Shattered windows, bloodstains on the ground, little boy who disappeared after the guests left.

Sherlock held a piece of broken glass in his hand, confirmed that there were no clues to the incident in the living room, and turned to walk towards the stairs at the edge of the living room: "In which room is Toshio's bedroom?" ”

"I'll take you." Gacoco got up from the couch and walked briskly to him, the broken bones squeaking like teeth.

Fu Zhaosheng covered his ears unlovingly, and suddenly thought that if the two of them left, he would be the only one left in the living room, and he didn't know what ghosts would come in as guests!

After much deliberation, I still felt that it was safer to be with one of the queens of the Western Side, at least she needed Sherlock to work now, and she would definitely not do anything that was nothing for a ghost but too much for a human.

"Wait for me!" Fu Zhao reluctantly left the corner of the wall that had just been covered with heat, and carried the stairs covered with dried bloody handprints to the second floor of the villa.

The missing man's room is the largest on the second floor, and there is an open-air balcony overlooking the lawn at the back of the villa.

A few white dresses hang on the balcony, and the smell of lemongrass's laundry detergent fills the place with a sense of life...... It would be perfect if there were no large patches of blood on the dress.

Fu Zhao plucked up the courage to touch it, only to find the blood stains on the white clothes...... In fact, it is a printed pattern.

That's right, no one can stand so much blood every day, so it's more efficient to paint.

The unique lawn of the West End is not quiet, the ground rolls and swells with high mounds of dirt, white ossified hands squeezed out of the ground, fingers open and closed, shaking off the dirt and grabbing it to the sky.

"Well, the scene is perfectly preserved, and if Toshio leaves here, there won't be any evidence left." Sherlock curled the corners of his mouth without a smile, briefly observing the terrain outside, and focusing his attention on the interior.

Jia Coconut's pale face was shrouded in black gas, and he lay on the balcony fence and coughed at the lawn downstairs: "Don't toss!" ”

Feeling the resentment and coercion, the bone claws retreated back into the ground, not mindful, but instead planted in the garden as an ornamental plant similar to the pitcher plant.

This boys' bedroom is quite clean, and it has a kind of haunted house feeling under the fluorescent lighting.

"There are no signs of use on the bed." Sherlock walked over to the single bed in the center and leaned over to touch the brand-new sheets, "I haven't slept with anyone in at least a month...... Or ghosts. ”

Mr. Holmes finally made the mistake of not sleeping in a bed.

Ga Coconut tore at the yellow sheet paper on the wall and explained: "I usually live in the attic, and he is used to staying in the closet, occasionally going to the toilet for a few days. ”

"Your kids sleep in the closet?" Fu Zhao stayed away, for fear that he would see something he didn't want to see after the closet was opened.

Ga Coconut threw the seal on the ground, and the bones of his hand clicked: "Wronged souls don't need to rest, even if they run to the bed, they will get into other people's beds for the purpose of asking for their lives." ”

"A boy will drill other people's quilts at every turn, Sister Coconut, your family education is very problematic." Fu Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Didn't I say that your style is easy to leave a bad impression on children......

"If you want to talk more, my son is physically and mentally healthy." Ga Coconut glared at him viciously, and his eyes under his long hair habitually oozing blood.

"That's because he generally makes others physically and mentally ......unhealthy," Fu Zhao was very promising, and instead of wailing and running away, he picked up the yellow sheet paper charm on the ground, wondering if he could make a copy and take it back.

Ga Coconut is quietly waiting for the members from the Security Bureau Headquarters to give her the results, to say that it is not worried is fake, but it is not particularly worried, after all, as the second generation of ghosts, there are almost no people who can hurt Toshio.

What if he sneaks out and asks for his life?

In the past, he was more assisted by his own main attack Junxiong, and that kid was also a scaring person, but if people outside the West District were scared, the mother would definitely visit in person to apologize......

Sherlock leaned over to look at the pitch-black closet and turned his head solemnly, "If Toshio is still in the West End, you should be able to sense where he is." ”

"Of course, otherwise, if you just go to another ghost's house to play, it won't be so that I can cross the barrier and find you." Gacoco sat on the edge of the bed and let out a hoarse sigh, her stiff face angry and helpless, "He must have run out." ”

Sherlock neatly closed the closet door, put his hands in his coat pockets and corrected, "I didn't run out, I was forcibly taken away." ”

Fu Zhao's eyes widened with interest: "Who?" ”

What a warrior actually kidnaps a ghost!

The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling flickered violently, mixed with the resentful roar of the coconut, and the room suddenly felt haunted!

Fu Zhao jumped behind Sherlock the moment the anomaly appeared, and hugged his neck with the strength that almost strangled the other party to death, and felt a little relieved......

"Yes, who ......" Ga Coconut straightened up and took a shaky step towards the trench-coated detective, the muscles under the dress not swaying in the slightest, completely like a stiff corpse.

