Miss Tsushima

At [-]:[-] in the evening, a dead female, Junko, was found in the toilet.

Before entering the toilet, you can smell the strong smell of rust mixed with the unique aroma of the toilet.

The smell of blood, Tsushima Hiiragi subconsciously thought.

No one present is not familiar with this smell.

Tick ​​tock, the sound of water droplets falling on the ground is very soft, almost inaudible.

But it was like the buzzing of mosquitoes heard when half asleep and half awake, echoing particularly crisply in the ears in a quiet environment, which could not be ignored, and tensed one's nerves.

Tsushima Hiiragi stopped one step outside the toilet, the strong smell of blood penetrated into her lungs, she closed her eyes, the scene in the toilet was predictable.

From her angle, she could vaguely see the blood flowing slowly outward on the patterned marble.

Her shoulder was lightly pressed, Tsushima Hiiragi turned around, Dazai Osamu stood behind her and watched her quietly, Dazai Osamu's eyes were calm, Tsushima Hiiragi felt the hand on her shoulder slightly changes in strength.

There was no verbal communication, just a moment of eye contact, Tsushima Hiiragi understood Dazai Osamu's meaning from his eyes, and took a step back.

Tsushima Hiiragi entered the toilet one step behind Osamu Dazai, and the scene in the toilet was indeed similar to what she had imagined.

However, following behind Osamu Dazai, who was already much taller than her, his sight was blocked by the hem and shoulders of the black coat.

It wasn't obvious to her, in fact, she didn't like the smell of blood.

Heroic spirits endowed with the attribute of "death" would hate this smell, isn't it strange?

Drowning, suffocation, carbon monoxide, sleeping pills, these Tsushima Hiiragi can accept at all times.

Only the blood, she hates the rusty smell; she also doesn't like the feeling that it is drained from the body, and the consciousness gradually becomes cold and blurred.

Under the thin layer of skin, the surging dark red river looks like overripe red cherries.

She doesn't want to lose? anything? even in death.

She looked in through Dazai Osamu's shoulder, and the dizziness caused by the impact of the bloody smell was diluted. After several seconds, she pieced together and saw the whole picture of the scene.

Pale white moonlight, dark red blood, a woman who was hanged.

The silvery white moonlight penetrated through the narrow transom on the high place, lightly sprinkled on her blood-stained face, Junzi was hung by a thick hemp rope on the ceiling fan that had stopped working, her head was unnaturally tilted to one side, her silver hair ?Scattered?, purple-red bruises staggered across the neck.

Her cut wrists and ankles, the blood flowing down from them, pooled on the ground into a dark red lake.

Chang Zi slumped on the ground, covering her face and weeping in a low voice. It was hard to imagine that such a sharp and shrill scream could come out of her body just now.

"Chun... son?" Zuo Tian murmured like a dream, his eyes widened in disbelief, he pushed away the person standing in front of him, and rushed to the side of the hanging Chunzi's body

"Wait, don't touch the corpse!" Conan, who was squatting to observe the corpse, yelled, hugged his leg, and stopped him from trying to put the corpse down.

"Junko! Junko! It's impossible, it's not true!" He pushed Conan away, and hugged the dead body's stiff legs with a frantic expression.

Xiao Cang, who came running along with the crowd, lost his knees, knelt down beside a pool of blood, covered his face, tears kept leaking from between his fingers, and let out a heart-piercing cry like a wounded beast. Crying, "Junko!!"

His girlfriend Meiyue couldn't hide the anger on her face. She desperately wanted to pull up Xiao Cang who was limp beside Junzi's body, but his body was like boiled noodles, limp on the ground. Can't pull it up?

Osamu Dazai stopped a step before the corpse? He raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes to observe. The front end of his exquisitely crafted black leather shoes stepped on the edge of the pool of blood and was stained with blood, but he didn't care, just lost in thought thinking about something.

"Conan! Don't run around at the scene!" Xiaolan put her hands on her hips, bent down and counted Conan who fell in the toilet. Sister Lan, let me down quickly? Lah~"

"no!"

His coquettish offensive didn't work on Xiaolan? Xiaolan hugged him tightly, not giving him a chance to slip away.

After a while, Shigego Yokomizo, a county policeman from Kanagawa with a serious face, came to the scene. He walked around the scene first, and then walked under the corpse, "Is this really a cruel modus operandi? ..."

There were bruises everywhere, and it was almost tattered.

Not only was he hung up? He also cut the main artery to let blood out. There were strangle marks on his neck, and the wound on the top of his head wet the victim? Silver hair? All in strands.

If there is no deep hatred, there is no need to be so cruel to a young woman, right?

He raised his head and looked at the hanging body, muttering to himself.

"Yes, yes, this is really cruel to beautiful women."

"Hmm... No!" Officer Henggou turned his head abruptly, staring at Osamu Dazai, who was surrounded by the dead body, "The crime happened? Seriously, please leave the irrelevant personnel!"

"And you! Conan! Why are you here again?" He turned his head and looked at the innocent Conan. He was really a plague god. He thought these cases were brought by this kid!

"You people are all involved in the incident? Wait for the police to inquire in the lounge next to you!"

He glared at Conan who was hugged by Ran on his chest, the purple-haired young man standing by the window with his arms folded, and Osamu Dazai who was stunned under the corpse.

"All of you get out of here now?!" Henggou Shigeno waved his hand and drove them away like chickens.

"Really, don't you look here? Is it a place to play? It's true for young people nowadays!" He squeezed the space between his brows.

What is going on with the young people nowadays? They are not afraid to see the scene of a murder, but dare to play here. Police officer Henggou couldn't help but question the education in Japan.

After checking the scene, he walked to the first lounge, opened the notebook he carried with him, and started the routine questioning.

"Your name"

"Dazai, Dazai rule."

"age?"

"Seventeen."

No need for "occupation"? It must be a student, he asked as usual, and wrote it directly in the notebook.

Osamu Dazai said flatly as if he was answering what he ate this morning: "portmafia."

Oh oh, portmafia, Shigeno Yokogo crossed out the students and wrote por...

portmafia rested his pen on the page, staring at Osamu Dazai in shock.

portmafia, literally Port Mafia, the largest black force in Yokohama since the end of the dragon war.An organization known for its cruel methods, they are entrenched in Yokohama, from the government to the common people, and there is no one who is not afraid of the port mafia.

The boy in front of him naturally sat opposite, his long legs wrapped in high-grade trousers were propped up leisurely, his long black coat was draped over his shoulders, and his dark eyes were half-hidden by slightly curly hair.

This bland, immature boy belongs to the worst organization in Yokohama, portmafia.

Henggou Chongwu subconsciously clenched the body of the pen, feeling a sense of vigilance in his heart.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo today is relatively short, the school is too busy, and I can wait for a day to get a book... I will grow back after recovery

Police Officer Henggou: Suspect No. 1!

Dazai: Isn’t it just dating at the crime scene?What's wrong?

Police Officer Henggou: Mafia at the port sounds like a bad guy!

Dazai: Mafia, our port, has a nice guy who can help the old lady cross the road

Officer Henggou:? ? ? ?

Conan Wuqie Ranpo Dazai Dun said that they were all small scenes, and he was used to seeing them all. They are really villains

In the next chapter, the three views of Police Officer Henggou are about to collapse again.

，感谢在2020-08-2901:32:34~2020-08-3023:50:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 48 bottles of mousse; 5 bottles of Dazai; 1 bottle of Erer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!