Yoshiko Okano also notified Kitagawa Temple to go to the police station, saying that there were new results in the identification of the body.

And Kamiya Miku, who was walking with Kitagawa Temple, was left in the front hall of the police station by Ryoko Okano, saying that there was something that was not easy for girls to see.

In this regard, although Kamiya Mirai strongly protested, he couldn't resist Ryoko Gangno's arrangement.

"It stands to reason that I should be an outsider, and this kind of information that only insiders are allowed to know shouldn't be called me."

"What bullshit, outsiders, insiders! You're on the scene every time there's a murder, and you think you're still out of it? Yoshiko Okano took a hard puff of her cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can after she had enough of it, and walked towards the depths of the corridor with Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple glanced at Ryoko Okano, who had such an expression, and did not speak, but followed behind her.

Ryoko Okano said as she walked:

"The deceased's name is Nana Hoshino, and she happens to be a student at your Keihoku High School, so I think you should know. But as for the results of the autopsy and what is involved in the aftermath, I don't think you should know. ”

"We found hair of the same thickness from Nana Hoshino and several other corpses, and the hair was determined by the forensic department to belong to the fugitives from ten years ago."

"It seems that this Ishikawa Kaito is suffering from hair loss." It is difficult for Beichuan Temple to make a joke.

"Don't give the old lady a poor mouth here!" Ryoko Okano smacked her lips without a ladylike image.

"The fugitive's name is Ishikawa Kaito, who lives in Yazan City, Iwate Prefecture, and absconded with all his savings after killing his parents ten years ago."

"Later, colleagues from Yayama City exhumed the head and legs of her neighbor Yuko Mitsui around Ishikawa's house, and chopped up the torso of her neighbor Mitsui, and at the same time, someone found the body of Saori Takahashi, who was also divided into heads, legs, and torso, at an abandoned construction site not far from his home."

"These bodies are very similar to the current case." Ryoko Okano had a deep gaze and a serious voice: "That is, they are all missing arms." ”

That case caused an uproar throughout the city of Bashan, after all, an educated high school student actually killed his parents and classmates around him. Executioners, murderers, butchers... No matter what the title is applied to this heinous criminal, it is not an exaggeration. ”

Ryoko Okano's voice was far away, as if she wanted to travel through time and space to see the truth at that time, and with the cold words she said, it made people shudder.

"The motive of Ishikawa Kaito's crime is still unknown, but the other party has been absconding for ten years, and we have no way of knowing whether the current case is a copycat or the prisoner himself, the only thing that can be determined is that there is definitely more than one murderer, and someone is assisting him, otherwise it is impossible for Ishikawa Kaito to abscond for ten years."

"So-" Ryoko Okano's footsteps stopped in front of the autopsy room, and suddenly looked back at Kitagawa Temple, and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"How? I'm not a very strange police officer, I actually think that the key to solving this case is a stinky kid like you. ”

It's undoubtedly very strange to have expectations for a high school student.

But Gangno Ryoko has an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and Beichuan Temple is the key to solving the case this time.

"That can only mean that you feel quite keen." Beichuan Temple's speech is neither salty nor light, and his tone is full of calm.

"You're so confident." After Ryoko Okano teased Kitagawa Temple, she wanted to touch the cigarette again, but she thought of the rules here in the autopsy room, so she could only helplessly extinguish the fireworks, take out the gum and throw it into her mouth and chew: "Let's go in, let's say okay first, I don't like that guy in it very much." ”

As soon as they pushed open the door to the autopsy room, a chill escaped from it.

The coroner's room is appropriately bright, with an autopsy table in the center, a strong light, and a movable fixed table with various dissection tools on the dissection table.

"It's a rarity. Isn't this the Gangye Police Officer? How? Do you still want to know about the specific situation of the corpse? But unfortunately, you should have the autopsy report, and that's all you need to know. ”

A woman's voice came over.

"I'm just bringing the kid you're interested in, Sakura." Ryoko Okano scratched her head, squinted her eyes and shouted inside.

"Oh?!" The woman's voice suddenly filled with interest.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple and Ryoko Okano, a woman wearing glasses slowly crawled out from under the dissecting table.

If a normal person is here, it is estimated that he will also be afraid and wary of the other party's inexplicable interest.

"How many times have you said it, don't sleep under the dissecting table, Sakura." Ryoko Okano sighed.

The other party's dissection skills are superb, but he can't get Yoshiko Okano to get along with him.

After all, this guy has a particularly strange hobby. She especially likes to sleep on or under the autopsy table after an autopsy or autopsy.

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, she will call in a colleague to tie her to the dissecting table with strange props.

As far as Sakura Yuki himself is concerned, this is a specific way for her to experience being dissected.

This kind of evil taste makes Yoshiko Okano stay away, and sometimes Yoshiko Okano even wonders if this guy really has some special hobby for corpses.

"It's just a little thing, I'll clean it up afterwards - is this the different Kitagawa classmate you often talk about?"

Yuki Sakura pushed her glasses and finally showed her appearance in front of Kitagawa Temple.

She wore a white lab coat, pale red-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a pair of shrewd eyes twinkling behind the lenses.

The large wavy hair is sprinkled casually, showing a free and uninhibited feeling.

It's just that such a wonderful woman, the only drawback is that she is too short, and she has serious dark circles around the edge of her eye sockets, and it looks like she has stayed up late for a long time.

She smiled and stretched out her hand to Beichuan Temple, and said with great interest:

"Hello, Kitagawa-kun, I'm Yuki Sakura, as you can see, I'm the person who talks about this autopsy."

"Hello." Her expression of interest made Beichuan Temple somewhat inexplicable, but Beichuan Temple still stretched out his hand to shake her.

After introducing herself, Yuki Sakura quickly revealed her true nature, and she smiled while rubbing her hands:

"Beichuan-kun, these days I often hear the police of Gangye mention your deeds, it is said... You're always at or near the scene of the crime, or not far from the scene of the crime, right? ”

"......" Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple didn't answer Sakura Yuki, he just raised his eyebrows and looked thoughtfully at the base of Sakura Yuki's palm.

There was a large pale black birthmark that was not very clear in the light.

"Huh? Have you noticed? It's—"

Sakura Yuki subconsciously pulled his sleeves, a little embarrassed:

"The birthmark on my palm is very serious, so I usually hide my hand under my sleeve."

"I don't care about that." Beichuan Temple waved his hand indifferently, his expression calm.

Regardless of whether Kitagawa Temple really didn't care or not, Sakura Yuki smiled innocently and continued to ask, "Then can you please ask Kitagawa-kun to answer my doubts just now?" Why can Kitagawa-kun arrive every time, or have already arrived at the scene of the crime? ”

"I'm really curious about this."

She stared at Kitagawa Temple with burning eyes, expecting him to solve her doubts.