Miya Kamiya first glanced at the email on his phone, and then handed over the phone with a somewhat unsightly expression.

Kitagawa Temple also noticed Miku's face.

Could it be that what you brought to your phone is not good news?

Kitakawaji took his cell phone over and glanced at the message on his cell phone.

‘Thank you now remember Qingjing and sent me an email to greet you, but Qingjing is ill recently. I’m sorry that he can’t reply to your message in person. I hope you can come to my house to sit there another day.’

I said a lot later in fragmentary words, but the future of Shengu's sincere greetings came over in such a difficult time in their family. I was very moved. If I wanted to visit my home, I would like to say that I would be very welcome.

"Mr., what do you think?" Mira Kamiya asked with a small head lying on the shoulder of Kitagawaji.

"Worth going." Kitagawaji flipped back and forth through the less-than-long email.

It can also be seen from these sentences that have no connections and no connections, that the person who sent this email has definitely not been in good spirits recently.

After a year, something unpredictable might have happened to Kobayashi Kiyoi.

This may be the sequelae of holding a four-person hide-and-seek game. The other party's family also hoped that they would come to visit, so it would be better to be invited.

Kamiya nodded obediently, and she lightly edited the new email with her fingers, looking confident: "Then let it go, when will we pass tomorrow?"

"Come here to visit at ten o'clock."

It is said that confident boys are very charming, but Kitagawaji feels that such confident Kanya future is not bad.

Besides, she still helps herself.

Kamiya sent the email out and waited for about ten minutes, and replied to a reply:

‘Welcome to you, and I hope you don’t dislike the simplicity of the humble house’

Behind that, there were another politeness and words to tell Kamiya's future address.

No one is a child, so if you are polite, you will naturally skip it.

Miya Kamiya looked up and looked at Kitagawaji Road beside him:

"It's already agreed that it's ten o'clock tomorrow. Sejun, let's go there together then."

"Okay." Kitagawaji nodded.

After all, the owner of the email address is Miku Kamiya, and Kitagawa Temple himself also knows that he is cold and is not suitable for dealing with other people. Miku Kamiya is undoubtedly the best thing to be willing to help.

However, after some delay just now, Kitakawaji has not had time to read the book "Lost Yuchuan".

Now there is finally time.

Kitagawaji sat down again, put his finger on the side of the phone screen, next to him was Miku Kamiya who was curious about watching his movements.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Gangno Ryoko?

Why did this woman suddenly call herself?

Kitakawaji's face moved.

He has always called Ryoko Kawano. Why did Ryoko Kawano contact him abnormally today?

Kitakawaji clicked to answer.

Ryoko Kawano's extremely simple voice came from the other side of her phone:

"Keikawa boy, Ishikawa is almost dead."

Ishikawa is about to die?

"When did it happen?"

Ryoko Kawano on the phone did not hesitate either:

"Just last night, and it's hard to say on the phone call. You can come here, because it was the person you helped to catch, so I want to tell you."

"Besides, Kitagawa boy, have you been interested in these strange things all the time?"

"I'll be here soon." Kitakawaji hung up the phone.

Ishikawa Kuidou, a serial murderer, actually died, or did he die yesterday?

Even Ryoko Kawano could not explain the way to die for a while.

No matter which one is enough to make Kitakawaji do this trip.

"Wait, Lord Tera! I want to go there too!" Miya Kamiya raised his hand.

Kitagawaji glanced at him: "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong?"

"This time you probably would still sit in the waiting room to have coffee."

"Then I won't go."

When he thought of the police station coffee he drank last time and the hard and cold iron benches, Kamiya couldn't help but wrinkle his little nose.

In the past, I couldn't learn the details of the matter and had to sit on the bench. So it would be better to stay at home and wait for Kitakawa Temple to come back and ask him what happened.

The little girl made up her mind and said:

"I'll keep my home."

"" Kitakawaji's mouth moved, feeling that the words of Kamiya Future seemed to be very problematic, but when I think about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so I nodded and said calmly:

"Then please."

Leaving this sentence, Kitakawaji no longer talked about it and set off for the police station.

Ryoko Kawano stood in the small parking lot next to the police station and was waiting for cigarettes. As soon as she saw Kitagawa Temple coming, she pinched off the cigarette butt and stuffed it into the sorting trash can specially set up by the police station.

After doing this, she threw the chewing gum into her mouth, chewing it at Kitakawaji while chewing it tastelessly.

This woman

Kitagawa Temple has no expression on the surface, but it has made up its mind that it must not let Ryoko Kawano meet Kitagawa Eri.

Otherwise, this guy would definitely bring his sister badly.

"I always feel that you are talking bad about me in your heart." Ryoko Kawano looked at Kitagawaji with a strange look.

"I don't." Kitagawaji replied expressionlessly.

Ryoko Kawano glanced at him suspiciously, too lazy to care what he thought, but just reached out to signal him to follow him.

She said as she walked:

"I don't talk nonsense anymore. What I want to say is what I had on the phone just now. Ishikawa is about to die, and his way of death is very strange."

"A strange way to die? Didn't the news report that Ishikawa's Cadetto's case has been concluded? He should be in prison. There should be no other way besides committing suicide, right?" Kitagawaji followed her and said a very rare long sentence.

Yes, the case of hiding the corpse in the Ishikawa Kuetawa Lakeside Park has long been closed, and the news in the capital also rushed to report this incident, and people applauded for a while.

However, in Japan, it is difficult to sign a death penalty, and it is particularly difficult to enforce. Therefore, even if the Ishikawa Kuaido case has been defined as a death penalty by the court, it is still imprisoned in a hidden prison outside the capital.

"His situation is much more complicated than suicide." Ryoko Kono glanced at Kitagawaji deeply: "You'll see it clearly."

Ryoko Kaneno takes Kitagawaji to his office.

Unlike Yoshiko Kawano's unhealthy lifestyle, her desk was clean and spotless. The left side was filled with various documents, and the right side was the documents that had been opened and read.

"Don't touch my files." Ryoko Kawano warned, then bent down and opened the computer.

"I know." Kitagawaji nodded.

There is still a difference between this in Beichuan Temple.

After waiting for about seven or eight seconds, the computer presented a simple desktop.

Ryoko Kono pinched the mouse and chewed the gum, opened one folder after another, and finally clicked on a surveillance video.

"This is the surveillance in Ishikawa Kuidou Prison last night. After you finish watching it, you will know why I said something is wrong."

Ryoko Kawano took two steps back and looked deep.

Kitagawaji was not polite, and sat in Kono Ryoko's seat without saying a word.

The straightforward movement made Ryoko Kono's mouth twitch.

This brat is still the same as before.

The video on the computer begins to scroll.

The monitoring time is Wednesday, February 6, 2019 at 11:46 pm.

This is a pretty good prison with tatami mats, which looks like more than 30 square meters and has a toilet.

Ishikawa Kuaito, who was wearing plaster on his calf, was sleeping on his bed.

Kitagawaji still remembers that Ishikawa Kuaito's calves were broken with his bat.

The half-month prison life not only did not make the man weak, but instead made him feel more and more fat, which made Kitagawa Temple feel a little ironic.

"It seems that his life in prison is much more comfortable than outside." Kitagawa Temple said without looking back.
To be continued...