Not too many out of four

This time, the body was found in the soup pool of the female soup, with strangle marks like thin threads on the neck, and the male passenger who was thrown up and down in the soup pool with his back up, Fangcheng Daxiang.

His height and weight are far higher than the average Japanese male. He has also practiced judo and won the second prize in the non-professional competition. He is not an object that ordinary people can easily kill.

However, the surface of his corpse only left strangle marks on his neck, not even the struggling Yoshikawa line, as if he was directly killed in his sleep, but if he was stunned with sleeping pills first, who would be able to stop him? He carried it to the female soup and dropped the vague death time.

Fangcheng Daxiang's weight and height are not something that ordinary people can support, let alone transport him to the soup pool of the female soup without anyone noticing.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, wouldn't men's baths and mixed bathing pools be more suitable?

Why is it female soup?And how did the knife that killed Reiko Oshima fly in and kill her with precision.

Not wanting to understand these two points, Hattori Heiji was unable to decipher the methods and truth of the two murder cases.

"...Thank you for your cooperation." Police officer Henggou in Shanshantou briefly questioned them, recorded the clues provided by the few people who stayed at the scene of the crime, and said: "If you don't mind, you can tell me. Are you standing there?"

Although it is a little strange what kind of parents would give the same name to all four sons, just make a simple distinction between the title and identity, but now is not the time to care about this matter.

Two dead people appeared in the hot spring hotel in a row. If the case is not solved as soon as possible and the murderer is caught, there will definitely be a lot of exaggerated writing in the newspapers, which will cause panic among the public and degrade the efficiency of the investigation department.

Whether it is for the safety of other passengers in the hotel or to catch the murderer as soon as possible, they must race against time.

"Is it okay to let the two of them stay and cooperate first?" "Mr. Zhongye" discussed calmly, his eyes were deep and calm: "I want to take Li Jia back first, change into clean clothes, and go to the water room for a simple cleaning."

It doesn't matter if the changed kimono is handed over to the police as evidence for taking pictures, now he just wants to take Li Jia back.

It was inconvenient for the deceased to wash his body in the Nvtang, and before the murderer was found out, they were worried that Lijia would be alone, so they could only simply change their clothes and go to the water room to take care of the blood-stained hair that was about to dry up.

Police officer Henggou responded with a good temper. Anyway, they are inside the hotel, and it will not affect the scene simulation after changing clothes. After all, she is a teenage high school girl, and she has been forced to stay in a blood-stained kimono. It's also a bit of an embarrassment near the crime scene.

"Mr. Nakaya" held her shoulders and said in a low voice, "Let's go back to the room and change clothes first."

"But the clothes on Zhongye-jun and Zhongye's body are also bloody..." She hesitated and turned her head, her footsteps hesitated.

Although the blood-stained area was not as large as her body, they were also the ones who witnessed Reiko Oshima being killed face-to-face. When the blood splashed over, it was too late to stop it, and it fell on the face and clothes in an instant.

"Mr. Zhongye" still had blood spots on his face now, but he didn't even bother to wipe them off, but there was a rare indifference in his brows.

It should be said that "Central Plains Chuya" and they are indeed the same person, and their expressions and reactions when facing the crime scene are almost the same, their brows are furrowed and they silently raise their vigilance and defense.

When police officer Henggou came over to question her just now, they even surrounded Li Jia vaguely, not planning to let outsiders approach her.

Whether it is the police or the passengers living in the hotel, they should be vigilant.

"It's okay, you go." "Mr. Zhongye" looked down at the blood spot on the bathrobe, and said, "This spot of blood is nothing."

Anyway, their clothes are yukatas provided by the hotel, and it’s easy to change, but it’s a pity that Li Jia’s newly bought kimono was stained with blood after wearing it for a day, and I don’t know if it can be washed out after sending it to the laundromat.

But even if it can be washed out, maybe there will be some psychological shadow, and the clothes will be shelved from then on.

"Don't worry, with me watching these two boys, nothing will happen." "Brother Zhongye" patted her on the head, put his fingers on the black hair that was stuck with blood, and twirled it calmly. The dried blood was rubbed down.

Before they figured out the murderer, they didn't intend to let Li Jia act alone, whether it was going back to the bedroom to change clothes or going to the water room to simply wash off the blood from her hair.

"Mr. Nakaya" took off his tie, covered his eyes and tied it behind his head, and sat cross-legged in the room: "You change your clothes, I won't peek."

He just realized that it would be better to stay in the same room with Li Jia blindfolded, even if there is an attacker, he can immediately protect her with gravity.

Li Jia was a little embarrassed, and wanted to say that she didn't need to be so vigilant. She didn't know many people in the hotel. As long as the murderer didn't kill people randomly and randomly, nothing would happen to her staying in the Japanese room.

