What made Situ Yixiao wake up from the nightmare was a basin of cold water, and what he had to face after waking up was a more terrifying hell.

The cold water dripped from the hair fell into Situ Yixiao's lips. I don't know why it tasted a bit salty and fishy, ​​but Situ Yixiao, who had a dry mouth, still did not let go of the water. He greedily stuck out his tongue and rolled the cold water around his lips into his mouth, nourishing his burning throat.

It was not until he confirmed that he could no longer drink water that Situ Yixiao began to look at the person in front of him who had poured himself awake with a basin of water.

It was a tall and mighty man. His face could not be seen clearly under the night sky, but the moonlight made the sharp bone-cutting knife in his hand shine.

"Who are you?" Situ Yixiao asked this directly. He remembered that he had just come out of the bar and walked in the cool night wind. Then someone walked behind him. Before he could turn around, a hard object was pressed against his waist, followed by a "crackling" sound. He felt a numbness on his waist and the pain that suddenly hit his mind, so he fell asleep.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is, do you still remember what happened on the Chinese Valentine's Day two years ago?" the man asked back.

Situ Yixiao of course remembered that the nightmare he had just had was that thing. In the nightmare, the girl did not give up her place for herself, but showed a helpless expression like others, and then closed the elevator door. He struggled in the sea of ​​fire to dry the last drop of water in his body by the flames.

"You are that girl..." Situ Yixiao asked tentatively.

Later I did hear that at the time of the fire, the girl's boyfriend was outside the fire, calling the girl's name miserably.

"Lelaizi is my most important person, so you have to die." That person raised the sharp knife in his hand.

‘Anyway, my life was given to me by that girl. Since his relatives came to collect debts, there was nothing we could do about it.’ Thinking of this, Situ Yixiao showed a calm expression and was ready to accept his destiny.

The sharp knife that was about to pierce his chest stopped, "Why aren't you afraid?" the man asked, "Why don't you resist?" He was a little hysterical.

Situ Yixiao felt that judging from this person's reaction, it was too easy for him to die.

Situ Yixiao is 25 years old this year. She is a lazy and optimistic person. She only has four hobbies in her life: eating, sleeping, writing novels and going to bars.

It is also because he has no special skills other than being smart, because he is afraid of trouble, knows nothing about swimming, secret code, fighting, etc. The fundamental reason is that he is lazy and greedy for money, so he is unwilling to go to work and stays at home to be a second-rate mystery novelist.

How lazy is Situ Yixiao? Even if he is going to be killed by someone now, he is too lazy to fight. He looks like he accepts his fate and even convinces himself to accept death.

Perhaps it was because he did not cherish the life given to him by others that angered the other party. The sharp knife in his hand gave up the original target heart, but stabbed it on the back of his hand and pierced his palm.

"Ah!" Situ Yixiao opened his mouth as he wished and screamed.

The man was not satisfied with letting him go with one knife, one by one, piercing him from his wrist, forearm, elbow, and shoulder. When the last knife penetrated into the heart, Situ Yixiao was like a dying crucian carp, opening his mouth wide but unable to make a sound.

No, he is more like a salted fish than a crucian carp.

"You are living like you, just wasting the life of Lailazi!" The man roared angrily, but Situ's smile could no longer hear it.

Seeing that Situ Yixiao had lost his breath, the murderer's breath became heavy and he trembled and unbuttoned his belt...

The next day, Shizuoka Prefecture, Hongou Conscious Police Officer looked at the chaotic crime scene with a fascination. A small police officer next to him hesitated to tell him the case: "The deceased Situ Yixiao, male, 25 years old, from Gunma Prefecture, currently lives in Tokyo and is a mystery novelist."

"The mystery novelist? He must have been urged to update the readers. Go back and check his readers." Henggou Temple said without thinking that he didn't want to stay in this place anymore. The red and white corpse made him disgusted.

"But the police officer..." the young police officer hesitated and said, "According to the investigation, his readers only have eight primary school students... I think it is not the readers who committed the crime, right?"

"...changed his profession into a vagrant." Henggou comprehends the command.

"Yes!" The little police officer executed the order loyally.

"The broken body is like a rotten pocket. There should be no need to have a mortal examination, right?" Henggou Tanju said disgustedly, covering his nose.

"Well... that, we also found out that the deceased Situ Yixiao was still active in Tokyo before his death, and died here suddenly."

"It's so far away that I'm driven by my colleagues in Tokyo." Henggou Chenzuo scratched the curly hair on his head, and guessed with his dead fish eyes.

"Police officer, the deceased's belt is gone, and we also found a strange mahjong plaque in close proximity..." the little police officer said with a strange look on his face.

"What are they all... Why didn't I see Mr. Maori?" The Henggou who hasn't used his brain for a long time shows a headache.

In the following days, similar murder cases occurred across Japan. The victim was kidnapped by the murderer and took him to another location, then brutally killed him, taking away a personal belonging, leaving a mahjong plaque marked.

Almost at a rate of one per day, six crimes were committed in Yamanashi, Gunma, Shizuoka, Kumamoto, Nagano, Saitama Prefecture and Tokyo within a week. As for why the six cases involved seven places, it was because the last case, the body of the deceased was in Nagano Prefecture, but his legs were stretched to Gunma Prefecture. The Nagano Prefecture Police Headquarters saw that the matter was already so big, so they simply pulled you Gunma into the water.

In fact, Saitama Prefecture was also pulled into the water. Among the two cases in Tokyo, one of the deceased's hometown was Saitama Prefecture, which was used as an excuse that Saitama Prefecture was also pulled into the water.

At the same time, Mizumatsu walked out of the Matsumoto Management Office with a frustrated look on his face.

Misa Narita's incident eventually turned into a unsolved case, with many reasons. One is that "a policeman was assassinated in the police station" has a bad impact after all, and it is not convenient for large-scale investigations to cause too much trouble. Secondly, the recent serial murder case has robbed this incident a lot.

Third, the most important thing is that someone above puts pressure on them.

Mizumatsu just asked about his leave, but the reason that made him frustrated was not just because he was in a waste of vacation. He had been mentally prepared for the holiday. Instead, the management officer of Matsumoto wanted to use Kogoro Mori as a special consultant to participate in the case discussion for the recent major cases.
Chapter completed!