[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Hearing this, Atobu covered his lips with his hands, and looked around calmly. There were only gorgeous dead things in the wide space. He felt relieved, and stretched his slightly bent fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The mole, the emotion in the eyes also let go.

"I reject."

"You don't say it now, do you want to wait for the police to reopen the old case and find out where Nishimoto's body is hidden?"

"Let them check it out."

But Fushou knew that as long as Atobu had the intention to obstruct, the case of Nishimoto would never be filed.

All the chairs here are extremely far away from Atobe, and Fucho dragged a chair across to Atobe.

"I learned that you and Renzu have known each other since junior high school." Fuchou took out his glasses and put them on, "Go to the same school, play a kind of sport, and after graduation, he didn't do anything other than help you take over the company. However, his disappearance is still unclear."

"Playing the emotional card will work?"

"It seems to be working."

Atobe turned his head, and within a few seconds he was calm about Fusou's blatant observation.

"I can't remember more and more about him. I have never asked for anything from him. His life revolves around me. Maybe it's because he is so poor that he needs support and dedication. Who knows?"

"Belittling his contribution is also belittling yourself, why don't you admit it?"

"Don't ask what to admit," Atobe leaned back and said with a sneer, "Admit, and then?"

"Your father passed away on the 21st of last month."

The same day when Renzu received a cross-border call.The first person Fuso could come up with was Atobe, and the reason for the abnormal state of endurance that night may be what Atobe said, or what he finally understood.

"Ha," Atobe laughed when he heard the words, "I know what you mean, but it's not what you think."

"Otherwise what?"

"Did you suddenly become interested in me?" He said rather charmingly, "You, including him, the change from my youth to the present is the alienation and assimilation of patriarchy to offspring, but In my opinion, I just understand them more and more, make the choices I should make at my age, and bear the responsibilities of my identity."

"Ninzuzu has been in your wrong options?"

"It wasn't always. It wasn't wrong for him not to be with me, that's what stayed the same."

That phone call made Renzu understand this.

"You guys think I'm deluding myself. On the contrary, I couldn't be more honest with myself. I've come this far, and I haven't regretted a single step." He continued, "You know the futures bond stock account, the number in the account has grown to the point where you are numb to it , Lost concepts, gold and silver piled up like mountains, do you have the feeling that you can't use up all the means? I throw money in every place that is not worth mentioning and insignificant, enjoying extremely luxurious places that I don't use, on the one hand I know It's worthless, I'm not really happy with it, on the other hand I take it for granted."

Rich shook his head.

"Why deny it? Most of the time that wealth brings me is the respect of others and unlimited freedom, so let it accumulate, pile up, multiply in vain until it becomes moldy, swollen, and rotten. It is the source of light for people's respect , where my conscience occasionally moves, can you deny it by shaking your head?" Atobe seemed very satisfied with this audience. "The moral bottom line, the legal bottom line; love, family, friendship, elders and juniors, bosses and subordinates, men and women, how much free space is left for people? Money is under the weight of rules. People who yearn for freedom are the most accessible climbing ladder, the best means to achieve the expansion of freedom. Human beings crazily need these rules and regulations, and need to make rules by respect, pros and cons, strength, and closeness. I accept the rules, and the rules are beyond the rules. I should refuse, and I accept it."

Speaking firmly to the end, Atobe looked suspicious.

"What's the worst? What good is good? What good is destruction?"

Fu Chiu takes off his glasses.

"What do you trade guilt for?"

"what?"

"I said, what deal did you make with him?"

"Who."

"You have no idea that the so-called god is cunning and unreliable..."

Just when Fushou thought that Atobe might be inexplicable and would not speak again, he smiled.

"Why blame him? Although the source of consumption and material desire is money, it is not because the country issued and circulated currency, but people recognize it." Atobe's dark blue eyes blinked, as if trying to see what was gradually disappearing "We asked for it, didn't we? In a way, we're pretty well served, aren't we?"

Fuchao said nothing, put the chair back in its original position and left.

……

Fushimi went back to the task force, and everyone was in their positions.

"Has the rich reward come back?"

"It's been a while since I came back, and the assigned lawyer has also arrived."

"Any new discoveries?"

"According to Fufu's instructions, find the accomplice from the source of the account, and at the same time, center on the location of the crime scene, find all the street surveillance in this area, and through analysis, find the vehicles or aircraft that were parked or passed the scene at that time, and finally found out Such an aerial video."

The image is rather blurry, only the person with Ukyo is wearing a long windbreaker, and his height and shoulder width are similar to those of men.

"Have Fu Zou seen it?"

"seen it already."

"Where is he now?"

"I went to interrogate Watanabe Ryosuke... I don't know why they took the key to the handcuffs."

Hearing this, Fushimi, based on his long-term acquaintance with Fuchao, had an intuition that this person was going to mess around.

The tip of the sterling silver knife fell into the table, and the trembling aftertaste of the blade gradually disappeared.

