Stared at by the cold gaze of Beichuan Temple, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take two steps back.

He didn't know why he was afraid of a young man, but Kitagawaji's gaze was like something dangerous and terrifying, and his legs couldn't stop shaking.

"Y-What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was short of breath and had cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Beichuan Temple stared at him for a long time, and after a while retracted his gaze and said:

"What is the number of landlords here?"

“... 1, No. 152. It's just downstairs. The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his fingers trembling and pointing to the ground.

"Really?" Kitagawa Temple walked past the middle-aged man with an expressionless face.

There was neither an apology nor a thanks.

After all, the other party is just a person who chews the root of his tongue behind the back of others, this kind of person, Beichuan Temple itself has a bad impression.

Not beating him was already the best reward for Beichuan Temple for telling him information.

Beichuan Temple came to the landlord's door according to the middle-aged man's words, reached out and knocked on the door.

The landlord was an uncle who wore glasses and was a little embarrassed, and after politely explaining his intention, the kind uncle with glasses not only brought the key, but also followed Beichuan Temple to the door of room 265.

After Kitagawa Temple dialed Ryo Sato's mobile phone in front of the landlord, and after making sure that the other party's mobile phone was indeed in the room, Uncle Glasses reached out and knocked on the door.

Still no response.

The other party felt as if he was dead, and the bell in the room echoed, showing an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"All said, Sato brought a woman yesterday... And then I haven't been out of the house..."The middle-aged man poked his head curiously to check the situation, and saw that they were still doing useless work, so he muttered quietly.

But he soon saw Kitagawa Temple turn his gaze as if he was going to eat him, and subconsciously closed his mouth.

"Excuse me, Mr. Landlord." Beichuan Temple turned his head and said.

He furrowed his brows tightly, something seemed to be wrong right now.

"Okay..."Uncle Xie Ding coughed heavily, took out the keychain hanging on his waist, counted the keys to room 265, and opened the security door.

Crunch –

There was a sharp sound of the door opening the door, which made people's teeth sore.

The middle-aged man on the side finally couldn't help it, and complained to the landlord next to Beichuan Temple when he opened his mouth.

"I told the landlord of Nakamura a long time ago that the security door here in Sato is broken, and I am woken up by the sound of him opening and closing the door every day."

It seems that this middle-aged man was tired of the sound of the broken security door, and it is no wonder that he used such sarcastic words to evaluate Sato just now.

The tall middle-aged man was still complaining, but suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere.

Both Beichuan Temple and Landlord Xie Ding fell into an eerie silence at this time.

Kitagawa Temple looked fine, his face was as usual, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

On the other side, the landlord clutched his throat and fell to his knees in horror, his mouth twitching, as if he was about to vomit something.

What's going on?

The tall middle-aged man couldn't help but mutter, and leaned his head over curiously.

That's when he saw the scene in the room.

If you look inside, you can see the living room, which is not transparently lighted.

The furnishings in the living room are simple, with a heating stove, desk, and TV.

But lying on the floor was the most eye-catching thing in the entire room.

It was a corpse with wide-fledged eyes that had lost focus, its mouth wide open in horror, and a huge opening in its throat.

Blood spilled over the tatami mats, like a stream—

Those eyes were facing the doorway, staring at this side.

Vomit –

The middle-aged man and the landlord soon vomited.

"What, what's going on? How so? The middle-aged man trembled, vomiting, and his kneeling legs couldn't help but retreat backwards, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this bloody and terrifying thing.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care about him, and as he stepped into the room, he said to the landlord behind him:

"Mr. landlord, please call the police."

"Ahh Alarm! The landlord nodded, and was about to call the police, but when he saw the miserable situation in the room, he vomited again, and the mobile phone he had taken out was thrown to the other side.

Seeing that these two goods 'can't stop at all', Beichuan Temple couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone after taking a deep breath, and pressed 110 to call the police.

After briefly explaining the situation at the scene and its location, Kitagawa Temple hung up the phone with ease.

He doesn't know how many police calls he has made to Ryoko Gangno this month, and he is already familiar with that set of processes.

After thinking about it for a while, Kitagawa Temple called Yoshiko Okano again.

"What?! You guy found the murder scene again?! Ryoko Okano's voice sounded like that of a woman with early menopause, and her tone was full of incredulity:

"You kid isn't just stirring up trouble in Tokyo, you're going to be murdered when you go out?!"

Are you a Grim Reaper schoolboy?

Ryoko Okano had a big headache.

Kitagawa Temple didn't want to talk nonsense with Ryoko Okano at all, so he simply said:

"I'd like to tell you more about the transcript than that..."

"You still have to cooperate with the local police to investigate the necessary records, I can't help it, Iwate County is not under my control, you bastard is really..."

As a result, before she could say all the words, she found that Beichuan Temple had hung up the phone.

"This little bastard!" Ryoko Okano couldn't help but scold.

......

Kitagawa Temple hung up the phone before fully stepping into the scene of the murder.

He first attached the death qi to his eyes, and after discovering that there were no resentful spirits at the scene, he raised his eyebrows and sighed with some regret.

Even if ordinary people want to form resentful spirits, there is a chance.

Generally speaking, there are two or three basic conditions.

First of all, before death, he suffered great pain or torture, so that resentment or obsession will be formed in the heart, and then there is the intensity of resentment and obsession, the stronger the obsession and resentment, the easier it is to form resentment.

But now it seems that Ryo Sato does not belong to the latter, maybe he had a grudge before he died, but it was not strong.

"Wait! What do you want?! The middle-aged man behind him looked at the young man in front of him in shock, and after discovering the other party's movements, he cried out in surprise.

I, an adult, was frightened by this scene and couldn't stand still, but as a result, Beichuan Temple even walked inside without changing his face?

What is this operation?

Kitagawa Temple didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man, he took off his shoes, stepped on the tatami mat, frowned, and wanted to find some clues left by the prisoner.