This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple returned to the hotel.

At this time, the time has come to twelve o'clock.

Kitagawa Temple washed his body and soaked in the hot springs for a while, feeling the warmth to drive away the chill, then put on the yukata prepared by the boss again and walked back to his room.

It took about half an hour during this period, but that’s half an hour

Poor Nishikujo took out the contents of Beichuan Temple's pockets.

The diary of the deceased, two broken pieces of paper, a photo album and a roster of grades 06 to 09.

It's just that the diaries of the deceased and the broken notes are the afterimages of the deceased's grievances, and the camera can't image them at all. This makes Beichuan Temple's hope of enriching the homepage page frustrated.

But now is not the time to care about these.

Beichuan Temple strode over, picked up the pitiful Nishikujo, who was lying on these things, and put it aside, then brought the small round table on the other side over, and the whole person looked at the incandescent light overhead.

He turned the photo album directly to level 09, and took out the roster without stopping with the other hand.

Second year class b Second year class b

Beichuan Temple had a stare.

Group photo of Class B suspension of school in the second year of Grade 09 Xiucha High School.

Beichuan Temple looked at the yellowed and discolored photo and took it out.

Fortunately, there is a protective plastic compartment on the outside of the photo album. When the photo is taken out, the whole picture is still intact, and the printed font is also very clear.

"Sakura Yuxi has it."

The background of the photo is the sea, and Sakura Yuki stands in the middle, smiling brightly at the photo.

The students around all leaned against her subconsciously.

Even across the photo, Beichuan Temple can feel their lively youth.

It can also be seen from this that Sakura Yuki was indeed very popular in the second year b class at that time.

On the bottom line of the photo, the names of the students on the school trip are printed neatly.

Ishikawa Kuaito was already wanted at that time, and was naturally ignored by everyone.

Even the word **** (absent) was not printed.

"There is no problem on the roster." Beichuan Temple turned the roster to the second year class b, and Ishikawa Kuato's name was crossed out with a black carbon pen.

This was expected, and Beichuan Temple didn't care too much.

What he wants to think now is how the murderer of the year completed the crime.

How can the other party arrange so many flammable materials in the school?

You know, even man-made arson takes time, especially like the second-year Class B when the fire started so fast, the things that were set up took even more time.

And why didn't they jump directly from the window?

You should know that some landscape trees are basically planted outside the school building. Instead of being burned alive inside, it is more straightforward to fight to the death.

Unless the fire point is near the window, but this takes more time to prepare.

"Speaking of time, isn't it the best time to arrange a school trip for a week?" Beichuan Temple's black pupils condensed.

He put out all the photos of the second year of high school, and glanced at the people who were absent from the school trip.

Except for Ishikawa Kuaidou, almost no one was absent in the second grade.

After all, this can be regarded as a commemoration of the end of youth. Then the second-year high school students will meet the battle of Tianwangshan in the third year, so whether they are bad or ordinary students, as long as the situation is not very special, they will attend such a gathering.

But this is only almost, besides Ishikawa Kaito, there is another person absent from the school trip

"It's really this person?" Beichuan Temple's eyes flickered, and he took a deep breath as he looked at the name of the absent person printed under a certain class of high school.

He turned over some photos in the front of the group photo album and repeatedly compared it for a long time before putting down the group photo album.

He had never thought that he would encounter this name on the roster.

Beichuan Temple closed the roster and photo album again, and some felt tired.

It seems I still have to do something

The next day, Beichuan Temple left early.

He first went to Suka Tea High School and exchanged ideas with Sakura Yuki for a while. After reaching a consensus, he went to the convenience store and bought a set of new clothes and disposable masks.

After finishing these things, Beichuan Temple went back to the bed and breakfast to wait.

He didn’t change into his new clothes until the night was completely dark, took the pitiful Nishikujo, and went out of the hotel and put on a big mask.

"Sister Yushu, do you need me to take you home?"

The new female forensic doctor next to her looked at Yuki Sakura, who was changing clothes and yawning in admiration.

The forensic doctor sent by the Tokyo local police station to Yayama City is really amazing.

She just watched the flow of dissection and analysis of the corpse by the other side, and a heart of reverence naturally emerged in her heart.

And what about yourself? Until now, I'm still flustered, and when I get to the main seat, I wince, and I'm so nervous that I can't tell the results of my analysis.

"No, Nara, isn't your boyfriend coming to pick you up? Just go home with him." Sakura Yuki teased funny.

The new female forensic doctor spoke again, but Sakura Yuki was too lazy to respond.

After all, she didn't know how many compliments like the newcomer female forensic doctor said.

Why is Yushu-senpai so good?

Why does Yushu-senpai know the human body so well?

why

In fact, there are so many why?

Sakura Yuki rubbed his temples, only to think that these people were too annoying.

If you practice a lot, you will become proficient in natural techniques. There is really nothing to say.

Sakura Yuki left the police station and rubbed his palms.

For some reason, she always felt that today's weather was very cold, and the cold wind soaked her bones, making her whole body tremble a few times.

"It's a psychological effect." Sakura Yuki muttered to himself, walking straight to the underground parking lot across the street.

The underground parking lot was bright, and Sakura Yuki stood at the entrance and looked at the neatly arranged vehicles, just like morgues in the morgue.

The semi-enclosed underground did not bring any warmth to Sakura Yuki, she shook her body.

The chill seemed to grow stronger.

The weather is really getting strange.

Didn't the weather forecast say that it has begun to warm up? How does it feel colder than yesterday?

Sakura Yuki muttered in his heart, and he came to his car, took out the key and pressed the car door and got into it.

The environment in the car was no different from when she left this morning.

Cigarette lighter, perfume box in the front car, toilet paper towel

No one has moved anything in the car.

Yes, there is nothing strange.

But Sakura Yuki always felt that something was abnormal.

It's as if I have overlooked something.

Sakura Yuki couldn't help looking out of the car.

The underground parking lot is quiet, there is no one, the whole underground parking lot is like a large coffin.

Sakura Yuki shook her head. While looking at the front, she reached out to the back seat and fumbled for the lady's cigarette that she didn't know where to put.

She touched something.

As a forensic doctor, she quickly reacted.

That is a man's strong arm.

It turns out that the illusion that has always been is not that things in the car have been moved

But there is another person in the car.