Gao Lun Hotel.

After eating a hearty breakfast together, Meiya took the 50,000 yen taxi fare that Zhang Jiao gave her, and left the hotel happily, ready to go to school with her classmates.

Zhang Jiao glanced at the figure of the girl leaving, and after recalling her little tiger tooth a little, he pressed the bell lightly, called the waiter, and asked him to clean up the table after breakfast, and began to prepare for his mission.

In front of him, a thick stack of newspapers lay on the table. After a little flipping, he found that these newspapers included most of the local newspapers that had been circulated for nearly a week, covering everything from local people's livelihood and sports to the development of the entire Dongying economy.

That's exactly what he had told him to do last night when he checked into what claims to be the most luxurious hotel in Hiroshima Prefecture.

The hotel staff did a very good job, and the newspapers were not only sorted by date type, but also looked like they were freshly printed, without the slightest trace of flipping through them.

It can only be said that Yukichi Fukuzawa really deserves to be one of the most powerful figures in Dongying. (Note: Yukichi Fukuzawa is the figure printed on the largest currency denomination of Toei.) ）

Zhang Jiao took a sip of the tea next to him, and the cup of tea soup brewed through a series of cumbersome procedures was drunk by him, like a cow chewing a peony.

If such an act is seen by the tea master, it will be considered the greatest insult to him.

Zhang Jiao naturally did not have this kind of awareness, he flipped through the newspaper, swept through the contents of the cabinet, the economy, and the like, and focused on the various local gossip reported in the newspaper.

This rummaging really made him detect a lot of clues.

During this period of time, there were noticeable increase in the number of missing person notices in Hiroshima Prefecture, and there were more than a dozen vicious murders, especially the "murderous ghost" incident that was prevalent in Fuchu City, which caused even more panic. So much so that the local Metropolitan Police Department had to hold a press conference, like all the citizens bowing and promising that they would definitely arrest their criminals.

After carefully flipping through all the reports on this case, Zhang Jiao carefully ticked a circle in the newspaper with his pen.

Among the various newspapers placed in front of him, he had already picked out one newspaper, all of which were outlined in large circles, and these were all places where he thought there were side quests.

Time kept passing, and after more than three hours, Zhang Jiao, who had finally finished reading, stretched his waist, he wrote down all the places he had ticked out on the newspaper, and was ready to wait to buy a newspaper and plan where to start first.

Jing Xin knew that he didn't plan to contact him immediately, and this mission was obviously much more difficult than the previous one, so he should try and dig more while he still had time at the beginning, so that the evaluation could be higher when he settled.

Hiroshima Prefecture, Fuchu City.

A taxi pulled up on the side of the road and opened the door, and Zhang Jiao stepped down amid the honorifics of an elderly driver in his sixties.

He calculated the price slightly, and suddenly felt a pain in his flesh, even if the money was not earned by him, it did not affect him in the slightest.

No wonder the social animals would rather get up early to squeeze the tram than call a taxi. At this price, there is no gold mountain at home, which is really bearable!"

He complained to himself, just like an ordinary foreign traveler, and began to wander around Fuchu City, slowly approaching the place where the rumored "murderer" incident took place, Asama Shrine.

When he read the newspaper in the morning, he found out that according to the first incident, there would be a victim every seven days. In terms of time, today is exactly another seven days, so he came here first.

However, this kind of conclusion that can be drawn with a little careful observation will naturally not be discovered only by Zhang Jiao.

Nearby, the Metropolitan Police Department's vehicles occupied the main traffic arteries early, patrolling all the vehicles and people. A number of reporters with long guns and short guns gathered on the sidelines with excitement on their faces, and several mystery enthusiasts dressed like Mori Gorou were gathering together, excitedly talking about their conjectures.

"Kill for love, take revenge on the gangsters, and even the bigfoot savages in the mountains of Dongli go out to kill people?"

An unruly detective casually walked past them, his nostrils almost reaching the sky after hearing their discussion.

"What a bunch of. Dongli Mountain is only 800 meters high, if there were really wild people, they would have been discovered a long time ago and grabbed to open an exhibition and sell tickets, and they could still be allowed to come out and kill people?"

He shook his head disdainfully, and his face grew more depressed.

"With so many people gathered here, will the real murderer come? As long as he is a normal person, after seeing this situation here, he will definitely not appear again. ”

"If he doesn't show up, when will he become a detective?"

Just as he was feeling sorry for himself and occasionally showing a smirk from his dreams, two Honda cars slowly drove near Asama Shrine.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a briefcase in a formal suit quickly got out of the car, trotted towards the Metropolitan Police Department's vehicle, and then took out an official document from the document bag.

"Special order, now here is our Public Security Department to take over, you are responsible for assisting. ”

After carefully reading the instruction book, the captain of the Metropolitan Police Department called the hall uncertainly and asked, then hurriedly stood upright and bowed.

