The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town
Chapter 36 I finally know the cunning murderer
Looking in the direction of Toru Amuro's finger, I was dumbfounded.
He means……
The murderer is the psychic old lady?
"How is it possible!" The murderer herself, the psychic old woman, looked even more unbelievable than me, "The old woman is so old and her legs are not good, how could she kill people! Heaven, earth, there are people here who wronged people Nah..."
Her tone is very similar to the aunts who are grabbing vegetables with me in the supermarket. As long as I take a step forward, they can't wait to sit on the ground and cry.For a long time, this has worried me to the core. I was so anxious that the food was no longer delicious, and the dishes were no longer delicious. No matter how salty I am, I can’t accept that someone rushes to the shelf to bully me, leaving me a mess Rotten vegetables.
Anyway, let the child have leftover chicken wings.
In view of the bad behavior of the aunts, I often call Matsuda Jinpei to accompany me to buy vegetables and chicken legs. His tall and tall figure stands forward, wearing sunglasses that his relatives do not recognize. No aunt in a radius of ten miles dares to approach. Let me choose, sometimes I can miss a shrimp or something.
Matsuda Jinpei, your caring housekeeper for grocery shopping.
Toru Amuro seemed to be troubled by the crying of some old women just like me, so he held his forehead helplessly:
"It is indeed impossible for an older person to do so many things in a short period of time, such as killing people, changing clothes and mixing with the crowd, but what if this person is not very old? These things should not be difficult for a young person to do. "
"Sometimes I'm older, and sometimes I'm not, what are you talking about?" the magician complained impatiently.
At this time, Conan didn't know when he sneaked around behind the old psychic woman, and while she was not paying attention, he plucked her hair from behind.
I looked at Conan's small movements, and my eyes were straight. Conan pulled off a ball of white fufu hair, like a ball of cotton, the amount was so huge that even when I worked day and night in 007, I never lost so many hairs. hair.
Is fortune-telling a kind of occupation that overdraws one's own lifespan in order to get a glimpse of destiny?That's how it was written in the junk novels I read when I was bored at home. These people usually have a short life span, or are poor and blind, as the price for spying on the destiny.
What a miserable profession, I sighed silently in my heart.
Occupation does not distinguish between high and low, but it is divided into "continue to hang on" and "run away when you die!".Obviously, the psychic old woman's career is of the "dying and running!" type. In my opinion, a lot of hair loss is not a few days away from "dying".
I remember that when I was still struggling on the edge of 007 work, I once saw a colleague who was on a business trip. His hair was mixed with a little gray hair, and his face was full of traces of years of erosion. A strand of his freshly fallen hair floated in the air as he spoke to me.
However, his voice is quite loud, not like the tone and volume that a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life should have. In order to prevent embarrassment on the road, I also asked him how to maintain the state of his voice.
Then I heard this colleague say to me proudly: "No, it's nothing, just drink plenty of water and go to the toilet, so you can still work and catch fish, and you see, I am 25, and I am still in good health!"
two...five...
I looked at his gray hair, his wrinkles, his dark circles, his pimples.
I remembered that I was still up all night typing and working like crazy the day before.
I swallowed my saliva in fear, and the long speech "Experience on Maintenance" by my colleague behind me has become a vague background sound.
At that time, there was only one word that echoed repeatedly in my mind:
resignation
I decided to resign.
Stop loss in time.
extend your life.
The psychic reminded me of this former colleague inadvertently. I lowered my head silently, covered my face and sighed. I don’t know how he is doing now, whether he is still wasting years in this position, and I don’t know his salary. Has it risen? Is it only food and clothing every month?
"Sigh." I sighed again, "Why do people in some positions work until they turn white overnight, why is there no job that can make employees look young again, this world is really unfair."
Conan glanced at me leisurely, as if he was full of thoughts but could not tell, his eyes seemed to be full of deep resentment, he said:
"It's not impossible, like a high school detective."
I was still immersed in the sadness of remembering the past, and I didn't think carefully about Conan's words. At that time, I didn't know that rejuvenation would cause the person concerned the same pain as white hair overnight. If so, it is more cost-effective to stay young forever.
On the other side, Toru Amuro, who didn't know that my inner activities had turned to the [-]th bend of the mountain road, continued to reason:
"Being misled by your appearance from the beginning, coupled with the fact that you made a deliberate stagger, no one doubted that you were an elderly person with limited mobility, which also gave your career as a psychic to people. More credibility, actually..."
