C297 There Really Is Such a Thing as an Evil Spirit
C297 There Really Is Such a Thing as an Evil Spirit
There are no cases that I can't solve!
This was Fu Yuankang's motto, but of course, the prerequisite was that he had to have enough time.
Under the close attention of thousands of people, the news of Tosio's brother having his words cut by the ghoul reached Tokyo. Fu Yuankang's first reaction was to sneer without saying a word.
An expert, after all, would always have an enigmatic smile, but not a word was spoken, allowing others to guess what it was.
He really disliked the way things were done in Tokyo. Just because the murderer was hiding himself well, he could make use of the time and the place to make a fool out of himself and turn him into a real ghost.
Out of respect for his work, Fu Yuan had just called the Chief to remind him to ignore Liucun, Tosio's tongue had been cut off, and to protect Teng Xiu's return.
According to Fu Yuan Gang's judgement, the incident with the evil spirits was likely because the Chinese people were dissatisfied with Liucun and Tosio's provocation, so they had sent a top-notch expert to teach him a lesson.
The reason why he was cut was because of Teng Xiu's book, the one who offended China and deserved to be killed even though he was a long distance away from death.
Liucun Tosio was a big mouth, cutting off his tongue was a lesson in how to reflect on the benefits of talking nonsense in pain for the rest of his life. Oh, wrong, it was harmful.
However, Teng Xiu had written a book that affected thousands of people. If Hua Xia wanted to do something to him, they would only kill him. They wouldn't have any other methods of punishing him.
The bureau chief admired Fu Yuan and immediately called Hokkaido, requesting for the separation to provide Teng Xiu Tian with the most perfect protection. However, he had to be careful and hide in the dark, this was the only way to not scare away the killer.
The police officers of Hokkaido paid great attention to the director's instructions. They immediately dispatched more than a dozen special police officers led by Oshima Mau to lurk around Teng Xiu's home during the night. They watched the surroundings closely with wide eyes.
In order to ensure Teng Xiu's safety, six special police officers had hidden in the garden in front of their family's villa to feed the mosquitoes …
With so many people setting up an inescapable net, even if there were truly evil spirits, they would have no choice but to surrender.
Oshima, the commander of this operation, is sitting in a car on the street. He's in charge of monitoring all the monitors within a hundred meters.
Every half an hour, he would receive reports from underlings hiding in every corner, especially from the hidden sentries in the courtyard who were watching Teng Xiu's return.
Normal.
Normal.
It was still normal.
Before midnight, when everything was reported normally, not only did it not relax Oshima's mind, but it actually makes him even more nervous.
In the legends of Japan, the appearance of devils and monsters was always done at midnight.
As expected, the situation had changed. The sentry hidden in Teng Xiu's house said that he had observed Lady Teng Xiu through his night vision telescope. Lady Teng Xiu hurried into the bedroom.
There was nothing strange about this, many women who woke up in the middle of the night would suddenly have a strong sexual desire to have sex with their husbands. It was just like when they deliberately tried to test Oshima's thoughts, the people in the courtyard quickly asked for instructions, saying that they heard the sound of flesh colliding, what should they do, leader?
F * ck, what are you going to do with such a small matter? It's completely stupid. Do you want me to send you two to disrupt the peace between the two of them?
Those who had been reprimanded felt ashamed.
Half an hour later, the subordinate reported that Lady Teng Xiu had returned to her bedroom. It seemed that there was something wrong with the way she walked.
If you were a woman, even after being trampled on by the devil for so long, you would still be in a bad mood. All these years of culture in the motherland, it's all for nothing.
The fool did not dare to say anything else. He continued to lurk and feed the mosquito--only when the sun shined did he begin to curse under his breath and return home to catch up on his sleep.
Oshima, who is sleeping soundly, is awakened by the ringing of the phone.
The bad news was that Teng Xiu had died and hanged himself.
If he was going to hang himself, then so be it. However, there was a line written on his chest saying that he was a sinner.
The person who reported the case was Lady Teng Xiu's family's sister-in-law. She had promised to visit the sea today, but she didn't expect to see a corpse. It was truly unlucky.
After receiving the news, Oshima Mou quivered and rushed to Teng Xiu's house.
When he ran over, the coroner of the local police station had 'confirmed' the time of Teng Xiu's death. It was around 11: 43 in the morning last night.
Impossible!
Oshima's first reaction was to say these three words, only because the coroner had confirmed them an hour before Lady Teng Xiu was to be killed.
Would a dead man have sex with a woman?
Nonsense.
However, Oshima has nothing else to say. The dead man's body is very clean, including his stuff, there is nothing left that has been sour, but on the floor in the corner, he found a big pile of this stuff.
It was easy to test. It was soon confirmed to be the product of Lady Teng Xiu.
This meant that she had indeed enjoyed herself with a man last night for half an hour.
Ask Lady Teng Xiu immediately. Who did you have a good time with last night?
Lady Teng Xiu stood in front of the corpse and was silent for a long time before she answered. Ghost, a monster that could speak Chinese, she had seen her husband hang himself before she felt her heart ache. She wanted to escape, but the evil spirit used its terrifying eyes to hook up with her soul, making her obediently walk over and kneel on the ground.
