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The moment he walked out of the door of the interrogation room, the police officer guarding the door came up.

"Officer Hirashima, are you done?"

"It's resolved." Ping Daoyang nodded, "Just send someone to find someone at the address they said, I won't go, I'll go to the cafeteria to have a meal first."

To be honest, when he came to the Metropolitan Police Department at [-] o'clock this afternoon, he was not full yet, and after running around like this all afternoon, his mood went up and down again, which made his hungry chest stick to his back.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the police officers who have been working hard today came to the cafeteria of the Metropolitan Police Department in shifts to replenish their energy.

Ping Daoyang and other four people stood in line, holding their own plates to choose their favorite dinner.

"What to eat?" Datehang looked at the various dishes and asked Ping Daoyang who was standing aside with the dishes.

"Except for fish." Ping Daoyang looked at the dishes on the window, showing a disgusted expression, "I don't want the ones with carrots and broccoli, these two dishes in the cafeteria are not delicious at all."

Date Hang subconsciously swept away the remaining dishes.

Excluding fish, carrots, and broccoli, the remaining dishes can be counted on one hand, and more than half of them are fried goods, which cannot keep up with nutrition.

Look at Hirashima Yang's bloodless face again.

Date Hang: "Hirashima, do you think you are a bit picky eater?"

Hearing this, Hirashimayo rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with being a picky eater? Ryota Toyoda didn't even mention that there were so many things when you bought me food."

So now you and I really know each other, and you are starting to let yourself go, right...

The speechless mentality lingered, forcing Itahang to sigh, but couldn't.

He persuaded earnestly, "That's because we didn't know each other well at that time, Hirashima-senpai. Isn't the most important thing to get along with strange colleagues is to stop at the end? And—"

Yi Dahang raised his eyelids and looked at Ping Daoyang: "Don't you think that the reason why you are weak is because you are too picky about food?"

Hirashima Yang protected the dinner plate and muttered in a low voice: "If you let me eat these, then we two might as well be ordinary colleagues."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Hagiwara Kenji: "..."

The two onlookers held the dinner plates they had already chosen, and watched the excitement with great enjoyment.

"I think the squad leader will definitely be a good father when he gets married." Matsuda Jinhei made a sound of eating melons, "Now he really seems to be coaxing his disobedient son again."

Hagiwara Kenji thought for a while, then nodded.

"Well, you're right, it's really similar."

At [-]:[-] p.m., Date Airlines announced that the persuasion failed.

At six o'clock in the evening, the four of them finally found a free seat in the cafeteria, where they could sit down and have a good meal.

The four of them sat down in groups of two and two, facing each other. Sure enough, Ping Daoyang was a little shorter than the other three.

Yi Dahang saw the needle: "So you really don't eat two bites of vegetables?"

Hirashima Yang: "No."

Then Hirashima Yang took a bite of the tonkatsu angrily, seeming to take the pork chop as if it was Date's head.

Finally had enough of watching the excitement from the sidelines, Kenji Hagiwara cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"Is Senior Hirashima in a bad mood today?"

Hirashima Yang was stunned for two seconds.

"Well," he swallowed the pork chop in his mouth, "I probably know what you want to ask, but I won't answer."

He himself didn't understand what kind of existence this world was like, how dare he lead people into the main line so easily.

Seeing that Hirashimayo didn't have the desire to talk about this, Hagiwara Kenji shrugged and changed the subject, "Senior, do you want to exchange contact information with me and Xiaozhenping later?"

Hagiwara Kenji complained in a friendly tone: "You left too suddenly at noon, the two of us didn't have time."

Hirashima Yang reported a series of numbers.

*

At [-]:[-] p.m., the police returned to work.

At this time, it was the evening rush hour, and the setting sun was bright red when viewed from the window. People were coming and going on the crossing, and the traffic flow was like boiling sardine cans.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Sakai." Hirashima Yang walked in front of Sakai Saki, and half of the bright red setting sun fell on him, giving him a layer of red light. "I'm very sorry that I didn't get into solving the puzzle immediately."

Datehang's expression at that moment seemed to have seen a ghost.

Sakai Saki, who was accosted, wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, and pulled the corner of his mouth as hard as he could.

"No, no, how can you say that." Sakai Saki tried to smile.