Toru Amuro paused for a moment, deliberately leaving a blank space, which aroused my curiosity, and I couldn't help pricking up my ears, wanting to hear his next conclusion.
"Actually... you're only in your 20s, psychic... the old woman."
Toto Amuro specially emphasized the word "grandmother" at the end, which was undoubtedly shocking as a bomb to the hearts of everyone present.
"What?!" I couldn't help but blurted out, "Does being a psychic consume so much of your body? You're only in your 20s and you're like an old lady? This is too scary."
I thought of my poor colleague again. Is he also getting old now, like an old man fishing by the river?Does he still have the strength to work overtime?Can he still bite into the pancake drawn by the boss?
Fortunately, I ran away early, and I was able to maintain my youthful appearance. I really escaped by luck.
Fortunately, I patted my chest and sighed that I survived the disaster, survived the catastrophe, and ran away in time.
This time it was Amuro's turn to be dumbfounded, he stared blankly at me with three huge question marks on his head: "Huh?"
I also don't understand what he's talking about, and I was speechless with him, exchanging facial expressions like emojis, and answered him with three question marks? ? ?
I feel like we're not talking on the same channel.
Then I saw Conan was silent, raised his hand, and waved the white hair-like object in his hand to me like the Northeast couple turning a handkerchief, turning it around with a whirring sound.
I took a closer look, and it turned out that this is not a one-off real hair, but a wig...
I lowered my head, but this time I didn't lower my head to cover my face and sigh, but I lowered my head to dig a hole and dig out a rocket to escape from the earth quickly. My eyesight was bad, I was impatient, and I was ashamed.
I rubbed my eyes, then raised my head to look at the psychic who looked like an old lady but actually had a soul in her 20s. Her wig had been ripped off by Conan, and there was no expression on her face.
Because she had already taken out a handkerchief, covering her face, and was wiping it slowly and vigorously.
When she raised her head again, her face gave me complete shock again.
Her wrinkles and age spots have disappeared, and her skin has unfolded as if she had been injected with sheep placenta. From the inside to the outside, she looks like a different person. The big change is enough to shoot a small commercial. Is this another secret recipe?
I secretly said to Xiaolan: "Why is her handkerchief like a magic tissue, and it can become younger and more beautiful like Gunara, the God of Darkness?"
Xiaolan said, "You are stupid, those are makeup remover wipes."
The psychic old woman who can endorse makeup remover wipes, bah, she should be called Miss Psychic now, her face is full of the typical expression template of a murderer, three points are lonely and seven points are misunderstood, and the remaining ninety points are for the deceased resentment.
Toru Amuro naturally went to the field for an intermission.
Next, let us invite the murderer, the stage is handed over to you, please start your speech.
I casually took out a bucket of popcorn from my bag and put it between me and Xiaolan, and we started to chew.
But I didn't expect that the first person mentioned by the confessed murderer was me.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry, Miss Riko. I sneaked into your room and took the diary after you were kidnapped. Nana's diary wrote a lot about me and her. , At that time, I couldn’t let you know this.”
She lowered her head: "So please forgive me for not telling others about your kidnapping, because I can't tell them that I have been to your room."
I am a little sad. Although I am standing here completely intact, it does not mean that I can forgive her behavior. If Toru Amuro hadn't acted in time, I might be reduced to become a lonely wild soul on this island. The ghost becomes a black and white photo on Matsuda Jinping's wall again.
"I'm sorry..." Miss the psychic medium gradually began to cry, her tears fell down in big drops, fell on the thick carpet on the ground, and were instantly absorbed.
"I'm sorry for you...and I'm sorry for Nana..."
While crying, she explained to everyone her love and hatred with the deceased Mrs. Hans...
It doesn't seem to be the case, it should be her love and hatred with the missing Miss Nana.
The author says:
Tomorrow there will be two chapters, two chapters in one, and the tool man Matsuda Jinpei congratulates everyone on Happy Children’s Day!
Come and squat at six o'clock tomorrow night and I will update two chapters in a row!
It is expected to finish this case tomorrow, and next...hehe...no sweet, no money
感谢在2022-05-2915:00:43~2022-05-3017:50:00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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 45 bottles of Papu Xiuvia; 10 bottles of Raphael; 5 bottles of Bodhi; 3 bottles of Daiju;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
He means……
The murderer is the psychic old lady?
