According to speculation, about a week had passed since Kuwahara was killed. Looking back from the day of the autopsy, the time of death was probably the 27th. From this point of view, the text message sent on the afternoon of the 27th to go home in the evening may not have been sent by Kuwahara, but by the prisoner using Kuwahara's name.
Tian Chunda believes that this text message must be carefully investigated. In order to make this key clear, it is necessary to investigate the communication department.
"His workplace is Starlight News Agency, right?" Tian Chunda asked.
"Yes." Mrs. Kuwahara replied.
"As for him spending the night out, may I ask if there is a woman with him?"
"As far as I know, he doesn't have a woman. Although he looks a bit carefree, I think it's just about appearance."
"Do you have any impression of anyone having a grudge against him?"
"No."
Mrs. Kuwahara shook her head vigorously. However, Tian Chunda did not believe her denial. Judging from the harsh tone of the text in the text message, "I never want to see your face again," there should be someone who had similar feelings of hatred toward Kuwahara from the place where the letter was sent. Perhaps the purpose of Kuwabara Tohoku's trip was to visit this person. Maybe the relationship deteriorated and the other person's feelings were hurt, which led to this text message.
"What kind of people are his friends?"
"I don't know. Because of his work, he often goes out to drink before going home, but he doesn't seem to have anyone he can call a good friend."
"What is the purpose of his trip to the Northeast?" Tian Chunda asked.
"Well, I don't know." Mrs. Kuwahara replied.
"Are you going to interview someone?"
"I don't know anything. Because he doesn't talk about work at home."
The lady may have seen through the dissatisfied expression of the detective, so she added this.
"Actually, madam, we found a text message from your husband's mobile phone. The words 'I never want to see your face again' were written in the letter."
As soon as the lady heard the hysterical content of the text message, her swollen red eyes widened with an incomprehensible expression.
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"Although I don't know what's going on, but I think this person is too rude for sending such a text message." The tone of the lady's voice became very high-pitched.
After a moment of silence, she licked her lips and spoke again.
"My husband is a headline news reporter. So he often travels to collect information, and sometimes he has to reluctantly meet with annoying people to cover news. Because this is his job, there is nothing he can do about it."
She spoke as if she was complaining, and Tian Chunda nodded in agreement.
"I think he went out this time to collect information. The person who sent this text message may have been forced to do the interview by my husband, so he may have a grudge."
If the nature of this profession is taken into consideration, it is understandable that some people would be disgusted with Kuwahara's tough attitude towards collecting materials. The person who was interviewed by Kuwahara was so angry at his stubborn approach that he felt uncomfortable if he didn't send the text message. Tian Cunda felt that he could understand this. However, even so, if the person interviewed by Kuwabara is regarded as a prisoner, the conclusion will be drawn a little too quickly. In short, the person involved must be found and the whole story must be investigated.
The question is, where did Kuwahara go and who did he look for? Judging from the lady's words, it seems that the news agency did not give a clear answer.
However, the situation has suddenly changed, and it is impossible for the news agency not to say it. The next step is to thoroughly investigate Kuwahara's daily behavior and interpersonal relationships. Tian Chunda thought about it, and after making additional inquiries, he borrowed Sang Yuan's photo and left his house.
12
It turned out that there was only Kuwahara alone in Starlight News Agency, with a desk in a large office.
Tian Chunda and his two colleagues had no choice but to ask people from other units in the office about the situation.
"Hey, Kuwahara is a freelance writer and headline news reporter. If he reads the newspaper news and finds a subject, he will go and interview it, and then sell the news to a weekly or something."
A fat, friendly middle-aged man from another company next to him said to the detectives.
"What kind of guests are there who come to visit Mr. Kuwahara?" Tian Cunda asked.
"Almost no one will come to visit him. Because the group of people who are here are here because they don't want guests to see the office as much as possible."
He smiled optimistically and cheerfully. Although he hasn't reached that age yet, he already has a mouth full of dentures.
"But..." the fat man started and then stopped.
"What?" Tian Chunda asked.
"He seemed to have written defamatory news, so a man came to the door and made a fuss. Kuwahara was even beaten. Anyway, the man was really aggressive and looked like he would not let it go. Later, we turned the man's hand back. We set it up and allowed Mr. Kuwahara to escape, so that this matter ended safely."
"When did that happen?"
"It's summer. It's probably more than June, maybe more than August."
"Twice?" He felt that this person was a little vindictive and remembered too much.
"No, after he was beaten for the first time, his pen seemed to be stronger than his violence; Mr. Kuwahara seemed to have written a strange report of revenge. After that person read it, he came to deal with it again."
"Do you remember what that person looks like?"
"He is a sporty man in his thirties. He has broad shoulders and a dark complexion. Simply put, he is the kind of man who is popular with women. I remember he had a badge on his chest, but I don't know the details..."
"Do you know his name?"
"Well, what did Kuwahara call him?"
He looked back at the table next door piled high with TV scripts. At this time, the long-faced young man with a pointed chin suddenly tilted his head and said, "There seems to be a black character."
"Oh, yes. Wu...wu...uh, I can't remember the full name, but it does have the character "wu" in it."
"What is his profession?"
"He is an office worker. Because he wears very sophisticated clothes, he must be working in a very good company."
Even if you wear nice clothes, you can't just conclude that you work for a nice company. As soon as Tian ChunDa thought this, the other party seemed to understand the meaning of his eyes, and immediately changed his words and said: "No, judging from the clothes is also risky. Mr. Kuwahara has also been wearing very gorgeous clothes recently, but in fact he is not in a very outstanding company. Take office."
"recent?"
"Yes, in the past six months, he suddenly started to dress up. It's not just clothes. For example, he used to eat a bowl of noodles for lunch, but now he has more, and the quality of cigarettes he smokes has also improved. Everything has become more luxurious. .”
"Did his workload increase? Did his income increase..."
"No, he became idle instead. He wore his hat tilted back, put his feet up on the table, and was still playing around, pretending to be a newspaper reporter who appeared in American movies. I think he must have caught some kind of cash cow. Alright."
The smile on the fat man's face disappeared, and he said in a serious tone. If it is true as he said, it can be speculated that Kuwahara went to blackmail others.
"When was the last time you saw Mr. Kuwahara?"
"I remember this very clearly. It was the evening of the 26th. It was about five o'clock."
"Kuwahara took the train that night to go to the provincial capital on a business trip. Did he say who he was going to visit?"
"Well, I haven't heard of it. Maybe it's because the industry of headline news reporters is very competitive. He never talks openly; when he travels, he never mentions the destination. So, Even if his wife calls and asks, she can only answer to this extent."
The fat man suddenly stopped talking and twisted his thick neck to look around the tables.
"Has anyone heard about this? These two are detectives."
Tian Chunda nodded gently again and looked at everyone's faces. There were about three people who looked curious, but one of them, a short man smoking, rolled his eyes mercilessly and ignored them when he heard he was a detective.
"No one seems to have heard of it."
"That's it... Kuwahara, he was supposed to take the train back on the 27th the next day, but he disappeared after getting off the train and did not return home. I'm afraid he spent the night at the prisoner's house. The next day He was taken out and killed. This is the view of the police. Do you have any clues about his friends? Judging from the fact that he can spend the night there peacefully, I think the man on the other side should be Kuwahara's friend. That's right...if I can get your full help, I can get very powerful reference information on the progress of the investigation."
