[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

This time, the package at the entrance of the police station was somewhat unexpected. It was a young girl whose body seemed to be well preserved.

And when they lifted the girl's blood-stained coat, they found that her uterus had been emptied.

"This is……"

The police were shocked again.

——These wounds were very subtle, and did not hurt other tissues deeply.

This deepened the speculation of the forensic doctor. He believed that such a sophisticated crime must be related to studying medicine or proficient in medical skills.

"This method...is really too cruel."

"Maybe the girl was still awake when she was doing this."

…………

The discussion of those people kept circling in Tsuruga Lian's mind, but he noticed another thing with bated breath.

"This time the uterus was removed..."

"Is there any connection between these things?"

Upon further investigation, they discovered that the victim was from the Tokyo University of the Arts.

Let the police find some people who are more familiar with this girl, and they learned some more reliable information through the transcripts.

"actually……"

A girl who had a good relationship with the victim hesitated for a while before speaking.

"what happened?"

Keenly feeling that something was wrong, Tsuruga Ren frowned and asked.

"Actually... Nanako's reputation is not very good." The girl said hesitantly, "She had contact with boys from several sports schools before... and she often borrowed money and didn't pay back..."

Tsuruga Lian understood from the girl's hesitant tone that this was definitely not just as simple as contact.

"Wait a minute."

Tsuruga Lian suddenly thought of something.

He turned and left the interrogation room.

That night, Tsuruga Lian stayed up all night to put together several photos and identity information for comparison.

——The name information is not related... It seems that everything is disordered, like killing people randomly...

However, he discovered one thing.

——The shocking secret hidden under all the messy information...!

"It turned out to be like this..."

The captain of the criminal police finally had a thawed smile on his face.

——The truth turned out to be like this...unexpectedly.

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In the dark night, a slender figure opened the door of a hidden exhibition room at Tokyo University of the Arts.

The black-haired boy in all black gave off an extremely depressing feeling.

The boy walked in step by step, carefully looking at his collection.

The brand new collection at the top is a fist-sized organ, well contained in a sealed box.

He raised his chin slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a sound of "pa--", he suddenly stretched out a hand and turned on all the lights!

The boy was still standing there obsessively looking at his collection, even if he heard the movement behind him, even if the sudden light flashed, he didn't turn his head to look at that person.

"I've been curious about this place from the very beginning."

Tsuruga Ren said to herself, "When I was investigating that girl, I also accidentally learned that Tokyo University of the Arts has an art exhibition room, which is dedicated to the exhibition of human organ models."

Tsuruga Lian glanced calmly at all the organs here. Except for the organs that were cut from the victims, he also saw some real models.

—— Enough to confuse the real with the fake.

Bloody and mixed together, it looks extremely hideous and terrifying.

The black-haired boy looked back at Tsuruga Ren, and suddenly smiled.

He casually lifted his overly long bangs and fixed them behind his ears, revealing those charming and slender eyes.

The original gloomy aura in him disappeared, replaced by that kind of strong self-confidence and conceited emotion.

Such a change surprised Tsun Helian.

——He thought about countless scenarios of meeting the young killer, but he didn't expect the young man to be very indifferent, waiting here like a hunter.

——He already knew that... I would come?

Thinking of this, Tsuruga Lian felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Tsuruga Lian touched the gun in her pocket, and asked lightly, "These organs make people feel very familiar, don't they?"

The black-haired boy's mouth curved slightly, "For example?"

"Actually, I've been thinking about what is the common connection of those victims? It looks disorderly, but there must be a hidden thread involved, because from the perspective of criminal profiling, you should not be the kind who randomly selects targets people."

"—Your actions are all with a strong purpose."

Tsuruga Lian stared at the young man with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"Finally I found out that those people all have a similar feature—"

"—they are all so-called... guilty people."

When he was analyzing, he took a quick step towards him without showing any trace, trying to restrain the boy.

However, the black-haired boy still stood there calmly at this moment, unmoved.

