This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The smell of blood in the room made people frown.

Beichuan Temple did not move the body.

It would be a lot of trouble to touch the corpse without authorization and leave some marks on him.

He walked back and forth gently, scanning the corpse.

There was a gap in the throat, which should have left a fatal wound with a single blow, and then he covered the dying Sato's mouth with his hand, restraining his actions and preventing him from making any movement.

The **** handprints on the tatami are scattered, and there seems to be grass clippings in the tatami in the nails of the deceased. He should have struggled a little before his death, but it is not very useful.

Beichuan Temple pulled the temples that fell on his forehead, and his thoughts collided.

The murderer should be the woman Ryo Sato brought home last night.

But why can a woman simply subdue Ryo Sato? Can he even make him unable to make any movement? Even the neighbor next to him didn't respond?

"Are acquaintances committing crimes?" Beichuan Temple looked deep and finally came to a conclusion.

Only acquaintances commit crimes can Sato Ryo leave his back to the opponent unsuspectingly.

And the other party is still female

Beichuan Temple secretly touched his heart.

Sakura Yuki is also a female, maybe it is also related to this case?

If it's Sakura Yuxi

Beichuan Temple put on his shoes and walked out of the house, looking to one side and shivering, the middle-aged man who looked at him like a ghost and asked:

"Did you hear anything from Room 265 last night?"

"I didn't hear, I didn't hear! I don't know anything!"

The middle-aged man was obviously frightened, and Beichuan Temple shook his head frantically as soon as he spoke.

"" Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple raised his hand blankly and gave him a slap, and asked coldly:

"Are you awake?"

Uh

The middle-aged man was slapped by the slap of Beichuan Temple and took a breath, and then he came back to his senses.

He looked at Beichuan Temple tremblingly, and then nodded gently.

"Did you hear anything from Room 265 last night?" Beichuan Temple asked again.

"I really didn't hear anything. There was a sound of opening the door in the middle or halfway." The middle-aged man covered his face. After he recovered, he felt the strength of Beichuan Temple's hand just now.

But he didn't dare to resist the young man in front of him for some reason, so he could only answer with aggrieved face and bowed head.

"A voice rang midway?"

"Yeah, because the noise of the security door has always been loud, I even went to the balcony to scold that guy Sato. Then I fell asleep, and today, I came out and complained twice about you, and it was gone. "The middle-aged tall man said aggrievedly.

Middle-aged tall men should not lie.

His deceptive and fearful character should not dare to kill Sato.

While thinking at Beichuan Temple, the middle-aged tall man just wanted to raise his head and say something, but he just happened to see the little puppet lying on the shoulder of Beichuan Temple.

The muppet's mouth was randomly stitched with a red cross, and the hideous patch was still on his body. From his perspective, the sense of incongruity made him feel uncomfortable.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the middle-aged man seems to feel that little puppet is watching him

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man, the little puppet, who had been lying quietly, had his eyes moved, and the eyes that looked like living creatures turned to look directly at him!

"It moved!!" The middle-aged man who was already terrified in his heart screamed. He stretched out his hand to tremble violently and pointed at Beichuan Temple like epilepsy. The whole person was still spitting, almost scared to pee.

Moved?

Beichuan Temple thoughtfully glanced at the pitiful Nishikujo who emerged from the scarf, pressed her back blankly, and said calmly:

"You are dazzled."

After saying this, Beichuan Temple didn't care about the middle-aged man who was still mumbling "The puppet moved, the puppet moved" in his mouth, and looked at the landlord of Xie Ding glasses behind him.

"Little brother, you have already called the police, right?" The landlord Xie Ding had just finished vomiting at this time, and finally asked when he touched it from the ground.

"Almost almost here."

Beichuan Temple nodded.

The police should be coming soon. He estimated that he would spend a whole day in the police station for the process of transcript interrogation.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple couldn't help shaking his head again.

I hope it won't be too long in the end.

He really doesn't have much time to waste

The next process is very simple.

Beichuan Temple followed the police who rushed to the scene back to the police station, and the tenants of that dilapidated apartment were naturally taken with them.

Perhaps because of Yoshiko Okano’s greeting, Beichuan Temple only walked through the interrogation transcript and was pulled over to ask a few questions separately, and then he was released from the police station.

The question they asked was not complicated. The general idea was that Beichuan Temple was looking for Sato Ryo today, and why did he look for it today.

Of course, Beichuan Temple, who had been prepared for a long time, had a good answer.

Anyway, the criminal is not him, and he can behave well, so what is there to be afraid of?

"But time is really wasted."

Beichuan Temple thought blankly.

Now the moon is sparse, and the night is coming down again.

He glanced at his watch just now and found that it was past eight o'clock.

Even with the help of Yoshiko Okano, cases involving human life really took a lot of time.

Beichuan Temple sat on a resting bench nearby, facing the heated fast-food bento in his hands, there was still no fluctuation in his heart.

The delicious food prepared in the hotel should not be eaten

When I thought that I had also spent a lot of money for three meals and lodging in that hotel, but only ate one meal from yesterday to now, Beichuan Temple couldn’t help but wrinkle his eyebrows. Eat it and stand up.

There is no fluctuation in his heart, and the tightening of his eyebrows is just thinking about how to get into the Shicha High School next.

There seems to be movement in the YouTube live broadcast room that Beichuan Temple is following, and the two supernatural forum hosts seem to be heading to Xucha High School.

Thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple will naturally start to leave.

"Poor, are you sure?" he asked pitifully, looking at Nishikujo, who had unknowingly emerged from the scarf on his shoulder.

This little guy is very noisy at night, and can't hold it in the scarf at all.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Nishikujo's pitiful round hands stretched out, compared with a big "○", indicating that there is no problem.

"Then I'll rely on you later, even if it doesn't work, remember not to force yourself." Beichuan Temple stretched out a finger and poked Nishikujo's poor little head.

Poor Nishikujo hugged Beichuan Temple's finger, and the doll's head nodded up and down.

Seeing her like this, Beichuan Temple did not stay where she was, putting her back into the scarf and heading to Shicha High School.