Amid the silent gaze of a group of men in black.

The two tables were ignorant and were still chatting. After hearing Hattori Heiji's words, Lan vest said in surprise: "How do you know?"

As soon as he finished asking, he understood it himself, and smiled helplessly: "That's right, except for the fishermen who went out to sea together, there are not so many people who died on the same day."

He took a sip of the wine and said sadly: "Yes, as you guessed, our fathers were fishermen - they all died in a storm eight years ago."

“…”

After chatting well, I suddenly talked about several lives, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Suzuki Yuanko looked around and suddenly remembered that in the fisherman culture, dying in the sea seemed to be a destiny and professional honor, so she comforted her: "The fisherman was born by the sea, relied on the sea all her life, and finally died in the sea, which was what she wanted!"

Ran Maori felt a sudden and cheerful comfort, and his heart skipped a beat: "Sangzi!"

But who knew that the two fishermen on the opposite side were not angry when they heard this, and instead laughed.

Seeing Ran Maori dissuading him, Lan vest waved her hand and said, "This lady is right - after all, my father and others still insisted on going out to sea even though they knew it was a storm. In the end, there is nothing they can do about it."

"Hmph, it has nothing to do with the weather." A voice penetrated, and at the same time, a heavy shadow cast at the door.

Everyone was stunned and slowly looked up and saw a tall and strong fisherman with dark skin like Hattori Heiji walked in from the door.

The dark fisherman obviously knew the red vest and blue vest. He walked straight to the table where the two were and sat down: "Even if it was a storm that day, with my father and his skills, it was enough to control the ship - the reason why the ship was destroyed was because the bastard Huang Juan sank their ship with his pirate ship."

Lan vest sighed helplessly: "Why are you still saying such things? - No evidence, beware that he really sues you for slander."

The Red Vest had the same opinion on this matter as him: "Yes, although I think that guy Huang Juan did everything he wants, he killed people directly... tsk, this sounds too outrageous."

The dark-skinned fisherman snorted and grabbed a bottle of beer: "You know nothing about his lower limit."

...

Chianti: [Three people are here! All suspects are there!]

Vodka: "..." What did you do when you startle? Is this most basic knowledge worth mentioning?

He thought of this stupid sniper who made up the numbers, shook his head and waited to see the other people's analysis.

When Curacao saw the news from the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, he had the same idea as Chianti.

At the same time, she paid more attention to the empty seats.

"All three seats are occupied, so there are only a few places where the deceased will sit in the future. There are only so many places for poisoning."

Curacao turned the electronic pen in his hand and thought to himself: "It's a pity that there is no image of Mr. Huangjuan. Otherwise, if he could observe his habits - such as whether he is left-handed, whether he likes to chew his nails, or whether he likes to wipe his mouth with his hands... It's not difficult to guess the way the murderer would choose to poison him."

Thinking of this, she paused and suddenly had a little understanding of whether she was correct. After locking in the victim, thinking from the perspective of the murderer seemed to be able to easily lead to some useful news.

"...I'm not good at interpreting Uzzo. Am I not good at assassination?"

Suddenly, when she looked at the screen again, Curacao's eyes changed: it was like a poor student who was frowning at math problems, but suddenly realized that the test paper in front of her slowly changed from a bunch of incomprehensible symbols and numbers to the game level she was best at.

...

In a restaurant.

The three fishermen sat together, chatted enthusiastically.

Suzuki Yuanko looked at them, but she stopped talking, and finally couldn't help but mutter to Jiang Xia in a low voice: "Do they still remember what they came here for?"

——Didn’t you say you want to quarrel with that Huang Juan? Why did you suddenly become like a classmate? What about Huang Juan?

I don’t know if it was her voice coming to the next table, or the three people finally realized that something was wrong. Finally, Blue Vest remembered something and looked at the watch.

"It's already eight forty!" He clanged down his wine glass and said dissatisfiedly, "Where is Huang Juan, why haven't he come yet? - That guy wouldn't forget what happened tonight."

The tall and dark fisherman snorted and took out his cell phone: "I think that guy is scared and dare not come over - I'll call him now. If he doesn't come again, we'll just go to his house!"

The red vest waved his hand and burped: "After you were late just now, we wanted to call him and urge him, but he didn't answer the phone at all."

Nobuji Nezu was as stubborn as his appearance. He did not stop the movements of his hands, but instead operated harder, as if every finger was poking on the head of the Arakusa Yoshiichi: "If you don't take it, then hit it again!"

As he said that, he pressed the dial button hard.

Two companions looked at him with their chins, waiting for the ending of no one to automatically hang up.

However, unexpectedly, just two or three seconds later, the phone actually connected with a beep.

"It's done?" The red vest and the blue vest looked shocked. After a moment, the two came to their senses and couldn't help but say angrily, "Why do you still treat it differently! He looks down on us?"

Nobuji Nezu frowned and looked at his cell phone: "It's connected, but no one spoke, there was only a very strange sound."

"A strange sound?" The fat blue vest stood up, walked to him, leaned over and listened to him for a while, "It was like the sound of waves."

As I was carefully identifying it, suddenly, the phone was hung up with a click.

"this……"

The three of them were puzzled for a moment, and the red vest remembered something. He walked to the window: "I remember... the Huang Juan family seemed to live in that area?"

"Yes, I've been to his house before." Blue vest also came over and looked out on the window. "From his house to this hotel, you can take a shortcut from the beach... Could it be that he answered the phone call just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and shook his head again: "No, it's just a tide now, and this road cannot be passed by at all."

Nobuji Nezu walked behind them: "You guys are thinking too well - I think that guy won't go to the appointment at all. He must have put us behind and ran to the beach to fish at night."
Chapter completed!