Fu Zhao buried his head behind Sherlock's back and raised his voice to embolden himself: "Rich and strong!" Harmonious! Civilization! ”

Sherlock calmly pulled off Fu Zhao's arm, and looked at the approaching resentful spirit without dodging: "The four queens of the West District came to play mahjong with you this afternoon, and the mahjong table seats by the window are like this...... Sadako sits on your left, Chu Renmei on the right, and Tomie on the opposite side with her back against the floor-to-ceiling window. ”

Jia Coconut's expression returned to normal, and he immediately stopped his approaching steps and crossed his arms in thought: "...... That's right. ”

"Then Sadako rushed to Chu Renmei, who didn't follow the rules of the game, and the two scuffled, even shattering all the glass and then broke up unhappily......" Sherlock made a gesture of invitation, politely asking her to sit back in her place and concentrate on restoring the scene, "When did Tomie leave?" ”

Jia Coconut glanced at the pale Fu Zhao with disdain, and obediently moved away a little: "Tomie is singing with Aunt Mei pulling her throat...... No, she quit when she used sonic weapons, she is more elegant, and she usually picks and chooses to eat and wear, so she may not be used to seeing this kind of scene. ”

"What if he didn't go? The lawn below the balcony was all the marks of the bone claws, but there was a small area that was very flat, and the bone claws felt a more coercive aura and lurked. ”

The suffocation in Sherlock's neck finally weakened a little, and he was strangled to death by Fu Zhao before he was asked for his life by a powerful ghost like this, and his tone was meaningful, "Not only did I not leave, but I also talked to your son...... 'The other aunts are fighting downstairs, don't you go out for the time being, are you bored?'" Come down to me'...... Toshio is no ordinary six-year-old child, of course it is no problem to jump directly from the second floor, and that person ......"

Gacoko decisively denied his speculation: "Tomie is my old friend, although Toshio is not afraid of her, but there is no reason to be taken away, and I can feel the breath of the same kind, the residents of the West Ward will leave traces of resentment when they approach here, the same as human footprints." ”

"Who said he was 'Tomie'." Sherlock spread out his right hand, revealing a piece of broken glass with bloodstained edges, "This is what I picked up downstairs, according to the description, Sadako and Chu Renmei fought together and both bled and injured, and then Chu Renmei's screams shattered the window, even if there was blood stains on the glass, it could only be stained after it landed." But I checked, and there was no broken glass around the two of them, all of them were near the windows. ”

Fu Zhao ignored his fear for the time being, and a picture seemed to appear in front of him.

In the living room littered with mahjong tiles, all the glass suddenly cracked and made a crisp sound, and the wounded Sadako almost retreated into the TV under the sound waves......

Gaco's dry eyes rolled back and forth, and the long-dead brain seemed to be stuck under the bombardment of a large number of doubts, after all, the profession of a ghost does not need an IQ, and it can be crushed by resentment.

The injury is in the front and the window is destroyed in the rear, and this can only happen if the broken glass falls on the blood on the ground.

"It doesn't have to be Sadako or Aunt Mi's blood, maybe someone close to it has been cut." Fu Zhao reached out and pinched the piece of glass, and his composure was equally amazing, "Blood stains appeared on the sharp sides, and someone was cut. ”

However, even if he is injured, judging by the murder weapon, it is estimated that he will leave a small wound like a scratch.

Sherlock lowered his hand and nodded in agreement: "The closest person to the floor-to-ceiling window at that time was 'Tomie', and there is no doubt that she blocked all the debris. I haven't been to the West End, but I've memorized all the people who live here. Tomie's ability is to divide indefinitely, and every drop of blood in her cells grows into a new individual, and now the blood left behind by the injury has dried up. ”

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

"So the conclusion is that someone disguised himself as Tomie and took Toshio away from the West Side. To be more precise, that person isn't a resident of the West End, so you don't find the same kind of breath near the villa. Sherlock took the coin-sized glass from Fu Zhao's hand and handed it back over, "Blood that doesn't multiply is proof. ”

"Who is it?" Gacoco looked at the fragments in the light, revealing a bloodless face.

Fu Zhao didn't dare to look directly, and immediately turned his head to look at the solemn dark night outside, and also wanted to know the answer.

"Judging from all the information in my mind, there was once only one person who met the current two restrictions, neither being a spirit from another world, but also being able to perfectly disguise the evil qi on his body, and entering and leaving the Western Region at will without the restrictions of the barrier." Sherlock already knew the truth, but he deliberately delayed the revelation and pushed him forward, "...... In the end, he killed him. ”

Fu Zhao's whole body was exposed to the ghost's field of vision, and he drilled into the corner like a mole that had been drilled out of the ground by mistake, desperately trying to stay away from Gaco: "Don't pull me out!" When have I ever killed someone? You don't want to ......"

The coda came to an abrupt end.

When he came to this world, he did kill a heinous murderer, the hapless D3 infected, out of a slippery hand......

Sherlock's gray pupils darkened, "But there's one more person who has the last copy of the D3 virus that can change appearance, and now it seems that he has used it." ”