Super Red Packet

Chapter 398 Fujimoto Saburo Was Murdered
"Fujimoto Saburo?" Meng Xiaoben felt that this name had something to do with Fujimoto Hashiji.

"He's my younger brother, and he's farming there for a living. When you find him, he'll pick a leaf and give it to you. When you get the leaf, leave there immediately. Remember, don't take pictures or tell outsiders, Even the princess, don't mention this address."

As Fujimoto Hashiji said, he opened a file on the computer, pointed to a place name on it and said, "Keep it in your heart, don't write it down on paper."

Meng Xiaoben silently wrote down the place name: Sanchou Village, Bantian District, Jinkai Road.

"Well, you have to go there in a hurry, and it may be too late." Fujimoto Hashiji said.

Meng Xiaoben bid farewell to Fujimoto Bridge II in a hurry, and called Ouyang Hanqiao on the way, saying that he was going out of town for business and would be back in a few days.

Ouyang Han happened to ask him where he was going, but Meng Xiaoben didn't answer, so he hung up the phone.

Meng Xiaoben was at Jingxi Railway Station, and took the Shinkansen high-speed train to Jinkaido.

The high-speed train with a speed of 250 kilometers per hour drove for more than an hour and got off at Xiaosakahara City.Then take an ordinary train to Bantian District Railway Station.

After getting off the train, here is the countryside, a farmhouse scene.Everywhere is very clean and there is no noise. The fields are filled with the fragrance of flowers. There are rice transplanters planting rice in the fields, making the sound of "chug-chug" motors. Working in the fields, and in the distance, there are many mountains, endless in the sky.

According to Fujimoto Hashiji's instructions, Meng Xiaoben did not take the local bus, but rented a motorcycle in a hotel.

Meng Xiaoben rode a motorcycle and drove on the mountain road for about half an hour.

The mountains on both sides are getting higher and higher, the roads are getting more and more difficult to walk, and there are fewer and fewer people on the roadside.Finally, he found a small village at the foot of a high mountain.

On the side of the road at the entrance of the village, there is a big wooden sign with the words "Sanchou Village" written on it.

Finally found Sanchou Village.Meng Xiaoben breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly rode his motorcycle into the village.

There are about a dozen families in the village, and flowers are planted in front of each house. There are many plastic and glass greenhouses by the river at the head of the village. It can be seen from the outside that various flowers are planted in the greenhouses.It turned out that the farmers here depended on cultivating flowers for a living.There were two large trucks parked outside the shed, and some farmers moved baskets of fresh flowers out of the shed and loaded them on the trucks.

Meng Xiaoben walked over and greeted the flower farmer in English.

When the man saw a stranger coming, he stopped what he was doing, shook hands with Meng Xiaoben, and asked him in English what help he needed.
Meng Xiaoben said: "I am a student of Professor Fujimoto Hashiji, and the professor asked me to bring something for my brother Fujimoto Saburo."

When the flower farmer heard this, he was a little stunned. He rubbed his apron with his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, you are also looking for Saburo Fujimoto. Just at noon, someone from Jingxi also came to look for him. I guess he is still at home right now." .”

"Where is his house? Show me!" Meng Xiaoben asked.

The flower farmer pointed to the hillside and said, "Look, beside the maple forest, is there a house with a fence? By the way, that's the home of Saburo Fujimoto. Go there, the maple syrup made by Mr. Fujimoto is delicious. Woolen cloth."

Meng Xiaoben bid farewell to the flower farmer, and walked quickly to the house along the rugged path on the hillside.

He walked about 200 meters on the path and came to the house.

The house is fenced around and has a boarded gate.Meng Xiaoben knocked on the door and shouted, "Is Mr. Fujimoto there?"

There was no reply from inside, so Meng Xiaoben called out twice, and raised his voice: "Is Mr. Fujimoto Saburo at home? Is Mr. Fujimoto at home?"

Still no reply,

Meng Xiaoben pushed the wooden door. The wooden door was ajar and not locked. With a light push, the door opened.

After entering the yard, Meng Xiaoben suddenly felt an ominous omen, and there seemed to be a smell of blood in the air.

He walked slowly to the door.The door was wide open, and Meng Xiaoben yelled into the house twice: "Is Mr. Fujimoto there? Is there anyone at home?"

But still no reply.

Meng Xiaoben walked into the house slowly.

The house is very big, with many rooms, and all kinds of flowers are placed in the rooms, which are actually greenhouses one by one.

Meng Xiaoben searched every room, and everything in the house was not messy, and it was arranged in an orderly manner, as if the owner had just left.

After checking the rooms on the first floor, Meng Xiaoben walked slowly up the escalator to the second floor.

I just walked up to the second floor and saw a terrifying scene: an old man in his 70s was lying motionless on the floor.A pair of large scissors was stuck in his chest, a large pool of blood was dripping from his body, and the clothes on his chest were soaked in blood.

Meng Xiaoben walked over slowly, checked the blood on the ground and on his clothes, and found that the blood was almost solidified. It seemed that this person had been dead for several hours.

Meng Xiaoben looked at this person's face, this person looks exactly like Professor Fujimoto Hashiji, it seems that he must be Fujimoto Saburo.

Meng Xiaoben's heart suddenly became tense, and the ominous premonition in his heart was now verified: someone rushed to kill Mr. Fujimoto Saburo before Meng Xiaoben.There is no doubt that the murderer came rushing to the mandala.

Meng Xiaoben searched everywhere, and finally found two large flowerpots in front of a window in the attic.The soil in the big flower pot still exists, but there are no flowers and plants. Obviously, the grass in the flower branch has just been pulled out, because the soil has traces of pulling out the roots of the flowers.

It's over, it looks like the murderer stole the mandala.

Meng Xiaoben was one step late.

Meng Xiaoben walked up to Mr. Fujimoto, stared silently for a long time, mourning for him in his heart.

Seeing that one of Mr. Fujimoto's eyes was open, he bent down slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently closed his eyes.

He took two steps back, bowed deeply three times, and said sadly: "Mr. Fujimoto, I'm sorry! Those people I attracted killed you. But please rest in peace, I will avenge you. There is an old saying in Huaguo, The blood debt must be paid with blood. I will make those who killed you shed ten times as much blood."

Meng Xiaoben took out a blanket from the room, covered Mr. Fujimoto gently, and then walked downstairs slowly.

Meng Xiaoben returned to the shed.The flower farmer was still loading flowers into the car, and when he saw Meng Xiaoben coming back sullenly, he hurriedly asked, "Didn't you find Mr. Fujimoto?"

Meng Xiaoben replied silently: "We found him, but he is already dead."

"He's dead?" The flower farmer dropped the flower basket in his hand to the ground. "How could he be dead? He was still talking to me this morning!"

"He is really dead and killed, you should report to the police immediately!"

Ten minutes later, the police arrived.

The police checked the body of Mr. Fujimoto and confirmed that Saburo Fujimoto died four hours ago and had nothing to do with Meng Xiaoben.

Meng Xiaoben made a simple statement at the police station, and then left on a motorcycle.

(End of this chapter)