I saw the countdown to their death

"..."

Hearing this, Miyajima Qingluan's mood finally changed a lot. Her white teeth bit her pale lower lip tightly, and her cold eyes fixed on Hojo Satoru. His coldness also turned into killing intent.

At first, the police didn't know that the victim was the murderer of the Meixiang case, but when they searched the scene of the crime, the atmosphere gradually became serious.

The attic of the victim’s home was full of stolen photos of YOU girls. The youngest was 5 years old, and the oldest was no more than 12 years old. One of the boxes was full of various girls’ underwear, hairpins, hairpins and other girlish items.

Then, the police dog barked abnormally at a certain part of the yard. When the police dug up the ground, the air probably froze.

In addition to the remains of a toddler missing his right arm, there are also evidence such as a rusty pencil case and a triangular ruler engraved with Mika Fujiwara's name.The lively and lovely little girl was now a pale skeleton.

In the early years, there were a lot of human trafficking in Japan, and most of them were gangsters who sold organs for profit.Now, although there are not many human traffickers in this country, the number of perverts has not decreased.

In many cases, the reason behind those heinous behaviors is not for profit, just like Masao Watanabe who has a perverted copper smelting addiction.

This Masao Watanabe was the only victim who was cut in half. Compared with being beheaded or dismembered, this is the most painful way to die... According to the forensic doctor, after being cut in half, he didn't really die until at least 10 minutes later. During this period, he even dragged half of his body from the bedroom on the second floor to the entrance on the first floor.

Such cruelty, one can imagine Miyajima Qingluan's mentality at that time.

Hojo Satoru slid his finger on the screen lightly, "Last night, my senior sister killed a high school student who dropped out of school and stayed at home in Matsumoto Town nearby. The deceased was called 'Hinata Lin', which led to the suicide incident on the Shinjuku subway last month. main reason."

None of the people who died at the hands of Miyajima Qingluan was innocent, and the same was true for this high school student.

Hinata Lin started dating with 'Oda Yuma' who was on duty half a year ago, and not long after that, Oda Yuma found out that she was unexpectedly pregnant.

So she told her lover the news of her pregnancy, but when Hinata Lin learned the news, instead of making any promises, she dumped Oda Yuma.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl has no social experience, and she doesn't even know how to deal with things correctly.

Ms. Oda dared not tell her family, and she had no money for illegal abortion, so she could only find Hinata Lin and begged again and again, hoping that he would be responsible.

But every time she begged, she was treated coldly. After three months of dragging and pulling, Yuma Oda was almost unable to hide the bulge of her lower abdomen. She was desperate and started sending messages to threaten Hinata Lin, and then that scumbag turned back with a picture The photos of the two playing poker came back...

For this realistic version of Cheng's behavior, the cowardly Oda did not have the courage to raise a knife, but chose to end his life.

"I was at the scene when Ms. Oda committed suicide. Her body exploded due to the violent impact, and her head rolled to my feet. That's right, the unlucky child covered in mosaics in the surveillance video is me."

Hojo Satoru put away his phone slowly, and said with a smile: "In summary... Congratulations to Miyajima-senpai, I have decided to join forces with you! So I will help you recover from your injuries, or send you home."

Finally Miyajima Qingluan spoke again, her voice was still very weak, "Send me... home?"

"It's hard to understand, right? It's obviously nothing to do with me, but I'm still involved. Not calling the police is considered a lenient, but I decided to leave the time bomb at home. This is obviously irrational behavior, so you guess I must have something else. Pictured?"

"..."

Miyajima Qingluan's throat twitched. Although she was not sure, she could read the meaning from her eyes.

It is indeed very irrational, and it can even be said to be a brain-dead behavior!

Hojo Satoru has always believed that murderers are dangerous lunatics, and he has disgust from the bottom of his heart, but sometimes, it is only a moment to change his concept.

After seeing the information in Yue Jianli, although she still thinks that killing people directly is not advisable, and still thinks that she is a hopelessly dangerous person, a stubborn lunatic, but that kind of instinctive disgust is really not much.

