The start is Koga Ninja

Chapter 80 The Old Demon

In a Japanese-style garden, next to a pool, a frightened deer kept tilting after filling it with water. When the water was poured out, it returned to its original position instantly, and the bottom hit the rock.

clang--!
The sound of bamboo knots hitting the rocks was heard, frightening away the birds on the eaves.

This is a private house, the courtyard stands in a greenery, as if swallowed by the woods, it should be in a certain mountain.

The quiet and simple portal stands quietly in the mountains and fields. The trees on both sides and the portal at the end complement each other, creating an ethereal and Zen feeling.

The courtyard is quiet and profound.

There is a piece of white sand, green moss on the blue stone, and bamboo shadows dancing on the white wall.

The courtyard is gloomy and gloomy, with lush and tall trees and low and scattered shrubs in the courtyard.

The corridor in the courtyard inherited the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. On the bamboo floor, there was a regular tapping of the cane.

Standing on the corridor is a bearded old man with a hunched back, his every move is as slow as waking up from a dream in a lifetime.

This person, leaning on crutches, was walking slowly down the corridor step by step.

Moving forward slowly for a while, he came to a door and gently opened the door with paper on the square window lattice.

The light coming through the window is speckled in the house, and the dark atmosphere around is fascinating.

The old man walked into the room slowly, and sat cross-legged, his face was mottled and time-worn, and it was full of indifference that had been kneaded by the years.

He squirmed his dry and old lips, and called softly: "The patriarch..."

After calling out, the old man didn't move any more. He saw the tatami mat on the floor in front of him, lying on his back with a thin quilt covering his body.

Because there was paper on the window lattice and there was not much light coming through the window, no one could see clearly what the person lying on the tatami looked like in the dark room.

Only the general outline of this person can be seen clearly. This person is naked, his body is skinny, like skin and bones, but the texture of his skin is as rough as sandpaper. It can be judged that this person is not young.

The fingertips of a sleeping person are all long and sharp like fangs, like wild beasts.

A head of white hair, at least three feet long, was randomly scattered on his face, making it difficult for people to see his true face.

At first glance, it looks like a withered ghost that only crawled back to the human world from the underworld, or an old demon that is shackled by the body and sleeps but can feed on human flesh.

Look at the man lying down with a breathing mask on his face, and next to him is a large breathing oxygen concentrator. The sound of the mechanical operation is inaudible, and the liquid in the filter bottle is bubbling like boiling water.

Even though the old man called him "Clan Leader", the sleeping man remained motionless, snoring loudly from his mouth and nose.

And the old man was like a pious believer, he only called out, then stopped talking, and waited motionlessly...

For a moment, it seemed that the person known as the patriarch had no intention of waking up.

Frightened deer in the courtyard, full of water and noise!
clang clang...

Like a wooden fish knocked by an old monk, it is emitted from time to time.

The old man was silent and waited patiently for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, the man who seemed to be sleeping soundly seemed to have broken free from a nightmare, and he stood up half-lying in an instant, with his long white hair covering his face.

In the dark and unclear room, at first glance, only one eye of this person can be seen in the darkness, and that is an eyeball that makes people feel palpitations.

Just one glance at the eyes hidden in the white hair is terrifying and inexplicable, as if there is too much resentment hidden in the pupils.

It seems that when wandering alone, I met a fierce ghost who was looking for his life. Only monsters and ghosts can have such eyes!

The man's voice came through the oxygen mask: "How is it?"

"People have been sent to contact the suspected remnant of Koga."

"I don't care who he is, since he knows the Jiahe movement, it must have something to do with the Jiahe clan!
Regardless of whether it is a misjudgment or wishful thinking, as long as it has something to do with Koga, you will go find him for me. Regardless of whether he knows it or not, you must dig deep and bring me the secret treasure of the Koga clan! "

"Yes!" The old man nodded.

boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the person who had just woken up seemed to be pulled back into a deep sleep by the shackles of his body in the next moment. He fell into darkness and lay down on the tatami, making a deep sleep sound from his mouth.

It gives people the illusion that the last moment was just sleepwalking and raving.

Seeing that the man fell into a deep sleep again, the old man picked up the crutch beside him, leaned on the wooden crutch, stood up with difficulty, walked out of the room tremblingly, and slowly closed the door, everything returned to darkness again.

the other side……

Osaka City Police Department, interrogation room.

Liu Fang was sitting at a desk. He looked much calmer at this time, and no longer had the murderous intent he had when facing the camera.

On the opposite side, there was a person sitting. This person was about 30 years old with a grim face. He was taking notes with a ballpoint pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Liu Fang's first impression of this person was that he was unkempt, with disheveled hair, unshaven beard, and yellowed and blackened collar.

He smoked a cigarette and took long puffs of it while writing furiously to record his confession.

The man's bloodshot eyeballs were filled with tiredness. Looking at his scrawled confession, he couldn't help but frown and sighed helplessly: "Mr. Liu Fang, is that all you can say?"

The policeman was obviously not very satisfied. After all, the situation Liu Fang explained was exactly the same as the live broadcast record they watched, and there was no discrepancy at all.

"It's difficult. By the way, can you tell me how you found the car abandoned by the murderer?"

Liu Fang didn't hide anything: "I have an unusual sense of smell. I locked them through the scent left behind, and found them along the scent?"

"How to prove it?" The man looked at Liu Fang suspiciously.

"You should have been drinking last night, alcohol mixed with the smell of carbon dioxide, it should be beer.

Moreover, there seems to be a smell of perfume on your body, but it is the smell of women's perfume. This smell is not only on you, but also in the police station! "

"Okay, okay, that's enough, you don't need to say anything." The man interrupted immediately. After all, he did go out for a drink last night, and he took a married woman out with him. The two of them were colleagues...

Immediately the person said: "The two samurai swords given to you by the murderer have been tested.

If there are no other clues, please sign here. "The man immediately took the transcript he had written and handed it to Fang Liu.

Liu Fang frowned: "No, don't you have any clues?
At least there's surveillance or something!"

During the interrogation of this person, Liu Fang had already learned from the few words he said that although the police began to search for traces of native Ruisui, there was no news yet.

"We are working hard to find a way. All the surveillance equipment along the route the murderer took away the woman had been destroyed overnight. The other party obviously had a premeditated plan."

Hearing this, Liu Fang felt depressed, and thought to himself that these people are impeccable in their work.

But it also means that the police may have made no progress in finding the trace of Native Mizuho.

(End of this chapter)