The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Shattered windows, blood all over the place, a little boy who disappeared after the guests left.

Holding a piece of broken glass in his hand, Sherlock confirmed that there were no clues worth wasting in the living room, turned around and walked towards the stairs on the edge of the living room: "Which room is Junxiong's bedroom in?"

"I'll take you there." Gayako got up from the sofa, walked quickly and came to him, the broken bones on his body creaked so painfully.

Fu Zhaosheng covered his ears resignedly, and suddenly thought that if both of them left, he would be the only one left in the living room, and he didn't know what ghost would come in as a guest!

After careful consideration, I still feel that it is safer to be with one of the queens of the West End. At least she needs Sherlock to work now, and she will definitely not do anything that is nothing to ghosts but excessive to humans.

"Wait for me!" Fu Zhao reluctantly left the corner of the wall that had just been warmed up, and walked up the stairs covered with dried blood handprints to the second floor of the villa.

Jiaye really deserved the title of "Single Loving Mother". The room of the missing Junxiong was the largest on the second floor. There was also an open-air balcony in the room overlooking the lawn behind the villa.

There are a few white dresses hanging on the balcony, and the smell of lemongrass laundry detergent fills the air with life... It would be more perfect if there were no large bloodstains on the dresses.

Fu Zhao plucked up the courage to touch it, only to find that the blood on the white clothes... was actually a printed pattern.

That's right, no one can bear to shed so much blood every day, so it's more efficient to paint.

The unique lawn in the West District is not quiet. The ground is tumbling and surging with high mounds of dirt. Bone-like hands squeezed out from the ground, with five fingers opening and closing, shaking off the dirt and grabbing the sky.

"Well, the scene is perfectly preserved. If Junxiong leaves here, there will be no evidence left." Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth without any smile, briefly observed the terrain outside, and focused on the interior .

Gayoko's pale face was shrouded in black air, and he lay on the balcony fence and coughed on the lawn downstairs: "Don't bother!"

The bone claws felt the resentment and coercion and retreated to the ground one after another. They didn't have thinking consciousness, but were planted in the garden as ornamental plants similar to pitcher plants.

This boy's bedroom is quite clean, and under the fluorescent lighting, it has a unique feeling of desertedness in a haunted house.

"There is no trace of use on the bed." Sherlock walked to the single bed in the center, leaned over and touched the brand new bed sheet, "At least I haven't slept with anyone... or ghosted for more than a month. "

Mr. Holmes finally made a mistake, that is, he stayed awake like a ghost.

Gayako tore the yellow paper charm seal on the wall and explained: "I usually live in the attic, and he is used to staying in the closet, occasionally going to the toilet for a few days."

"Your child is sleeping in the closet?" Fu Zhao avoided it, fearing that he would see something he didn't want to see when the closet was opened.

Jia Coconut threw the seal on the ground, and the bones of his hand clicked: "Ghosts don't need to rest, even if they run to the bed, they are sneaking into other people's bed for the purpose of killing their lives."

"A boy always sneaks into other people's bed, Sister Coconut, your family education is very problematic." Fu Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Did I say that your style can easily leave a bad impression on children ..."

"If you want to talk more, my son is healthy both physically and mentally." Gayako glared at him viciously, his eyes under the long hair habitually oozing blood.

"That's because he usually makes other people physically and mentally unhealthy..." Fu Zhao was very promising this time, instead of running away with a howl, he picked up the yellow paper amulet on the ground, wondering if he could make a copy and take it home.

Jiaye is quietly waiting for the members from the headquarters of the Security Bureau to give her the result. It would be a lie to say that she is not worried, but she is not particularly worried. After all, as the second generation of Li Gui, there are almost no people who can hurt Junxiong.

What if he sneaked out and claimed his life?

In the past, I used to be the main attacker Junxiong, who was more assisted, and that kid was just at the level of scaring people, but if people outside the West District were scared, the mother would definitely visit the door in person to apologize...

Sherlock leaned forward to look at the dark closet, and turned his head solemnly: "If Junxiong is still in the West District, you should be able to sense where he is."

"Of course, otherwise I would just go to other ghosts' houses to play, and I wouldn't have crossed the barrier to find you." Gayako sighed hoarsely as he sat on the bedside, his stiff face was angry and helpless, "He must have run out .”

Sherlock closed the closet door neatly, put his hands in his coat pockets and corrected: "I didn't run out, but was forcibly taken away."

Fu Zhao opened his eyes wide with interest: "Who?"

Which warrior actually kidnapped Li Gui!

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered violently, mixed with the roar of Kayako's resentment, the room suddenly felt haunted!

Fu Zhao jumped behind Sherlock at the moment when the abnormality appeared, and felt a little relieved by hugging him around his neck with such strength that he almost strangled him...

"Yes, who is it..." Gaye stood up straight and took a shaky step towards the detective in the windbreaker. The muscles under the dress did not move at all, completely like a stiff corpse.

