Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 250 This chapter number is not very auspicious Yazi
Maybe it was to cultivate the children's hands-on ability, or maybe it was because they expected that there would be children like Shota Yamanaka who made up diaries.

In short, their teacher requires that every time they write a diary, they should try their best to collect objects or photos that fit the content, and hold a small holiday exhibition at the beginning of school.

"Shells, lilies, shells, shells, crabs, conch, colorful black sea sand, what kind of magical color is this... shells, rocks, stone oysters..."

Bai Shu read and memorized, and after flipping through it, he thought about it for a while, and then crossed out the crab in his mind.

This must not be taken, even if he can catch it, it will definitely smell bad if he takes it to school, so let's take a photo to deal with it.

After relieving some workload without authorization, Bai Shu put down the diary, went to the room, and was about to pack his luggage.

But at this moment, his gaze inadvertently swept across the computer in the corner of the room.

Bai Shu paused, a small light bulb flashed in his mind, and suddenly thought of something.

He walked over hopefully, turned on the phone, opened the webpage, and searched for seafood.

It's a pity that there is very little news about this. Most of them are introductions to scenic spots and breeding bases. There is no online shopping that he wants, and there is no door-to-door service.

The stay-at-home shopping plan has failed.

Bai Shu lay down in front of the table and sighed.Thinking about it, too, if it could be solved by going online, that brat whose brain circuit is so strange that he wants to hire a detective to help him with his homework must have placed an order a long time ago.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as lying down and earning commission fees... Bai Shu walked back to the coffee table with great regret, took out those ziplock bags from the information bag and packed them, so he could only collect them by himself.

The things in the diary can basically be found at the seaside. The theme of Shota Yamanaka’s diary is also the trip to Izu Beach.

Moreover, this child has a good memory, and he can even describe the specific place where he saw them, which saved Bai Shu a lot of trouble.

Bai Shu took out a suit of clothes suitable for wearing at the seaside, and dug out a camera from the debris pile. Finally, he sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and fully charged himself with Feizhai Happy Water.

Finally everything was ready, and when I plucked up the courage to go out, when I went downstairs, I suddenly found that the sunset had already sunk into the sky.

Bai Shu hesitated and stopped:

"Starting from this point, it's late at night when we arrive at the place. Although it's not too late to find things at night, it's really more fun to find things slowly while basking in the sun during the day."

Bai Shu set up a pergola with his hands, looked at the sun that was no longer glaring on the horizon, and made a decision in an instant, "I'll go tomorrow, anyway, I just need to get something before school starts."

Convincing himself, he headed home, unpacked his gear, and had a happy weekend with no one at home.

The next day, Bai Shu reluctantly got up at eight o'clock. He sat up and opened his eyes, only to see that the sky outside the window was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and the raindrops were crackling on the window sill.

Immediately he relaxed again, lay back, and after taking a nap for half an hour, he stretched out his hand to touch a radio and pressed it to listen to the weather forecast.

Through this, Bai Shu learned that there is rain in Tokyo today, but no rain in Izu.

And tomorrow will be even happier, there is no rain in Tokyo, and there is no rain in Izu.

God will.

I'll go again tomorrow, anyway, that kid won't start school until the day after tomorrow.

In this way, it was delayed until the third day, and Bai Shu finally stepped out of the house in the sunny weather with the packed equipment on his back.

……

It is the peak tourist season, and the Izu platform is very crowded with people coming and going.

Bai Shu got off the tram, stood on the platform halfway up the mountain, and looked around.

Down, you can see the soft sandy beach and clear sea water in the distance, and up, there is a quiet and lush forest.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to pick up the leaves and flowers Shota Yamanaka wanted first, and then deal with the wet shells on the beach.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the beach in the distance, the woods are extraordinarily quiet.

There are two trails leading out from the platform, one to the coast and one to the sea cliff.

Bai Shu didn't go either way, he picked a direction where the bushes were not too dense, stepped on the thick fallen leaves under his feet, and turned into the woods.

After walking a long distance, he finally found the kind of flower he was looking for under the tree. Just as Bai Shu was about to pick it, he suddenly felt something and stopped.

After a while, he took off the bag on his back, took out a notebook made of ordinary material from it, and opened it to the first page.

Four words, "Saito Akiko" were impressively printed on the white and yellow paper.

The color of the four characters is strange, like a blood red that gradually fades from top to bottom. This color represents a wandering soul that has been dead for a short period of time.

"...", Bai Shu immediately recalled Conan's movements reflexively, and only then remembered that a few days ago, Xiaolan said that he would take him out to play.

Did they come to the beach too?No wonder there is no one in the detective agency...

There are so many cases that happened by the sea, Bai Shu walked in the direction of the soul while doing the elimination method in his mind.

Stepping on the rustling fallen leaves, he walked forward along the tram track that went deep into the forest. After walking about one stop, Baishu stopped and looked at the open space ahead.

It was also covered tightly with brown and green leaves.But unlike other places, the "brown" there is not just the color of the leaves after they dry up and decay naturally.

Rather, it resembles the traces left after the blood dries up.

No, what is resemblance, this is obviously it.

Around the bloodstains, the ground was very messy, and a 1x2 meter depression could be vaguely seen, as if someone had been lying there struggling violently, thus disturbing the natural terrain created by the layers of branches and leaves.

Bai Shu stared at the ground for a while, then suddenly approached, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to fish out the dead branches and rotten leaves—a soul that flattened and elongated itself, clinging to the ground, just like that. Pulled out by the arm.

Judging from the hairstyle, this seems to be a female soul.As soon as it was pulled out, it began to scream, as if it had been greatly frightened, but the instinct of fearing death prevented her from struggling.

Bai Shu frowned and looked at this strangely shaped soul, couldn't help but rolled her into a ball, squeezed her in his hands and rubbed her, and re-patted her into a three-headed body that fit his aesthetics.

Only then did he stretch his brows and let go of his hands, "Stop howling, the person who killed you has already left."

"...", upon hearing this sentence, Soul's cry gradually became smaller.

Hugging herself tightly, and sitting on the ground with sobs for a while, she finally came back to her senses, swooped over and hugged Bai Shu's shoes, "My lord, I'm so wronged! I didn't do anything bad! But that dog man……"

Bai Shu responded perfunctorily, expressing that he was listening, and at the same time he tore the soul from himself, and glanced at her memories before death.

The woman's death time is in the middle of the night.

The moon was light and the stars were sparse, and a man whose whole body was hidden in the darkness was riding on her, pinching her neck, and the dagger in his hand reflected the faint moonlight.

Raising the knife in his hand, the dagger stabbed hard into her abdomen, stirring constantly.After consciously being stabbed dozens of times, the woman was finally unable to struggle.

With tears of horror all over her face, she died in this seldom-visited place.

(End of this chapter)