An hour later, in an apartment.

"......" Hotaru fastened the button of her coat, and after tidying up, she picked up the bulging briefcase beside her, and at the same time looked at Shinichi Fujimura, who had been staring at her, with an innocent smile. So, Mr. Shinichi, I'll bring these materials back first? ”

"Well, no problem!" Shinichi Fujimura hurriedly refocused his gaze on Hotaru's face and nodded with a smile on his face. "Oh yes, remember to send the original back after making copies!"

"No problem." Hotaru said this, bowing to Shinichi Fujimura without the top button fastened, and then turned and walked in the direction of the door, leaving Shinichi Fujimura behind her with an unscrupulous gaze. "Teacher, I'll go first, goodbye!"

"Okay, come and sit whenever you have time!" When she opened the door of the apartment and stepped out, there was a voice behind her that Shinichi Fujimura was reluctant to give up.

"Boom!" With the sound of the door shut, Hotaru, who had finished collecting the data, immediately put away all the smiles on her face and took out her phone from her pocket.

[I got all the information, and by the way, I got a batch of original records at that time and rushed back immediately] - this text message was sent to Fujiwara

[Original? That guy gave you all the original scientific research? —Fujiwara

[A guy who is not wary at all, he is so excited to give a little sweetness] - Hotaru

[Come back as soon as possible, we need your information here] - Fujiwara

After seeing the text message, Hotaru showed a genuine smile, put away her phone, and left "~~~"

……

"I'm back!" Hotaru crossed her arms and held the document bag in her arms, and walked into the workshop. "Has anyone taken these documents out and analyzed them?"

"I'm finally back, just waiting for your papers." Fujiwara walked over, and after seeing Hotaru clasp the document to his chest and look at him with a subtle gaze, he immediately skillfully put his hand between the file bag and Hotaru's body, and after a bit of chasine friction, hooked the document bag out of Hotaru's arms. "That guy, I didn't fool you with fake documents, did you?"

"In principle, it's definitely possible, but can't we check these things with the boss," Hotaru immediately got serious after completing her interaction with Fujiwara. "Did you find anything over there? Didn't you ask me about that ice crevture......"

"But the relevant information still needs to be checked." Fujiwara placed the cowhide bag on the workbench next to him and picked up a brand new pair of gloves. "That guy said that ice crevasse used to be deep, right?"

"Yes, he said that the island was at a tipping point before the temperature rose rapidly, so it also had very large ice formation. But in the last 20 years, there seems to have been a very large-scale warming effect, and the ice over there has also melted quite severely. ”

"I knew that this was the case, and the schematic diagram in the book, as well as the local environment described in Shinichi Fujimura's paper on the distribution of the bones of the Franklin expedition found 20 years ago, had nothing to do with the current island." Chiba looked at the sketch in his hand and said to Fujiwara, who was rummaging through the information. "Brother, did you find it?"

"Well, I've found the duty log," Fujiwara quickly pulled up a list. "Hmm...... On the day of his disappearance, the person who worked near the ice crevasse was ...... Yoshiko Kamada, the young girl. ”

……

In the afternoon, a certain izakaya

"Well, that's probably how we were at the time," said Yoshiko Kamada, who was now middle-aged, after sketching a sketch based on her own notes. "Well, are you satisfied with this description?"

"Well, then, the area where Henry Ito was discarded was located in the area where you were searching for it, right? Are you alone? Fujiwara nodded, asking as he recorded.

"No, not strictly speaking," Yoshiko Kamada shook her head. "I was supposed to be on duty over there, but when I was going to go there, Mr. Moritomo – who was Mr. Ito's assistant – said it was dangerous over there and told me not to go yet."

"Can anyone prove it?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I didn't go there to work at the time, and I have a certificate to prove that I was actually in the camp at the time," Yoshiko Kamada suddenly smiled rather inexplicably. "Still, I hope you can keep this matter a secret."

"What certification?" Fujiwara looked at Yoshiko Kamada and seemed to sense that the other party was expressing this in such a tone, as if it meant that she was about to say something very interesting.

"I was with our university intern, Grigoryaske, who could prove that I had an alibi." Yoshiko Kamada nodded.

"Gregory?" Fujiwara was taken aback. "But according to the old ...... Gregory's own record, he must have been sleeping at the time, right? During the time you were supposed to be on duty, his own record said he was sleeping. ”

"Well, understandable, after all, if he doesn't write that he's sleeping, he'll be in trouble." Yoshiko Kamada nodded earnestly. "All in all, all I can say is that I was actually with him, and he was definitely not sleeping - of course, if I had to say that he was sleeping, I could have said that he was sleeping, and you could see what I meant?"

"......" Fujiwara certainly understood what Yoshiko Kamada meant, and then began to continue recording in a very calm manner.

……

At the same time, Gregory's office.

"Boss, are you here?" Hotaru pushed open the office door, and sure enough, he found Gregory here. "What about going to the clinic?"

"Well, this is my outpatient clinic, and considering that the patients are only crowded on the first floor, I don't think it will be possible to get to me for a while, so I don't want to see patients yet." Gregory looked at a copy of Playboy very leisurely, without even looking up at her. "What are you looking for from me, asking what happened?"

"Hmm...... To be exact, I wanted you to help me look at something," Hotaru shook her head. "We had a reconstructive wound on the anterior end of the upper right femur of the deceased, probably 2-3 years before death. As his student, do you know about some of the deep-sighted wounds he suffered? ”

"I'm a suspect, does what I'm saying make sense?" Grigory glanced at Hotaru and then looked back at the magazine.

"As long as you don't touch the remains, it's not a big problem, and those judgments you make can be considered as witness testimony, so what's the answer?" Hotaru didn't care about these rituals at all—in her mind, she had always only seen the possibility of Gregory being the murderer as a kind of respect for the case, rather than really thinking it was possible.

"That's what his assistant said was done, and it was about '72 when the teacher's assistant, Mr. Moritomo, injured him with a speargun in an accident."

"Accident?" Hotaru captures the uninvestigated aspects of Gregory's words. "Are you sure it was an accident?"

"I want to ...... No, so if we were you, we'd definitely look into it. ”