Chapter 24 Hidden trees in the forest
Fushimi Lu stood in the hospital corridor, watching the doctor hand his mother the consent form for surgery:
"Your child's legs are necrotic and infected, and the only option is amputation."
He lowered his head and found that he was sitting in a wheelchair with empty trousers.
Ah, I remember, my father and I were hit by a car...
After her mother cried and signed, she dropped her pen, knelt in front of Fushimi Shika, buried her face in his chest, and kept repeating she was sorry.
Fushimi Lu wanted to comfort her, but as soon as he reached out his hand, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
Wearing a suit, he stood in the courtroom, looking at his emaciated mother and the boy in a wheelchair.
Ah, I remembered, I am the perpetrator’s defense lawyer...
Fushimi Shika glanced at the information and started talking in front of the judge:
"There are many discrepancies between the facts stated by the plaintiff in the complaint and our client, as the defendant, hereby refutes..."
"The deceased had a history of cardiac calcification and had received multiple rescues for heart disease. According to on-site evidence collection and forensic testimony, his father did not have major bleeding at the time..."
"In other words, the deceased was most likely having a heart attack and fell on the roadside. The person involved was caught off guard and drove to avoid it. This led to the accident and accidentally ran over the legs of the deceased's family members..."
"According to our country's criminal law, negligent damage to a corpse does not constitute a crime..."
……
What am I talking about?
The female driver lowered her head to read a novel while driving, and she just hit her straight...
Fushimi Shika glanced at the client from the corner of his eye. The latter was typing on his cell phone under the table, complaining to his best friend about how unlucky he was these past few days, and asked his wealthy parents for the legal fees.
"It's not like that!" the boy cried: "Dad was still alive at the time!"
"Request rejected!"
Fushimi Shika couldn't stop talking. He heard himself say: "As far as I know, the plaintiff took out a large amount of accident insurance for the deceased. If the death was caused by a heart attack, the insurance company would not pay the compensation. The witness has a conflict of interest. And I have reason to suspect that this is a premeditated insurance fraud..."
Stop talking!
Stop it!
Say no more!
He grabbed the pen on the table and stabbed it through both sides of his cheek. But his tongue was still moving, and his mouth was still making clear sounds.
The person involved laughed, and she turned into Sakurai Chizuru, raised her phone, and took a picture of Fushimi Shika's ugly appearance.
The judge raised his gavel and struck it hard, like a huge stone hitting his heart.
--despair!
Fushimi Shika suddenly woke up.
Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling.
The ticking sound of the ECG monitor could be heard in his ears, and an infusion bag hung beside the bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed.
Fushimi Lu finally remembered. After setting up the scene, he deliberately bumped into the table. He failed to control the force and knocked himself unconscious.
He turned his head and saw a strange middle-aged man sitting beside the bed. The latter was dozing off and was probably the criminal police officer responsible for guarding the suspect.
There was a stinging pain at his fingertips. Fushimi Lu gritted his teeth and before the detective woke up, he slowly pulled out a 4 to 5 centimeter fine needle from the gap in the nail of his left index finger.
"Hiss..."
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his facial muscles were twisted and deformed by pain.
This thin needle comes from Sakurai Chizuru’s Miu Miao tool box, and is probably a prop used for piercing, piercing, or tattooing. Fushimi Lu used it to forge the most critical clues, so he had to find a way to take it away from the scene and destroy it.
Before self-mutilation, he hid the fine needle in the gap between his fingernails in advance, considering that he might fall into coma.
After pulling out the fine needle, Fushimi Shika licked the blood off the needle and pinched his fingernails to stop the bleeding.
"Well..." The detective suddenly let out a low cry.
Fushimi Shika was shocked. He turned around and saw the detective folding his hands on his chest, lowering his head and closing his eyes. He changed his sleeping position and said unexplained words in his sleep: "Honami doesn't want it...it's too shameful..."
Fushimi Shika breathed a sigh of relief. He sat up with difficulty, trying not to make any noise. Seeing that the detective was still sleeping soundly, he bent sideways and carefully turned over the small medical trash can under the bed.
Quickly, he pulled out a syringe, pulled out the syringe, and inserted a thin needle into it. At first glance, he couldn't tell at all.
Since it can be found wherever you throw it, you might as well hide it in the woods.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly a voice of inquiry came from behind.
Fushimi Shikaxin said hell, if you don’t wake up early, you won’t wake up later, but you wake up at this time...
He threw away the syringe, pretended to be uncomfortable, stood up and said, "I want to vomit... vomit..." As he said that, he turned around again and lay down by the trash can to vomit.
The detective stood up, walked around to the other side of the bed, and asked, "You guys, are you hiding something?"
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"What do you mean?" Fushimi looked innocent.
The detective didn't pay attention. He rolled up the newspaper in his hand and stirred in the medical trash can. He rummaged carefully for a long time and found nothing before giving up.
"Be honest and don't try any tricks!" He sat back down, lowered his head, took out the pager, and sent a message to his boss.
The criminal police these days can be said to be the largest violent gang in Japan. All of them have haircuts and talk about koalas as they interrogate suspects. They are more like gangsters than gangsters and do not take care of the emotions of the injured.
Fushimi Lu lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and reviewed the process of setting up the scene in his mind.
"Well, there is nothing missing," he said with full confidence in his heart: "It doesn't matter even if there is something missing."
There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and four people walked into the ward one after another.
The criminal policeman turned around and after seeing the face of the visitor, he subconsciously greeted: "Hello, Section Chief! I was about to send you a page..."
Fushimi Shika opened his eyes, and the white partition was pulled open. The attending physician stood at the front, followed by two men with unkind faces, who were probably criminal policemen.
Yuan Yuzi's little head suddenly popped up. She squatted beside the bed, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and looked at her with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"It's okay, but my head hurts a bit..." Fushimi Lu forced a smile.
The attending doctor held the case file in his hand and said: "It's just a concussion, no big problem. It will be fine after being hospitalized for a period of observation."
Gentamako breathed a sigh of relief. She had many questions to ask Fushimi Kako, such as what happened at that time, whether she saw the murderer, and why Kawai returned to school...
Before she could speak, she heard Kazama Takusai say: "Everyone, please avoid the police interrogation."
Driver Watanabe immediately chased people away like a dog-legger. He grabbed Minamoto Tamako by the back of her neck and drove him out together with another criminal police officer.
"Boss, everyone has been cleared," he took out his notebook and said, "Let's get started!"
"You go too." Kazama Takusai said.
"Eh? Okay." Watanabe Jun looked downcast.
After his subordinate closed the ward door, Kazama Takusai turned around and met Fushimi Shika's eyes.
"There is still a chance to surrender now."
He moved a chair and sat beside Fushimi Shika's bed: "You killed the man, right?"
(End of chapter)