Detective: I, the god of reasoning!

The environment of the soup house is elegant and chic, which is a common Japanese style. At the entrance is a reception desk, all made of hollow wood carvings, which are very delicate and delicate.

Under the leadership of Kitahara Sosuke, Fu Xiangjing and others were unimpeded.

The long wooden corridor is lined with vigorous pines and cypresses, and the ground is paved with white stones. The rockeries next to it are scattered and reflect the green trees.

The more I walked in, the heavier the heat, and from a long distance I heard the sound of running water in the wooden house in the distance.

"Fu Jun, the boss is inside." Kitahara Sosuke bent down and respectfully made a "please" gesture: "You please." "

See this scene.

Noda Hao's eyebrow bone jumped suddenly.

Sosuke Kitahara, who is in full swing, is a well-known black state member in the island country. As a confidant of Watanabe Masaru, his status is quite respected.

Now this figure who is enough to be called a "big guy" is so humble and respectful to Fu Xiang.

Noda Hao turned the folding fan in his hand, his eyes full of surprise and pride. Unexpectedly, he did not expect Black Dragon to be so polite, and he was proud that he was about to become a member of the F Detective Agency.

Between thoughts.

Fu Xiangxian had already stepped in.

As the door was pushed open, billowing hot air evaporated. Behind the door is a gorgeous and elegant soup house, where two clear hot springs sit symmetrically.

There are dozens of old men soaking in the hot spring pool, all of whom look to be around sixty years old. They were covered with vicious tattoos, and the scars loomed in the hot mist.

"This..." Seeing this scene, Tang Ren was stunned: "Are they trying to invite us to take a bubble bath?" Noda Hao, do you entertain guests like this in winter Kyoto? "

Noda Hao's eyes were slightly embarrassed, and he explained in a low voice: "How can the Black Dragon Society be the same as our orthodox family?" Their own style of acting is very rough, not at all refined and elegant. "

With a few people coming in, the eyes of these old men subconsciously looked over.

Fu Xiang was dressed in a black light trench coat, and his face remained unchanged and he continued to move forward, as if he did not pay attention to these people at all.

Sosuke Kitahara was secretly frightened. Since coming in, Fu Xiangxian has not squinted, and everything around him does not seem to be attractive to him.

Kitahara Sosuke once again sighed for the young man's strong determination.

At the end of this soup house, there is also a door, and Masaru Watanabe is behind that door.

Fu Xiangxiang was too lazy to stay here, and he was not interested in watching this group of big men take a bath. With brisk steps, he pushed open the second door directly.

"Bang dang!!"

The sound of pushing the door sounded, suddenly alarming the person behind the door.

The pattern behind the door is similar to the pattern outside, with fishtail curved hot springs on both sides, and about a dozen big men soaking inside. In the center, there is a round pond, in which one person sits alone.

That person was Masaru Watanabe.

Seeing Fu Xiangxiang come in, Watanabe Sheng's eyes were outstanding: "You are the rumored Fu Xiangxiang?" "

Fu Xiangjing glanced around, his face calm: "I only ask you one question, what happened that night." I don't have much time, if you want to get away with it, say it as soon as possible. "

As soon as these words came out.

The people around suddenly brushed their heads towards Fu Xiang.

This young but famous detective actually has such an attitude towards their boss? It's a bit arrogant!

Watanabe Masaru did not speak, his old but godly eyes stared at Fu Longing unexpectedly.

Fu Xiang's posture was tall, and he also looked at him expressionlessly.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Tang Ren clapped his hands and grinned, "Don't look at us like that!" The beautiful pattern is tattooed on the body, and the applause is given to the people of society. You guys are really awesome! "

Silent.

No one took care of Tang Ren.

Tang Ren was suddenly speechless: "It seems that this group of people can only mix in Dongjing, and they don't understand Chinese one by one." But why are they all a bunch of old men? Doesn't it mean the Black Bang? How is it similar to a nursing home for the elderly? "

Qin Feng explained in a low voice, "You... You talk less. The island country's explosive gangs are aging seriously, and young people are reluctant to join the association. "

"Just this group of old men, they still have to fight with axes every day?" Tang Ren sighed, but saw that Fu Xiangjing and Watanabe Sheng were still looking at each other in silence.

The two of them did not say anything, and no one dared to say anything in the entire soup house.

Tang Ren couldn't help but run to Fu Xiangxian and whispered, "Old Fu, it's a little bad!" Look at this old man, Yintang hanging needles and rape doors, eyes with fierce chaos. Thin lips, short ears, dark face, absolutely authentic murderer. "

Seeing the leader of the black state of the island country, he even dared to jump up and down. Seeing Tang Ren like this, even Noda Hao was a little helpless, and he couldn't wait to cover Tang Ren's mouth.

If Fu Xiangxian spoke, indifference and poisonous tongue ended the topic.

Then every time Tang Ren spoke, it was a swish that made people want to beat him.

As Tang Ren's voice landed, the atmosphere of the entire soup house became even more strange and silent.

In the end, it was Watanabe Masaru who spoke first.

He clapped his hands, his expression full of appreciation: "Sure enough, the hero is a teenager." Fu Jun, in my territory you are so calm, indifferent and arrogant. It really impressed me, and I deserved to be a person respected even by Wu Zhiyuan. "

The voice landed.

Watanabe Masaru glanced at Kitahara Sosuke: "Show Fu Jun a seat." "

Everyone quickly sat down, and Kitahara Sosuke handed Qin Feng and Tang Ren the simultaneous interpreter. Wearing this in your ear will automatically translate the other person's language for better communication.

Watanabe Masaru also came out of the hot spring, he put on his clothes and sat across from everyone, his face a little haggard.

"Fu Jun, I know your name and trust your ability. So, I'm straight to the point. "

Fu Xiangjing nodded slightly.

Watanabe Masaru had a respectful attitude: "Presumably Noda Hao has already told you about the case, and now I am regarded as the biggest suspect." A week later is the time of the trial, during which the killer must be caught. If you have anything you want to ask, just ask me. "

Fu Xiangjing sat on the opposite side with a faint expression: "I already asked you just now, what happened that night." I hope you don't hide it, otherwise I suggest you go straight to jail. "

The most complicated aspect of this case is that there were only two people in the room at the time.

As one of the parties, Fu Xiangjing must know the specific situation of that night.

The reason why he is so tough is not deliberately provocative. Instead, I want to put some psychological pressure on Watanabe Katsu.

The psychology of a black state boss like Watanabe Masaru is mostly a little rebellious and weird. They will appreciate people who are as belliable and proud as they are.

Fu longing became more and more arrogant, arrogant, and arbitrary. Watanabe Masaru will feel that he is not to be underestimated.

Of course.

The premise is that there must be proud, unbridled capital.

Really.

Watanabe Masaru's expression became serious: "Fu Jun, in fact, I don't have any impression of the situation that night. "

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