"Nishimoto is dead," Fucho said.

"How do you know?" Watanabe remained indifferent, "Where's the corpse?"

Fuzuo lowered his eyes, and when he looked at Watanabe again, his indifference remained the same, but there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"why are you laughing."

"Stupidity can't be bad enough. If you want to learn from wicked people to do bad things, no matter how bad you are, you still have to be smart."

Watanabe's too young eyes moved to the ground calmly, and put on a listening posture: "The content you want to introduce next, you'd better make you appear very smart."

"Before Renzu disappeared, I was accused of sexual harassment. I took the time to visit the victim. The characteristics described by that person have too much room for falsehood. If it is a false accusation, you want to make Renzu's disappearance seem to avoid incidents and avoid suspicion, but after you are arrested Immediately admitted the kidnapping, and planned to be arrested from the beginning, and exchange him for Nishimoto."

Talking like chatting, Fukuo squatted down beside the armrest of the chair that was handcuffing Watanabe's wrist, and took out the key.

"Nishiben had been accused of sexual assault before his disappearance. Do you think it was a false accusation, so you planned a false accusation demonstration before the kidnapping?"

Hearing the sound of the handcuffs falling, Watanabe tentatively moved his hands to his eyes, carefully listening to his next words.

"I tell you with certainty and take full responsibility for my conclusion: accusing your father of being a victim of sexual assault is not a false accusation. He may be your good dad, but he is also a scumbag."

Fuzuo straightened up slowly, almost watching the tears flood Watanabe's eyes with an attitude of admiration.

"So I take him as my scapegoat, and I don't care where he died... By the way, are you curious about how he died?" Fuchao pointed to the handle of the knife, "I, use it—"

It can be predicted that Watanabe picked up the knife violently regardless of Fufu's intentions to untie the handcuffs.

Fufu leaned his back against the wall, and there was no way to retreat. He watched Watanabe's extremely angry face, and tilted his head as if he felt amused. This action caused the blade to break through his skin, and the blood flowed out.

Seeing the drops of blood falling down one after another, Watanabe put aside the knife like a hot hand, backed up again and again, almost turned his back on Fuzuo, and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.

"I didn't even know I had the talent to be a psychiatrist. Your phobia of sharp objects disappeared without medicine?"

Fucho leaned sideways on the wall, the blood tended to stop automatically, but it was still flowing, dripping down at his feet.Watanabe was ashamed and frightened, and supported the edge of the table.

"You are a child who has never killed anyone before and will not kill anyone in the future. I can tell just by looking at your eyes."

"How can a person be seen through by another person? Maybe I am so stupid that I can only be kind. Don't think that I am looking for my father out of filial piety."

Fu Chou looked at him quietly.

"When we can be absolutely rational instead of compromising the status quo, who hasn't questioned how I became me? Who wants to be who I am now?"

Watanabe seemed to ask himself.

"Just now I lost control of my emotions and pointed a sharp weapon at others, just like my mother who I swore I never wanted to be. Is my soul just a rubbing of my parents? I hope not, I hope at least my soul does not depend on it." Belonging to others but belonging to myself, I want to find my father... What kind of person is he? Why does my mother hate me and say that I am more and more like him? Is it true that if my father does not disappear, I will be different... "

No one can be replaced?everyone is unique?It's just an excuse for not wanting to worry about existence.Each of us is someone else's rubbing, and we can't decide what kind of person we become-in order to deny this idea, he decided to find his father and find out what kind of person he is.

He even accepted the enemy, but he couldn't accept what Fu told him about Nishimoto's nature.

When Fushimi came to the interrogation room, someone cleaned up the blood on the scene, and Watanabe was handcuffed to the chair as it was.

Because Watanabe's defense lawyer came, Fufu turned off the surveillance at his request. There were knife marks on the table, and Tong Fufu's knife wound, but there was no trace of the murder weapon. Fufu insisted that he did it accidentally.

He opened his torn front, and there was a pool of blood on his chest and feet, and he was applying medicine to bandage himself. Fushimi didn't understand how he did it accidentally.

Before Fushimi could ask, Fukuo said, "Watanabe doesn't know where Renzu is, let him go."

The problem is that since Watanabe doesn't know where he is, and still believes that his disappearance is unassailable, maybe someone promised or revealed his status to Watanabe, and that person may be Renzuzu.

"You got the right puzzle piece, but Ann's in the wrong place. Find it from your other cases."

Watanabe said so, and then stopped talking.

"I can't let it go." Fushimi doubted Fuchou's understanding of the law. "Even if he didn't commit the crime of kidnapping, there are still identity theft, illegal border crossing, and the Asahina case."

"You Jing didn't kill him."

"Why so sure?"

Fu Chou raised his chin, the thin scab on his neck cracked, and the blood washed away the powder.

"I tried it myself."

"The artery was opened a little bit, have you thought about the consequences?" Fushimi wondered.

"I think the consequence is that there is no forcing."

"..."