6 p.m

Makoto Sakaki and Rumi Takayama return to the Tsukishima Hotel.

The moment he walked into the room, Sakaki sensed that someone had been here.

Although the furnishings in the room have not changed, there is a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

The taste is very light and almost inaudible.

Sakaki didn't smoke in his room.

And the taste of tobacco is not the same.

The cigarettes he smokes taste a little more fragrant....

On the carpet at the door, there was an open letter.

Not only that, but under the edge of the window sill, a small number of dust particles have fallen.

On the eaves of the wall outside the window, wavy footprints about 26 cm long are clearly visible.

Sakaki Cheng suddenly frowned.

The other party came in through the window.

Thief?

No...

If you are a thief, you should be going through the cabinets, and the room will not be so tidy.

If you don't ask for money, you can only do it for people.

The other side's goal...

Is it him or Rumi Takayama?

"Makoto?"

Rumi Takayama appeared at the door, saw him standing in a daze, and asked curiously:

"Let's go to dinner!"

"Wait a minute."

Sakaki sat down on the bed and opened the letter.

"Shhhh

Suddenly, Sakaki Makoto gasped.

Shocked.

Are the prisoners so self-conscious these days?

It's really a country where kamikaze death squads appeared....

All of them are self-detonating trucks.

Before he could do anything, the other party came to the door.

It's really an old birthday star hanging, and he thinks it's a long life....

"Yikes!"

Takayama Rumi poked his head over, and when he saw the words on the letter, he pulled Sakaki Cheng's clothes with some excitement:

"The case is coming, the case is coming!"

"Let's go solve the case tonight!"

Sakaki rolled his eyes, formed the letter into a ball, and threw it into the trash with precision:

"Don't go!"

"Can't you see such an obvious trap?"

"But you're a detective!"

Takayama Rumi was stunned:

"Isn't the so-called detective just to rise to the challenge and then catch the murderer heroically?"

Rubbing his eyebrows helplessly, Sakaki smiled bitterly:

"Let's watch less TV dramas..."

"That's not called solving the case, it's called sending to death."

"What about the detective's professional ethics?"

Rumi Takayama was completely dumbfounded.

"First of all, I'm not a detective."

Looking at Rumi Takayama's serious appearance, Sakaki Makoto felt the need to remind her:

"Secondly, no matter what time it is, the detective must first ensure his own safety, rather than knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and biasing towards the tigers."

"Third, who told you that I have a professional ethic?"

Rumi Takayama: "......"

This is completely different from the detective she saw in the Big River drama.

In the great writer Edogawa Ranbu, as long as the prisoner takes the initiative to reveal his identity, the protagonist should not hesitate to attack and fight wits and courage with the prisoner!

She's looking forward to solving the case....

But Sakaki wasn't looking forward to it at all.

He has encountered too many cases, and he knows that the prisoner cannot be caught.

And....

A smile appeared on his lips.

Tonight, maybe there's something good to watch.

The letter was at the door, but the other party obviously didn't need to go through the trouble to climb into the room from the eaves of the wall, and specially put the letter at the door.

Just tuck in through the crack in the door.

So most likely, it's two groups of prisoners.

In this case, let them bite the dog's hair, what are they mixing blindly?

..............

Nightfall, 10 p.m.

After nightfall, the humidity on the mountain is noticeably heavier, and the trees are cold and dewy, secluded and secluded.

"Made."

Suddenly a low scolding voice came from a bush:

"It's ten o'clock, Sakaki Makoto can't come at all!"

"I can't stand my old cold legs...."

"I guess it's coming..."

An uncertain voice rang out:

"He's a famous detective..."

"It's right to have a work ethic..."

"I'll be back in ten minutes!"

Ten minutes later.....

On the mountain at night, it is extremely dark, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you can't see your fingers.

The three of Kuroiwa Tatsuji, lying in ambush in the grass, have been waiting for more than an hour, however....

The appointed time has long passed, but I haven't even seen Sakaki's shadow.

"I said a long time ago, he won't be fooled!"

The hedgehog head shouted.

"Shh

"It's coming, it's coming!"

At the bottom of the stone steps, there was the sound of footsteps.

The evening breeze blew through the leaves, making the sound of a sneer.

The clouds receded, and the moonlight illuminated the forest.

A dark shadow came up sneakily and turned back three times.

Be vigilant.

The three of Kuroiwa were in high spirits.

It was too dark for them to see each other's faces clearly, and they could only vaguely see that the person who came was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, and it was a man.

This dress.... It must be Sakaki Makoto!

Yamamoto Makihara was very cautious, he looked around and saw that there was no one, and glanced at his watch strangely.

After reading the letter in the room, he immediately drew up a new plan.

It's too risky to get your hands dirty in a hotel.

It's better to wait for Sakaki Makoto to go to the appointment, and ambush him on the way down the mountain, and a shot will kill him, and he won't know it.....

But he pinched the time and waited for Makoto at the bottom of the mountain....

Don't talk about people ....

I didn't even see a ghost!

That's why he ventured up the mountain to check on the situation.

Did you miscalculate the time?

Yamamoto Muhara muttered, planning to go back to the hotel first and then commit murder in the middle of the night.

That's when ....

"Wait a minute!"

Tatsuji Kuroiwa appeared.

"You're finally here!"

Yamamoto Makihara quickly turned around and squatted, drew his gun, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Kuroiwa Tatsuji, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hei Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised his hands.

The other party has a gun.

He was self-conscious.

Half an hour later...

"Fuck, who are you?"

Yamamoto Makihara looked at the shiny goose egg head in front of him, a little confused.

He's seen the photos,

Sakaki Makoto isn't so ugly!

Bah!

This is not him!

"I...."

Boom!

Poof!

With a muffled sound, Yamamoto Makihara's eyes went black and fell to the ground.

Hideo Hu Kawashima threw away the stick in his hand, and without saying a word, took out a needle from his pocket and stabbed it into Yamamoto Makinohara's neck.

Kuroiwa Chenji walked over with a sneer, kicked the PPK pistol that flew to the ground, and scolded:

"Heh, what about the detective?"

"If you are poisoned by puffer fish, the gods can't save you!"

"Okay, hurry up and move the body, otherwise someone will find out!"

Hideo Kawashima shouted.

The three of them used their strength to carry the body to the top of the mountain.

It's a cliff with a rough sea below, a wonderful place where corpses are destroyed.

But the three of them are almost sixty years old, and they can't bear to carry the corpses on the mountain road for so long.

While sitting in the pavilion gasping for breath, the hedgehog stepped forward and took off the corpse's sunglasses.

It was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Hey... Feed! ”

The hedgehog head trembled in horror.

"What's wrong?"

Kuroiwa asked while beating his old legs.

"This doesn't seem to be Makoto!"

"Nani?!"

Hideo Kawashima and Tatsuji Kuroiwa glanced at each other and immediately rushed over.

When they saw the face that was completely different from the one in the newspaper, the two of them felt as if someone had poured cold water on them, and their hands and feet were cold.

Finished...

Killed the wrong person...

Kuroiwa Chenji swallowed his saliva, and his body began to swing:

"What are we going to do now..."

Hideo Kawashima's eyes showed a fierce light, and he grinned and said:

"What else can I do!"

"If you want to blame, blame him for his bad life!"

"Throw him into the sea!"