But "Mr. Nakaya" returned to the Japanese room, closed the door, loosened his tie, and covered his eyes behind his head.

She didn't even have time to open her mouth to stop her, so she could only respond in a low voice: "...um."

Even though he knew that "Mr. Nakaya" was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, Li Jia still felt a little at a loss when he was in the same space as another man to change clothes, and his hands that fell in front of him hesitated and trembled slightly , so nervous that he couldn't untie his girdle.

All the traditional kimonos are sold in the hot spring village. From the innermost undergarment to the outer kimono, layers of body restraints are wrapped up. Not only is it difficult for her to wear and take off by herself, she is also ignorant of how to take it off. got it.

The proprietress of the kimono shop seemed to be very simple when she helped her put it on. She quickly put the clothes on layer by layer, wrapped them around the waist, and tied the ropes. There are several small obi and string accessories fixed on the surface of the kimono , I don't know where to start first.

With her back turned to "Mr. Chuya", she shivered and remained silent for a long time.

"Lijia?" The blindfolded young man with red hair whispered, "Have you changed your clothes yet?"

"Wait, wait..." She faltered and struggled with the string girdle. The proprietress was very responsible in order to keep her kimono out of shape. She fixed all the strings and accessories she could get up, but now it was her turn When it comes to solving it, I don’t know how to start.

She said weakly: "It will be fine soon."

"Mr. Zhongya" responded in a low voice, the cross-legged movement remained unchanged, and his hands fell on his knees and waited quietly.

Just as she was about to give up on herself, she untied all the tethers and pulled off all the accessories, simply and rudely ignoring whether the kimono would wrinkle or not, "Mr. Nakaya" said, "Lijia, won't you take it off?"

She froze and remained silent without speaking.

But silence is the best answer for "Mr. Chuya", he helplessly chuckled: "Li Jia, come to me."

She moved over slowly with sluggish steps, knelt down and was too embarrassed to say a word.

Fingering a few strands of black hair hanging down, Li Jia quietly raised her eyes to see the expression of "Mr. Chuya", still sitting quietly waiting for her to respond, she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Hold, I'm sorry..."

"Mr. Chuya" asked in surprise, "Why do you have to apologize?"

"...I'm so smug," she stammered, and began to self-criticize: "The kimono I just bought today is dirty and can't be worn, it's a waste of money or something..."

Obviously she can choose to rent a kimono, but she is greedy and wants a set of her own kimono, which costs extra expenses during the trip.

The kimono bought back after spending a week at home was stained with blood even within 24 hours, and it might not be able to be washed out when sent to the laundromat. She also felt very guilty.

Ms. Oshima died in front of her, and the fear and fear gradually faded away before she remembered that the kimono was so dirty that she probably couldn't wear it anymore.

She wasted money and this beautiful kimono for nothing. Even though she was standing closest to Ms. Oshima, she didn't see the murderer who killed her, she just shivered.

"Stupid," warm big hands fell on her hair, not caring that there might be some undried blood staining it, gently untied her hair accessories, combed her hair with fingers, and said in a gentle and loving voice, "Why?" Are you going to apologize for this?"

"I, I wasted money?" She raised her head in panic, and said indiscriminately: "Kimonos are clothes that can be worn or not. If I wear a hotel yukata like Chuya and the others today, I don't need to lose money. One-tenth of a kimono."

"Mr. Nakaya" hugged her lightly, pressed her head to the crest of her neck, comforted her little by little, trembling with fear, obviously still addicted to the fear of someone dying in front of her, but in order to divert herself With so much attention, he could only concentrate on the blood-stained kimono.

What a, pitiful and lovely thought.

"You don't need to worry about money. If you like kimonos, we will buy them for you in the future." "Mr. Nakaya" said in a slow and deep voice with gentle and comforting magnetism and an indescribably sexy low voice, "Want to Any kind of kimono is fine, furisode, yukata, colorless land..."

"We can buy whatever you like. You don't need to stress yourself so much. We are behind Li Jia." It will protect her from dangerous people, and let her live a carefree life without any worries. A life of worry.

This is Zhongyuan Zhongye's commitment to Lijia.

That's what they will do.

She nodded in a daze, and suddenly remembered that the blood on her body might not be completely dry: "Mr. Chu, Mr. Chuya's clothes!"

Li Jia struggled to withdraw from the embrace of "Mr. Chuya" to see if his expensive suit was stained with blood.

Some of the blood stains on the clothes of "Mr. Zhongye" and "Zhongye" just now were rubbed over by her.

And the coat that "Brother Zhongye" put on her seemed to be stained with blood.

"It's dirty if it's dirty," he seemed indifferent, and tried to tease her with a slightly provocative tone: "Anyway, these clothes are just fur to us, it's good to clean them after they get dirty."