What about turning them over to the police?

Japan is a strange country. Except for the perverted copper smelter who will definitely be executed, even if the rest are handed over to the police, it is hard to say whether they will be sentenced to death. There are also two people who almost escaped because they are underage. sanctioned.

These five people... Well, they really deserve to die!

Regarding this matter, no matter what the jurisprudence is, it should not be judged privately, but from the perspective of morality and ethics...

Ms. Murderer, you did a great job!

However, taking a step back, even if she did all righteous things, what does it have to do with you?

It's a big deal!Finally got a 100 million scholarship, but spent hundreds of thousands to buy equipment, busy for a day and night, and almost GG!

Pay so much and get nothing in the end?

Therefore, the decision to save her was already made at the subway entrance, at least now the conscience will not hurt.

Thinking of this, Hojo Satoru smiled earnestly and said, "I really have a plan. Didn't I say that I like Senior Sister? You can't just watch the person you like die, can you?"

Because I like it?

Facing the confession again and the heart-warming sincere smile, Miyajima Qingluan was not much moved, and still had a cold face.

Hojo Satoru suddenly glanced at Miyajima Qingluan on the tatami, "Look, I lost 1000 million to save my senior, and I was almost killed by my senior and the police. If I paid so much and got nothing, Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? I'm still a virgin!"

As the guy talked, he became more and more unscrupulous.

From head to toe, from foot to head, his gaze was hot and straightforward, as if he had penetrated the blanket covering Miyajima Qingluan's body, scanning her exquisite curves and every inch of her skin unobstructed.

And Miyajima Qingluan's expression became more and more cold, until the killing intent suddenly appeared, and thinking of his current situation, he could only close his eyes sadly.

"I should have killed you."

Chapter 19 Miss Murderer has seen the end

"Maybe senior sister has no chance to kill me."

Hojo Satoru suddenly took out two strange things from his pocket, "See what these are?"

Following the pretentiously mysterious voice, Miyajima Qingluan still opened his eyes.

Those are two small flowers with a diameter of less than two centimeters. Both small flowers are very delicate, but one of them seems to be a defective product, with a slightly twisted petal on one side, while the other is perfect in size and size. , like a small handicraft.

But the strange thing is that these two small flowers are made of brass, and there are still some blood stains on them.

"You know what this is."

Hojo Satoru stared at Miss Murderer with burning eyes, "Do you know why the bullet has this shape?"

It's okay not to say it, but Miyajima Qingluan was a little confused when he said it, and stared at the brass flower thoughtfully.

The bullet was taken out by herself. Maybe she didn't think about it so much at the time, but shouldn't the bullets injected into the human body be semi-elliptical or conical?How can it become the same shape as two small flowers?

"I don't know...it shouldn't be."

Seeing that the other party really didn't understand, Hojo Satoru had no choice but to explain: "This kind of bullet is called a hollow point bullet, and the difference from Dum bullet is only whether the lead core is exposed or not."

Hollow point bullet, as the name implies, is a bullet with a hollow tip. Its bullet is hollowed out and engraved with vertical grooves. It belongs to the expansion bullet in terms of bullet types.

Because of its unique structure, it has poor stability, low armor-penetrating ability, and short accurate distance, but its advantage is its great power.

After the hollow point projectile enters the body, the hollow projectile will expand due to the impact force, and radiate along the dent, causing secondary blasting and devastating damage, and can quickly incapacitate people.

In many modern war-themed movies, snipers will use a sharp weapon to polish the warhead before performing a mission, and draw vertical marks on it, the purpose is to allow the bullet to shatter after entering the body.

The slow death process of people hit by this kind of bullet, coupled with the excessive physical pain and huge psychological panic, is completely inconsistent with humanitarianism.Therefore, in the stipulations of the "Declaration on the Prohibition of Body Deformation Bullet" issued by the Hague Convention in 1899, the armies of all countries are not allowed to use this type of bullet.

