Chapter 134 The Missing Grandpa
Yuan Yuzi was furious for a moment and accepted the gift.
She held a pink flip phone in her arms, and her mood was particularly complicated. She was a little happy, a little angry, and a little worried about the future... Where could she get so much money to buy a gift that would shock Fushimi-kun?
Why don't you go back to Mama-chan's house and grab something...
No, no, that’s just stealing! As a police officer, how could she know the law and break it!
Yuan Yuzi shook her head and shook this thought out of her mind.
Fushimi Lu left the mobile phone store and prepared to check out the restaurant in advance.
He had inquired a long time ago that Chinatown in Japan is in Yokohama, which is 300 kilometers away from Toyota District. It is definitely unrealistic to travel 300 kilometers just to have a hot pot meal. In Sugamo itself, if you want to eat authentic Chinese food, you can only find small restaurants hidden in alleys or corridors.
The quality of these restaurants that are not open to the public ranges from high to low. If you want to go to a high-end Chinese restaurant, you have to find an acquaintance to recommend it.
The restaurant he booked is a membership-only restaurant called "Taoyuan". It is located on the 8th floor of the Higashi Sugamo Commercial Building. It has no signboard and no advertisements. Even the public elevator does not have a button to go directly to the 8th floor. The main thing is to have a good time. quiet.
Yuan Yuzi followed him, thinking he was going to investigate a case, but ended up walking around in circles for a long time, then ran back and entered a large shopping mall. The clerk at the department store saw them wearing police uniforms and thought they were security guards, so she asked them to patrol somewhere else.
"Where are we going?"
Minamoto Tamako was quite unhappy. The last time she and her mother went shopping in a department store in Hokkaido, the counter girl greeted her with a smile, and the general manager of the store even went out to receive the reception in person... When did this society become like Fushimi-kun? Philistine? Or is it just the waiters at Tokyo malls who like to look down on people?
"Take this poor guy like you to see the world." Fushimi Lu said casually.
"Are you planning to be lazy again? Most of the day has passed and we haven't found anything yet!" Yuan Yuzi protested.
"A sharpened knife never wastes time in chopping wood. We are going to have dinner with the "murderer" tonight, how can we not make more preparations? Contact with suspects is also part of the investigation. ”
Fushimi Shika began to quibble again: "The interrogation classes in school are all dead knowledge. I am here to teach you how to learn and apply it."
Yuan Yuzi felt that this made sense, but there seemed to be something wrong with it.
Isn't Fushimi-kun in the same class as her? Where did he accumulate practical experience? You generally can’t practice interrogation skills on your own, right?
Speaking of which, when she was interrogating Mrs. Kamei before, she felt a little strange. She felt that Fushimi-kun was very familiar with the interrogation process...
The dull hair on Minamoto Tamako's head stood up again. She squinted her eyes and stared at Fushimi Lu's back, thinking that Fushimi-kun still had an ulterior secret! He still has the habit of looking at other people's heads, but it has become much more obscure. It must be because of a guilty conscience that he takes the initiative to hide his gaze!
The two walked into the member-only elevator one after another. The receptionist helped press the floor. The elevator slowly rose, and Fushimi Lu smelled the aroma of jasmine.
After a while, the elevator door opened.
Behind the door is a zigzag corridor. Although it is a Chinese restaurant, the decoration is Japanese-style. There is no rockery and running water. It is quite wabi-sabi, and there is the faint sound of pipa. The welcoming lady wearing an elegant moon-white cheongsam came forward and asked Fushimi Lu if he had an appointment. He reported Zhao Chunshu's name.
The latter checked the reservation form, confirmed it was correct, and asked them if they wanted to dine in advance. Fushimi Lu waved his hand and said no, he just came to take a look at the environment and asked if their boss was there.
"Sorry, Mr. Zhao is not here usually..."
The receptionist's words stopped abruptly. She tilted her head slightly, covered her headset, and was silent for a moment. When she turned her head again, she had a business smile on her face. Before Fushimi Lu could react, there was a burst of footsteps, and waiters in Tang suits filed out, standing in two rows on the left and right. The leader was Zhao Chunshu himself. He walked forward with a smile, and the receptionist and the waiter bowed together, welcoming Miss Tamako to dinner.