Fu Zhao buried his head behind Sherlock's back and raised his voice to embolden himself: "Wealthy! Harmonious! Civilized!"

Sherlock calmly pulled off Fu Zhao's arm, and looked at the approaching wraith without dodging: "This afternoon, the four queens from the West District came to play mahjong with you. The seats at the mahjong table by the window are like this... Sadako is sitting On your left, Chu Renmei is on the right, and on the opposite side is Fu Jiang with his back against the floor-to-ceiling windows."

Jiaye's expression returned to normal, and he immediately stopped his approaching steps and crossed his arms to think: "...that's right."

"Then Sadako rushed to Chu Renmei who didn't follow the rules of the game. The two scuffled, even shattered all the glass and broke up..." Sherlock made an inviting gesture and politely asked her to sit down. Return to the original position and concentrate on restoring the scene, "When did Fu Jiang leave?"

Kayako glanced at the pale Fuzhao from the corner of his eye, and moved away obediently: "Fu Jiang left when Auntie Mei was singing at the top of her voice... no, when she used a sonic weapon, she is more elegant. , I'm usually picky about what to eat and what to wear, maybe I can't get used to this kind of scene."

"What if he didn't leave? The lawn under the balcony is full of traces of being turned over by the bone claws, but there is a small area that is very flat, because the bone claws feel more coercive, so they are lurking."

The suffocation in Sherlock's neck finally weakened a bit, and if he continued like this, he would be strangled to death by Fu Zhao before he was killed by the ghost, with a meaningful tone, "Not only did he not leave, but he also talked to your son..." The other aunts were Fighting downstairs, don't go out for the time being, are you bored? Come and find me'... Junxiong is not an ordinary six-year-old kid, it is of course no problem to jump directly from the second floor, and that person..."

Jia coconut resolutely denied his speculation: "Fu Jiang is my old friend. Although Junxiong is not afraid of her, there is no reason to be taken away, and I can feel the same kind of breath. Residents of the West District will leave traces of resentment when they approach here, and Like human footprints."

"Who said he was 'Fu Jiang'." Sherlock spread out his right hand, revealing a piece of blood-stained broken glass, "I found this downstairs. According to the description, Sadako and Chu Renmei were both bleeding and injured , and then Chu Renmei's scream shattered the window, even if there was blood on the glass, it could only be contaminated after falling to the ground. But I checked, there is no broken glass around the two of them, all are near the window."

Fu Zhao temporarily ignored his fear, and a picture seemed to appear in front of him.

In the living room scattered with mahjong tiles, all the glass suddenly cracked and made a crisp sound, and the injured Sadako almost retreated into the TV under the sound waves...

Jia coconut turned his dry eyes back and forth, and his long-dead brain seemed to be stuck under the bombardment of a lot of doubts. After all, a profession like a ghost does not require IQ, and it can be crushed by resentment.

Injury first and window destruction later, this is only possible if broken glass falls on the blood on the ground.

"It's not necessarily the blood of Sadako or Aunt Mei, maybe someone who was close was cut." Fu Zhao stretched out his arm and pinched the piece of glass, his calm observation ability was equally astonishing, "The blood stains appeared on the sharp On the side, someone got cut."

However, even if he was injured, judging from the murder weapon, there would probably be a small scratch like a scratched skin.

Sherlock put down his hand and nodded in agreement: "The person closest to the floor-to-ceiling windows at that time was 'Fu Jiang'. There is no doubt that she blocked all the debris. I have never been to the West District, but I have memorized the information of all the residents here. Fu Jiang's ability It is infinite division, every cell and every drop of her blood can grow into a new individual, and now the blood left by the injury has dried up."

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

"So the conclusion is that someone pretended to be Fu Jiang and took Junxiong away from the West District. To be more precise, that person was not a resident of the West District, so you didn't find the same kind of aura near the villa." Sherlock took it from Fu Zhao A piece of glass the size of a coin was handed over again, "The blood that does not proliferate is the evidence."

"Who is it?" Gayako looked at the fragments against the light, revealing a bloodless face.

Fu Zhao didn't dare to look directly, and immediately turned his head to look at the solemn and dark night outside, also wanting to know the answer.

"Based on all the information in my mind, there was only one person who met the current two restrictions. He was neither a spirit body from another world, but he could perfectly disguise the evil aura in his body, and he was not restricted by the barrier to enter and leave the West District at will. " Sherlock already knew the truth but still deliberately delayed the revealing time, pushing him forward, "...he was killed in the end."

The whole body of Fu Zhao was exposed in the sight of the ghost, like a mole that got out of the ground by mistake, and tried his best to stay away from Kayako: "Don't pull me out! When did I kill someone? Don't... ..."

The ending came to an abrupt end.

When he came to this world, he did kill a heinous murderer, that unlucky d3 infected person...

Sherlock's gray pupils became dim: "But there is still one person who has the last d3 virus that can change the appearance, and now it seems that he has already used it."