Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 693 The truth behind the accident

Baijiu swallowed his saliva, thinking about how to express it completely.

"The problem is that Mr. Sano's situation is a little different. This injury is a bit old, judging by the recovery of the surrounding tissue."

"This is an injury from thirty days ago."

"Thirty days ago?!" The lady was shocked.

"The artery had already ruptured thirty days before the accident. Metaphorically speaking, it was just a piece of skin after that."

"The artery eventually ruptured, causing a subarachnoid hemorrhage while he was driving, and that's the truth of the accident..."

In other words, he has been suffering in silence.

"Because this cannot be seen on the CT images, we cannot hold the hospital responsible. This is because the injury occurred before the accident..."

"So, it has nothing to do with the motorcycle shop."

"The question now is what caused the damage to the vertebral artery thirty days before Mr. Sano's accidental death."

"What exactly happened?" Baijiu asked in a soft voice.

"Thirty days ago..." the lady recalled.

"Mrs. Kanako, this is a photo of Mr. Sano's elbow." Baijiu held the photo in front of her:

"Under the new wound, there are traces of scabs, which may be the scars caused at that time."

"I...I remember." The lady choked.

"One day he came home from get off work covered in blood. I asked him what happened and he told me calmly and easily."

'I slipped while riding my motorcycle and fell.'

"I said at the time, you were not driving while fatigued."

"Because of that accident, he......"

The lawyer continued along with her words: "If it was fatigue driving, then it was a traffic accident death caused by overwork."

"We're back to the same place again..." Baijiu bit his lip.

"Let's go to court." The lady tried hard to hold back her tears.

"Mom! Look!" Her little daughter drove over excitedly.

The lady smiled and said, "Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Baijiu asked in a low voice: "Can we win?"

The lawyer took a long breath and frowned: "To be honest, it was a traffic accident death caused by overwork."

"It's the kind of death from overwork that is hard to admit."

"There have been very few precedents in the past, and this time the accident happened under the premise of banning motorcycle commuting."

"As long as the company claims that his route is not a commute, the company's explanation is likely to be accepted."

"What about other places?" Baijiu continued.

"For example, go to the Labor Bureau for arbitration."

“It’s not that simple.”

After the lady settled the child, she returned to the living room and bowed deeply to them: "Thank you so much this time!"

"That's enough. Even if he gets compensation, he won't be able to come back."

The lawyer hurriedly stopped her from thinking this way: "It is precisely because Mr. Sano can't come back that compensation is needed, Madam!"

"You still have two children to support, you must persevere, for the sake of the children and for yourself."

The lady lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "But if this goes to court, he will be discredited."

“In that case…” Madam wiped away her tears and smiled bitterly: “Ayou is really too pitiful.”

"What's wrong with Ayou?" Baijiu asked.

The lady slowly opened the drawer and placed the sealed letter on the table:

"I found this in the trash can. The title is... Dreams of the Future. The content inside is -"

“I don’t want to be like my father.”

Madame said sadly, "He used to love dad the most."

"I'm so unwilling..." The lawyer narrowed his eyes: "It's obviously the company's fault."

"Is there no way to get compensation faster?"

Baijiu calmed the anger in his heart: "Mrs. Kanako, do you remember the specific day when the accident happened?"

“Whether or not we need to take this to court, our institute still needs to investigate when the accident occurred.”

"And the specific circumstances of the death."

The lady looked up, suppressed her tears, patted her forehead, and calmed herself down: "That day..."

"Dinner is fried noodles, because Ayou pestered me to eat it."

"That day is the day of the sacrifice."

Baijiu immediately called the man who made the anonymous report.

"Are you talking about the festival in Nishi Musashino City?" the man recalled.

"I seem to remember it was the day of the fireworks."

"The president called us suddenly and asked us to send a box of cakes over."

"He needed it for his party, so the factory manager took the initiative to take the responsibility and was ready to go and deliver it himself, but Mr. Sano took it over."

Baijiu asked, "Mr. Sano told the president himself that he would deliver it on a motorcycle, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, thank you!"

The lawyer breathed a sigh of relief: "Now I can claim compensation from the company as an accident at work."

Return to the institute.

"As long as we can find where the accident happened, and there are witnesses or surveillance, we can prove the authenticity of the accident."

Shuqi asked, "In which apartment did the president hold the party?"

Baijiu shook his head, in distress: "I don't know about that, only Mr. Sano heard the address."

Xiao Cheng added: "I looked on the president's Facebook, but didn't find any clues."

Shuqi chose to use the most straightforward method: "Then why don't we just ask the president directly? Isn't this the easiest way to save effort?"

Baijiu ate potato chips in big mouthfuls: "The section chief called."

"But the other party was very alert and didn't ask anything."

"Nothing works..." The room fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Baijiu's mind.

"Got it." He held the photo in his hand.

Baijiu hurriedly took out a piece of paper and a pen: "Mr. Sano's wound from thirty days ago, just investigate the composition of asphalt and gravel in this scar."

"Can we determine the location now?"

"He's taken a shower." Shuqi tilted her head.

"Yes, oops." Baijiu held his head with both hands: "How could I forget this? I am so confused..."

"Wait!" Xiao Cheng raised his hand: "I have an idea!"

“Although there is no trace of it on the body, there may still be traces of scratches on the motorcycle.”

Baijiu's eyes suddenly became bright and clear, and he excitedly stroked Xiaocheng's fragrant hair: "Yes! Motorcycle! Why didn't I think of it!"

He touched my head! He touched my head!

Xiao Cheng was secretly delighted, at least the part that the white wine had just touched wouldn't need to be washed for three days.

"Is that so..." Xiao Cheng suppressed his pounding heart and pretended to be calm, "I think it's better to ask."

"That's right! Let's take action now!"