Chapter 689： Kyoko Yoshida

Tokyo

A car was running, and it was already night, and the izakaya dotted the street began to appear a group of professional white-collar workers, complaining from time to time, while the waiter stood with a professional smile and bowed in front of the door to welcome.

Even if it is frequent, Tokyo is still a prosperous city, with tall buildings and crowds, but the car enters a moment, the situation gradually changes, the atmosphere is a little dark and inconspicuous, as if shrouded in shadow and forgotten by the world.

The car decelerated into this area. The road was dilapidated, covered with fallen leaves, and public buildings such as street lights existed but were a bit rusty. The car drove around and stopped in front of an old three-story building. Pei Ziyun got out of the car. Looking at the surrounding environment, he frowned, and asked, "Here, isn't Mitani?"

Rinako looked smart in his suit: "Yamada, no, there is still a short distance from Mitani."

Mitani is a slum area in Tokyo, Japan. There are many cage houses. It is not here yet. It is an apartment for low-income people.

It seems that this is just the rented area where the most common poor live in. When you lead in, you see an apartment.

"This four-story building was built in 87 years of the last century. Each floor is neatly arranged with six or six households and a unified housing pattern. When it was first built, it was used for renting and collecting rent."

"Riji Ayagawa rented it out. We have searched the room many times. It is normal and there are no abnormalities."

Then he said that an old man in his early sixties, with white hair and a good spirit, came over. Rinako introduced: "This is Mr. Uchi, who has been a landlord here for more than thirty years."

Inai smiled and said, "I haven't lived here anymore, but only to collect rent every month. I will be notified in the town today, so I waited here early."

"Troublesome for you." Rinako bowed gently to Inai. Japan is a country of etiquette. Although the grades are clear, but politeness is required. Rinako's salute is standard. The size of the bow can be recorded as a textbook.

In return, Mr. Inai led his party upstairs.

The corridor of the building was a little dusty. The apartment was old and completely in decline, and even the property management was almost gone.

When I came to Room 302, Ouchi took out the key and opened the door: "Room 302 has a total of fifteen square meters and the monthly rent is 60,000 yen. The tenant has always paid the rent on time, so except for the monthly rent collection day, we I rarely meet, only know that there is a writer ... "

"It's not easy to become a writer!" Inai expressed sympathy: "I once had a tenant who wanted to write and ended up in Mitani."

"I saw him picking up waste last year, but I won't see him this year."

The people in Mitani have no guarantee of their own safety. Sometimes they disappear without anyone knowing it. In the movie "Dedication of the Suspect", the man killed a scavenger poor man and replaced the body, but no one found it.

And some are not necessarily disappeared, they are suicides. In Japan, where many permanent employment systems are maintained, once middle-aged men are unemployed, it is difficult to find a job. From the perspective of family, neighbors, and friends, it becomes a complete loss. Worn out dog.

Suicide or homelessness is the only option.

Rinako was serious and didn't speak.

The door was opened, the room was small, the home was compact, and the wall was separated by a grid with a grid of spaces, filled with daily necessities and books, and it looked like an ordinary private house.

"I'll take a look." The sister-in-law cried, scanning the room with the eyes of an anti-drug dog and examining it carefully.

Hayakawa Naomi and Bae Ziyun also paced around the room, but found nothing normal.

Naomi Hayakawa said: "No, Mr. Ayakawa said that he has a girlfriend, but there are no traces of a woman's life in this room."

That's right, this house is not only without women's clothes and cosmetics, but also books and manuscripts are all belonging to Xichuan. Obviously, they live alone, but why does Lichuan lie?

Rinako looked outside the door, bowed her head, no expression on her face, and was a shogunate official. She was not a full-time driver. She was a female police officer with special training and a police title.

This room had already been here, and what I could find was reported in the morning. Now she was sent to Yamada Shinichi as a driver, and she was puzzled.

No one denies that Yamada Shinichi is an outstanding writer.

The release of "The Seven Samurai" was sought after by readers at the beginning of the release, resulting in a glorious situation in Luoyang Paper, which has accumulated to the present and sold more than 1 million copies. This is nothing more than a boost to the shrinking Japanese publishing industry .

It is understood that because there are seven books issued, the total royalties are as high as 800 million yen. This is a very high number. University professors, doctors, and company department directors-the annual salary is only 12 million yen. Drink it for sixty years.

