It was an old house surrounded by several police cars on a side street in Tokyo's Old Town.

"Hoo ......"

It was only at this moment that Keiko Hatoyama finally stopped her hurried steps, she tried to adjust her breathing, hide the panic in her eyes, and then walked towards the old house.

In fact, when she saw those police cars, Belmode had already vaguely guessed what was going on inside, but she didn't understand who was in there, which would make this pampered and pampered sister Keiko care so much.

Belmode was silent and followed Keiko Hatoyama to the old house.

In front of the door of the old house, there were still two young criminal policemen, who were originally lighting cigarettes, who seemed to be startled after seeing Keiko Hatoyama, and quickly straightened up, stammering nervously:

"Miss, Miss!"

Belmode suddenly remembered that the head of the family had briefly mentioned to her once before that the Hatoyama family had a very deep influence in the Japanese police circle.

"Hmmm......"

Keiko Hatoyama just nodded at the two men, then raised her frozen, reddened hand, and pushed the door open with a shudder.

The two detectives obviously knew what was going on in the house, and they originally wanted to stop Keiko Hatoyama, but after seeing the old housekeeper who was following Keiko Hatoyama, they shut up again.

The door opened, and the three of them entered the house.

There was no heat in the house, dirty mud footprints all over the hallway, and a small pile of brand new newspapers in the corner.

The three of them followed the mud footprints through the empty corridor and finally came to a room.

At first glance, Belmode didn't see anything in the room that would be irritating.

There were only three or four detectives inside, and there was a half-crouching teenager who was half-kneeling beside the mattress spread in the middle of the room with his back to the three.

Looking around the teenager and the detective, Belmode vaguely saw that there seemed to be a person lying on this mattress.

But unlike these criminal policemen in the room, this young man was dressed very ordinary, and he looked like a person who had nothing to do with the police.

Belmode doesn't understand, why is the teenager here? And to be so close to the scene?

But soon she guessed the reason from Keiko Hatoyama.

Unlike Belmode, who has not yet fully figured out the situation, Keiko Hatoyama is seeing the scene in the room...... Especially after seeing the young man and the figure lying on the mattress in front of the young man, the cheeks that were originally a little sickly and ruddy because of the strenuous exercise instantly turned pale, and the whole person staggered two steps.

If it weren't for the old butler behind her to help her in time, Belmode had no doubt that she would have fallen to the ground like this.

The movement of the three of them finally attracted the attention of several criminal policemen in the room, and two of them turned around and were surprised when they saw Keiko Hatoyama.

But before they could say anything, Keiko Hatoyama raised her hand to stop them.

She shook her head slightly, then stood up and walked into the room step by step, her eyes never taking off the boy in the middle of the room with his back to her.

"By the way, have you seen enough kid?"

Next to the young man, there was a male detective who looked like a chief, he also didn't notice the approach of Keiko Hatoyama behind him, raised his hand to light a cigarette for himself, and looked at the young man squatting next to the body of the deceased with some impatience.

"Really, it was you who said you were an assistant working in a detective agency around here, so I made an exception to allow you to take a look at this scene...... I thought you could provide some clues, and I ended up staring at the corpse stupidly......"

The officer's words fell, but the boy still did not react in the slightest, just crouched there quietly, looking down at the female corpse lying on the mattress.

The young man's attitude made the officer even more unhappy.

"Okay little ghost, don't die here if you can't find a clue, Uncle Police won't blame you, hurry up and go home."

"This is not a crime of passion, it is a planned murder."

Suddenly, the boy spoke.

His voice was low, and there were no superfluous emotional ups and downs in his tone, like a cold machine.

Truth be told, Belmode doesn't really like this way of speaking.

"Huh? Did you find a clue? Hearing this, the officer asked curiously.

"The deceased had the habit of reading newspapers before his death."

The boy did not answer the officer directly, he still crouched in front of the deceased, and said in that unheaving voice.

"And it is very frequent, almost every day to buy new newspapers, the murderer must have learned about the deceased's habit through a period of covert observation, and used the method of disguising himself as a newspaper seller to trick the deceased into opening the door of the house, and finally killing him."

"Interesting speculation, what about the evidence?"

"At the entrance of this house, there was a pile of brand new newspapers, which could not have belonged to the deceased, because the deceased was financially constrained, and even if he had the habit of reading newspapers, he would not have wasted money to buy such a large number of newspapers.

And, according to another habit of the deceased, after reading the newspaper, she would cut out the job information in the current issue of the newspaper and keep it.

Therefore, the pile of brand new and complete newspapers in the hallway could only be the murderer's. ”

Although there were some doubts about why the teenager knew the habits of the deceased so clearly, the officer took out the small notebook on his body and wrote down the main points of the teenager's words.

"What about the murderer's motive for committing the crime? Did you find a clue, little ghost? ”

"Eyes."

The boy finally moved, and he raised his hand and pointed at the female corpse's eyes.

Her eyes were gouged out.

In what should have been the eyeballs, there were only two bloody holes left at this moment.

"The murderer's purpose was to gouge out the eyes of the deceased." The boy's tone was calm.

"Gouging out the eyes? What do you mean? The officer couldn't seem to understand the words.

Without answering him, the boy began to reconstruct the scene on his own.

"After using the identity of the newspaper seller to trick the deceased into opening the door, the murderer did not commit the murder immediately because he was afraid that the deceased's struggle would attract the surrounding situation, but covered the deceased's mouth and forcibly dragged her to the room where we are now."

As he spoke, the boy raised his hand and pointed to the blood marks left by the fingernails around the female corpse's mouth.

"Subsequently, the murderer used his physical advantage to hold down the deceased, and pressed his knees against his back to suppress the deceased's resistance, and then used a rope prepared in advance to wrap the deceased's neck and strangle him from behind the deceased."

The boy moved his finger again, pointing at the obvious strangulation mark on the female corpse's neck.

"In the end, after the deceased completely lost his breath, the murderer directly used his fingers to gouge out the deceased's eyes."

Around the hollow eye sockets of the female corpse, there were indeed tiny crescent-shaped wounds that looked like they had been scratched by human fingernails.

"But why did the murderer take the eyes of the dead?"

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(End of chapter)