December 13, 10 a.m.

White fluorescent lamps spread along the ceiling, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were white.

Every time he crossed this road, the whale felt very uncomfortable in his eyes, so he took out his usual sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on, and continued on his way, the closer he got to the end of the room, the smell of chemicals and the smell of corpses became stronger.

In the morgue, Matsuo's body lay on the dissecting table, a cart filled with bloody tools, and a basin on the floor was filled with all kinds of foul-smelling bodily fluids.

The whale didn't see anyone when he came in, but there was a sound of water in the washing room inside, and he stood in the middle of the room and waited for a while, and Kuwabara pushed the door through the washing room.

"Ah, it's Mr. Whale, do you want to get the autopsy report in person, haha, everyone has been looking anxious lately. Kuwabara Junichi, in a more popular phrase, is a very happy person, he has a small head all the year round, wears old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and laughs happily when he sees people, as if there is something to be happy about every moment. At first glance, he would never have imagined that this man's job was to deal with dead people all day.

"You've worked hard, too, Kuwabara-kun. The whale replied.

"Well...... I'm fine, but doing an autopsy isn't a stressful job, and I don't feel comfortable if I have nothing to do. Kuwabara replied with a grin.

"So, what is the confirmed cause of death?" the whale bird was not polite anymore, and began to talk about business.

Kuwabara replied, "Insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, blocked airways, in short, either one will kill people, and if it happens at the same time...... he didn't say any more, anyway, the results were already in front of him.

Picking up a scalpel from the cart, Kuwabara pointed to Matsuo's face and said, "It's worth mentioning the black cross mark." ”

The whale's expression changed slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Whale doesn't know yet. Kuwabara pushed his glasses: "This is not the only one with a cross on his face. ”

"Oh?" the whale looked questioning, but in fact, it basically had the answer in his heart.

Kuwabara replied, "The ...... that was brought in yesterday evening" He looked back uncomfortably at the chest of drawers where the corpse was stored not far away: "It's the high school student who was cut into many pieces, and he also has it on his face." ”

The whale said thoughtfully, "Sure enough...... The teacher and the student were killed one after the other, and they all had that kind of mark on their faces......

Kuwabara added: "Actually, it's not just these two. ”

This sudden sentence made the whale bird really a little surprised, "What?"

Kuwabara said: "A similar black cross was also found in the third sub-bureau adjacent to our jurisdiction, and the face of the deceased who also appeared, the horizontal one sealed the mouth like a seal, and the vertical one extended from the forehead to the chin. ”

"How many more of these dead?" asked the whale bird quickly.

Kuwabara replied: "I heard this rumor only yesterday, and on December 7 they found the first deceased with a black cross on his face, and as of yesterday morning, there were three in all. ”

The whale turned and walked away, muttering, "Bastard...... Are there at least five of them...... I see, I can't wait any longer......"

"Mr. Whale, your autopsy report!" Kuwabara shouted from behind, but Whale didn't return.

Forever.

............

December 8, 3:15 p.m.

"Damn, living in a place where only a few buses pass through a day, makes me have to go so far. Matsuo wore an exaggeratedly thick down coat and walked in the cold wind.

"No, I can't stand it, I have to find a place to rest first. Matsuo looked around, and in such a remote area, there was not even a decent shop on the side of the road, except for private houses, which were the kind of vegetable shops that did not even have a door.

He finally saw a bookstore and ran in.

"Whew...... Good thing there is heating in the shop. Matsuo let out a long sigh after closing the door.

"It's not easy, I have to go to the homes of poor students in the cold world. Tenichi sat lazily behind his desk with a book wrapped in a black cover, and didn't seem to intend to look up at Matsuo.

"Huh?" Matsuo was stunned: "That...... Are you talking to me?"

Tianyi ignored him, and then said to himself, "It's really an eyesore to appear in my class like that shabby guy." ”

Matsuo suddenly noticed something, and his expression changed.

"The girls in the class have been getting older and more beautiful lately, hehehe......" Tianyi laughed lewdly.

But Matsuo didn't find it funny at all, and he walked quickly to the table: "Bastard, what are you talking about!"

Tenichi laid the book flat on the table, turned to the first page, turned the book around, and pushed it in front of Matsuo.

White paper, purple ink, uncomfortable colors and fonts, with a person's name, or rather, the title of the book - Matsuo Hara.

Matsuo glared at Tenichi and shouted, "Hey, what do you mean by that, who are you? Who made you do this?"

Tianyi's indifferent eyes became extremely cold and deadly in a short moment, and he only looked at Matsuo for a second, and the latter could no longer say a word.

"Matsuo-sensei, you can read this book for free. Tianyi lay back in the sofa chair, stretched, yawned and said, "Later, let's talk about a deal." ”

Ten minutes passed.

Matsuo stood there, watching his thoughts for more than forty years with a complicated expression.

At this time, Tianyi felt that it was almost over, so he suddenly reached out and took the book back from the other party's hand: "Okay, there's nothing worth reading more." ”

Matsuo was a little overwhelmed, and he asked nervously, "You...... ...... the hell you"

Tianyi didn't have time to listen to him stumbling out, and directly interrupted: "In my opinion, your book is like a stack of toilet paper that has been stapled together, and each one is the kind that has been wiped with." My fingers, eyes, and mind were deeply hurt as I flipped through them. So......" he stared at Matsuo, "I'd love to sell you this book at a low price soon." ”

Matsuo was stunned for two seconds, and then immediately nodded: "Okay, okay, how much do you want, I'll buy ...... now" He said, and really went to dig out his wallet.

Tianyi waved his hand to signal him to stop: "No need, if I want money like this, I can rob the bank, or guide others to rob the bank and then take a commission from it, or guide others to rob the bank and then rob them...... Well...... It's a bit of a stretch, but in short, you don't have to pay for this book, as long as you promise to do something for me. ”

Matsuo immediately became vigilant, a person like him, who has to calculate the gains and losses of everything he does: "What do you want me to do?"

However, Tianyi's words quickly reassured him: "You help me put this parcel in the Miura family's mailbox." As he spoke, he took out a large envelope from the drawer and placed it on the table.

Looking at the outline of the bag from the outside, it seemed to be a book in an envelope, Matsuo thought for a moment and asked, "Hey, this shouldn't be something dangerous, right?"

Tianyi: "Don't worry, it's just a videotape, you don't open the envelope, just put things directly into the Miura family's mailbox, you should know his address." As he spoke, he picked up his pen and wrote a line on the envelope: Kazuya Miura.

"How's that? Be a postman for me, and I'll give you that book of yours. Tianyi asked with a sneer.

Matsuo's reaction was very predictable, and he took the parcel into his arms: "You have to keep your word." ”

"Then it's up to you to finish. He said in a playful tone: "Don't think about taking it back and seeing things like that, your actions ......" Tianyi patted Matsuo's Heart Book on the table with his hand, "I know a little bit about it." ”

"Cut ......" Matsuo turned and left.

He didn't ask the other party why he was doing this, nor did he think about why there was a book full of his own heart. His reaction was exactly the same as Ikeda's two days later. In front of the absurd reality, he did not question or ignore it, but chose to trade and choose to follow the rules of other people's games.

Tianyi watched Matsuo's figure disappear into the doorway, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh a few times. Taking a sip of coffee, he picked up another black book on the floor, and he flipped through it with relish.