The room was filled with the stench of blood, which made people frown.

Kitagawa Temple did not move the body.

If you touch the corpse without permission and leave some marks on him, it will be a lot of trouble.

He walked lightly back and forth, scanning the corpse.

There was a cut in his throat, which should have left a fatal wound with a blow, and then he covered the mouth of Ryo Sato, who was dying, with his hand, to restrain his movement and prevent him from making a movement.

The bloody handprints on the tatami mats are scattered, and the deceased's fingernails seem to have grass clippings from the tatami mats, and they should have struggled a little before dying, but they were of little use.

Beichuan Temple tugged at the sideburns that fell from his forehead, and thoughts collided in his mind.

The murderer is supposed to be the woman Ryo Sato brought home last night.

But why can a woman simply subdue Ryo Sato? And even make him unable to make any movement? Even the neighbors next to me didn't react?

"Did an acquaintance commit a crime?" Kitagawa Temple looked deep and finally came to a conclusion.

Only acquaintances can make Ryo Sato leave his back to the other party defenselessly.

And the other party is still a woman...

Kitagawa Temple secretly felt in his heart.

Yuki Sakira is also a woman, so maybe it has something to do with this case?

If it's Yuki Sakira...

Kitagawa Temple put on his shoes and walked out of the house, looked at the middle-aged man who was trembling to the side and staring at him like a ghost, and asked:

"Did you hear anything coming from room 265 last night?"

"Didn't hear it, didn't hear it! I don't know anything! ”

The middle-aged man was obviously frightened, and Beichuan Temple shook his head frantically as soon as he opened his mouth.

"......" Kitagawa Temple.

Beichuan Temple raised his hand expressionlessly and gave him a slap, and asked coldly:

"Are you sober?"

Uh-

The middle-aged man was slapped by Beichuan Temple and gasped violently, and then came back to his senses.

He looked at Beichuan Temple tremblingly, and then nodded slightly.

"Did you hear anything coming from Room 265 last night?" Kitagawa Temple asked again.

“... I... I really didn't hear any movement... In the middle of the way, there was a sound of the door opening. The middle-aged man covered his face, and after coming back to his senses, he felt the strength of Beichuan Temple's hand just now.

But he didn't dare to resist the young man in front of him for some reason, so he could only answer with a grieved face and a low head.

"Voices in the middle of the way?"

"yes... Because the sound of the security door was always loud, I even went to the balcony to scold that guy Sato. After that I fell asleep, and today, I came out... I complained about you twice, and it was gone. The tall middle-aged man said aggrievedly.

Tall, middle-aged men probably weren't lying.

His character of bullying the weak and fearing the hard should not dare to kill Sato.

And when he was thinking about Beichuan Temple, the middle-aged tall man just wanted to raise his head and say something, but he happened to see a small puppet lying on the shoulder of Beichuan Temple.

The puppet's mouth was sewn haphazardly in a red crosshair, and its body was covered with hideous patches, and from his angle, the incongruity made him uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the middle-aged man seems to feel that the little puppet is watching him...

Under the gaze of a middle-aged man, the little puppet who has been lying quietly unexpectedly... When his eyes moved, his eyes that looked like living creatures turned to look directly at him!

"It moved!!!" The middle-aged man, who was already frightened in his heart, screamed, stretched out his hand and trembled violently like an epilepsy and pointed at Beichuan Temple, and the whole person was still spitting, almost scared to pee.

Moved?

Kitagawa Temple glanced thoughtfully at the pitiful Nishikujo who came out of the scarf, pressed her back expressionlessly, and said calmly:

"You're dazzled."

After saying this, Beichuan Temple didn't care about the middle-aged man who was still muttering 'The puppet moved, the puppet moved', and looked at the landlord behind him.

"Little... Brother, you've called the police, right? The landlord had just finished vomiting at this time, and finally felt it from the ground and asked.

"It's almost there."

Kitagawa Temple nodded.

The police should be almost there, and he is estimated to spend a day in the police station for the process of recording and interrogating.

As soon as he thought of this, Beichuan Temple couldn't help but shake his head.

I hope it won't take too long in the end.

He really didn't have much time to waste.

......

The rest of the process is very simple.

Beichuan Temple followed the police officers who rushed to the scene back to the police station, and the tenants of the dilapidated apartment were naturally taken away.

Probably because of Yoshiko Okano's greeting, Kitagawa Temple just walked through the interrogation transcript, and was pulled over to ask a few questions alone, and then was released from the police station.

The question they asked was not complicated, to the effect that Kitagawa Temple was looking for Ryo Sato today, and why did he go to find it today.

The Beichuan Temple, which had been prepared for a long time, of course, answered the question fluently.

Anyway, the criminal is not him, he is acting upright, what is there to be afraid of?

"But time was really wasted."

Kitagawa Temple thought expressionlessly.

Now the moon is sparse again, and night is coming again.

He had just looked at his watch and saw that it was past eight o'clock.

Even with the help of Ryoko Okano, the case involving human life really took a lot of time.

Kitagawa Temple sat on a nearby rest bench, facing the heated instant bento in his hand, and his heart still did not fluctuate.

The delicious meals prepared in the hotel should be inedible...

Thinking that he had spent a lot of money to ask for three meals and lodging at that homestay hotel, but he had only eaten one meal since yesterday, Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning, and ate the instant bento in his hand and stood up.

His heart didn't fluctuate at all, and now he was just thinking about how he was going to get into Sucha High School next.

There seems to be movement in the YouTube live broadcast room that Beichuan Temple is concerned about, and the two supernatural forum masters seem to be heading to Sucha High School.

Thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple naturally began to move.

"Poor, are you sure?" He asked pitifully as he looked at Nishikujo, who had unknowingly come out of his scarf, over his shoulder.

This little guy is very noisy at night, and he can't hold it in his scarf at all.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, Nishikujo's poor round hands stretched out and made a big '○', indicating that there was no problem.

"Then it's up to you later, even if you can't do it, remember not to force yourself." Kitagawa Temple stretched out a finger and poked Nishikujo's poor little head.

Nishikujo pitifully hugged Kitagawa Temple's fingers, and the puppet's little head nodded up and down.

Seeing her like this, Kitagawa Temple didn't stay where she was, and re-stuffed her into the scarf and walked towards Sucha High School.