48 Hours a Day

Ameko covered the unconscious Takeda with a broken blanket in the back of the car, then thanked him and jumped out of the car under Zhang Heng's help.

“Did you say he was lying before? ”

“No, I just think there's something questionable about his story.” Zhang Heng locked the door and took the elevator with the girl to the supermarket.

“It was mainly Ghost Eye's attitude towards him that made me feel strange. If Naoto Asano really woke up in the hospital like he said, he told his uncle about his participation in the racing. It didn't make sense then that Ghost Eye would not go to him, you know that hatred was strongest when his loved ones just died. ”

“Well, maybe the Ghost Eyes didn't find him. Didn't he choose to remain anonymous after the incident? ”

“If so, how do you explain what happens six years later, the stone and the newspaper?” Zhang Hengdao, “especially that sentence above, with all due respect, it is not like a well-organized Polar Way society would adopt. ”

Ameko thought, "You seem to really be saying this, but the people who set the fire to me last night and kidnapped me were ghost eyes. ”

Zhang Heng shook his head, “Or that phrase, the group appeared too strange, now more than 20 years after that thing, why suddenly choose to start revenge at this time? Who was the mystery man who called him in advance? Ghost eyes inside? And why help? Your father was not an idiot, he should have found these problems, but his brain refused to think now, so we're the only ones who can investigate this. ”

“But we had absolutely no intercourse with those people back then.” Ameko was sad.

“No, we have a breakthrough point at the moment. If Naoto Asano wakes up from a coma and wants to see someone, the nurses and doctors around him can't know. If they can find the paramedics who rescued him that year, they can know who he was in contact with during this period.” Zhang Heng pushed a shopping cart to the shelf where the tape was placed, "but before that, we had to quiet your father down. ”

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Two people bought ten rolls of black tape, two bundles of rock climbing rope, went back to the van, tied Takeda to a solid, and Zhang Heng drove the L300 under Ameko's fingertips to an apartment building.

“This is my cousin's place, she's an air stewardess, she's flying international, she's not home all year, she left me a key to help her water the plants on the balcony, no one should be able to find it. ”

Ameko opens the door while introducing the apartment, but the furniture and appliances inside are clean and tidy.

Zhang Heng also dragged Takeda Chu from the blanket to the bed. The coma buff period of the soup bowl had passed. The latter had woken up halfway through, staring at his eyes to say what he wanted, but his mouth was sealed with tape and he could only make a woo woo.

“Even if you really want to die, give us some time. At least don't hang up so vaguely. Otherwise, Kobayashi didn't sacrifice himself for nothing. ”

Zhang Heng doesn't care if the owner of the aquaculture store can hear his dissuasion, anyway, the other party is now tied up like a pussy, even if there is no way to agree.

Ameko apologized and then went with someone to fix the owner of the aquarium shop completely to the bed with the rest of the rope and couldn't even roll. After all this, the two of them took a taxi to the Tokyo Metropolitan Library.

It is a public library located at the South Mahbu Festival in the harbour district, founded in 1973 and containing approximately 1.8 million copies of information, free of charge and open to the public, and two people came here to access reports of the incident of that year, a rather malignant social event at high speeds and reverse racing and the death of two people at all times.

Nearly all the newspapers reported on it at that time, so as soon as the dates were searched, Ameko found the doctor responsible for rescuing Naoto Asano, Sanro Kurobe, who had a brief interview with The Asahi News.

Zhang Heng retrieved the name online and found that Dr. Sanro Kurobe had left the public hospital where he was working at the time and transferred to a private hospital to become a vice president, which was a bit of a hassle. People at this level were generally busy and vigilant and not very approachable.

Ameko turned over a dozen more newspapers of the same period, including the scanned version found in the library system, and finally found something new in a local tabloid that had been discontinued, "Zhang Song, do you see how useful this is? ”

The girl gave the screen to someone beside her. Zhang Heng had not only been learning to hone her driving skills for the past nine months, the language had not been pulled down. In addition to the school curriculum, she had also grasped every minute to enhance vocabulary memory. Now she had finally received a reward. She could complete the daily communication in Japanese. As long as the newspaper was not too professional, he could also read an approximate amount.

“Morning, Rinko. Was that the nurse?” Zhang Heng was attracted to the shrewd old nurse in the newspaper.

“Yeah, she went to that hospital for thirty-two years, and it said that Naoto Asano was in serious condition when he first entered the hospital, so she was closely escorted by the most experienced person, didn't have eyes for two days and two nights, unfortunately the last person still didn't save him, but at this age... should have retired by now. ”

“Let's ask Sanro Kurobe first, and if not, find a way to find Rinko.” Zhang Heng finally slapped the boardwalk.

However, the result was unexpected. Saburo Kurobe was not very close. He was an expert in surgery in Tokyo. The contact details were publicly available on the Internet, but one of his female assistants answered the phone.

Despite the courtesy of the other party, there was no wavering insistence on an advance appointment. However, one month after Dean Sanro Kurobe's schedule, the two men tried to block people directly from the front door of the hospital where the latter now works and waited two hours to finally meet the proper owner.

But Saburo Kurobe only said he didn't remember what happened back then. After less than two words, he was a little impatient. He opened the door of the black Mercedes-Benz. “If you need anything from my assistant, I have a few friends from the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare for lunch. ”

Zhang Heng had no use for strength. Sanro Kurobe was not a small character like Takeda. If he disappeared or was forced to confess, he would soon attract the public's attention, and this guy might not really remember. Surgical experts like him sometimes had more than a dozen surgeries a day. He often got tired of having an operating table and couldn't even remember his name.

Ameko sent Mercedes-Benz away, turning to Zhang Heng, "What now? ”

“Try to see Rinko in the morning, she has been in the hospital for decades, even if she retires, someone should know where she is. ”