The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"So you are the owner of this house?"

The curly-haired man, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looked at the tall, casual-looking man in front of him, who was slightly taller than him, then looked away and focused on the scene in front of him.

"I might not be."

The gray-haired man smiled, half leaning lazily against a clean pillar. He did not make eye contact with the policeman in front of him who looked like a gangster, and his eyes were fixed on the disaster site not far away.

This look made the young policeman on the side quite dissatisfied. He was a newcomer under Jinpei Matsuda, and on the first day he worshipped this skilled senior like a little fanboy.

Seeing the man's attitude, the young policeman took a step forward, put on the expression he learned from Matsuda Jinpei, and looked at Xinghai Gin very seriously.

"Please correct your attitude!"

Xinghaiyin let out a "yo" and turned around with a playful look, his eyes falling on the young policeman's freckled face. His expression didn't change at all, but his eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Ueno Hiroji, right?" The man maintained a decent smile, recalled the police officer's ID card he had seen before, tilted his head, waved his hand, and looked away without interest.

"Okay, I'll remember to complain to you."

Hearing these words, the young man, who had not yet been exposed to the dangers of society, widened his eyes in shock. When he came to his senses, his cheeks turned red with anger. He was even a little puzzled and asked questions that seemed very stupid to Xing Haiyin.

"Why!"

"Ah." The gray-haired man uttered a long syllable. He leaned in closer and looked at Ueno Hiroji as if he was looking at some rare animal. "What do you think...what identity do you have to stand here?"

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Xing Haiyin said calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, you are from the explosive ordnance disposal team. It was my house that was blown up. Instead of investigating the cause of the explosion, you treat the victim as a suspect?"

At this point, the man lowered his voice and said, "You've watched too many movies."

Full of sarcasm.

Xing Haiyin's mood was indeed not very good. His original intention was to watch the fun and hopefully get some clues so that he could settle the score with someone later.

After all, every wrong has its perpetrator and he is not someone who would put the blame on others easily.

Xing Haiyin felt that he was quite reasonable.

But there are people who don't want him to be a reasonable person.

The neighbor who showed up out of nowhere had messy hair and looked casual. He wore a pair of round-framed glasses. Noticing the condemning look from Xing Haiyin, he scratched his head embarrassedly.

It was this neighbor who directly identified him as the owner of the house, saying that he had seen him enter the house a few days ago. Although he rarely came back, his appearance was very obvious, so the neighbors took a few more glances at him.

Although this "a few days ago" was almost a year ago.

Xing Haiyin had no impression of this person, which was normal. He had no impression of people he was not familiar with. In other words, he didn't care much about anyone.

But he did not rule out the suspicion of the man in front of him.

Every child in the training camp would use a sweet smile to hide the knife hidden behind his back. Those who could not learn to hide their thoughts died in the cemetery and were then thrown into the garbage recycling site and discarded like real garbage.

Xinghai narrowed his eyes and smiled at the police officer who was staring at him with an unfriendly look. There was a rare impatience in his expression, which was as obvious as the rotten part that can be seen at a glance on a crystal clear grape.

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the other person's fake smile and said nothing.

This person claimed that he had immigrated abroad, so the old house in Japan had been vacant all this time. This time he made time to return to China because he wanted to deal with the old house, but he didn't expect that something unexpected would happen when he just arrived at his doorstep.

He didn't believe all that.

Of course, he couldn't deny that these words were indeed logical, and there was nothing wrong with the identification. He couldn't investigate the other party when there was nothing obviously suspicious.

He is not from the search department.

But this man's face is so similar to that guy's.

Jinpei Matsuda tapped the case record with the tip of his ballpoint pen, his eyes darkening a little.

——And the little brat who had been lying in a coma in the hospital for a long time.

He didn't believe that there could be two people in the world who looked so similar by coincidence.

Although the name given by this person is Kagura Igo, if he is really related to Hoshiumi Mei or that guy, then he is most likely a member of the group led by Furuya Rei who is lurking in that organization.

Matsuda Jinpei, who had learned about some organizations, of course knew that everyone in this organization had fake identities to some extent. The events that had happened in the past few days made him unable to help but engage in conspiracy theories, speculating whether these things were related to the person in front of him.

First, Zhu Fu left without saying goodbye.

He and Hagiwara Kenji only found out the details later from what those little kids said. He and Hagi also had some idea that Hoshimi Mei was a little bit off at that time, but they didn't investigate further.

Jinpei Matsuda would occasionally think of the young man who sat on the bed and watched him and Hagi leave that night. That scene was clearly engraved in his mind, and every detail was recalled over and over again.

Then a wave of deep regret was involved.

Zhu Fu Jingguang would leave occasionally before, but never for more than two days at most. After all, there was a hungry kid at home who needed to be fed, so he couldn't be away for long.

They only found out about Zhufu Jingguang's "business trip" after receiving the news and asking.

The timing of Xinghai Ya's accident was also quite coincidental. He fell into a coma not long after Zhu Fu Jingguang's accident, and there was almost no sign before that.

The child was happily celebrating his birthday with his friends one second ago, and the next second he fainted and there is no sign of him waking up until now.

Considering the identities of the two people, they had to think more.

The hospital could not give any reasonable explanation. No toxins were detected in the boy's body and his vital signs were normal. Apart from being in a deep sleep, he was almost no different from a normal person.

Except for being in deep sleep.

"Hey, Mr. Kagura, do you have any enemies that you can tell us about or provide some clues?" The man with semi-long hair took off his heavy protective suit, squeezed in among the group of people in a familiar manner, and smiled to indicate that he was performing his official duties.

"Well-"

The man smiled back, "I stay abroad most of the time, so I don't come to Japan very often."

The subtext is that there is none.

"Is that so?" Hagiwara Kenji was not surprised by the answer. He leaned on Matsuda Jinpei and let Kokunran share half of the weight of his body.

"But." The man called Kagura smiled with some sincerity, but this sincerity was not positive, but carried a hint of subtle sarcasm.

"I have made countless enemies abroad."