"Long time no see, Miss Okoko. A batch of king crabs arrived by air from Okhotsk today. If Miss Okoko is interested, you can try the chef's new dish, king crab meat and eel curry rice..."
When Zhao Chunshu said this, he didn't look like a high-ranking gangster from the Daochuan Society at all, but rather like a young hotel manager, with a philistine-pleasant smile on his face.
Fushimi Shikkoko says what the hell is king crab meat and eel curry rice? Isn't this a Chinese restaurant? Co-author Yuna Tamako loves eel and curry, so you just changed the recipe?
Besides, isn't Minamoto Tamako a native of Hokkaido? Have you never been to Tokyo? Why do you look like a regular customer?
Yuan Yuzi was also surprised. She didn't expect that Uncle Zhao would open a branch in Tokyo.
Mom-chan works in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and she has been living with her grandfather in Hokkaido. There are various reasons that lead to the mother and daughter living in two places all year round.
Mama-chan often goes back to Hokkaido to visit her, and the flight is only an hour or two anyway. Occasionally during long vacations or business trips, Mama would try to come back to accompany her...but most of the time Mama would break her promise. For example, her mother did not attend her high school graduation ceremony.
The two chatted for a while, then Zhao Chunshu led Yuan Yuzi into the box, and Fushimi Lu followed him like a passerby.
The private room is decorated like a Chinese restaurant, with an Eight Immortals table in the center, landscape screens on the left and right sides, and a few palace lanterns hanging on the top.
The three of them sat down, and Zhao Chunshu asked the old man how he was doing. When mentioning this matter, Yuan Yuzi's eyebrows drooped, and the dull hair on the top of her head became listless. She put her hands on the table like a primary school student, sighed and said: "I haven't seen him since I went to college..."
Looking at her expression, Zhao Chunshu realized that he had asked the wrong question. But the topic had been dropped, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to ask what was going on.
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Fushimi Lu couldn't talk, so he sat aside and listened.
The thing is not complicated at all. After Yuan Yuzi went to college, she lived on campus, and her grandfather lived alone at home. He couldn't sit still and always liked to go out and find things to do by himself. Kujo Yui took her grandfather back to Tokyo, firstly to take care of the old man, and secondly to give the old man something to do.
As a result, before Minamoto Tamako graduated, bad news came from Tokyo, saying that her grandfather was missing, and no one was alive or dead... Kujo Yui was furious, and everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department swept the streets like mad dogs, but no one was found. , So far there is still no news from the old man.
Fushimi Shika suddenly realized that when Tamako paid homage to Kawai, he once asked him: "Then what is my real purpose of becoming a policeman?" This is a secret that only Kawai knows... Now that I think about it, it must be to find the missing grandfather, right?
Zhao Chunshu expressed his regret for what happened to Miss Yuzi. He changed the topic without leaving any trace and talked about the interesting story of the old man growing flowers. This made Yuan Yuzi's mood change from gloomy to bright.
"By the way, Fushimi-kun, how do you know Uncle Zhao?" Minamoto Tamako turned around and asked.
Fushimi Shika started talking nonsense, saying that he had met him at a securities firm when he was trading stocks. They hit it off and chatted quite speculatively.
Zhao Chunshu said "Hayi hayi" in non-standard Japanese and nodded repeatedly. His impression of Fushimi Shika changed greatly. He didn't expect that this guy could actually fall in love with the police inspector's daughter, which saved three generations of detours.
If he remembered correctly, the Kujo family had no direct descendants. Counting two generations up, almost all the men are dead. When it comes to Kujo Yui's generation, there is only one daughter in the direct line. She will definitely recruit a son-in-law in the future. This kid's future is unlimited...
This chat lasted four or five hours. Near seven o'clock, Zhao Chunshu took the initiative to leave, saying that he could call him at any time if he had any orders.
Fushimi Shika was not polite to him, and said he wanted to lend him a few 'cleaners'. The more sinister-looking the better, they would be responsible for helping to carry a plate, hold up the scene, and maybe help clean up afterwards.' Garbage'…
"No problem."
Zhao Chunshu smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, they are all professionals."
(End of chapter)