"Kenta Hondo, follow your instructions. ”

The man waved his hand and whispered a few words in his ear, and Kenta Hondo immediately trotted back to the car, ready to act.

Twenty minutes later, the white and blue cordon was pulled out around Asama Shrine, and at the same time drove away the idlers who were wandering the place.

Many reporters and detectives who waited for most of the day but were kicked out expressed their dissatisfaction, but Kenta Hondo's attitude was extremely tough, and there was no room for concessions.

This time it was a task issued by the Public Security Department, and it was not a petty fight like the Metropolitan Police Department.

The onlookers were helpless, so they could only disperse unwillingly, and a few reasoning enthusiasts were even more resentful, but when they saw the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department raising the batons in their hands, they still smiled and immediately dispersed. There are only a few reporters who are still not giving up, quietly circling around, to see if there is an opportunity to take a few latest photos.

With such a big move by the Metropolitan Police Department, it is definitely worth taking the risk of tracking down.

In the Honda car, as the officers of the Metropolitan Police Department began their big moves, a man sitting in the back of the car, about fifty or sixty years old, with neat hair, quietly turned his head and said to the two monks sitting in the back seat.

"Master Kukai, is it really useful for us to do this? He pointed to the cordon outside, and said with some uncertainty, "I mean, don't you really startle the snake?"

Kukai whispered a Buddha name, and the monk who sat next to him, who was six points similar to him, but much younger, took over, "Chiyo-sama, please rest assured, this is just to prevent ordinary people from entering, not to block the ghosts that appear in the future." ”

"Oh, I see, then I'll trouble Master Kukai, you father and son, and I'll thank you on behalf of the citizens of Fuchu City. As he spoke, he bent down deeply.

"Don't dare to be, destroying demons and demons is the foundation of my Lotus Sect's cultivation. The young monk on the side immediately bowed in return, and on the left half of his body, a string of huge Buddha beads rattled.

When the sun sets, the moon is already shining on the earth.

Cool and shiny.

Because of the fact that several lives have been lost in a row, and now it is sealed off by the Metropolitan Police Department, it is even more sparsely populated.

"Do you think it's okay here? I always feel a little unsafe, Yamada-kun, why don't we change positions, if that perverted murderer does show up, our position will really be dead. ”

After hearing what the man called Yamada-kun said, he looked up and suddenly felt that this place was a little unsafe.

He changed the shoulder of the camera and whispered, "Okay, then let's change places, be careful not to let the black dogs of the Metropolitan Police Department see it." ”

After saying that, he bent his waist and walked cautiously to the other corner of Asama Shrine. As soon as he took two steps, he felt that something was wrong, what about Miyato-kun?

He turned his head to look back, only to see Miyato pointing in the direction to the left like a little chick pinched by the neck, and making a uh-uh-uh sound from his mouth.

He turned to look, only to see the entrance of the side hall of Asama Shrine, the gloomy atmosphere was permeated, and there was a gust of wind blowing at the dark doorway, and a ghost fire burning in the forest, far taller than ordinary people, slowly walked out in the moonlight.

The Notai knife it slung across its waist slumped to the ground, making a clattering sound.

Beneath the rusty ghost face, two dark purple sparks lit up.

"Hell!"

Looking at the fantastic scene in front of them, the two people who sneaked in suddenly screamed, and immediately threw down the camera in their hands and ran away, shouting frantically.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

Gu Zu heard the sound and looked over, its tall figure flashing in the moonlight, and then tightly attached to the two people who had fled.

Click!

The wild knife on his waist was then unsheathed, and it held the nearly human-tall wild knife with both hands, and randomly pulled out a round of knife flowers, and the cold and bright blade drew an arc in the moonlight, as if a bright moon rose on the ground.

Bright and deadly!

Gong Teng, who was running in front, was stunned, a huge knife mark cracked from the top of his head, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground in half, and the corpse seemed to have been sucked away from the flesh and blood, and quickly became shriveled, as if it had been dried for a long time.

With a touch of blood on the blade, and then put the knife into the sheath, the whole process is incomparably smooth and freehand, with an indescribable cruel beauty.

"Slash!"

The sound of bone scraping against each other came out of its mouth.

Yamada-kun looked at this terrifying scene, and suddenly let out a cry of horror and despair as if a delicate girl had encountered a dozen hooligans.

"Not good!"

The two monks sitting in the Toyota car with their eyes closed and chanting immediately opened their eyes, looked at the place where the screams came from, and immediately pulled their feet and ran wildly.

When they arrived, they saw a ghostly body bathed in the moonlight on the bluestone road outside the shrine, and it slowly put its knife into its sheath.

Scattered beneath his feet were two shriveled corpses that had been split in half.

It looked at the two monks rushing towards it, and the faint purple phosphorescence light under the ghost's face shone brighter and brighter.

"Two slashes!"