Kitagawa Temple is back at the guesthouse.

By this time, the time had come to twelve o'clock.

After washing his body, he soaked in the hot spring for a while, felt the warmth and drove away the chill on his body little by little, and then put on the yukata prepared by the boss again and walked back to his room.

It took about half an hour, but that's what it was—

Nishikujo pitifully took out all the contents of Kitagawa Temple's waist bag.

The diary of the deceased, two pieces of torn paper, a photo book and a roster from level 06 to 09.

It's just that the diary of the deceased and the broken note are remnants of the deceased's grievances, and the camera can't image them at all, which makes the hope of Kitagawa Temple rich homepage disappointed.

But now is not the time to care about that.

Kitagawa Temple strode over, picked up the pitiful Nishikujo lying on top of these things and put it aside, and then brought the small round table on the other side, and the whole person looked at it carefully in the incandescent light above his head.

He directly flipped the photo book to level 09, and with the other hand, he took out the roster as well.

Year 2 Class B... Year 2 Class B...

Kitagawa Temple looked at him.

09 Sucha High School sophomore class B suspension trip group photo.

Kitagawa Temple looked at the yellowed and discolored photo and took it out.

Fortunately, there is a protective plastic compartment on the outside of the photo album, and the overall picture is still very complete when it is taken out, and the printing font is also very clear.

"Sakira Yuki... Pregnant. ”

The background of the photo is the sea, and Yuki Sakira is standing in the middle, smiling brightly at the photo.

The surrounding students all subconsciously leaned towards her.

Even through the photos, Beichuan Temple can feel their lively youthful vitality.

It can also be seen from here that Yuki Sakira was indeed very popular in the second year B class at that time.

On the line below the photo, the names of the students on the school trip are neatly printed.

Ishikawa Kaito was already wanted at that time, so he was naturally ignored by everyone.

Even the words "XX classmate (absent)" were not printed.

"It's okay on the roster." Kitagawa Temple flipped the roster to Class B of the second year, and Ishikawa Kaito's name was crossed out with a black carbon pen.

This is to be expected, and Kitagawa Temple doesn't care too much.

What he has to think about now is how the murderer completed the crime.

How on earth can the other party put so many flammable materials in the school.

You know, even arson takes time, especially when Class B of the second year caught fire so fast, and it takes even more time for the things that are arranged.

And why didn't they jump straight from the window in the first place?

You must know that some landscape trees are basically planted outside the main building of the school, and it is more simple to fight to the death than to be burned alive inside.

Unless the ignition point is near a window... But it takes even more time to prepare.

"Time... Time... Speaking of which, isn't a week of study trips the best time to set up? Kitagawa Temple's black eyes froze.

He put out all the photos of his sophomore year of high school and glanced at the people who were absent from the school trip one by one.

Except for Ishikawa Kaito, there were almost no absences in the entire second grade.

After all, this is a commemoration of the end of the youth, and the next sophomore students are about to welcome the battle of Tianwang Mountain in the third year of high school, so whether it is a bad student or an ordinary student, as long as the situation is not very special, they will attend such a party.

But that's just almost, in addition to Ishikawa Kaito, there is another person who was absent from the school trip-

"Is this really the case?" Beichuan Temple's eyes flickered, and he looked at the names of the absentees printed under a certain class in the second year of high school, and took a deep breath.

He turned out some of the photos in front of the photo album and compared them repeatedly for a long time before putting down the photo album.

He never imagined that he would come across this name on the roster.

Kitagawa Temple closed the roster and photo album again, and felt a little tired.

Looks like I've got to do something.

......

The next day, Kitagawa Temple went out early.

He first went to Sucha High School, communicated with Yuki Sakira for a while, and after reaching a consensus, he went to the convenience store and bought a new set of clothes and disposable masks.

After doing these things, Kitagawa Temple returned to the guesthouse to wait.

It wasn't until the night completely sank that he changed into new clothes, took Nishikujo with him, and went out of the hotel to put on his big mask.

......

"Sister Yushu, do you need me to send you home?"

The rookie female forensic doctor next to her looked adoringly at Yuki Sakura, who was changing her clothes and yawning.

This forensic doctor sent to Hachiyama City by the Tokyo District Police Department is really powerful.

She just watched the process of dissecting and analyzing the corpse from the side, and a sense of reverence naturally appeared in her heart.

And what about yourself? Until now, he was still flustered, and as soon as he got to the main seat, he cowered, and he was too nervous to say the results of his analysis.

"No need, Nara, isn't your boyfriend coming to pick you up? It's good that you go home with him. Yuki Sakura teased amusefully.

The rookie female forensic doctor spoke again, but Yuki Sakura didn't bother to take care of it.

After all, she didn't know how many flattering words she had heard from the rookie female forensic doctor.

Why is Yuki's predecessor so powerful?

Why did Yuki know everything about the human body?

Why...

Actually, there are so many whys?

Yuki Sakura rubbed his temples, only to think that these people were too annoying.

After practicing a lot, you will become proficient in natural techniques, and there is really nothing to say.

Yuki Sakura walked out of the police station and rubbed his palms.

For some reason, she always felt that the weather was very cold today, and the cold wind soaked her bones, which made her whole body shiver a few times.

"It's really psychological." Sakura Yuki Ziyan muttered to himself and walked straight to the underground parking lot across the street.

The underground parking lot was bright, and Yuki Sakura stood at the entrance and looked at the neatly arranged vehicles, like morgues in a morgue.

The semi-enclosed underground didn't bring any warmth to Yuki Sakura, and she shivered.

Chill... It seems to be thicker.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

Doesn't the weather forecast say that it has begun to warm up? How do you feel colder than yesterday?

Yuki Sakura muttered in his heart, and the whole person came to his car, took out the key, pressed the car door, and got into it.

The environment inside the car was the same as when she left this morning.

Cigarette lighters, perfume boxes in the car in front, toilet towels...

No one in the car ever moved.

Yes, nothing strange about it.

But Yuki Sakura always felt that something was wrong.

It's as if you've overlooked something.

Yuki Sakura couldn't help but look out of the car.

The underground parking lot was quiet, there was no one, and the entire underground parking lot was like a large coffin.

Yuki Sakura shook her head, and while she looked ahead, she reached into the back seat and fumbled for the lady's cigarette that she didn't know where to put it.

She touched something.

As a medical examiner, she quickly reacted.

It was a man's strong arm.

It turns out that the illusion that has always been felt is not that the things in the car have been moved-

It's that there's another person in the car.