"How is it possible!" The murderer herself, the psychic old woman, looked even more unbelievable than me, "The old woman is so old and her legs are not good, how could she kill people! Heaven, earth, there are people here who wronged people Nah..."
Her tone is very similar to the aunts who are grabbing vegetables with me in the supermarket. As long as I take a step forward, they can't wait to sit on the ground and cry.For a long time, this has worried me to the core. I was so anxious that the food was no longer delicious, and the dishes were no longer delicious. No matter how salty I am, I can’t accept that someone rushes to the shelf to bully me, leaving me a mess Rotten vegetables.
Anyway, let the child have leftover chicken wings.
In view of the bad behavior of the aunts, I often call Matsuda Jinpei to accompany me to buy vegetables and chicken legs. His tall and tall figure stands forward, wearing sunglasses that his relatives do not recognize. No aunt in a radius of ten miles dares to approach. Let me choose, sometimes I can miss a shrimp or something.
Matsuda Jinpei, your caring housekeeper for grocery shopping.
Toru Amuro seemed to be troubled by the crying of some old women just like me, so he held his forehead helplessly:
"It is indeed impossible for an older person to do so many things in a short period of time, such as killing people, changing clothes and mixing with the crowd, but what if this person is not very old? These things should not be difficult for a young person to do. "
"Sometimes I'm older, and sometimes I'm not, what are you talking about?" the magician complained impatiently.
At this time, Conan didn't know when he sneaked around behind the old psychic woman, and while she was not paying attention, he plucked her hair from behind.
I looked at Conan's small movements, and my eyes were straight. Conan pulled off a ball of white fufu hair, like a ball of cotton, the amount was so huge that even when I worked day and night in 007, I never lost so many hairs. hair.
Is fortune-telling a kind of occupation that overdraws one's own lifespan in order to get a glimpse of destiny?That's how it was written in the junk novels I read when I was bored at home. These people usually have a short life span, or are poor and blind, as the price for spying on the destiny.
What a miserable profession, I sighed silently in my heart.
Occupation does not distinguish between high and low, but it is divided into "continue to hang on" and "run away when you die!".Obviously, the psychic old woman's career is of the "dying and running!" type. In my opinion, a lot of hair loss is not a few days away from "dying".
I remember that when I was still struggling on the edge of 007 work, I once saw a colleague who was on a business trip. His hair was mixed with a little gray hair, and his face was full of traces of years of erosion. A strand of his freshly fallen hair floated in the air as he spoke to me.
However, his voice is quite loud, not like the tone and volume that a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life should have. In order to prevent embarrassment on the road, I also asked him how to maintain the state of his voice.
Then I heard this colleague say to me proudly: "No, it's nothing, just drink plenty of water and go to the toilet, so you can still work and catch fish, and you see, I am 25, and I am still in good health!"
two...five...
I looked at his gray hair, his wrinkles, his dark circles, his pimples.
I remembered that I was still up all night typing and working like crazy the day before.
I swallowed my saliva in fear, and the long speech "Experience on Maintenance" by my colleague behind me has become a vague background sound.
At that time, there was only one word that echoed repeatedly in my mind:
resignation
I decided to resign.
Stop loss in time.
extend your life.
The psychic reminded me of this former colleague inadvertently. I lowered my head silently, covered my face and sighed. I don’t know how he is doing now, whether he is still wasting years in this position, and I don’t know his salary. Has it risen? Is it only food and clothing every month?
"Sigh." I sighed again, "Why do people in some positions work until they turn white overnight, why is there no job that can make employees look young again, this world is really unfair."
Conan glanced at me leisurely, as if he was full of thoughts but could not tell, his eyes seemed to be full of deep resentment, he said:
"It's not impossible, like a high school detective."
I was still immersed in the sadness of remembering the past, and I didn't think carefully about Conan's words. At that time, I didn't know that rejuvenation would cause the person concerned the same pain as white hair overnight. If so, it is more cost-effective to stay young forever.
On the other side, Toru Amuro, who didn't know that my inner activities had turned to the [-]th bend of the mountain road, continued to reason:
"Being misled by your appearance from the beginning, coupled with the fact that you made a deliberate stagger, no one doubted that you were an elderly person with limited mobility, which also gave your career as a psychic to people. More credibility, actually..."