...But for some reason, he felt that all the muscles on his face were stiff, not to mention smiling, just looking directly into Yang Hirashima's eyes like this now almost used up all his restraint.

What kind of eyes are those?

Calm, probing, with a condescending meaning, it seems to be signaling to you that he already understands everything about you.

Looking at those eyes, Sakai Saki felt panic for a moment, as if he had been stripped, stripped of his clothes and thrown out in front of the public, all the things he tried his best to hide were exposed, and he was hopelessly waiting for his ruin.

But how is this possible?

Sakai Saki pinched his trembling fingertips with his hands behind his back.

"What's wrong with you? Mr. Sakai." Hirashima Yang put away his momentum as if nothing had happened, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"...It's nothing." Saki Sakai raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Just please don't say sorry, I know that the police officers and gentlemen are very busy, and I feel uncomfortable asking you to help me find my daughter when you are hungry. install."

This is completely different from Sakai Saki's anxious attitude when she calls during the day.He seemed to be two people, the one in the afternoon was anxious to find his daughter, and the one in the evening began to secretly persuade the police gentlemen not to worry.

——And this kind of situation is generally interpreted as "he has nothing to look for", or "he has something to hide".

Stress is also one of the means used by the police when investigating cases. As a standard policeman, Hirashima Yang is not proficient in all these skills, at least he has all of them. Now he is using momentum to Saki Sakai , the effect is outstanding.

Sakai Saki is now almost pasting the words "I did something bad and I feel guilty" on her face to show off.

Hirashimayo looked at Sakai Saki calmly, "Thank you for your understanding."

Maybe I won't win, but I don't intend to lose either.

***

At [-]:[-] p.m., the crossword puzzle finally reached Ping Daoyang.

[To the east of the sun, to the west of the moon, gold sprinkles all over the sea, shining a floating flower. ]

——The Sakai family is famous for its shipbuilding industry. It has been in existence since the early years of the Meiji era, and now it has at least two or more bays in its hands.

"They want the Sakai family's harbor...boat."

Hirashima Yang raised his eyes, no matter how scared Sakai Saki was by the word "Hong Kong" he blurted out, "As for the location, I can't judge this, 'East of the sun and west of the moon' all I can think of is a collection of Norwegian fairy tales. "

"East of the sun, west of the moon?" Matsuda Jinpei, who hadn't left, suddenly said, "I seem to have a little impression of this..."

Everyone's eyes turned in a blink of an eye.

"What they say is east of the sun and west of the moon, if nothing else, refers to the building that was abandoned due to a fire two years ago." In the spotlight, Matsuda Jinpei still looked natural.

"It was reported in the news that year, probably in March 1997. It was said that projection technology was first launched on the market, and pictures of the sun and the moon were projected on the outer wall of this building. The sun is on the left and the sun on the right. It is the moon, so the reports at the time called this building "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" in order to catch people's attention. It's just a pity that this building was burned down because of an electrical short circuit just over a year after it was built. .”

The policeman in front of the computer hastily retrieved the news reports from that year.

A few minutes later, the policeman poked his head out from behind the monitor, "Officer Matsuda is right."

[East of the sun, west of the moon. — March 1997, 3]

The building in the report, the location of the abandoned building today, happened to be by the sea.

Police Baise, who had listened to the whole process, turned his head and looked at the person in charge of the explosive division: "Well, brother Tanuma, can you see..."

Can you bear the pain and give up?

The person in charge of the explosives disposal team raised his hand vigilantly, obviously he had heard about the other party's virtues from Mumu Shisan, so now he aimed his palm at Moose's face and put on a full-faced expression. gesture of refusal.

He said coldly: "Thank you, no, don't give, don't give up, don't give up, Matsuda Zhen has been a member of our squad all his life, and he must die as a dead person in our squad."

The person in charge almost scolded Bai Se for being shameless.

"Cough puff puff—!" Mu Mu Shisan, who was drinking water, couldn't hold back his laughter.

He put down the thermos, covered the water stains at the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, trying to look more serious, at least not so gloating.

"Police Baise, you have today too."

Mu Mu Shisan still couldn't hold back the energy of watching the excitement without thinking it was a big deal.

With such a small episode, the atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Department was obviously not so dignified and anxious.

