This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Okano Ryoko informed Beichuan Temple to go to the police station again, saying that the corpse identification had new results.

However, Kamiya Miku, who was walking with Beichuan Temple, was left in the front hall of the police station by Yoshiko Okano, saying that something was not good for girls to see.

In response, Kamiya Mirai strongly protested, but he could not withstand the arrangement of Ryoko Okano.

"It stands to reason that I should belong to an outsider, and this kind of information that is only allowed by insiders shouldn't be called to me."

"What bullshit, external personnel, internal personnel! You guys are on the scene every time there is a homicide, do you think you can stay out of the matter now?" Ryoko Kono took a violent cigarette, and threw the cigarette **** into it after being addicted to it. The trash can, leading Beichuan Temple to the depths of the corridor.

Beichuan Temple squinted at Yoshiko Okano with this expression, and followed behind her without speaking.

Ryoko Okano said as he walked:

"The name of the deceased was Hoshino Nana, who happened to be a student of your Jingbei High School. I think you should know. But about the results of the autopsy and the things that are involved later, I don't think you should know."

"We found hairs of the same thickness from Nana Hoshino and several other corpses. The identification department identified these hairs as fugitives from ten years ago."

"It seems that this Ishikawa Kuato is tortured by hair loss." Beichuan Temple could hardly make a joke.

"Don't give the old lady a silly mouth here!" Ryoko Okano smacked his lips without the image of a lady.

"The fugitive's name is Ishikawa Kakuto. He lives in Yayama City, Iwate Prefecture. He killed his parents ten years ago and swept away all his savings and fled in fear of crime."

"Afterwards, a colleague from Yashan City excavated the head and legs of the neighbor Yuko Mitsui around Ishikawa's house, and was chopped into a section of the torso. At the same time, some people were in an abandoned construction site not far from his home. Found the body of Takahashi Saori who was also divided into head, legs, and torso."

"These corpses are similar to the current case." Yoshiko Okano had a deep look and a serious voice: "That is, they all have missing arms."

"That case caused an uproar in the entire Bashan City. After all, an educated high school student actually hurt his parents and his classmates as a killer. Executioner, murderer, butcher no matter what the title is used on this vicious criminal. It's not an exaggeration."

Ryoko Okano's voice was far away, as if he wanted to travel through time and space to see the truth at the time, coupled with the cold words she said, it made people shudder.

"Ishikawa Kuaidou’s criminal motive is still unknown, but the other party has absconded for ten years. We don’t know whether the current case is the impersonator or the prisoner himself. The only thing we can be sure is that there is definitely more than one murderer and someone is here. Help from the side, otherwise Ishikawa Kuaidou will not be able to abscond for ten years."

"So" Ryoko Okano stopped in front of the autopsy room, suddenly looked back at Beichuan Temple, and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"How is it? Am I a very strange policeman, I actually feel that the key to solving this case lies with a stinky kid like you."

It is undoubtedly a very strange thing to have expectations of a high school student.

But Ryoko Okano had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that Beichuan Temple was the key to solving this case.

"That can only say that you feel very keen." Beichuan Temple's words are neither salty nor light, and the tone is full of calm.

"You are really confident." After Yoshiko Okano teased Beichuan Temple, she wanted to touch the cigarette again, but she thought of the rules of the autopsy room again, so she had no choice but to put out the fireworks, and took out the chewing gum and threw it into her mouth. : "Go in, say yes first, I don't like the guy inside."

As soon as they pushed open the door of the autopsy room, chills escaped from it.

The autopsy room has the right brightness. In the center is a dissecting table with a strong light. On the dissecting table, there is also a movable fixed table with various dissecting tools.

"This is really a rare visitor. Isn't this the Gangye Police? Why? Do you still want to find out the specific situation of the body? But unfortunately, you should get the autopsy report. The above is all you can know."

A female voice came over.

"I just brought the kid you are interested in, Sakura." Yoshiko Okano scratched his head, squinting his eyes and shouted inside.

"Oh?!" The female voice was suddenly full of interest.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple and Ryoko Okano, a woman wearing glasses actually crawled out of the dissection table.

If a normal person is here, it is estimated that he will be afraid of the other party's inexplicable interest.

"How many times have I said, don't sleep under the dissection table, Sakura." Yoshiko Okano sighed.

The opponent's anatomical skills are superb, but it prevents Ryoko Okano from getting along with him.

After all, this guy has a strange hobby. She especially likes to sleep on the dissection table or under the table after the dissection or autopsy.

Sometimes when she gets interested, she will call colleagues to tie her to the dissection table with strange props.

As far as Sakura Yuki herself said, this is one way she experiences a specific way of being dissected.

This kind of nasty hobby made Ryoko Okano stay away, and sometimes even Ryoko Okano wondered if this guy really had a special hobby for corpses.

"It's just a few small things, I will take care of it afterwards. This is the unique Beichuansi classmate that Ryoko often talks about?"

Sakura Yuki pushed her glasses and finally revealed her appearance in front of Kitagawa Temple.

She was wearing a white lab coat, and glasses with a light red frame were placed on the bridge of her nose, and a pair of shrewd eyes gleaming behind the lenses.

The big wavy hair was sprinkled at will, showing a free and unrestrained feeling.

It's just that she is such an excellent woman. The only drawback is that she is too short, and her eye sockets have serious dark circles. It seems that she has stayed up for a long time.

She smiled and stretched out her hand to Beichuan Temple, and said with interest:

"Hello, Kitagawa-kun, I'm Sakura Yuki. As you can see, I'm the person responsible for this autopsy room."

"Hello." Her cheerful expression made Beichuan Temple somewhat inexplicable, but Beichuan Temple still reached out and shook her hand.

After introducing herself, Sakura Yuki quickly exposed her nature. While rubbing her hands, she smiled:

"Mr. Beichuan, these days I often listen to Gangye police officers mentioning your deeds. It is said that you are almost at the scene of the crime every time, or not far from the scene of the crime, right?"

"" Beichuan Temple.

Kitagawa-dera didn't answer Sakura Yuki, he just raised his brows and looked thoughtfully at the base of Sakura Yuki's palm.

There is a large light black birthmark there, which is not clear in the light.

"Hey? Did you notice? Really"

Sakura Yuki pulled his sleeves unconsciously, a little bit embarrassed:

"The birthmark on my palm is very serious, so I usually hide my hands under my sleeves."

"I don't care about that." Beichuan Temple waved his hand indifferently, his expression calm.

Regardless of whether Beichuan Temple really didn’t care, Sakura Yuki smiled honestly, and continued to ask: "Then, can you please answer my question? Why can Kitagawa arrive every time, Or has it been to the scene of the crime?"

"I'm really curious about this."

She stared at Beichuan Temple with scorching eyes, expecting him to solve her confusion.