Toru Amuro paused for a moment, deliberately leaving a blank space, which aroused my curiosity, and I couldn't help pricking up my ears, wanting to hear his next conclusion.
"Actually... you're only in your 20s, psychic... the old woman."
Toto Amuro specially emphasized the word "grandmother" at the end, which was undoubtedly shocking as a bomb to the hearts of everyone present.
"What?!" I couldn't help but blurted out, "Does being a psychic consume so much of your body? You're only in your 20s and you're like an old lady? This is too scary."
I thought of my poor colleague again. Is he also getting old now, like an old man fishing by the river?Does he still have the strength to work overtime?Can he still bite into the pancake drawn by the boss?
Fortunately, I ran away early, and I was able to maintain my youthful appearance. I really escaped by luck.
Fortunately, I patted my chest and sighed that I survived the disaster, survived the catastrophe, and ran away in time.
This time it was Amuro's turn to be dumbfounded, he stared blankly at me with three huge question marks on his head: "Huh?"
I also don't understand what he's talking about, and I was speechless with him, exchanging facial expressions like emojis, and answered him with three question marks? ? ?
I feel like we're not talking on the same channel.
Then I saw Conan was silent, raised his hand, and waved the white hair-like object in his hand to me like the Northeast couple turning a handkerchief, turning it around with a whirring sound.
I took a closer look, and it turned out that this is not a one-off real hair, but a wig...
I lowered my head, but this time I didn't lower my head to cover my face and sigh, but I lowered my head to dig a hole and dig out a rocket to escape from the earth quickly. My eyesight was bad, I was impatient, and I was ashamed.
I rubbed my eyes, then raised my head to look at the psychic who looked like an old lady but actually had a soul in her 20s. Her wig had been ripped off by Conan, and there was no expression on her face.
Because she had already taken out a handkerchief, covering her face, and was wiping it slowly and vigorously.
When she raised her head again, her face gave me complete shock again.
Her wrinkles and age spots have disappeared, and her skin has unfolded as if she had been injected with sheep placenta. From the inside to the outside, she looks like a different person. The big change is enough to shoot a small commercial. Is this another secret recipe?
I secretly said to Xiaolan: "Why is her handkerchief like a magic tissue, and it can become younger and more beautiful like Gunara, the God of Darkness?"
Xiaolan said, "You are stupid, those are makeup remover wipes."
The psychic old woman who can endorse makeup remover wipes, bah, she should be called Miss Psychic now, her face is full of the typical expression template of a murderer, three points are lonely and seven points are misunderstood, and the remaining ninety points are for the deceased resentment.
Toru Amuro naturally went to the field for an intermission.
Next, let us invite the murderer, the stage is handed over to you, please start your speech.
I casually took out a bucket of popcorn from my bag and put it between me and Xiaolan, and we started to chew.
But I didn't expect that the first person mentioned by the confessed murderer was me.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry, Miss Riko. I sneaked into your room and took the diary after you were kidnapped. Nana's diary wrote a lot about me and her. , At that time, I couldn’t let you know this.”
She lowered her head: "So please forgive me for not telling others about your kidnapping, because I can't tell them that I have been to your room."
I am a little sad. Although I am standing here completely intact, it does not mean that I can forgive her behavior. If Toru Amuro hadn't acted in time, I might be reduced to become a lonely wild soul on this island. The ghost becomes a black and white photo on Matsuda Jinping's wall again.
"I'm sorry..." Miss the psychic medium gradually began to cry, her tears fell down in big drops, fell on the thick carpet on the ground, and were instantly absorbed.
"I'm sorry for you...and I'm sorry for Nana..."
While crying, she explained to everyone her love and hatred with the deceased Mrs. Hans...
It doesn't seem to be the case, it should be her love and hatred with the missing Miss Nana.
The author says:
Tomorrow there will be two chapters, two chapters in one, and the tool man Matsuda Jinpei congratulates everyone on Happy Children’s Day!
Come and squat at six o'clock tomorrow night and I will update two chapters in a row!
It is expected to finish this case tomorrow, and next...hehe...no sweet, no money
感谢在2022-05-2915:00:43~2022-05-3017:50:00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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 45 bottles of Papu Xiuvia; 10 bottles of Raphael; 5 bottles of Bodhi; 3 bottles of Daiju;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
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