Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Araga Tengichiro flipped through the report of this vicious murder case page by page. The moment the murder scene was discovered, the police sent people to protect the scene, and the professionals from the trace inspection department also conducted a rough inspection. However, in this remote rural area, there are not a few cases a year, and the various inspection equipment that has been shelved for many years are either outdated or outdated, and the final analysis reports are not exhaustive. Satisfactory.

There were no fingerprints, no footprints, and the only certain information was that the deceased was Kota Uchimura, a 35-year-old middle-aged man with a healthy body who had quarreled with his wife before his death.

In addition, although Uchimura's house was the scene of the crime, there was no trace of the corpse being disposed of. On the contrary, some traces of dragging were found in the center of the blood clot that had dried up and scabbed. There is also such a guess: the suspect may have transferred the body of the deceased for destruction for the second time.

This guess should have been a solid fact, but because the scene was too "noisy" and messy, the Trace Inspection Department, which was fully responsible for its own report, did not dare to give a too definite conclusion. The whole report They are all vague "possible", "perhaps", and "probable", slick and sophisticated, clearly picking themselves up.

After all, if the scene of the crime was the scene of the destruction of the corpse, the corpse of the deceased could not have been disposed of so cleanly without any trace or movement.

The bones and meat were ground into fine particles and boiled into pots of broth. The living room was covered with viscera mixed with blood. The hair blocked the kitchen pipes and was eventually pulled out of the sewer by the police.

But unfortunately, there are very few surveillance cameras on the barren rural streets. Even diligent police officers searched day and night, but failed to find any useful information.

The most incredible thing is the analysis of the cause of death finally given by the trace inspection department.

[The deceased should have been twisted into a hemp rope by a huge force like a towel, and the blood and internal organs were oppressed and sprayed out, killing him instantly, and this situation at the crime scene appeared. ]

Obviously, even the person who gave the conclusion couldn't believe the conclusion he drew. Hesitant and skeptical attitudes were revealed on what should have been a professional and rigorous report, and the analysis given was also full of personal inferences.

The scene of the destruction of the corpse is unknown, the method of killing is unknown, and the cause of death of the deceased is unknown.

This case full of doubts made Araga Tengichiro have a splitting headache, so he could only pursue the case along the only remaining line of thought.

--people network.

Both of Uchimura Kota’s parents have already passed away due to illnesses. He is a man of few words and has few acquaintances. Relatively, he has never had any grudges. According to neighbors and colleagues, the only time he quarreled with others was when his daughter passed away unexpectedly. On that day, Uchimura Kota had an argument with his wife.

"Kanako blamed him for not taking good care of his daughter, so Uchimura became angry, his face was flushed, his breath was short and his neck was thick, and his eyes were horrifying. He yelled at Kanako," the neighbor who helped deal with Uchimura Erina's funeral imitated it decently," "It's not that you take care of other people's children all day! You don't necessarily come back to see Erina once a month! I have to work during the day and take care of Erina at night, how can I follow her all the time!!"

Uchimura Kota's wife, Uchimura Kanako.

Grasping this clue, Araga Tengichiro first asked the clerk to sort out the information of Uchimura Kanako.

Apart from basic information such as age and address, Araga Tengichiro noticed that Kanako had been employed by the local Chinese Tsushima clan since she was 29 years old. It was also seen that she didn't even have a moment's notice after dealing with her daughter's funeral. After resting more, he immediately returned to the Tsushima mansion.

Although it was not a big deal, Kanako's somewhat abnormal behavior still made Araga Tengichiro a little suspicious.

Araga Tengichiro thought for a while, called a few police officers, and sent them to Tsushima to investigate.

He specifically asked, "Be humble, a tough attitude will not work for the Tsushima family."

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Reo Tsushima was assigned a new residence and a servant to take care of him.

Although it was still in a courtyard away from the main house, and the servants were equally indifferent and reluctant, it was much better than his previous situation.

At least the tatami mats are brand new and dry, the bedding has just been exposed to the sun, fluffy and soft, the servants are not very kind but they will not skimp on his food and clothing. Yang even softened his cheeks.

Reo Tsushima was wearing a stiff new dress, and she was begging the new servant to play with him coquettishly. The smile on his face was bright and without haze. Anyone who looked at him seemed to be soaking in a honeypot and growing up. child.

The servant who was sweeping the courtyard looked impatient, but he didn't say anything to drive Tsushima Reo away. He only coaxed the child perfunctorily while busying himself.

Shuji Tsushima watched quietly for a while, didn't stay long, just pretended to pass by, and continued to walk towards the Japanese room where he was teaching. The teacher invited by the Patriarch Tsushima was already waiting there.

