"Why is he everywhere!! Is it ......?"

Seeing the name on the information and the stinky face on the employee ID, a terrible thought suddenly popped up, and Ayano Mochizuki was so frightened that she directly overturned the laptop in front of her.

"Aha, what was I thinking at that moment...... Takumi Fujiwara is a Ghost Face Rider, but I confirmed with Mr. Tokimoto with my own eyes......"

Smiling dryly to calm her emotions, Ayano Mochizuki picked up the sturdy laptop and continued to check it.

"That guy works everywhere, and it's normal to do food delivery...... The clothes and locomotives used by Takumi Fujiwara should have happened to be obtained by buying Sousuke Araki. ”

The third document is a screenshot of a background order.

"This ...... It's ......"

Product: Xuxuyuan "Yugen" roast pork bento*3

Delivery employee number: 9527

Location: Room 604, Ikebukuro Royal Copo Apartment

Consignee: Ms. Furuhara

The customer at the bottom has a five-star praise, and there is a stiff selfie with a small bird swimming real bow and ancient principles with a look of the rest of his life after the sand catastrophe, and comparing to the "V".

On the couch in the corner behind the photograph is a blonde girl wearing a tactical helmet, sleeping with her face covered in iron.

The date was the night of Operation Hell's Apartment.

"Calm down, it's too early to tell. Mochizuki Ayano, 16 years old, Section 9 Chief......"

Looking at this memorable photo, Mochizuki Ayano's brain is like a CPU that occupies more than 100%, and her forehead begins to heat up wildly.

The most rational and probable conclusion is naturally that Takumi Fujiwara, a powerful soul slayer who is not short of money, bought Sosuke Araki, a working boy who saw money, as a cover, and went to the hell apartment to remove the spirit instead of the other party, and also delivered this order of takeout for him.

However, a voice in her heart told her that if the truth were another conclusion, many of the mysteries that had plagued her in the past might be explained......

Breathing stagnated for a full ten seconds, she called the agents on duty in the information group.

"Invade the backstage of the front hall distribution station, I want all the delivery records and path tracks of this work number!!"

As a delivery website, the Exit Pavilion will naturally monitor the location of each delivery person in real time through the APP background to ensure accurate dispatch and monitoring of delivery progress.

All you need to do is get this information, and then use the traffic cameras to analyze the big data, and you can quickly know who is swimming naked after the tide goes out.

Soon, the agent in front of Mochizuki Ayano opened the backstage page of the front hall.

"Section Leader......"

But as he frantically tapped on the keyboard, the agent's forehead began to sweat.

"How's it going, is there a result? It shouldn't be difficult to extract this information......"

"I'm sorry, section chief, the data record of this job number in the front and back of the museum has been erased from the bottom of the server by quite superb means, and we have retrieved the previous backup data packets and tried hard disk fragment repair, but we can't restore the ......"

"I see...... If it was a thoughtful powerhouse like Takumi Fujiwara, he would naturally preemptively plug this leak......"

Seeing this result, Mochizuki Ayano breathed a sigh of relief.

Sosuke Araki, a guy with big nerves, can't think of it, and can't do it.

After a moment's hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed a call.

Instead of thinking about it yourself, it is better to call a person to come over and inquire and confirm it in person.

After all, a certain delivery person (former) with the work number 9527 at the Ikebukuro distribution station in the former museum is currently in the "bail period" where he must cooperate with the investigation at any time.

Besides, that guy was able to be released on bail in advance and was free, but he owed himself a big favor.

If you don't confirm this problem clearly, I have been mentally anxious recently, and I will lose sleep 100% tonight.

"Hey, Araki-kun, I have something I want you to come over and confirm...... Are you already asleep? I didn't eat dinner and was hungry, so I had to have a supper, and it was a blue ramen with meat and noodles and a substitute for jade? Could you please face up to your current identity and situation!! ”

Just as Mochizuki Ayano hung up the phone and clicked on the front hall app to order supper, Takeshi Iwata, who had already left work, rushed in.

"Lesson...... Section Chief, there is a major breakthrough in the case of the Kuramae apartment......"

……

Half an hour later.

Shibuya Police Station, Ninth Section Information Room.

"Kenta Oishi, why, did you suddenly think of turning yourself in?"

Takeshi Iwata sat in an information room with one-way glass, frowning deeply as he looked at the picture in his hand.

“…… Because, I don't have any point in going on. ”

Sitting across from Takeshi Iwata was a short, stocky middle-aged man with a serious face.

The man, with neatly trimmed hair and a well-textured suit and tie, looked like a social elite working in a large corporation.

Even if Sosuke Araki was here, if he hadn't told him, he would never have been able to recognize this person as the lewd voyeur uncle who lived opposite him, 103.

Two hours ago, Kenta Oishi, a resident of Room 103 of the Kuramae Apartment, suddenly brought a large amount of information to the Taito District Police Station and surrendered himself.

Due to the complexity of the case, involving hundreds of intentional homicides, and the murderer's reason for committing the murder was related to the Kuramae apartment, he was transferred to the ninth class.

The stack of photographs in Iwata's hand was the corpses of dead homeless people, numbering more than 120.

According to Kenta Oishi, these people were killed by his own hands in the past five years.

These photos were also taken after the murder and were washed and stored in a secret rented dark room outside the apartment.

In order to avoid forgetting, he even carefully and in detail notes the time, place and method of the murder at the back of the photo.

It seems that he is well prepared for the day when he turns himself in.

After preliminary confirmation by the Metropolitan Police Department, these photos are basically consistent with the information on some of the homeless death cases recorded in the past five years.

"Just ask him why."

In the room separated from the inquiry room by a wall, Ayano Mochizuki, who was looking inside through the one-way glass, gave instructions to Takeshi Iwata through a headset.

"Kenta Oishi, please say again why you killed these homeless people."

"It all starts with my own cleverness......"

Kenta Oishi nodded, and began to speak with a serious face, as if he were a staff member giving an inaugural speech.

"Five years ago, after the shocking 'exchange killing' incident, I took out a loan to buy that house with the mentality of 'investing in psychological defects'......"

"After all, that price is impossible to refuse for me, who can't afford the normal housing price and wants to provide my wife and newborn daughter with a house of their own, a high-quality education circle and a living environment."

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the happy life of a family of three in a rental house.

"But what I didn't expect was that most of the occupants were already dead...... But that 'swap kill' game continues in another form......"

Pain and remorse gradually swallowed away the fleeting happiness on Kenta Oishi's face.