Kitakawaji returned to the B&B.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock.

Kitakawaji washed his body and soaked in the hot spring for a while. After feeling the warmth, he drove away the chill from his body, then put on the yukata prepared by the boss and walked back to his room.

It took about half an hour, but it was only half an hour

Nishikotsu took out all the things from Kitagawaji's waist bag.

The diary of the deceased, two broken notes, a group photo book and a roster from level 06 to level 09.

However, the diary of the deceased and the broken note are afterimages entangled with the resentment of the deceased, and the camera cannot image it at all, which makes Kitagawaji's hope of enriching the homepage.

But now is not the time to care about these things.

Kitagawa Temple strode over, picked up the Nishikojo who was lying on these things and put them aside, then lifted the small round table on the other side, and looked at the incandescent light above his head.

He turned the photo book directly to level 09, and took out the roster with his other hand.

Class B, Class B, Class B, Class B,

Kitakawaji paused.

A group photo of Class B, Class B, Grade 09, Class 2, Xucha High School.

Kitakawaji looked at the yellowing and discolored photos and took them out.

Fortunately, there is a protective plastic partition outside the photo album. The overall picture is still very complete when taken out, and the printed font is also very clear.

"Sakura is very aware of it."

The background of the photo is the sea, and Yuki Saki stood in the middle, showing a bright smile at the photo.

The students around them subconsciously leaned towards her.

Even through the photos, Kitakawa Temple can feel their lively youthful spirit.

It can also be seen from this that Yuki Saki was indeed very popular in Class B of the second year at that time.

In the line below the photo, the names of students traveling through the study were neatly printed.

At that time, Ishikawa Kuaido was wanted and naturally ignored by everyone.

Even the words "xx" (absent)" were not printed out.

"There is no problem on the roster." Kitagawa Temple turned the roster to Class B of the second year, and Ishikawa Kuaido's name was crossed out with a black carbon pen.

This is expected, and Kitagawaji doesn't care much about it.

What he has to think about now is how the murderer of that year completed the crime.

How can the other party arrange so many flammable materials in the school?

You should know that even artificial arson takes time, especially as the fire speed of Class B of the second year, the things arranged will take even more time.

And why didn’t they jump down from the window?

You should know that some landscape trees are basically planted outside the school building. Instead of being burned to death, it is better to fight to the death.

Unless the fire point is near the window, it takes even more time to prepare.

"When it comes to time and time, isn't it the best time to arrange the study tour for a week?" Kitagawa Temple's black eyes condensed.

He showed all the photos of his second year of high school and glanced at the people who were absent from the school trip.

Except for Ishikawa Kuidou, almost no one was absent from the entire second grade.

After all, this is a commemoration of the end of youth. Next, the second-year high school students will welcome the Battle of Tianwang Mountain in the third year of high school. Therefore, no matter whether they are bad or ordinary students, as long as the situation is not very special, they will attend such a gathering.

But this is only almost the case. Apart from Ishikawa Kuaido, there is another person who missed the school trip.

"It's really this person?" Kitakagiji's eyes flashed. He looked at the name of the absentee printed under a class in the second year of high school, and took a deep breath.

He took out some photos in the front of the photo book and compared them for a long time before he put them down.

He still didn't expect that he would even meet this name on the roster.

Kitagawa Temple closed the roster and photo book again, feeling a little tired.

It seems I still have to do something

The next day, Kitakawaji went out early.

He first went to Sucha High School, communicated with Yuki Saki for a while, and after reaching a consensus, he went to the convenience store to buy a new set of clothes and disposable masks.

After completing these things, Kitakawaji returned to the B&B and Hotel for standby.

It was not until the night fell that he changed into new clothes, brought Nishikotsu poorly, and left the hotel to put on a big mask.

"Sister Yushu, do you need me to send you home?"

The new female forensic doctor next to him looked at Sakura Yuki who was changing clothes and yawning.

This forensic doctor sent by the Tokyo Local Police Department to Yashan City is really amazing.

She just watched the other party dissect and analyze the flowing flowing process of the corpse, and a reverence naturally emerged in her heart.

And what about me? I am still in a panic until now. I shrank timidly as soon as I got on the table, so nervous that I dared not express the analysis results I came up with.

"No need, Nara, isn't your boyfriend coming to pick you up? Just go home with him." Sakura Yuki teased with a funny look.

The new female forensic doctor spoke again, but Yuki Sakura was too lazy to take care of her.

After all, she has heard so many compliments like the new female forensic doctor.

Why is Senior Yuki so powerful?

Why did Senior Yushu know the human body well?

Why

Actually, there are so many whys?

Sakura Yuki rubbed his temples, only to think these people were too annoyed.

If you practice a lot, you will naturally become proficient in the techniques, and there is really nothing to say.

Sakura Yuki left the police station and rubbed his palms.

For some reason, she always felt that the weather was very cold today, and the cold wind soaked her bones, which made her unable to help but tremble for a few times.

"It's really a psychological effect." Sakura Yuki said to himself and walked straight to the underground parking lot across the street.

The underground parking lot is bright, and Yuki Sakura stood at the entrance to look at the various vehicles lined up like morgues in the morgue.

The semi-closed underground did not bring any warmth to Sakura Yuki, and she shook her body.

The chill seemed to be stronger.

This weather is getting weirder.

Didn’t the weather forecast say that it has started to warm up? Why does it feel even colder than yesterday?

Sakura Yuki muttered in her heart, and came to his car, took out the key and opened the car door and got into it.

The environment inside the car was no different from when she left this morning.

Cigarette lighter, placed in the car in front of the perfume box, toilet paper towel

No one has moved the things in the car.

Yes, there is nothing strange about it.

But Yuki Sakura always feels that something is abnormal.

It's like I've overlooked something.

Sakura Yuki couldn't help looking out of the car.

The underground parking lot was quiet, with no one, and the entire underground parking lot was like a large coffin.

Sakura Yuki shook her head, and while looking in front, she reached out to the back seat to groping for the lady's cigarettes she didn't know where she put.

What did she touch?

As a forensic doctor, she quickly reacted.

That was the man's strong arms.

It turns out that the illusion I have always felt is not that the things in the car have been moved.
Chapter completed!