Detached villa

After the two police officers left, Mitarai and I went upstairs to our room.

I thought he would make some disrespectful request in front of the two police officers, because I think Mitarai has done this many times.But unexpectedly, he just accepted James' phone number, and then forgot about Charlie.

I have rarely encountered cases with Mitarai abroad, let alone cases related to myself rather than through clients.

To be honest, I have been very curious about this case since Mitarai helped translate the dialogue and the specific content of the case in the hotel at my request.Some people may think that I should have respect for the dead, but maybe it is because I have experienced too many similar things and I am not very familiar with Fujii.

A little bit beyond my expectation is that I thought that Mitarai would be a little uncomfortable with the departure of acquaintances, but I didn't see much from the surface, maybe I didn't know or maybe the relationship between Mitarai and Fujii was also bad. especially good.

I held in my hand the materials that Mitarai translated and sorted out for me, and checked them over and over again.Based on my many years of experience, it seems that the only thing I can be sure of is whether Fujii will hold a photography exhibition in the future.

Why would a person with such thoughts commit suicide?

I can't think of an answer, but at the same time, I feel that if it is a girl named Sophia who kills people and claims to use magic, what is going on?

Is it really killing people with magic?

I couldn't help but imagine a young and beautiful girl with heavy makeup, who cursed her ex-boyfriend Fujii viciously and sinisterly. The photographer who was controlled moved the chair and tied it with a nylon rope, and stood numbly on the chair. Hang yourself.

Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

The same thing that confuses me is about Anna. From the police officer’s description, I know that besides Fujii’s own fingerprints, there are fingerprints of his girlfriend Anna on the nylon rope that strangled Fujii. According to the lady's description, Miss Anna has not been to Fujii Shuzo's studio in the past two days.

Then why are there Anna's fingerprints on the rope?

I thought with my almost vulnerable brain circuit. From the superficial evidence, it seemed that Anna was more suspected than Sofia, Fujii's ex-girlfriend who had turned herself in.

But maybe it's just that the assistant lady didn't find out after Anna came?

I can't figure it out, and I still need the wisdom of Mitarai to get an answer, but if I speak out my inner thoughts, I will be mercilessly ridiculed by Mitarai!

But thinking about it from another angle, if Anna and Miss Sophia wanted to kill him, Fujii would be really sad.

I was thinking sadly.

"Ishioka-kun," Mitarai called me suddenly, "you must be thinking about some irrelevant things again."

It is indeed a strange thing to mourn in such a strange way for a person who unfortunately passed away in a murder. I am too embarrassed to refute too much, so I said unconvinced: "How do you know?"

"Expression, even a puppy can see a sad expression on your face." Mitarai shrugged, "Do you have anything to be sad about?"

I have never been easy to control my emotional performance, so I don't want to get too entangled with him on my weaknesses.I took the notebook that recorded the incident to Mitarai's side. He was still lying lazily on the sofa, with his eyes closed as if he hadn't woken up yet, and the back of his head was leaning on the back of the sofa, enjoying the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bright sun shining on him.

I don't understand why he doesn't go out if he likes it?

"Jie," I pushed him, "Aren't you going to settle this matter?"

Mitarai snorted, pushed me away, rubbed the messy curly hair on his head, and said as if exhausted: "Why should I waste my precious time to solve such a matter?"

"Is he your friend?"

I asked him tentatively.

"No." Mitarai turned her head away, "But such a matter, as long as the police handle it well, they can find out the murderer."

I thought about it, and tried to ask Mitarai the questions that were circling in my mind:

"I think this case is very contradictory."

"Ah."

Mitarai replied perfunctorily, then closed her eyes, pretending to be too lazy to talk to me.

"Since the police discovered the body of Fujii Osho until now, there have been two murderers. If you count the suicide, there are three." I asked him, "The first one is that I think it was a suicide because the scene is an airtight place. The doors and windows were locked, even the vents were blocked, and the surveillance at the studio gate did not capture anyone entering or leaving. The second suspect was Sophia Fujii's ex-girlfriend, who unexpectedly surrendered to the police It is said that she killed the man, although he did have the time and motive to commit the crime, but the method of killing is actually relying on magic!"

Mitarai nodded slowly, as if perfunctory.

I can't wait to give him a blank look, and continue to summarize: "The third is Fujii's current girlfriend Anna. She has time to commit the crime and found many clues at the scene pointing to her as the murderer, but no motive can be found. Even if someone There is no motive for blaming her."

"No." Mitarai interrupted me, "You overlooked one point, Ishioka. Sophia has a reason to blame her."

"Are you saying that you robbed your lover because you hated her?" I thought for a while and refuted him, "But Sophia turned herself in? If she really set the blame, why did she go back and turn herself in?"

"Of course there is a reason why she had to do this." Mitarai said.

I was stunned, a little surprised: "Is she really the murderer? How is it possible!"

"No, you got it wrong." Mitarai stood up and began to walk back and forth in the room, "There is one more thing that cannot be ignored in this matter."

"whats the matter?"

"The secret room!"

In the next few days, Mitarai and I didn't discuss such a matter again. We wandered the streets and alleys of France and tasted the local culture and cuisine to our heart's content.

I went to several universities in France with Mitarai. They were so beautiful and beautiful, and even made me want to continue my studies in universities.

Mitarai urged me to learn as soon as I wanted, but I still vetoed it, after all, I was past the age to do this kind of thing again.

Sure enough, I was once again ridiculed by him as an old man.

Since we still have plans to go to other places in the future, we hope that such a thing can end sooner.But neither Mitarai nor I can leave France without the permission of the police.

Finally, on the Monday of the second week, we received a call from the Paris police station in France. It seemed that James was on the other end of the call.

"Mr. Mitarai!"

James is more excited.

"Our case is settled, you can leave now!"

"Really," Mitarai should be happy, but his tone was very flat, "Who did you arrest?"

"Mr. Mitarai doesn't know?" James seemed surprised, "Of course it's Anna."

I saw obvious disappointment and sarcasm on Mitarai's face.

"The police in Paris are really the same as the Japanese, they are a group of people who know nothing." Mitarai's voice was a little shady, "You arrested the wrong person."

"How is that possible!" James retorted, "She was the one who bought drugs for Fujii, and we caught many drug dealers along the way."

"There is no doubt about it." Mitarai interrupted impatiently, "but she is not the murderer."

"Really! Don't look so great! We have indeed found the murderer!"

There was an old angry male voice on the other end of the phone. It seemed that Charlie had found the phone.

"You can refute," Mitarai sneered, "but you will miss the real murderer."

"you!"

"Calm down." James' voice changed again, "Mr. Mitarai, did you find something else?"

"No." Mitarai said as if angry, "But if you want to know everything, just obediently wait for me to pass."