Tsuruga Lian had a bad premonition in her heart.

But it didn't take long before he felt dizzy, and the captain of the criminal police fell to the ground.

The black-haired boy took out a pocket watch, wiped it carefully, and checked the time.

"do you know?"

He smiled and said, "The moment I pushed open the door and turned on the switch to come in—"

"—It indicates that you will become my prey."

There was a little pity in his eyes.

"This game has been played for too long, and I'm a little bored, so I deliberately revealed some information..."

"I think it's almost time to start finishing."

He muttered to himself, and walked to the captain of the criminal police step by step.

Then he stretched out his hand, caressed the face of the captain of the criminal police who had started to stiffen, and touched his forehead with his cold lips.

"You're bound to be... the best, collectible."

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"Very good, click!!!——"

Ryuichi Onimura said excitedly, "Keep this motion still, I'm going to take some close-ups."

He looked extremely excited, because he felt that the atmosphere at this moment was so good.

The excited director didn't realize that all the staff present were silent and looked behind him.

It was a boy with rosy hair. He wore a white suit that was completely different from his immature appearance, but he gave off a sense of majesty as it should be.

"Well acted."

Akashi Seijuro smiled.

Beside him is a hale and hearty old man, even in the face of such a large shooting location, he is very indifferent, as if he is looking for someone.

After Song Yiran raised his head, he realized that it was... Seijuro Akashi and Mr. Akira Akutagawa...?

—how did they come?

Gui Shenglong frowned and looked at this rosy-haired boy, just about to ask the staff to drive these strangers out of the set, but the eye-catching hair color made him suddenly think of something...

——It seems that...the young son of the largest chaebol in Japan has such hair color?

Although the Akashi Zaibatsu where Akashi Seijuro works has not expanded in the entertainment industry, but with such financial resources, even people who have nothing to do with them will have heard of him, not to mention that this boy is the son of that behemoth. What about the sole heir?

Kisheng Ryuichi's lips moved, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Maybe you've been busy filming recently and didn't know something happened."

Akashi Seijuro said to Song Yiran, but his eyes were fixed on the man lying under Song Yiran just now, with a cold light in his eyes.

At this moment, Tsuruga Lian also raised her eyes, and their gazes collided. The young man who looked elegant and gentle, at this moment, had a murderous look in his eyes, like a man in human skin. beast.

But soon, Akashi Seijuro averted his gaze, looking as if nothing had happened, still so polite.His smile is gentle with alienation.

"whats the matter?"

Song Yiran asked.

Akashi Seijuro slightly raised his hand, and a bodyguard behind him took out a notebook and handed it to Song Yiran.

The sight of the black-haired boy was attracted. He saw a ball game that could be said to be a massacre...

The person in the field seemed to be from Futian High School, who was hanged and beaten by a street basketball team in the United States called Jabberwock.

In the end, Jabberwock's declaration as the captain made Song Yiran squint his eyes even more.

"Is this the strength of your Japanese basketball? Oh, it's nothing more than that."

The smile on the corner of the blond man's mouth showed a naughty curve.

"I also heard that in the Winter Cup, the biggest and most authoritative basketball game for Japanese teenagers, you were actually awarded the mvp by a Chinese student. Heh, an ordinary East Asian monkey..."

"After all, the Japanese and the Chinese, in my opinion...the level is the same! They are all rubbish!"

Song Yiran's eyes were already a little undercurrent.

He reached out and slammed the notebook shut!

The old Mr. Akutagawa Akira on the side looked very indifferent-after all, the Japanese national team had lost to the Chinese national team by a big score. With these past accumulations, his self-cultivation is also very good.

"Song Yiran, you are not reconciled, just let them go like this! After all...he insulted not only our Japanese basketball team, but also all Chinese players."

Akutagawa held out his hand and said with a serious expression.

"I am here, as the head coach of Japan's basketball youth, and I sincerely invite you to form a team with you as the leader!"

"—a lesson to those pompous American pigs!"