However, the writer is even more powerful. It has nothing to do with tracing in this regard. What is even more outrageous is that the mission also took two little girls, which is really unacceptable.

Now seeing nothing, Rinako also has some inexplicable pleasure, but the other party is a famous writer, and it is said that she is still a guest of some nobles. She is afraid to offend, but is expressionless.

Pei Ziyun was not surprised, but just asked Inai: "What do you know about him?

Daichi said, "I don't know much. I only saw him once a month. I only knew that he wanted to write. He was very kind, paid rent promptly, and never ran into arrears. He rarely communicated with his neighbors."

"Everyone who lives in this building is looking for a job or a dream. People often move in and out, but it has been a long time since Qichuan has lived here. But in recent years, I have directly rented it to my card. , There is even less contact, what has happened to him? "

Last time the police investigation did not even pass through the landlord, but now this situation, Taichi also saw some points.

"It's okay, just asking casually, it's troublesome for you." Pei Ziyun said.

Hayakawa Naomi was a little reconciled, and glanced over again. Why did Rika Nishikawa make up a lie saying that he had a girlfriend?

What is the purpose of what he said?

Moreover, although he did not communicate directly with him, but the distance was not far away, all the conversations were heard in his ears. Naokawa Naomi felt that Li Zhi Lichuan was not like lying, that kind of emotion from the heart, unless a professional actor, most people are It's hard to hide.

However, the old house in front of the house was dim and dull. At most, it was books and manuscripts. Where is the mistress?

Besides, Lichuan Lichuan devoted himself to creating, without a source of income, how can he pay rent on time and meet living expenses even if he is working odd jobs?

Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated, and smiled and bowed slightly: "Let's go out, it really troubles you."

Speaking, he went out with suspicious sister-in-law and Naomi. When Inai closed the door, Rinako smiled and turned around, and took everyone around the corridor. Pei Ziyun turned back, and went back without saying a word. Looking at each other, they followed closely.

Inai nodded for a moment, looking at Pei Ziyun's back, and couldn't help complaining: "I just checked it, did you forget something?"

"Moreover, the key is still in my hand, and the door cannot be opened."

Thinking, turned around and looked, and suddenly stayed, and saw in the narrow corridor, looking away, no one at all, three people disappeared.

"Impossible!" Rinako suddenly changed color, and hurried to catch up. The door of Room 302 was closed, but nobody was around. Her sweat immediately came down and ordered: "Open the door immediately."

"Hey, hey!" I saw the scene where Lingyi disappeared. My inner legs were all soft. He took out the key to open the door, but couldn't open it a few times.

Rinako couldn't help being polite. She rushed to the door and turned around. The door opened, but there was no one inside. She glanced again. She just felt her throat dry, swallowed her mouth slightly, and pulled out her cell phone. He called: "Head of the group, Yamada Shino is gone!"

"Missing? What's missing?"

Rinako quickly reported: "We just searched for Lichuan Lichuan's residence, and nothing was gained. As soon as we were ready to return, they were gone!"

"The entire hallway has no windows and no room in it."

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people in police uniforms arrived and started a search, turning the whole apartment to the bottom and still couldn't find the three of Pei Ziyun.

A police officer apologized: "Head of the group, I'm very sorry, no clue was found, and the camera did not find any, please forgive me!"

A police department heard his face look fierce, and angrily said: "Continue to search and search again, not fast?"

"Baga!" The head of the group saw his subordinates getting busy again, trying to hold back his breath, but finally couldn't help it, punched angrily on the wall.

Yamabe Luren came from a quasi-professional group. The quasi-professional group was promoted according to their qualifications and merits. Although nominally they could be promoted to the chief of police, they actually reached the police department and have consumed too much potential.

Now, do you have to be a scapegoat for the professional group (regular employees) like the company's quasi-professional group?

Pei Ziyun, his sister-in-law, and Naomi, who did not know the grief of a police department called Shanbe, were standing at the door of Room 302 and knocked on the door.

Inside the room, a young girl was wearing an apron, her small eyes were focused on the beef, and she carefully removed the fascia. She was very happy in her heart: "Jun Chuan is finally making his debut, his work is about to be published, and today I have to celebrate."

Beef, ordinary people, rarely eat once a month.