In his heart, Shuji Tsushima didn't want too many people to notice Reo Tsushima, but not because of his frighteningly weird talent, but because of Reo Tsushima's unique, dizzying smile.

Long, long ago, when Shuji Tsushima met Reyo Tsushima for the first time, his small, ignorant, barren and unnegligible desires began to germinate——

—he wanted to keep that smile for himself.

That happy, carefree smile that was more precious than the golden rainy sun in this dying mansion.

The way to the Japanese room is through the main entrance of the Tsushima house. The blue stone slabs are paved across the courtyard and extend to the main house where the owner lives. Between the stone slabs there are some green sprouts quietly blooming. The mud from the soles of the shoes of the guests, guests, and servants rubbed against the grayness, and it grew silently and luxuriantly.

The servant Shuji Tsushima was sent to take care of him held hands carefully, and walked lightly on tiptoe through the gaps in the stone slabs that were a bit wide for him, and the well-trimmed trees and grass were brushed by his wide sleeves , shaking slightly, it happened that the bamboo tube filled with clear water lost its balance, and hit the gray-white pier like a dragonfly, and there was a crisp and loud "click".

"Tuk Tuk."

Shuji Tsushima tilted his head and stopped in his tracks as the knock on the door almost overlapped with the sound of bamboo and stone.

"Are there any visitors?"

Shuji Tsushima's tone was unhurried, with the dignity of the old Chinese. There was a slight smile on his face, and a little doubt just right at the corners of his brows and eyes.

He stood quietly on the spot, watched the butler open the door, and nodded slightly to the intruder, as if apologizing.

Hua Zi, the servant in charge of taking care of his daily life, looked at the scene not far away, bent down and said to him humbly, "It looks like this, Master Xiuzhi."

"Father and two elder brothers are still in Tokyo and haven't come back. Mother is sick in bed, so it's inconvenient to receive guests." Shuji Tsushima said leisurely, "Go and tell the butler to lead the guests to the tea room. past."

Hua Zi, who knew nothing, responded calmly, turned around and walked towards the butler.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the back of Hanako talking with the butler, and the looming police uniforms covered by the door, and quietly squeezed the wet sleeves that had just been brushed by the grass blades. With a little wet cold.

After a few breaths, Shuji Tsushima let go of his hands, smoothed his crumpled sleeves, turned around far away from the yard where Reio Tsushima was, changed his route, and walked towards the tea room.

On the way, he ran into a servant carrying a small bucket with a rag on it, so he summoned him casually, and said carefully, "Go to the Japanese room in the middle of the east, and take a short leave for me and Yamana-sensei, just say this : "A few guests came to visit, and Master Xiuzhi couldn't get away, and he will arrive later." Do you understand?"

The servant carrying the bucket nodded hurriedly, saying that he remembered it.

In a side courtyard, Tsushima Reo, who was soft and stubborn, got an old and slightly shriveled colored ball from the servant, and ran aside contentedly to play by herself.

Lian Yang, who was used to wearing Erina's old clothes, was not yet used to the tough new clothes. He found a belt, imitating the appearance of a servant when cleaning the courtyard, and clumsily rolled up the wide sleeves on both sides. He got up, tied a crooked and scrawled bow behind his back, exposing his thin, fragile arms, and was patting the ball that had been mended many times with colored cloth strips.

The cumbersome ball requires Reo Tsushima to shoot with all his strength to bounce on the compacted ground. The cumbersome cloth strips rubbed against the dust on the ground, and every time it jumps into the air, it brings up a fine haze. The servant on the side frowned again and again, showing a look of disgust, and simply turned his back, out of sight.

The child, who had always been scolded and restrained, was playing happily, and the little palms were inevitably covered with mud and dust, which was black and unclean.

Reo Tsushima seemed to realize this problem after playing for a while. The ball, which was held in his arms like a baby before, rolled aside and leaned alone beside the thin tree that was not very energetic. He stood there with his head bowed. He clasped his hands together and rubbed the dirt on his hands vigorously.

The servant who finished today's cleaning wiped the sweat from his forehead, and subconsciously glanced at Reo Tsushima, seeing this little young master who was not valued obediently standing where he was, and then let go after not running around. Taking a breath, he turned around and planned to find a place to rest.

He didn't see that the child who is usually cute and innocent, now has a expressionless face on his drooping face. He is very serious and patiently picking the dirt between his nails one by one with his short nails. things.

Among the dust that fell down like snowflakes, there were a few hard, dark red scabs that were barely visible.