Chapter 40: Are We Pretty?

Kitazawa's mood was depressed.

Not long after he joined the Metropolitan Police Department, he wanted to show off his skills and break out of his own world.

However, it was not easy to integrate into the group of search lessons, and he was transferred to the newly established department.

Not to mention that interpersonal relationships are about to start again, the first case he was responsible for was also incredible.

Street face-cutting incidents.

Judging by the clues that have been collated.

The frequent location of the crime is near the colorful bridge, and so far, there have been 23 victims.

There are men and women between them, and they have nothing to do with each other except for a night walk near the Colorful Bridge.

Seventeen of the victims died because they missed the opportunity to save them.

At the same time, according to the recollections of the remaining victims, the suspect was a young woman who took the initiative to talk to them when she met them.

And the content is ......

Am I pretty?

It is very similar to an urban legend called Rift Girl that appeared in the late 70s of the last century.

Based on the preliminary verdict, Kitazawa believes that this should be a parody crime.

But when he called up the surveillance video near the colorful bridge, he was surprised to find it.

However, whenever the victim is killed, nearby surveillance will be subject to electromagnetic interference.

No sound.

There is no picture.

Only black and white snowflakes.

The whole case reveals indescribable weirdness everywhere.

Most problematicly, the number of victims is still rising.

"I have a headache." Kitazawa held his forehead and couldn't help but complain, "If the first case you take over can't be solved, it will definitely become a stain." ”

"Look at the point, not all cases can be revealed." The partner on the side comforted Kitazawa, his name is Matsukita, and he is also a police officer who has just been transferred to a new department.

In fact, not every case can be solved by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Even in the best year, the detection rate was only 80 percent.

Almost every veteran police officer will be burdened with one or two unsolved cases.

"From a data point of view, it's so, but ...... I still want to bring the suspect to justice as soon as possible. ”

Kitazawa shook his head, but he had no clue about the identity of the suspect.

The only thing he can do now is to change into civilian clothes with Songbei and go to patrol near the Colorful Bridge to see if he can get lucky.

"Do you feel ...... It's a little cold. ”

A breeze blows from Kitazawa and Matsukita, but it seems to take away all the temperature.

For this operation, both changed into long-sleeved trousers.

But for some reason, the temperature seems to be dropping.

"When you say that, it's very cold, strange, it's summer now, it shouldn't be so cold."

"Is it the seaside?" Kitazawa put his arms around his body, trying to increase his body temperature, "Why don't you go and sell some hot drinks, I remember there are vending machines around here." ”

"It seems to be over there, but it would be great if it was about cooking at this time."

"It's nice to have a hot drink, and oden."

Kitazawa glanced at Songbei fiercely, ready to find a vending machine.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly came into Beize's eyes, and his arm subconsciously touched Songbei.

It was a Tingting girl, dressed in a blood-red dress, with her hands behind her back, her long straight black hair moving slightly in the wind, and the shadows under her feet were sometimes stretched and shortened by the street lamps on the street.

She ...... Isn't it cold? ”

If it were usual, Kitazawa would definitely secretly admire the girl's figure, but now......

But he thought this scene was a little weird.

The temperature around here was at least close to freezing, but the girl's dress only covered her thighs.

"Hey ......"

Songbei's eyes suddenly straightened, and his pupils dilated slightly.

Red clothes and black hair, and masks hanging from ears.

Isn't that what the victims portray?

Grunt.

Kitazawa swallowed nervously, his fingers slowly approaching the pistol on his waist, and the other hand made a gesture.

The girl also quickly notices Kitazawa and Matsukita, and instead hums a tune from the Amatsu anime.

Hanamaru beeps only for good children.

On the contrary, Kitazawa and Matsukita, feeling pressure in their hearts, slowly approached the girl.

Neither side had any intention of backing down.

After about a few breaths, Kitazawa and the girl stopped in front of the vending machine on the side of the street.

The distance between the two is only about one meter.

Kitazawa and Matsukita clenched their pistols at the same time.

However, after such a close observation, Kitazawa found that the girl's eyes were clear and moving, and she was a little pitiful.

It was eyes he had never seen before.

It seems to have the ability to breathe people's hearts.

Just when Songbei was about to open his mouth and ask the girl to cooperate with him and accept the search, the girl took the lead in speaking.

"Let's ...... Is it pretty? ”

The girl tilted her head to meet Kitazawa's gaze.

The breeze began to grow stronger, blowing the girl's long hair.

Unprecedented tension enveloped Kitazawa, Matsukita.

All along, they were convinced that the suspect was nothing more than a copycat disguised as a legend of the city.

But what if......

In case of......

What if the other person is not a copycat?

What if the other party is a real urban legend?

In case the other party ......

Is it really a rift girl?

Kitazawa felt his breathing begin to become rapid, and his heartbeat was pounding, pounding.

He wanted to say something, but he felt that his lips weighed like tens of millions of pounds, and he couldn't open them at all.

On the contrary, it is Matsukita, although his scalp is also numb, but he is braver than Kitazawa.

"Hello Miss, we are officers of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and we are on a mission, please cooperate with our work, turn around slowly, and then raise your hands."

However, the girl in red didn't seem to hear Songbei's voice, she tilted her head, still staring at Kitazawa's eyes, and repeated what she had said, "Are we beautiful?" ”

As the girl asked a second question, the temperature around her seemed to drop a little.

"Please cooperate with us." Songbei had already pulled the holster of the gun as he spoke.

"Are we pretty?"

The girl in red repeats again.

The temperature dropped a bit more.

Even this time, Songbei began to feel that his hands could not adapt to such a temperature, and he wanted to shrink into his pockets.

"Please...... Cooperate with our work. ”

With a low voice, Songbei decisively took out his pistol, opened the safe, and aimed it at the girl's head, but soon, he moved the muzzle down again and aimed it at the girl's leg, "This is the order." ”

But the girl still ignored Matsukita, and she only had Kitazawa in her eyes, "Are we beautiful?" ”

Four questions.

Each time, the temperature will be lowered and Kitazawa's physical endurance will be hit.

At the same time, every time he asks a question, a voice pops up in Kitazawa's head and asks him to respond to the girl.

"Are we pretty?"

Just as the girl repeated the question for the fifth time, Kitazawa began to feel a little difficult breathing, and the wind was raging around him.

And this time, he responded to the girl for the first time.

"You've got beautiful eyes."

"That'...... What now? ”

Then, the girl took off her mask.