There was a sudden knock on the door of the villa.

Kamikawa stood outside the door with an umbrella in his hand, and the rain dripped down the eaves and fell to the ground. He wore a pair of gloves on his hands, and the white gloves had a dust mark on the knock strap when he grabbed the knocker.

The three people in the room heard the knock on the door, and their pupils shrank. They looked at the others warily before placing the light at the entrance.

"Go open the door!" One of them, a tall, menacing man with a fleshy face on his face, commanded.

A man with long hair and a grim face looked at him indifferently and did not move.

Seeing that neither of them had any intention of moving, the man who had been silent stood up, walked to the entrance, and opened the door of the villa.

The eye catches eye with a young man holding an umbrella, a guitar behind him, a peaked cap with a low brim on his head, and a pair of glasses looming on the bridge of his nose.

The appearance of a young man alone in this desolate villa is a very strange thing in itself. Not to mention this weird outfit.

It's not that he's dressed abnormally, but for people like them, something like a guitar case can instinctively touch their sensitive nerves.

After all, as everyone knows, a guitar case is not for guitars.

"My motorcycle broke down on the road, can I come here to take shelter from the rain?" Kamikawa said this in a normal tone, and his voice was completely different from the one he usually used. It's obviously a question sentence, but there is no tone of request at all, whether he agrees or not, he has to go in and hide from the rain.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

Since something is destined to happen today, why should he have fun? After all, he already said a lot with his gloves on, didn't he?

The middle-aged man looked at him for a long time and seemed to sigh.

"Come in."

As soon as Kamikawa entered the door, he smelled a smell of decay. The musty smell on the wood furniture and walls is very strong.

"I thought the villa was deserted, but I didn't expect there to be people inside." Putting away the umbrella, Kamikawa talked to him very usually.

"My house is not far from here, and a few more mountains are my villa." The door is not far from the living room, and Kamikawa's voice can be heard very clearly in the living room.

No one answered him, he said to himself. "I was supposed to perform with the band today, who would have thought that it would suddenly rain so heavily on the way back, fortunately I had an umbrella, otherwise I would have been drenched in soup."

His tone was whining and complaining, and people who didn't know the situation would subconsciously take it seriously.

"You live here?" The man's footsteps paused.

"Yes, I don't like the villa in the mountains very much, the traffic is too inconvenient, but there is no way, the old people in the family like it, so they are willing to live in the old house."

What Kamikawa said instantly, not only the middle-aged man who opened the door, but even the two people in the living room were a little puzzled.

Could it be that this person is really just hiding from the rain?

But is it possible to come to such a desolate and remote villa to escape the rain?

"Is there no electricity in the villa? Why don't you turn on the lights when it's so dark? Kamikawa pretended to be puzzled.

"The villa has been abandoned for too long, and the aging circuits are no longer usable."

"Really?"

Kamikawa looked at it casually, and the signal jammer was still on, but this thing could only interfere with wireless electromagnetic waves, not things that were transmitted through wires.

For example, camera feeds......

The villa is not very well lit, and the sky outside is also dark, and the visibility inside the villa is limited.

Walking all the way into the living room, the whole interior was empty except for the long table in the center. Only the natural light from the outside world through the heavy glass by the window keeps the living room from being so dark.

On the high-backed dining table and chairs, two sitting men stared straight at Kamikawa. They looked at him from head to toe, as if to judge the quality of a piece of pork.

The whole scene is quite weird.

The pouring rain, the deserted villa, the dimly lit interior, and a long dusty table with silent people sitting at the table.

With a little more scary music, this is the ghost movie scene.

"Are you doing some strange ritual here?" Kamikawa lifted the brim of his hat in an instant, so that his view would not be obscured too much.

He was like a curious passer-by, with a very reasonable question.

The man who opened the door for him kept parallel to him, controlling his pace, neither going in front of him nor falling behind him.

Without answering Kamikawa's words, he pulled open the chair he had been sitting in and sat down, saying no more.

Seeing that no one answered, Kamikawa walked over to an empty chair.

The long table seats eight, three on each side except for one chair at each end.

He raised his hand and touched it, and the white gloves were stained with another layer of dust.

It's so dirty, I don't really want to sit on it.

When the umbrella hits the ground, the raindrops slide down the folded umbrella cloth, wetting the ground that is also covered with dust. Kamikawa stood on the edge of his chair, with no intention of sitting.

The atmosphere in the room became quite eerie, no one spoke anymore, the man who opened the door for him was in a daze, and the stout man clenched the armrest of the chair, and the man with long hair and a cold temperament kept thinking.

"Have you all arrived?"

He spoke suddenly, and said a word. Immediately he was watched by six eyes, and he enjoyed the situation of being watched by others.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Kohei Nishikawa, I used to be a detective, and now I am a jobless vagrant." He mentions the word detective, which is both self-deprecating and sarcastic. It's like a fan-shaped chart, with a little resentment, a little shame and a little madness.

Kamikawa raised his head slightly, and the white light reflected from his left glass.

Why do you meet detectives everywhere? Should I say that this world is worthy of a reasoning?

"I received an email and followed the instructions in the mail to get here." Nishikawa Kohei took the initiative to talk about the reason why he came here. It can be regarded as throwing bricks and stones, after all, since the three of them arrived here one after another, they have hardly said a few words.

"I guess you're in a similar situation to me! It's not mail or letters. When he said this, he gritted his teeth a little, not knowing if it was too strong or simply disguised.

"There's something on the mail that can ruin me, and I have to come!"

He didn't say anything specifically about what was recorded, or what the mysterious person who sent the message wanted him to do when he came here, but looked at the silent middle-aged man who had arrived first.

"I received the letter, and I had to come too." He didn't say much, and after introducing his situation, he fell silent again.

Everyone's eyes looked at Dahan again, and Dahan's expression was about to be hideous, and he almost gritted his teeth.

"If I let me know who sent the email, I'm going to kill him!"