Although it is prohibited to be used in war, it is allowed to be used for hunting, anti-terrorism, and crime prevention.

Why are the bullets that the police carry with them terrible hollow point bullets?Because he is not a member of the serious crime team, but an anti-narcotics policeman who has been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round!

"I admire the senior sister's ability to endure pain. In my opinion, it's like opening a cheating device."

Hojo Satoru put the bullet back into his pocket, "Now you understand, not only you can't kill me, even if I want to save you now, I'm afraid I can't do anything."

Miyajima Qingluan opened her mouth slightly, her pale and chapped lips trembling slightly... Although she hadn't seen the wound on her shoulder, she knew it was broken without looking at it. The deformed bullet was taken out of the shoulder, and the other The complete small yellow flowers are on the thighs.

And because of the weight-intensive 'sandbag clothing', there is still a lot of fine sand in the wound. This is not a hospital, and the wound has not even been professionally disinfected.

This shows that if she does not go to the hospital for treatment, her life will enter the countdown again.Taking a step back, even if he recovered miraculously, because of his right shoulder, he would no longer be able to hold a knife in the future.

Hojo Satoru held up three fingers, "In the current situation, your wound will fester within three days at most, and you will die of infection within five days. It has been almost 24 hours since you were shot, and the wound may have begun to inflame."

"..."

Hearing this, Miyajima Qingluan's eyes were a little lost, but in the next second, she felt her neck was gently lifted, and after she put it down carefully, a soft tatami mat was placed behind her.

Then, Hojo Satoru got up and took out a pair of scissors from the cabinet. After squatting down again, his eyes were fixed on Miyajima Qingluan's chest. This action also successfully aroused her vigilance.

"Are you scared? Just now you told me to kill you. Why aren't you afraid when you kill someone?"

Hojo Satoru ignored the shocked expression on the other side, lifted a corner of the quilt and stretched his hand in, and lifted the bottom edge of her clothes, and directly inserted the scissors into the underwear.

"Don't move around, I'm very timid. If you get frightened and accidentally cut off some illegal parts, you can only blame yourself."

The most intimate clothes were picked up, making Miyajima Qingluan tremble with shock and anger, the cold touch of metal touched her skin, and made her hairs stand on end in an instant, and goose bumps all over her body in an instant.

"I really thought I didn't dare, or did I think I didn't die fast enough?"

Miyajima Qingluan pursed her lips and forced herself to calm down. It took a full ten seconds to relax her tense body and stop the urge to fight to the death.

"I'm not too nervous."

Hojo Satoru curled his lips, complained angrily, and began to cut the bondage on her chest.

The 'rustling' sound of the fabric being cut lingered in my ears, and Miyajima Qingluan also looked at the boy close at hand with uncertain eyes.

I thought this guy was finally unable to resist making some dangerous moves, but he was only thinking of himself.

After finding the correct position, his left hand was immediately pulled out from the blanket. Until now, except for the cold scissors, he hadn't touched a single bit of his skin, and all this was done through the blanket.

His eyes are clear, without a trace of evil thoughts in his eyes. After each cut, he pushes the scissors forward, and his movements are cautious. After confirming the position, he slightly lifts it up before continuing to cut. He looks focused and gentle, as if he is afraid of hurting himself.

With the final sound of '咵', the restraint was completely released.

Miyajima Qingluan felt her whole body relaxed a lot, and her eyes were no longer guarded, but instead became a little complicated.

Even boys who are 'abdominal breathing' feel chest tightness and shortness of breath when their chests are entangled, let alone girls who are 'chest breathing', and Miyajima Qingluan suffered such a serious injury.

In fact, it should have been cut when I bandaged her last night, but this aspect really touched the blind spot of knowledge, and I didn't remember it until just now.

After finishing all this, Hojo Satoru did not pull out the blood-soaked wrap, but put down the scissors, turned around and took out a medicine box marked 'ferrous gluconate' from his schoolbag, opened it and took out two Take an oral solution, insert a straw and hand it to Miyajima Qingluan's mouth.