When Kyoko was picking the fascia with a lancet, the knocking of the door rang, and Kyoko frowned, but relaxed in a blink of an eye. For a moment, the door lock clicked, opened a thin slit, and asked softly: Hello, who are you looking for? "

Pei Ziyun bowed his head slightly, and said, "I'm the editor of Satogawa Rishi, and I'm sent by the publishing house to investigate."

This was talking blindly with open eyes, but Kyoko looked at it, but immediately showed a warm and joyful expression, as if he believed it, opened the door, and greeted the three into the room.

The three entered the room and sat around the table. Kyoko brought a tea set and filled the three with: "Yu Chuanjun, it's up to you to take care of you."

"Ah, it's okay, it should be. Mr. Motobashi, the founder of Shiraishi Academy, once said that excellent authors are the true source of strength of the Academy. As long as they have excellent authors, as long as they do not abandon the Shiraishi Academy , Then Shiraishi Academy will not fail. "

"I came here this time as the editor-in-chief of Fujita, and I did some background checks on Jun Chuan. Our company has recently considered publishing Jun Chuan's novels, but since this is the first cooperation, I hope to deepen each other's understanding." Pei Ziyun said seriously : "Xi Chuanjun is not yet a good author, but has the potential of a good author, and we are willing to grow with him."

Kyoko listened, his face straightened, and leaned down, choking: "Hey, I see. Li Zhi is so happy to meet an editor like you--please ask!"

Pei Zi got tea in the cloud and found it was cold. Put down the tea cup and open the notebook to look at the content and ask: "Is Jun Shogawa born in Shibuya, Kanagawa?"

"Yes!"

"Tell your story!"

Seeing Pei Ziyun's notes on his notebook, Kyoko fell into the memory and said, "The two of us were neighbors. When his family moved from the countryside, when he arrived in Shibuya, he had no friends. I was sick and couldn't go out. I happened to live next door. I often went to see him, and told him about some local customs. I brought him the Carp Banner for Children's Day. I agreed, and when he was well, watch the celebration together ... "

"We went to school together, grew up together, and of course we fell in love together ... Remember that once I was tangled about what kind of lipstick Li Zhi liked, so Li Zhi asked me to wipe each taste lipstick ..." Kyoko lowered his head shyly , Did not continue to say, but everyone understands the meaning.

"Did you live together after graduation?" Pei Ziyun took notes.

"Yes, that year, we moved to Tokyo."

"What is the reason to leave Shibuya and move to Tokyo?"

"Li Zhi said that in order to pursue literature, we moved to Tokyo. I am his girlfriend and future wife. I have an obligation to support Jun Chuan!" Kyoko replied very seriously.

"Are Chuan Jun's parents still alive?"

"Everyone is still there. Every year, I call back."

The Japanese attach great importance to the collective and seriously play a social role. At the same time, there are signs of contempt of the family. They are still abandoning the elderly. The elderly lack the support from their children. They have to form a large number of elderly homes and form a huge industry.

According to the "national survey" conducted by the Japanese government every five years, there were 3.86 million elderly people living alone in 2005. Not all of them had no children, but their children generally lived in independent families with limited contacts. Last year, TV interviewed an elderly person. Woman, she also keeps a grocery store of hers. She keeps goods on a daily basis. On the 100th birthday, no one comes to visit her children. Only her grandson from afar makes a phone call: "Come on!"

From a Chinese perspective ~ www.novelhall.com ~ This scene is incredible, but it is very common in Japan. It is already an obligation to make a phone call back every year.

"As far as we know, did Jun Chuan ever stray in Tokyo?" Pei Ziyun was upset and asked suddenly.

Kyoko's whole body shook, the happy smile quickly disappeared, and the air suddenly became weird. Xunzi immediately vigilantly touched the knife, and then Pei Ziyun smiled again: "Perhaps, this wandering experience is exactly the source of inspiration for Li Chuanjun's literature Not necessarily! "

The girl's complexion was slightly relieved, and she lowered her head and said, "Li Zhi is really a very talented person. Thank you for giving him a chance."

Pei Ziyun laughed without saying a word, but fiddled with the tea cup and asked, "So, when did you meet again after the Yuanchuan Jun strayed?"

Kyoko froze and murmured, "I, I can't remember ..."

"Can't remember, or don't want to remember? Kyoko Yoshida, who had died in the house long ago!" The girl yelled suddenly, but the girl screamed like a thunder, "Ahh" screamed, her face was black, and her body was black smoke.