…… It hurts.

Wu Hao felt that the entire vision had darkened, and he settled down and found that the entire corridor was unrecognizable.

The clean ground is covered with sand and gravel. The dozens of lights that dotted the staircase all fell and smashed to pieces.

The sore area was his ankle, which seemed to have just been sprained.

He clicked on his character information, and sure enough, a mark representing injury appeared next to [Wu Hao]'s ID.

Well, it's good that people aren't hanging.

Wu Hao sighed and limped to the 12th floor.

Dust filled the entire corridor, he covered his mouth and nose and walked in, the glass windows on the side of the corridor were all broken, the broken glass was mixed in the sand and gravel, the leather shoes made a creaking sound when stepped on, he carefully observed the ground, there were red footprints hidden under the gravel, but disappeared on the 12th floor.

He walked down the corridor and found Room 7 on the 12th floor, as Akutagawa had mentioned.

The door of the room was in a mess, and there was originally a long blockade there, but it was shaken off in the earthquake, and Wu Hao walked in directly.

In the room, several police officers huddled under the table, unexpectedly in the middle of the search, an earthquake in their confusion.

Wu Hao walked in and just watched this scene, his eyes met in the air, and they were a little embarrassed.

"Yo, hello." Wu Hao said.

The policemen were stunned for a moment, and one of the male policemen reacted quickly, he quickly stood up, patted the dust on his body, cleared his throat and asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Wise Kogoro of the search lesson, huh...... Assist in investigations. ”

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Wu Hao walked around the room.

The room was very messy, several cabinet doors were open, clothes were thrown on the ground, the sheets were turned upside down, and the footprints mixed with blood foam extended to the door, and he asked casually: "Is the battle so big?" ”

"Heh," the policeman shook his head, pointing to the bathroom, "there's a big battle in there!" ”

Wu Hao walked into the bathroom, and as soon as he walked in, the dazzling red pierced his eyes, blood, blood, blood...... Scarlet infects the entire tiled wall, like a devil's painting.

Wu Hao finally forced himself to accept this scene. There was a ticking sound, and he followed the sound, and a corner of the ceiling was broken by the earthquake, and the sand and gravel fell into the bathtub, causing ripples on the pool of blood.

A woman was lying naked in a bathtub with her limbs cut off. Wu Hao looked at the woman's chest, where a red pentagram was drawn.

This is a message of death...... Or is it a provocation by the murderer?

Wu Hao took a closer look, and suddenly, the green dot in the upper left corner of the field of vision representing the system made a fluctuation, and the green light no longer flickered, and was fixed as a green arc.

The translucent taskbar popped up, and a mechanical female voice sounded in Wu Hao's ears: "You have triggered the main quest to find the truth." ”

The truth? What truth?

Wu Hao looked at the task bar thoughtfully, he clicked on his character information again, and found that the inventory and skill bar were already browsing.

The game is only starting now.

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Outside the bathroom, several police officers were still working, with evidence bags and stacks of photographs on the table.

Wu Hao picked up the photo and looked at it, and the policeman on the side frowned, but didn't say anything.

He looked at the photos very quickly, and in a short time he was halfway through a large stack of photos. Flipping through a photo, he paused, paused to take a closer look.

It was a photograph of another victim, who appeared to be male, with his dark back muscles exposed, and a pentagram marking, the same as that of a woman in the bathroom.

"Where was this filmed?" Wu Hao called the policewoman next to him over and asked.

"Oh, this," the policewoman said, after glancing at it, "this is a photo of the victim of the villa in Banqiao District on June 10, which can be regarded as a mark left by the murderer, and this is also the case." ”

She pulled out a photo at the bottom of the pile, "This is a photo of the victim in Wenjing District on May 21, and it also has this mark on it." She handed the photo to Wu Hao, her face a little unbearable.

Wu Hao took the photo, it was a teenager, about 17 or 8 years old, his limbs were also cut off, his body was full of blue-black bruises, and the boy's forehead was also marked with a pentagram.

Bunkyo Ward, Itabashi Ward, and Shibuya Ward...... Wu Hao scratched his head, judging from the location, it looked like a wandering crime, the target of the murder was a rich man, and the property of the deceased was also looted.

But many things can't be explained, such as the method of killing, why cut off limbs and let the dead soak in their own blood? Is it necessary to kill someone so tedious?

There is also the setting of the scene, the scene that was deliberately messed up, the corpses soaked in blood and the pentagram markers smeared on the corpses......

One case can be said to be revenge, but the three identical killings are like performing some kind of cold homework, and Wu Hao reads a sense of ritual from it.