"But what if I can't wash them clean?" Li Jia couldn't help worrying, if they couldn't wash them clean, wouldn't they turn into blood-stained cats?

"If you can't wash it clean, you can't wash it clean. The clothes that have been worn for a year should have been thrown away." If he was still in the port mafia, he would have changed more than a dozen sets of clothes.

Li Jia was terrified, and lost her voice: "How can you throw it?! Isn't this Mr. Chuya's fur?"

What if you throw it away because you can't wash it clean, and then you become a cat without hair?

"What should I do if I don't throw it away?" "Mr. Nakaya" pretended to be distressed: "I can't keep wearing bloody clothes."

She hurriedly said: "I'm going to change the kimono now, Mr. Nakaya also quickly change the clothes, and send it to the laundry immediately, it will be clean!"

"Mr. Zhongye" grabbed her hand and said, "Don't worry, won't you take it off?"

"Don't be so messy, your clothes look good today, maybe there is a way to clean them when you take them to the laundromat," Yingrun's blue eyes stared blankly at the blindfolded eyes, as if nothing would trouble him. The young man said with a deep magnetic voice and a little smile: "Of course, the premise is that Li Jia didn't damage the clothes."

"Be patient. If you want to wear a kimono, you can't be impatient." He instructed Li Jia in a low voice, unfasten the accessories that can be detached from the surface of the kimono first, and then move the rope outside the girdle, followed by other fixed ties on the upper body. bring.

No matter how careful the kimono fabric is, there will be a slight rubbing sound. Hearing that Li Jia finally untied the most troublesome part, he coughed lowly, stained a little red at the base of his ear, cleared his throat and said, "The next step is to Li Jia is smart and should know how to replace it."

Li Jia put on the hotel yukata and folded the blood-stained kimono neatly. She was a little surprised to see the scene where "Mr. Nakaya" lost his composure and turned his face away. Unable to observe Li Jia's expression, let him not know how to react to deal with it.

"Mr. Nakaya" is now in a rare state of shyness.

"Ah..." She sighed with emotion, her eyes widened and she blinked. It turned out that she was not the only one who felt embarrassed and shy.

"What's the matter?" The eardrum received the girl's slight breath, and he immediately raised his head vigilantly.

"No, no, nothing." Li Jia bent down and reached behind his head to untie his tie. "It's Mr. Chuya's turn to change."

Holding a dark tie in her hand, she hesitated and said, "Do I need to cover my eyes?"

Like "Mr. Nakaya" just now, respect the privacy of the other party and make sure not to peek.

"No, you don't need to."

"Mr. Nakaya" changed clothes very neatly, unlike her dawdling, she took off her jacket and started to unbutton her shirt, a large stretch of tight and sexy muscles was exposed in front of her eyes, Li Jia quickly covered her face and lowered her head to avoid looking at him Sight.

The tie that still carried the body temperature of the young man was clutched in his hand, covering his face to cover the rising heat, Li Jia sat stiffly on his knees, not daring to move, listening to the sound of metal falling on the tatami, unconsciously Shaked.

I deeply feel that she should run to the corridor while "Mr. Chuya" is undressing, so that she won't be in such an embarrassing and shameful situation now.

I don't know if a century or half a century has passed, but the head was patted suddenly, and a slightly lowered laughter came from above: "Let's go, let's go to the water room for cleaning, and hand over the clothes to the lady boss to take to the laundry outside." .”

She carefully exposed one eye and looked up, making sure that "Mr. Nakaya" had already changed into the hotel bathrobe, and then she was greatly relieved, took the hand he extended and stood up, moving her stiff body.

She keeps hypnotizing herself in her heart, which is a special method in dangerous times.

"Mr. Zhongye" didn't think about it either, she must not think about it too much.

...But it was very difficult, but the collarbone and chest she saw instantly reminded her of Chuya Nakahara and the others' game to pass the time last night, as if the panting by the ear and the hot and tight muscles under the palm of the hand.

The shame reached its peak in an instant, and she almost rushed to her head, so she could only bury her head and follow behind "Mr. Nakaya", slowly moving and gradually opening up the distance.

"Li Jia?" He turned his head in surprise, and walked back to hold her hand: "If you keep rubbing on, the blood will dry on your hair."

She lowered her head and answered vaguely: "...Ah, yes."

With her hands almost stretched forward, Li Jia wanted to distance herself from "Mr. Chuya", at least before she no longer remembered the gasp of last night, distanced herself as much as possible to calm her mind.

It wasn't until the footsteps being led forward stopped, the cool water fell on the hair and gently washed away the blood stains little by little, and the water droplets fell down the ends of the hair and wet the fabric on the shoulders, and she was awakened by the coolness.

"Mr. Chuya..." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

He hummed in response, lowering his eyes to pity and gently wash away the blood on her hair: "Well, I'm here."