As for how she got back to her room after she was done, he couldn't remember.
Are there really evil spirits?
Everyone at the scene shivered. Oshima asked Lady Teng Xiu, What else did the ghoul say to you?
Lady Teng Xiu shook her head and replied that she did not say anything.
Of course the evil ghost had said it, but she didn't dare to say it. The evil ghost had instructed her to do so.
At the scene, there were only the marks of Teng Xiu and her wife. There was no one else, not even the evil spirit that had caused her trouble. It must have been mixed with some of its stuff on the ground, but it couldn't be lifted up.
Just as everyone was feeling chills down their spines, the top criminal expert of Tokyo, Fu Yuegang, personally arrived.
Experts were experts. After rushing over, they immediately saw the words on the chest of the corpse.
It was not about how good the writing was, but about what kind of ink it was. It was written, how it could seep into the skin and never fade, just like a birthmark.
"Yin, Yin Talismans!"
Oshima suddenly thinks of those things in folklore, and says in a trembling voice.
In the local folklore, not everyone is familiar with the yin talismans -- are they familiar?
Not the yellow paper, with the twists and turns on it, but a pen.
Only a living person would be able to obtain the Yin Talisman from the Yin Lord and write it on his enemy, an evil spirit who would never fade until his death and had a deep hatred for him.
After that, the enemy would commit suicide at midnight.
After hearing Oshima's explanation, Fu Yuegang, who was hailed as Tokyo's number one expert in solving the crime, became stupefied. After a moment of silence, he took out a knife and gently peeled off a piece of skin from the corpse's chest.
The subcutaneous tissue still had this black color, as though it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
"Is, is there really a malicious existence?"
After having tested this color and finding it to be of no harm to the human body, the confident Fuyuan finally believed that there were some legends that did not come out of nowhere.
I'm sure there are.
It's just that the evil ghost comes from Chinese Qingshan — if I miss him, I can go and find him.
Thinking of the strange feeling of suffocation she felt last night, which she could not bear to abandon, Lady Teng Xiu swallowed her saliva and turned her face to the west. Her right hand pressed against her back and slowly slid down to the full moon.
On top of it, there was a terrifying black skull.
Could it be that this was a unique imprint that the evil spirits left behind for every woman they occupied?
Lady Teng Xiu was overthinking.
Lee Nanfang was a scammer. He was going to write a poem on it like 'Last night, there was spring rain', but after the brush landed, he habitually drew his signature, 'Black Skeleton'.
Alright, he admitted that drawing this thing on a woman's buttocks would give her a greater sense of accomplishment than painting it on a wall or on a tree. However, it would also give her a sense of accomplishment, but it was just that her thoughts were a little dirty.
But what was that?
He had wanted to kill Lady Teng Xiu as well, but seeing that she was so beautiful, he couldn't bear to.
Although it was a great humiliation for a woman to stand over her husband's body, it was still better than being killed.
Lee Nanfang blamed himself. Why did he always have a soft spot for women?
Not only that, when he was still feeling extremely sour and told others to miss him, he would come to Chinese Qingshan.
Wasn't this intentionally telling others that he was putting on an act and leading the Japan police to Qingshan to investigate this matter?
Then everything that he had planned would be exposed, leading to endless trouble.
Several times, he had wanted to return to Teng Xiu's home and kill that woman, completely silencing her.
He could only escape the Japan as fast as he could. This way, he would be able to preserve an additional beauty for his eyes in this ugly world.
He would regret it if he did it, and he would not be discouraged if he did not do it. This characteristic should be the biggest fatal flaw of Lee Nanfang.
He had a feeling that sooner or later, he would suffer greatly because of this.
Forget it, that's something that will take a while to think about. It's best to tell Lao Xie about it and entrust him to tell Second Fool that he can get some pure black pigment.
This item was simply too easy to use, especially when one was drawing on a woman's white buttocks. It felt extremely good.
This kind of pigment was actually a kind of grass juice, squeezed out from a kind of grass that was a specialty of the eight hundred Monarch Valley.
Because the grass juice had this unexplainable special effect, those eight hundred local bumpkins named it the Soul Possession Grass.
When extracting this grass juice, one had to be extra careful. Once stuck to the skin, it would be the same color for the rest of one's life.
Other than this, there was no other use for the Soul Possession Grass. Only a country bumpkin like Second Fool would make some treasures and give them to his best friend to thank Lee Nanfang for not fighting for Silly Girl with him.
Lee Nanfang was not interested in Silly Girl.
If he had to live eight hundred years, would he want the woman to be his mother-in-law?
F * ck, how could it be her?
He couldn't, definitely couldn't think of, that he was an elder.
But if there was a black skull on the elder's butt, that would be … f * * k, I already said I can't think of it.
Lee Nanfang thought of doing it, raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, giving Chen Dalee, who was reporting to him, a fright: "Ah, Boss Li, what are you doing?"
"I'm swatting mosquitoes. Is there a problem?"
Lee Nanfang put his right hand down and raised his eyelids. He glanced at Chen Dalee and asked lightly.
"No, no problem!"
Chen Dalee shook his head in panic, but he was confused. Boss Li's strength at smacking mosquitoes was a little too much. It even swelled up his own cheeks.