JimmieSears JimmieSears's blog : The Summer When Sunflowers don't Blossom _ Hidesuke Michio

Officer Ban Dong smiled and said, "Seven years ago, there was a murder case in Mount Tenming, Aomori Prefecture. The deceased was a 21-year-old young woman named Lunzi Aoyama.". She was three months pregnant at the time. After investigation, her boyfriend resigned after her death and his whereabouts were unknown. Two years ago, in Aomori Prefecture, Masako, the wife of a big securities dealer, was hanged in the woods. After investigation, Masako had an affair behind her husband's back. She lent a lot of money to someone. So although we found a suicide note, we think she was killed by someone. Fukuchi Fujiko smiled contemptuously. "So?" Officer Ban Dong suddenly became serious: "The suspect involved in these two cases is.." "Mr. Sayama?" Fukuchi Fujiko took over the words. Yes, and the victim in this case.. "I know that Sachiko is Mr. Sayama's fiancee." Fukuchi Fujiko smiled. "What does that mean?" "I wonder if Mr. Sayama was really in the manager's office at 7:20 on the day of the crime?" Officer Ban Dong asked. In the manager's office with me, as I have said many times. Miss Fudi, what I want to say to you now is that as a woman,long span shelving, it is better to live with dignity. Sachiko Edamura is the best example. We'll take our leave. Officer Ban Dong waved to the officer who came with him. As soon as the picture turned, Fujiko was the only one left beside the table. She stood up and murmured: "Women's things, what's the use of that kind of thing?" "Enough!" Mr. S's voice pulled my mind out of the TV. What's the matter? I looked at the mouth of the bottle in amazement. Enough, enough. Let's go quickly. Mei Xiang is waiting for us. Mr. S's voice was like fear and begging. I nodded, glanced at the back of the blessed land in the TV,Narrow aisle rack, and turned to look for Mei Xiang. www.xiaoshuotxt.com The way home Txt + ~ Xiao < Shuo + Tian > Tang I didn't mention anything to Mika about what we saw at Mr. Iwamura's house. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon when we got back to the n station. Mei Xiang said she was hungry, so I went to the barbecue shop next to the taxi pick-up point, handed the uncle in the shop 160 yen, and bought scallion tuna and roast cartilage. Don't you want to go somewhere else? Mr. S, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said weakly. Let's go to that park. I've been there before during the sketching activities. There is a gentle uphill in the opposite direction of the station, and halfway there is the big park. We don't know what the park is called, but we call it "Jr park". From there, you can see the station and the surrounding streets. This spring, the whole class held a sketch meeting there. At that time, heavy duty warehouse rack ,Narrow aisle rack, I drew the artificial river flowing through one end of the park. I still remember that I drew the figure of Sumida by the river where there was no one, and was greatly laughed at by Ibizer and Hachioka. I bought a coke from the vending machine next to the entrance. There is only one ten-yen coin left in the wallet. We came to the observation platform, where there was no one. I opened the coke, and the moment the sweet and cold coke flowed into my throat, I felt my limbs regain their strength. I burped and let Mei Xiang taste it, too. Mei Xiang said she wouldn't drink it. Ah, yes. This is a carbonated drink. Mei Xiang and I sat on a bench and ate a skewer. Mr. S said nothing in the bottle. It's also very special. I deliberately said in a natural tone, but Mr. S did not answer. I looked up as I nibbled on the onion, and the block we lived in spread out in front of me, and I could see the lonely mountains in the distance. The cumulonimbus clouds seen this morning have now disappeared, turning into tiny clouds that fill half the sky. Maybe it will rain tomorrow. Mr. Dov, can we talk alone? Mr. S suddenly whispered. Before I answered, I glanced at Mei Xiang. Mei Xiang's mouth was still stuffed with chicken, and she only said, "Yes." At the front of Prospect Square, Mei Xiang has been looking at the scenery. Mr. S and I talked while watching Mei Xiang's back. I was sitting on the left side of the bench, and Mr. S was on the right. Do you know what the one you saw at Mr. Iwamura's house is? Mr. Dov? "I don't quite understand." I'm telling the truth. Mr. S smiled slightly. Indeed, some people like that. That, uh, that's-that's not quite like a normal person. Does Mr. S like it, too? Me? How is that possible? Mr. S's tone seemed to spit out something dirty. I was cheated by Mr. Iwamura. The first time he asked me to take off my clothes in the dressing room, I was very reluctant and embarrassed. But Mr. Iwamura said it was a happy thing. He also said that although he could not feel anything now, he would gradually feel happy in the future. So I gradually believed it. Mr. S continued in a flat voice without cadence. You know, I don't have any friends, I don't have a father. So, Mr. Iwamura is good to me, and I am very happy. If he had asked me not to say anything about it, I would never have said anything. Because I don't want to upset him. Now that I think about it, Mr. Iwamura chose me because he saw my idea. Mr. Dov, he didn't let you do that, did he? I shook my head. I didn't see the end of the videotape, so I don't know what Mr. S meant by "that kind of thing". I can only imagine. That kind of perverted hobby to a certain extent will have a murderous heart? Or are you afraid that one day I'll tell someone and kill me. For Mr. S's words,radio shuttle racking, I can only nod in silence. On the high platform, the cool breeze is blowing. Silence for a while, Mr. S suddenly said: "I must apologize to you." Apologize? Why are you apologizing? 。 omracking.com

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