"Ah, the legend is true, the Kiritengu killed someone!"

As soon as Mochizuki stepped on the steps, a frightened monk rushed out of the temple, muttering that the Misty Tengu had killed someone.

"What's going on here?"

Midorikawa Hikaru grabbed the little monk and asked about the situation, while Mochizuki walked directly to the temple.

The whole temple is made of wood, and although it looks black, it is very ancient.

In addition, the waterfall that flows down from the top of the mountain and the scattered mountain cherry blossoms around it make it look like a fairyland.

Mochizuki secretly rejoiced and reached for the noisy room.

When I looked up, there was a male corpse hanging on the high beam, and a large hole was broken in the wall of the corridor.

Mochizuki took out her mobile phone a little melancholy, and contacted Officer Twilight of the search class, the frequency of encountering cases recently seems to be a bit high, could it be that her aura of death has finally been activated.

"Who are you, get out of here quickly."

Monk Tianyong had a gloomy old face, and was about to let someone take his granddaughter down to rest, but when he turned around, he saw a strange woman looking at the big hole in the wall with interest.

"I'm Officer Mochizuki of the Paranormal Incident Handling Department, and I'm here to investigate the legend of the Foggy Tengu."

Mochizuki said righteously with the police manual, and Hikaru Midorikawa, who followed behind, covered his face a little helplessly, how could he not have found that Officer Mochizuki was so good at telling lies before.

"What a foggy tengu, we don't know anything about it."

Monk Tianyong picked up the broom by the door and wanted to drive people out, but was stopped by Hikaru Midorikawa.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Monk Tianyong suffered a dark loss, hiding in the door, but he didn't dare to come out.

"If you attack the police, I can take you all away now."

Mochizuki hooked his little finger at the few people in the room, motioning for them to come out.

Originally, the scene of the crime was a little strange, and being tossed by this group of people is even stranger now.

"Officer, he can't kill himself, he said he's going to leave here with me."

The woman who was being protected by several people suddenly rushed out, grabbed Mochizuki's sleeve and cried.

Mochizuki turned to look at Midorikawa Hikari, so coincidentally, she was just about to help the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks get out of the sea of suffering, and the hero hung himself on the southeast branch.

"Whether it was a suicide or not, we will know after the police investigate, now all of you go to the reception room and wait for questioning, and the police will come here in a while."

Hikaru Midorikawa tore the woman's hand off Mochizuki's sleeve and looked at the torn cut speechlessly.

Officer Mochizuki's money on clothes is definitely a large part of his daily expenses, which is an average of one piece of clothing a day.

"Is there the smell of a foggy tengu here?"

Sending all the people in the temple back, Hikaru Midorikawa pulled Mochizuki to the corner and asked quietly.

"What a foggy tengu, look here, the traces on it are obviously man-made."

Mochizuki rolled her eyes as she pointed to the hole in the wall that had been clearly cut by an axe or something.

Feudal superstition can't be believed, boy!

The foggy dog is also a legendary species, and there is no reason to drill a dog hole specifically in order to hang this person.

Besides, the people who died in the legends are all beautiful women, this time I didn't catch the granddaughter who was as beautiful as a flower, but I caught a monk, I can't be jealous that someone has a wife, and I am a single dog!

"So it seems that the host here is the most suspicious?"

Hikaru Midorikawa touched the stubble on his chin, looked at the corpse hanging on the beam, and thought silently.

How did the prisoner get to this height?

The only thing in the whole room was a small window near the ceiling, and it was impossible for an adult to carry a corpse on his back through it.

When he came over just now, he asked about the monk named Mu Nian.

This room is dedicated to the practice of the temple, and is actually used to imprison monks who violate the rules of the temple.

So there is nothing here, even the walls are painted, just for fear that the monks who are locked here for reflection will climb the walls and escape.

With such a high distance, it is difficult to pull an adult man up with manpower alone.

Officer Twilight was as fast as ever, and after a carload of people got down, he separated the monks who were staying in the reception room and interrogated them one by one.

Mochizuki and Hikaru Midorikawa didn't need to stay here, so the two returned to the scene of the crime to check.

The survey of the house was over, and Mochizuki walked in directly, and the dust on the beams of the house was worn off except for the place where the rope had been hung, and the rest of the place was undamaged.

Apparently the body had been hung up all at once, and there was not even a trace of rope rubbing on the beams.

How did this old host do it?

Mochizuki leaned against the wall a little irritably, looking at the floating soul of the loyal monk, and the idea of cheating came spontaneously, so why don't you go over and ask directly.

"Wait, something seems wrong."

Hikaru Midorikawa pulled up Mochizuki, who was leaning against the wall, and stared at her arm.

"The humidity in this room seems to be a little wrong, even if there is a big hole, the moisture from the outside will drift in, but the walls can't be so damp."

Hikaru Midorikawa said, pointing to the wet marks on Mochizuki's arm, because the walls here are black, and they didn't find any problems on the walls.

The whole room seems to have been soaked in water, could it be that someone took advantage of the waterfall outside and hung people up?

"I remember you said when you came that the first time you met the host, he was repairing his rubber boat."

Mochizuki walked to the hole and was almost frightened by the old man.

It seems that in order to successfully marry his granddaughter to the heir of the great temple, he devised a rather ingenious murder method.

"Monk Tianyong, you are the one who killed Zhongnian."

Mochizuki looked at the fearless old host and said slowly in front of everyone.

"Nonsense, he obviously committed suicide, why do you say that I did it, what evidence do you have."

"The proof of this is these pieces of wooden planks, which you tape together and then lead the water from the ceiling window to the room where Master Zhongnian is practicing."

"You put Master Zhongnian on the rubber boat beforehand, and when the water level in the room rises to a suitable position, you hang him with a rope."

"Then how did I get out, I didn't stay in the room when I found the body."

"Of course it's through the window, you just have to take the plank away and you can easily get out of there."

"Not only that, but you also made a hole in the wall of the hallway, and the water in the whole room will tilt to any one wall if there is even the slightest crack, and I don't need to say what the result is!"

"It's all your guess, and no one can prove that I killed Zhongnian at all."

Monk Tianyong didn't cry when he didn't see the coffin, and he didn't admit his guilt when he held his neck.

"Actually, the evidence has already been in the hands of Officer Twilight, and there are definitely your fingerprints on it."

Hikaru Midorikawa pointed to the pieces and duct tape in the evidence bag, which he had spent a long time trying to find under the waterfall.

"Damn, whoever told him to break my granddaughter's marriage contract with the heir of the great temple, he should be damned, I'm not wrong."

With a wave of his hand, the two officers took away the unrepentant monk Tianyong, leaving only the crying granddaughter with a broken liver and intestines.

Yes, looking at the situation, she has to do it again, and it is estimated that it is a little difficult to talk about cooperation at present.