The whereabouts of Akashi Seijuro have been found out, and the riddle has been solved. Now the police gathered in the Metropolitan Police Department only need to divide into two groups to find someone.As for the things that Ping Daoyang himself wanted to get the answer, he could not get the answer in a hurry, he could only hold back for the time being and wait slowly.

Not as busy as before, the explosives team also got off work, and now only the police officer from the first search section was left on the scene, responsible for keeping an eye on the follow-up.

"Do you want to go back to rest?" Officer Meguro glanced at Hirashima Yang's dark circles. "If you want to go back, let Date take you."

"No, I plan to wait a little longer." Hirashima Yo shook his head, "I plan to go back after Akashi Seijuro is found."

But when it was eight o'clock in the evening, the development of things exceeded everyone's expectations.

According to the address that Tsukimi Futo said, the police officers who went to Akashi Seijuro turned pale and had dilated pupils.All the blood faded from their lips, and their whole bodies were trembling non-stop.

——All these reactions were due to the fact that there was a horrible corpse in front of them.

"No, it's not good... It's dead, the prisoner is dead..." The middle-aged police officer at the head obviously hasn't seen such a scene in his career for many years. When he witnessed the death with his own eyes, the cold malice at the scene followed His back clings, making his hand holding the phone tremble like a candle in the wind just like his voice.

Lying on the ground was a bloody corpse, which looked to be Atoda Ichiro.The muscles and bones were separated, and the thick blood and internal organs were mixed with undigested food residues, exuding a sour smell in the sweltering summer weather.

The skin on the corpse's face was peeled off viciously, and rotten flesh was piled beside it.

And there was a beautifully crafted greeting card stuck on this piece of rotten meat.

——From 19:20 p.m. on NO.29 to [-]:[-] p.m. on NO.[-], in just [-] hours, three people disappeared and two died.

Now the police officers in the first search class even saved their evening rest time.

If this emergency can't be resolved, everyone will lay down on the floor of the Metropolitan Police Department tonight, so that no one can go home and sleep.

"Have you found that Akashi Seijuro?!" Megushi Thirteen roared into the phone, "Don't just stand in front of the corpse and tell me what the corpse looks like! Go and see if Akashi Seijuro is still there, yes Alive or dead! If dead, where is the body!"

Mu Mu Shisan's words are blunt, but the fact is the case.

Because the victim is likely to be a witness, when one group of criminals is approached by another, the chances of a victim being kidnapped by the former group of criminals are very small.

The policemen present all understood this truth, so that the moment Mu Mu Shisan said something, the entire Metropolitan Police Department fell into a state of solemnity again.

Five minutes later, there was a reply from the other end of the phone.

"... Akashi Seijuro is still there." The middle-aged police officer was much calmer than before. Although his voice was still trembling, at least the logic had returned, and his speech was no longer confusing. "We found him in a wardrobe in that room. He was uninjured, just unconscious."

Police officer Mu Mu breathed a sigh of relief, "Bring him back and seal the scene."

"I'll go." Hirashima Yang said.

"Where are you going!" Mumu Thirteen Sunflower turned her head sharply. "You were almost murdered when you were in Akashi's house. Maybe this wave of people who killed A Daotian came for you!"

"Then it's my turn to go."

Ping Daoyang tidied up his clothes, walked out of the police station, "There is no reason for others to die for me."

"Ping Daoyang!" Police officer Mumu was so angry that he jumped.

But apart from jumping feet, Mu Mu Shisan couldn't say anything more.

So when he walked to the door, Ping Daoyang looked back at Mu Mu Shisan, and then at Itahang who came over to try to hold him, or wanted to say to go together, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"I plan to go by myself this time. It's dangerous. Don't follow me."

Then he pushed open the door, stepped into the night, and walked towards the police motorcycle that had been idle in the Metropolitan Police Department for a long time.

*

At ten o'clock in the evening, Nagasawa apartment in Tokyo.

When Ping Daoyang arrived here on a police motorcycle, the middle-aged policeman had already led the team to complete the blockade, and the overlapping yellow cordon blocked the door of the apartment.

On the outside of the cordon, there was a circle of media who heard the news.

