In a simple rental apartment, in a room without lights, the bright moonlight crept up Shirakawa's face through the window, illuminating the diary reflected by his pupils.

He did not hesitate to use primary identification on it.

[Item: A diary]

[Identification results: A diary from Kuragi Shirakawa's hand, which recorded some information]

[Evaluation: Writing such a diary, are you a pervert?] 】

Shirakawa's eyes were full of surprise.

The owner of this diary turned out to be really Kuraki Shirakawa!!

In other words, the original body really had a motive to kill Suzume?

Or rather, not motives, but possibilities!

Because he had been planning for a long time, and wanted to do a perfect crime.

But how does this explain that he fainted on Suzume's bed?

How can a murderer commit a crime and wait for punishment on the spot?

No, it can't be.

If the diary is true, the letter is definitely fake.

However, the performance of the previous female pig's feet clearly shows that the letter is true.

That can only mean that the diary is indeed from Kuraki Shirakawa, but there must be some hidden clues in the middle, and I didn't get it.

Shirakawa brainstormed, sorted out all the clues, peeled back the cocoon, and got a small probability.

Could it be that the original person suffers from multiple personality schizophrenia?

This is the only way to explain why the characters in letters and diaries are so different when they have the same handwriting.

A teenager who is hell-bent on being loved, and a psychopath who is hell-bent on killing.

Shirakawa remembered a homicide he had solved.

All the evidence pointed to the suspect, but the suspect flatly denied it, resolutely refused to admit that he had committed the crime, and even if he tested it with a lie detector, he could not see any problems.

Later, a professional psychiatric psychologist hired by the police performed deep hypnosis on the suspect, only to discover that he had a hidden split personality.

And the murderer is his other personality.

Shirakawa is now a little worried that this is the case for him, and the problem will be troublesome.

What if you don't cross through completely enough, and there is another personality in your body?

Is that waiting for yourself to fall asleep, and another personality will suddenly wake up?

This may also explain why I don't have a memory of my original body.

Because half of the original bodies didn't die at all!

I crossed over to a psychiatric guy, oh no, a mentally ill guy.

This is the biggest ancillary of the year.

Feeling apprehensive, Shirakawa decided to order a pinhole camera to install in his bedroom.

He wanted to see if he really had such a terrible personality.

If so, then you have to go to a psychiatrist or psychiatrist.

It happened to be the weekend, and Shirakawa finished washing up, went downstairs to shop, and walked two blocks before finding an electronics store.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the pot-bellied middle-aged boss opened the door and found a teenager waiting in the wind.

Is it for the latest fruit phone on the market?

The middle-aged boss thought that there were indeed a few teenagers who looked stupid and had a lot of money to ask two days ago, and he also inertia included Shirakawa as one of them, and said with a smile,

"Young man, you came early, and it was a coincidence, I just had what you wanted."

Hey? Can the boss still be unpredictable?

I can't see that you are mediocre and have mastered the art of mind reading.

Bai Chuan complained in surprise in his heart, his expression was still quite polite, "That's great, boss." ”

"Wait, I'll show you and try the feel."

Pinhole camera, do you want to try the feel?

Boss, did you misunderstand something?

Bai Chuan glanced suspiciously at the enthusiastic middle-aged boss, who had already taken out a brand-new fruit mobile phone from the cabinet behind him and handed it to Bai Chuan, with a show off look in his eyes,

"I'm the only one on the whole street, if you buy online, you may also buy fakes, only I have genuine products here, don't ask me for a discount, I'm clearly marked with a price, not discounted."

"Well, boss, I don't buy a phone, I want to buy a camera."

Shirakawa did not take the freshly baked fruit machine, but explained the true intention.

The middle-aged boss's face changed slightly, probably from the expression of being about to slaughter a lamb to the expression of being surprised that the lamb was about to eat meat.

"Camera?"

"Yes, it's better to be pinholed, not easy to detect."

Shirakawa said without changing his face, as if he was talking about a normal thing.

The middle-aged boss looked at Bai Chuan suspiciously, no matter from head to toe, a young man with a student temperament would actually buy a pinhole camera.

Is it true that people are not allowed to look like?

The middle-aged boss bowed slightly, "You are in the right place, in the whole street, only I have this kind of ultra-clear pinhole camera." ”

Tsk, this line is a little familiar, boss, don't you change your words?

Shirakawa looked at the middle-aged boss with a smile, and the boss turned around and pulled out a packaging box with a scantily clad beautiful girl pattern from the glass drawer at the bottom of the cabinet.

At first glance, it looks very unserious.

"That's what you want, right?"

The boss had a look on his face that I understood.

Shirakawa took the box, didn't care about the pompous packaging, opened it to check the camera, the pinhole camera like a button, small and exquisite.

There is also an instruction manual next to it, which is very simple to install and can be connected directly to the mobile phone so that you can see the contents of the camera at any time.

"Fool-proof installation, whether you want to hide in a toilet drawer box or a bear doll to give away, will not be discovered."

The boss raised an eyebrow, then added, "But if you are caught, you can't say that you bought it from me, I am also a person who wants fame." ”

Hehe.

Shirakawa sneered inwardly, and then asked,

"How's the nighttime imaging?"

"Needless to say, of course it's high-definition."

The boss swallowed the code word in his stomach and did not say it, repeatedly assuring that no matter how dim the environment was, he could still shoot clearly, unless it was completely dark, but the sound could also be recorded.

Shirakawa listened very heartily, this is what he needs.

It seems that the boss's initial statement was not wrong.

"How much?"

“49999。”

"Get a discount."

"There is no discount on the price."

Shirakawa turned around and left, without any nostalgia.

The middle-aged boss immediately stopped him, "Young man, I see that you are very similar to my son, very kind, give you a 20% discount." ”

"Tsk, I suspect you're scolding me."

Shirakawa turned his head, "How much is it?" ”

"20% off, 39999, there's nothing cheaper, you can't buy it all over the street."

The boss looked determined.

Bai Chuan swept the boss's face suspiciously, and then saw a four-year-old child walking out of the electronics shop, rubbing his sleepy eyes, snot still hanging on his face, and asked in a milky voice,

"Dad, did you call me?"

Shirakawa was sure that this childish boy did not resemble himself for half a dime, except for his gender.

The middle-aged boss pushed his son into the room with an embarrassed face, "Go and go, go to your mother, and hinder your father's business early in the morning." ”

"Boss, 29999, if you don't sell it, I'll change it."

Shirakawa doesn't talk much with the boss either, everyone is an insider.

The middle-aged boss rubbed his eyebrows, "Young man, go to the next one and take a look, how can you bargain like this, the Obasan in the vegetable market is not as good as you." ”

"Okay."

Shirakawa turned around, once again showing no nostalgia.

At the same time, the heart counts.

5，4，3，2，1。

"Good! 29999, take it away, take it away. ”

The middle-aged boss said bitterly.

Bai Chuan always felt that he still lost so many hundred million points, which is the disadvantage of bargaining.

Obviously, the price is half, as long as the boss is willing to sell, he still feels that he is losing.

At this point, Shirakawa's apartment ushered in the first high-tech device, a pinhole camera.

When I returned to the apartment, I happened to see another man from Mrs. Suzume's house being dragged out.

This is already the 6th place this month.

Shirakawa quietly gave him a shot of identification.