"Like you, isn't she really your relative?"

Midorikawa Hikaru looked at the blue flames, tied up a screaming woman spread on the ground, and opened her mouth with some curiosity.

"I'm sorry, I'm an orphan and I don't have any other relatives."

Mochizuki looked at the woman in front of her, and there was no reaction from top to bottom, if she was a sister to her, she would be a little sensitive.

"Who are you?"

Mochizuki controlled the flames and encircled the woman inside, Hikaru Midorikawa hurriedly stepped back, just now he tried it with a branch, obviously he couldn't feel the temperature, but the branch turned into powder as soon as it touched.

"You're not going to burn her, that's proof."

"How can it be burned to death, this is a cold flame, it will only freeze her into bone slag."

Mochizuki continued to direct the flames to approach as she spoke, and the woman trembled like a sieve, and fainted with a roll of her eyes, and of course, before that, she also contributed a high-decibel scream, waking up the sleeping guests in the castle not far away.

Mochizuki sneered, I didn't see you so timid when I killed someone, where is this!

After this toss, it was already dark outside, and Mochizuki and Midorikawa Hikaru carried the woman out of the woods quickly, and waited outside the castle for the disheveled guests inside to come out.

"I'll withdraw first."

Hikaru Midorikawa leaned the person against the pillar and immediately ran in the other direction, Mochizuki nodded boredly, she also wanted to go back to sleep.

"Mochizuki, who is this person?"

Matsumoto Kiyoshi rubbed his eyebrows, he had been working at a high intensity since he arrived on this island, and now he was going to have a nervous breakdown.

"Murderer."

Mochizuki revealed the woman's face, and the people around him let out a burst of exclamation, and Matsumoto Kiyocho was also full of surprise.

"She, she's your ......"

Matsumoto Kiyoshi wanted to speak again and again, this can't be Mochizuki's twin sisters, they look exactly the same.

"Well, can I see her face?"

Kudo Yukiko stared at the sleeping woman's face, as if she had discovered a new world, she had learned makeup from a teacher when she was an actress, and she could modify her face and turn herself into another person, but she had never tried to make a new face like this.

"What's wrong with her face?"

Mochizuki sat on the lawn, regardless of whether there was dew on it or not, she was seriously overdrawn now.

"It's a fake face."

Kudo Yukiko stretched out a finger and put it to her mouth and said mysteriously, and when everyone's eyes were focused on her, she walked to the woman's side as if her plan had succeeded, groping slightly on the woman's face, Mochizuki only heard a stabbing sound, and a piece of skin was peeled off.

"How?"

Kudo Yukiko crossed her waist, looking quite proud, Kudo Shinichi covered her eyes, and her mother was about to fly into the sky with a sense of anger.

Last night, he actually lost to physiological needs, and obviously said that he would always pay attention to the progress of the case, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he was here.

"Mom, why did I fall asleep last night, did you make a ghost?"

Kudo Shinichi pulled his mother over one by one and gave the space to Matsumoto Kiyocho.

Kudo Yukiko smiled a little weakly, Shinichi was so good at tossing that she had to accept Sharon's advice and give him a little sleep aid.

"Mochizuki, take her to Oda Kiritoshiya's room first, and this thing, you must keep it, the Metropolitan Police Department's ship will arrive soon, and then we will interrogate her."

Matsumoto Kiyocho took out an evidence bag, put the human skin mask torn off by Yukiko Kudo and kept it close to his body, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the woman, and walked to Oda Kiritoshiya's room first.

Now there was only one person there, and he was a little worried, there was no doubt about the case now, and there was no doubt that the murderer was coming for Mochizuki.

The woman who was caught could not be the mastermind, everyone on the island was suspicious, but fortunately, Mochizuki's suspicion was gone, and Minister Odakiri's son was not dead.

The rest of the matter is still handed over to the upcoming public security, and he must take a few days off when he goes back this time to settle down.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kudo."

Mochizuki said hello to the mother and son who were glaring at each other, and as soon as he picked up the woman and pulled her into the room, he encountered many obstacles on the way, and Mochizuki went directly to him.

The woman had already woken up, but she had been pretending to be asleep, and she was pulled up from her arm, and her head hit the pillar, and she couldn't pretend anymore, so she simply stood up straight and followed Mochizuki forward.

In Toshiya Oda's room, Renzaburo Shiratori is studying the jade hanging from Oda Kiri's neck, making sure that what he saw last night is not a hallucination.

The original white and flawless jade was wrapped with brown-black silk threads, and the white bird rubbed it with his fingers, the silk threads had become a texture with the jade, which looked inexplicably a little weird, and the human figure in the middle of the jade also became clearer, and the small hole in the abdomen had fog coming out from time to time, and the mist kept circulating with a certain law, and every time it passed through a cycle, the wound in the abdomen would become a little smaller.

Shiratori still didn't believe in evil and opened the wounds on Oda Kiritsuya's body, and he did recover quickly, which didn't make sense at all, no wonder the old man transferred himself to the supernatural event processing department without saying a word, he originally planned to go to other departments.

"Shiratori, there's no anomaly here."

Kiyoshi Matsumoto led the people in, Mochizuki followed behind him, and the door to the room was locked, blocking all those who wanted to peep.

"Everything is normal, Mr. Odakiri's recovery is also very good, and there is a real possibility that he will wake up in the afternoon."

Shiratori Ren Saburo cut his hair, returned to his personable appearance, and nodded to Mochizuki reservedly, he was also going to be promoted to the police department, but the above suddenly suppressed his promotion report, and now if you want to be promoted, you have to wait for this Mochizuki police officer to move the nest first.

Mochizuki glanced at Shiratori, found a corner and sat down to meditate silently, Shiratori looked at Matsumoto Kiyocho, is this the same as this officer usually in the police station?

Matsumoto Kiyoshi waved his hand, Mochizuki was still quite normal at the police station, except for liking to arrive late and leave early, there was nothing wrong with the others.

The two sat on the edge of Toshiya Oda's bed, holding their mobile phones and chatting with each other, while Mochizuki was immersed in his mind and checked the movements of the little paper man.

In the dimly lit corridor, a small paper figure looked around the corner a little obscenely, and after making sure that no one appeared, he quickly ran to the room at the end of the corridor.

The little paper figure skillfully crawled in through the crack in the door, shook off the ashes on his body, and began to observe with a swagger.

After determining the goal, while the drinkers on the sofa were not paying attention, he climbed into the cabinet with a puff of smoke and hid in the bookcase used to decorate the house, blending in with the colorful books.

Mochizuki in the room slowly opened her eyes, and knew that the dead old man who gave herself a business card on the cruise ship was not well-intentioned, but she didn't expect to be so ruthless, and she didn't dig up his ancestral grave.

Kenzo Kashiyama was holding the flute he had stolen last night, and he was studying it carefully with a magnifying glass in his hand, and he had long taken the words of Ireland as a deaf ear, and instead of a look of fear, his face became very confident.