Looking at the news from Lux, Yorkham Jones glanced at the starry sky outside the window and whispered:

"After dealing with this matter, within Ijohnson, there is only the main quest left..."

After thinking about it, Yorkham Jones replied with a message:

"The light will judge. ”

In the sound of the reading aloud, the morning light representing life shrouded the starry sky, and the time passed twelve o'clock in the evening, and in the thick of the night, the Yorkham Jones family fell asleep.

...

Sunday, December 22, 7 a.m.

In Room 102 of the low building, Hemingway Hale was tidying up the house, and he cleaned it very cleanly, and he had to wipe every grain of dust several times.

The quilt on the bed was folded by him and placed in the cupboard, and the clothes were also put into the folding box by him, and he seemed to be ready to go out.

Hemingway Hale is a very special person, as can be seen in the style of his clothes.

With the exception of two outfits of the Light Cultist, all of his clothes were of the same style, worn on his body, not at all like a butcher, but more like an artist.

After cleaning up the bedroom, Hemingway Hale went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, there was no meat in it, it was all vegetarian, perhaps no one would have imagined that the most famous butcher in a few streets was actually a vegetarian.

After eating a few simple cereals, Hemingway Hale recited a "Sacred Book of Light", and when he had finished it, he walked towards the door.

Walking to the door and opening the door, Hemingway Hale turned around and looked at the house he had just cleaned up, and after carefully checking it a few times, he walked back and wiped off the few particles of dust on the ground before walking out of the small building.

It didn't rain today, but it was very cold, and the grass and trees on the side of the road had already frosted, and the clusters were like beautiful white gems.

With a shudder, Hemingway Hale walked slowly towards his shop.

Hemingway Hale would smile politely every time he met someone, he was very popular, and basically everyone he met would greet him.

Walking into the store, opening the freezer, and looking at the fresh carcasses of cattle and sheep, Hemingway Hale's eyes suddenly appeared bloodthirsty and crazy, but as he recited "The Temple of Light" again, these sinful emotions disappeared.

"The last day of work. ”

With a whisper, Hemingway Hale picked up the machete, and as blood splattered like flowers, the best butcher shop within a few streets began the busy day.

...

Perhaps because of the cold weather, it wasn't until 9.30 a.m. that the Yorkham Jones family woke up one after another.

Running out of the bedroom, she immediately jumped on the high stool and opened the window.

Bursts of cold wind immediately whistled into the house.

Yorkham Jones bore the brunt of the attack, and immediately shuddered, and shouted:

"Shut up!

"A transcendent being is afraid of the cold!" Cutie glared at once, but obediently closed the window.

Looking at the hoarfrost on the wicker in the distance, Qin Jing immediately turned around and said:

"Jones, it's so cold today! In this kind of weather, children are very easy to get sick, so you can cook today!"

Then, Qin Jing sighed at the window.

As the clouds of white mist condensed and dissipated on the glass window, the little cutie immediately 'giggled' and laughed.

Listening to the laughter, Yorkham Jones immediately glared at it and muttered:

"It's so easy to be a child..."

Yumi next to him immediately replied:

"In the eyes of children, it is not as simple as hazing, the white mist gathers and disperses, and what you see is a world. ”

"So, you're a kid too~"

Laughing and rubbing Yomi's belly, Yorkham Jones headed for the kitchen.

After a few minutes, seeing that Yorkham Jones was busy, Yomi jumped up next to him a few times, and laughed the same way.

...

In the Ijohnson Police Headquarters, Shinichi Kaneda and Paber were also looking at the hoarfrost outside the window, and at this moment, their hearts were also as cold as hoarfrost.

"We seem to have gone in the wrong direction, nine people have died now, but the 'Heart Digger' is still hiding in the city..."Looking at the white mist-shrouded sky, Paber suddenly sighed.

"Then clear the fog and go through the case again. ”

As soon as Kaneda replied, he returned to the table and rummaged through it.

Then Paber got busy.

When busy, time often flies quickly, and Kaneda Shinichi and Paber don't stop what they do until the smell of rice arrives.

After taking the boxed lunch from outside the door and taking two bites briefly, Paber said:

"I even suspect that there are two people who dig hearts, and the previous dead were all randomly selected, but this time the nine people who died, each of them was burdened with many sins..."

"Take the banker as an example, if it weren't for the appearance of the 'heart digger', I don't know how long it would have been before I found out that he had built a welfare home for street children, and it was actually for a special fetish..."

"No, not two people. ”

Shaking his head, Kaneda Shinichi patted the dumb hair on the top of his head, and said:

"The modus operandi is completely the same, and even if it is a copy, it cannot be so similar. ”

As he spoke, Kaneda Shinichi immediately thought of Yorkham Jones's hateful smile, then clenched his fists and continued:

"The 'Heart-Digger' must have evolved, and his mind has gained some kind of faith or power, so the dead this time are all deserving people. ”

Paber ate a few more bites of food and picked up a piece of paper full of notes:

"Based on the profile and tracing, we deduced that he was a light believer and worked as a surgeon or artist, but after half a month of investigation, we still didn't have any clues..."

Kaneda Shinichi didn't reply, he put down the lunch box in his hand, and closed his eyes and thought about it.

In Kaneda Shinichi's mind, all the memories are divided into small grids by him, and when he needs something, the memories will appear in his mind like a movie, and he examines all the memories like a god, and under such a vision, every detail will be seen clearly by him.

In addition, Shinichi Kaneda has another talent, and that is to never forget.

Countless memories flashed back, and the picture suddenly froze on the picture of shopping with Yorkham Jones the other day.

In the picture, Hemingway Hale is wielding a knife to cut beef, blood is sprinkled like holy light, his eyes are full of piety, he is like a saint, it seems that cutting meat is not cutting meat, but something worthy of being taken seriously with his life.

"Artistic..."

Muttering, Shinichi Kaneda replayed his memory again.

In the picture, he sees Yorkham Jones asking 'Hemingway Hale' if he really believes in light, and Hemingway Hale's eyes are also full of piety, but there is also a repentance and even madness in piety.

"Believers of Light..."

Then, Shinichi Kaneda turned his attention to Hemingway Helche's piece of meat, and Shinichi Kaneda looked at it over and over again, from noon to night, and then he discovered something.

"It's so exquisite, every knife is the same, every cut of meat is the same... With each swing of the knife, the tendons, bones, and flesh are perfectly separated, just like a natural slaughterer. ”

After thinking about everything, Kaneda Shinichi immediately opened his eyes and ran out of the police office.