Earthquake...... Wu Hao doesn't have a clue now, but since what happened in the script can still be predicted by [Precursor Detection], it must not be a coincidence.

After thinking about it, Wu Hao asked the female policeman next to him another question: "By the way, do you know why people call the murderers of these murders [witch doctors]?" ”

"Some kind of conspiracy theory, somehow it spread," the policewoman said, "They said that the dead in these murders were all Gu cultivated by them, and the witch doctor kept killing people just to find out the strongest Gu."

Really! How can the dead be so blasphemed? ”

Wu Hao's focus is not here, he feels that this statement is a bit fallacious.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that Gu eats away at each other, and the last one that survives is called the Gu King. [The witch doctor] is just carrying out killing, how can it be called Gu cultivation?

As he spoke, Akutagawa walked into the room and brought Professor Kiyohei Matsumoto from the University of Medicine.

It was an old man with gray hair, hunched over his waist and wearing an anachronistic suit. According to Akutagawa's introduction, Wu Hao learned that the professor had been serving as a forensic doctor at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for several years.

Akutagawa arranged work for everyone, and finally it was Wu Hao's turn, he frowned and thought for a while, and finally said, "You go and give Matsumoto a hand!" ”

Wu Hao shrugged and walked into the bathroom, where the old man named Matsumoto was examining the body. Wu Hao asked, "Is there anything you can help with?"

"You standing there and not moving is the best help!"

"Okay, what's the catch?"

The professor glanced at him with disgust, he seemed to have a natural dislike for Wu Hao, "What does that have to do with you?" ”

"I'm also a police officer."

Wu Hao didn't understand why the old man had such a prejudice against him. One is that he is thick-skinned enough, and the other is that the case is important. He didn't care.

The old man was annoyed, or maybe he was in a hurry, so he scolded: "The chirp is crooked and the noise is non-stop, if you want to ask, ask quickly!" ”

“...... When was the time of death? ”

"The body is partially stiff, small white dots appear on the cornea, and the deceased has been dead for five to six hours, depending on the autopsy. But I don't understand it with a layman like you! As he spoke, the professor's lips curled up, looking very confident.

Wu Hao ignored his cynicism, he looked at the upper left corner of his gaze, the time of the script and the time of the real world were marked on it, it was now 2:20 in the afternoon, and the time of the deceased was 6:20 to 7:20 this morning.

"Where's the murder weapon?"

"A kitchen knife or a mountain knife, maybe wider and thicker, but it's not a small knife like a fruit knife."

"What about the cause of death of the deceased, isn't that the case," Wu Hao made a slashing motion in the air, "hacked to death?" ”

"Haven't you read the previous case file, this case is the same." The professor's words were full of contempt, "Cutting everywhere is not a fatal injury, and the real cause of death of the deceased is excessive bleeding." ”

"Oh, that's it."

As he spoke, Akutagawa walked in, pointed out the door, and said, "The victim's family is here." ”

Wu Hao and the professor followed Akutagawa out of the bathroom, and he asked Akutagawa in front of him, "Do you know the identity of the deceased?" ”

Akutagawa nodded slightly: "There is the identity information of the deceased at the front desk of the hotel, called Kanzaki Yukiko, who is a light novelist." ”

"Light novelist? What are you doing here? ”

"It is said to be taken from the material...... Those writers are always babbling, and the devil knows what's going on in their heads. ”

"Material? Don't be a tryst, right? ”

Akutagawa glanced at him and motioned for him not to speak. Wu Hao noticed that the family of the deceased was already standing at the door.

It was a middle-aged fat man with a big bulging belly, giving people the first impression: either rich or expensive.

He didn't look very good, but he was very well-dressed: a dark gray suit, a dark blue tie, a watch and leather shoes looked very expensive. In contrast, the police officers working on the scene all looked sloppy.

"Who is he?" Wu Hao asked.

"I work at a newspaper." Akutagawa said.

Under Akutagawa's guidance, the fat man walked into the bathroom. At the sight of the corpse of the woman soaked in blood, his eyes immediately turned red, and he covered his eye socket with one hand, making a hoarse sound. The detectives knew that this situation was no different from words, and they all watched silently.

"Is that your wife?" Wu Hao asked.

“…… It's my sister. The fat man whispered, and he lowered his eyelids and walked out against the door frame.

When he came to the hall, the fat man finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he squatted on the ground with his knees bent, and the sound of wailing squeezed out of his throat.

It's really like acting, Wu Hao thought.