer

Jiahe is right to say that time is short. He just contacted Takagi. It seems that he plans to hold a press conference in the evening to release the news about the inspection of Badao.

I don't know what Matsumoto's idea is. Officer Mumu is in charge of Conan's case again. Takagi, an old man, is the only person familiar with him in this Japanese Bridge incident.

Now the best way is to find new clues and convince the senior management, at least Matsumoto is not the kind of irresponsible person

Zhongyuan Xiangzhi's fast food shop is not big. Transparent cupboards are clearly marked with scattered food. Most of them are cold dishes, meat and so on. Of course, there are processed fried food.

There is also a juice machine in the store to sell drinks, and inside is the kitchen.

After coming from the hospital, Zhongyuan Xiangzhi wore a white shirt and took care of it to make herself less haggard. As usual, she walked into the kitchen from the back door with a smile and said hello to the busy boss.

"Good morning, sorry to take a few days off..."

"Well, Miss Zhongyuan," the boss hesitated, stopped Zhongyuan Xiangzhi, who was ready to change into an apron in a hurry, and faltered in front of the girl's puzzled eyes, "it doesn't matter. Can you come here for a while?"

Zhongyuan Xiangzhi is still holding an apron in his hand. He goes out the back door with the boss doubtfully. When he sees the boss with his back to him and starts smoking in silence, he naturally tightens the apron in his hand.

The store manager, holding a cigarette, hesitated and asked politely, "Miss Zhongyuan, is the suspect of the Japanese Bridge Incident your boyfriend? It's nothing... Because the regular customers in the store came to ask, saying that they saw your house searched by the police... Ah, our business depends on the support of the regular customers... It's not good if there's a strange rumor going around... "

Zhongyuan Xiangzhi's body was slightly stiff and his nose was sour. He blinked and didn't let himself shed tears. Without saying anything, he looked at the store manager's embarrassed face, pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Walking in the busy streets with a canvas shoulder bag, Zhongyuan Xiangzhi doesn't even know how to leave the shop where she works. After slowly recovering, she is on the familiar road home.

She doesn't feel much at ordinary times, but this meeting is out of tune with the prosperity around her. What to do with her work, what to do with her rent, how to live in the future... She has no energy to think about these.

"Miss Zhongyuan!" Around the dilapidated lvzhuang apartment, the alleys were packed with reporters early. When they saw Zhongyuan Xiangzhi show up, the wind rushed in, one by one scrambling with sweat, and it seemed that they were going to fight.

"Are you miss Zhongyuan Xiangzhi?"

"What's your opinion on the Japanese Bridge killing incident..."

"Do you live with the suspect?"

"Hello Gao Cheng walked out from the corner, "enough is enough! Don't you have any conscience? If you have any questions, go to the press conference and ask them! "

"Detective Chenghu!" Reporters gave up Zhongyuan Xiangzhi and flocked to Gao Cheng. "What's the reason why the police let you participate in this incident?"

"Is there something else about the famous detective's involvement in the case?"

"Are you here to investigate?"

"No comment. If there is any problem, we'll talk about it after the press conference." Gao Cheng's attitude is cold, with a business face.

Lvzhuang is not so bad, but it's not so good. Most of them live in ordinary salaried people who come to Tokyo to work. They are basically old houses. Gao Cheng follows Zhongyuan Xiangzhi into the house, takes off his shoes and sits down in the slightly crowded living room.

It's the living room, but there are cupboards and beds beside it. It's rather shabby, but it's clean and tidy.

Zhongyuan Xiangzhi poured Gao Cheng a glass of water and knelt down to the wooden table. His haggard face could not hide his emotion. It seemed that he might cry at any time, but he was forced to.

Gao Cheng opened his mouth and felt the atmosphere a little stiff. He picked up the water cup on the wooden table and drank water. His eyes fell on the wooden table that seemed to be spliced together“ We don't have much money, so he made all these things himself. " Zhongyuan Xiangzhi explained in a low voice and asked silently, "what will Dongshu do?"“ It's not sure for the moment that he killed someone, but... "Gao Cheng put down his glass and looked at the girl." Miss Zhongyuan, time is running out. If you can't find more clues, even if Mr. Badao is still in a coma, the police may send Mr. Badao to the police ahead of time... "Zhongyuan Xiangzhi grasped her finger, looked at the wooden table and bit her lip, It's as if I saw the wood work of winter trees in Badao again“ In short, "Gao Cheng sighed and stood up." if you can think of anything, please contact me. " He called the place where Zhongyuan Xiangzhi worked, but got the news that Zhongyuan Xiangzhi had resigned, so he went directly to the apartment to wait for someone. It seems that it's still a little reluctant... "By the way, Miss Zhongyuan," Gao Cheng went to the porch and stopped and said, "just now the landlord came once. I've already paid the accumulated rent for you. Let's have a rest at home for the time being. I'll help you solve it for the reporter." Zhongyuan fragrant weaving smell speech looked up at Gao Cheng, looked away and said: "thank you... I'll pay you back when I find a job..." "contact again if you have something." Gao Cheng nods, puts on his shoes and is about to leave. Suddenly, a mobile phone rings. Zhongyuan Xiangzhi connects the phone in a hurry. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Zhongyuan Xiangzhi's whole life is settled“ What's the matter? " Gao Cheng looks back.