She has lost a lot of blood, and currently she can only choose to drink some glucose. Apart from anti-inflammatory drugs, this is the most suitable thing to buy.

"Replenish some water, now the life of senior sister is in my hands, you'd better be obedient, you don't want everyone to know about your shameful photos, right?"

Miyajima Qingluan automatically filtered out this standard villain threat, and after taking a deep look at him, he opened his mouth obediently and put the straw into his mouth.

After more than ten hours in the seriously injured state, she was already seriously dehydrated.The moment the cold and slightly sweet glucose entered the mouth, he almost instinctively started to grab it, and within three seconds, there was a 'cuckoo' sound from the bottle.

"Slow down, don't choke to death, I like the hot body of senior sister, but I don't like the cold body."

After Hojo Satoru mercilessly scolded, he removed the empty bottle and handed over another bottle of oral liquid.

And Miyajima Qingluan frowned, this time after holding the straw in her mouth, the urgency just now was obviously gone.

"That's right, an obedient senior is a good senior."

After she finished drinking, Hojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, took back the empty bottle, got up and walked to the kitchen again.

As the lid of the pressure cooker was unscrewed, a burst of mist rose, and the tangy aroma immediately filled the room. Smelling this aroma that greatly increased appetite, Miyajima Qingluan, who should have no appetite, found himself a little hungry.

The recipe of this soup is not too complicated. The raw materials are pig heart, Poria cocos, Radix ginseng, Polygonatum odoratum, Longan, Red dates, Ginger, Astragalus, rock sugar, and salt.

After washing the pig heart, soak it in salt for 10 minutes in advance to remove the fishy smell and blood. During this period, wash the medicinal materials and remove the red dates.Then blanch the pig heart slices with ginger cooking wine, and scoop out the blood foam with a spoon while removing the fishy smell again.

Finally, put the blanched pork heart into a clay pot and stew together with the medicinal materials. First cook on high heat until the pressure cooker is steamed, and then simmer for an hour.

Looking at this pot of warm-colored medicinal food, Satoru Hojo couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

How many years have you not cooked this soup?

In the previous life, his father was bedridden, but his mother often made him some nourishing soup. Later, when his condition deteriorated, his mother stayed in the ward to take care of him around the clock, and these chores naturally fell on him.

After so many years, not only the practice has not been forgotten, but even the materials are clearly remembered, as if they have been engraved in my mind.

Hojo Satoru took out a spoon to scoop up a little light brown soup, put it on his lips and blew it gently, then took a sip carefully.

The entrance is smooth, the soup tastes mellow but not greasy, and there is a slight sweetness in the saltiness. After swallowing, I only feel a warm current spreading down the esophagus, and the whole chest is warm and very comfortable.

The recipe engraved in the heart, the taste engraved deep in the memory... When the unbearable past became clearer, the culinary proficiency upgrade to lv: 2 reminded him to bring him back to reality.

"This thing is really an atmosphere killer with no emotions."

Hojo Satoru filled a bowl of soup with a small porcelain bowl, and walked towards Miss Murderer, "Drink some soup first, and there will be porridge in the kitchen after finishing."

Miyajima Qingluan silently watched the strange boy squatting down beside her, watched him scoop up a spoonful, took a few breaths carefully, and then handed the spoon to his mouth.

She didn't open her mouth, but stared at the porcelain bowl in Hojo Satoru's hand in a daze.

Pig hearts are rarely sold in supermarkets, and you may have to go to several places to buy them. This soup should be a Chinese medicinal food, so the Chinese medicinal materials have to be bought in China Street.

It is more than a dozen stations away from Chinatown in Shibuya District. If it is peak season, it will take more than an hour to go back and forth.

The bowl is unused, and the edge of the transparent label is a little wrinkled, which is obviously the trace of trying to tear it off during cleaning but failed.There is no oil stain in the kitchen, and there is no refrigerator, so the induction cooker and pressure cooker are also new... All this proves that he has never cooked for himself at home.

Miyajima Qingluan looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it took a long time to make the soup itself.