White lights came and went, but because they were blocked by the cordon, they couldn't rush to the third floor where the crime happened, so they could only shoot at the dark corridor.

Until Ping Daoyang arrived, those flashing lights one after another seemed to have seen the sweet pastry, smelling the smell of the number one hot search, they posted it.

"Officer Hirashima, the crime rate in Tokyo is so high, do you think it has something to do with the inaction of the police?"

"Officer Hirashima, what do you think is the reason why the criminal committed the crime? Is it related to the low level of happiness of our citizens?"

"Officer Hirashima, what do you think..."

Hirashima Yang, who was at the center of the storm, had a headache when he heard it.

It's been a long time since my blood pressure soared.

He closed his windbreaker, pushed away the microphone in front of his mouth without looking back, and eagerly wanted to greet the colleagues who sealed off the scene, whether the longer the blockade would kill them.

This group of people are all piled up here and he can't even get in the door!

"Officer Pingdao..." The media persevered and continued to gather.

Hirashima Yang had no expression on his face, "I'm not interested in answering, stay away from the scene, if you can leave, please go at once."

After 5 minutes, he finally got rid of the last microphone, lifted the cordon of the apartment door, stepped into the corridor, and left the flashlight far behind.

The apartment was fairly quiet.

Nagasawa Apartment is a well-known poor area in Tokyo. It has recently been involved in the reconstruction of dangerous buildings, and the water and electricity began to be cut off a week ago.

Under such circumstances, there are indeed no residents in this apartment, and those who can still live here, except for those who are really poor to a certain extent, are those with questionable status.Tsukimi Onto and the others brought Akashi Seijuro here, which is indeed the best solution to some extent.

Hirashima Yang took out his mobile phone.

——I didn’t bring a flashlight today, so I made do with the light from my mobile phone.

The next moment, he stepped onto the steps.

Following his movements, the dim light of the mobile phone swept back and forth in the corridor, and the light hit the wall full of advertisements.

Most of those advertisements were about lockpicking, red-light districts, underworld recruitment, and so on. The advertisers probably didn’t expect to attract customers by it when they posted them, so they were posted very casually. Now they are layered on top of each other. The pictures were all glued together, turning into streaks of ink pointing to the ground, and the light was a bit oozing, like faded blood.

Hirashima Yang stepped up to the third floor step by step.

He pushed open the old sealed door of the second room from the left on the third floor. The sign hanging beside the door fell off the wall as the door opened, and hit Pingdao directly. After Yang's death.

Hirashima Yang turned around and picked up the sign.

[House number - 302, third floor, Nagasawa apartment, Izumo's house. ]

He put the house number under the flashlight and observed it carefully.

[Fingerprints on the house number - Izumo Berry (former head of household), Atoda Ichiro (deceased), unknown. ]

"...The fingerprint is unknown, the murderer's?" Ping Daoyang blinked, and put the number plate in his pocket.

The room was relatively empty. He glanced at the general environment of the room, then put the bangs that fell in front of his eyes behind his ears, and walked straight to the place where Atoda Ichiro died.

Akashi Seijuro was rescued long ago and sent to the police station, and now only this corpse is left here because it is too miserable to move, so it can only stay in the current body.

The white thread wrapped around the pool of blood and was mottled with blood.

The surrounding furniture was covered in splatter-type bloodstains.

[The deceased——A Daotian Ichiro, the muscles and bones were separated (the division was not smooth, and there were traces of being bitten by beasts), and food residues (eating an hour before death). ]

[Face - not complete, there are also traces of animal bites, but the contact surface between the complete part and the corpse is smooth (man-made). ]

[Greeting card - finely crafted, several lines, with a bright yellow ribbon tied in the upper right corner. ]

beasts.Hirashima frowned.

Beasts that can shuttle through the city are still so lethal, can a large dog?

And that face...

This operation inexplicably has a sense of venting anger, like revenge, full of the meaning of "just use our name to make trouble".

If you want to say who A Daotian and the others have offended recently, and have the meaning of being borrowed, it is only the kidnapping gang supported by the winery.

Hirashima Yang took out the house number in his pocket and looked at the unknown fingerprint on it.

——He remembered the same unknown fingerprint on Ayako Toyoda's scar plaster.

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感谢在2022-05-1715:21:11~2022-05-1814:18:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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