Chapter 134 The Worst Murderer in History (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

6pm

Sakaki Makoto and Rumi Takayama returned to Tsukishima Hotel.

The moment he walked into the room, Sakaki realized that someone had been here.

Although the furnishings in the room have not changed, there is a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

The smell is very light, almost inaudible.

Sakaki Makoto had not smoked in the room.

And the tobacco tastes different too.

The cigarettes he smokes taste better.

There was an opened letter on the carpet by the door.

Not only that, there were a few dust particles falling under the edge of the window sill.

On the eaves of the wall outside the window, wavy footprints about 26cm long are clearly visible.

Sakaki suddenly frowned.

The other party came in through the window.

Thief?

No.

If a thief were to rummage through the cabinets, the room would not be so tidy.

If you don’t seek money, you can only do it for people.

the other party’s goals.

Is it him or Rumei Takayama?

"Makoto?"

Rumi Takayama appeared at the door. Seeing him standing there in a daze, she asked curiously:

"Let's go have dinner!"

"Wait a mininute."

Sakaki sat on the bed and opened the letter.

[If you want to know the truth, come to the third bend in the back mountain at 10 o'clock tonight. 】

"hiss"

Suddenly, Sakaki took a breath of air.

Extremely shocked.

Are all prisoners so conscious these days?

It is indeed a country where kamikaze death squads appeared.

Every one of them is a self-destructing truck.

Before he could do anything, the other party came to his door.

It's like the old man hanged himself because he didn't want to live long.

"ah!"

Takayama Rumi looked over and saw the words on the letter, and tugged on Sakaki Makoto's clothes with some excitement:

"The case is here, the case is here!"

"Let's go solve the case tonight!"

Sakaki rolled his eyes, balled up the letter, and threw it into the trash can accurately:

"Don't go!"

"Can't you see such an obvious trap?"

"But you are a detective!"

Takayama Rumei was stunned:

"Isn't the so-called detective meant to face difficulties and then heroically catch the murderer?"

Rubbing his eyebrows helplessly, Sakaki said with a wry smile:

"Watch less TV series"

"That's not called solving a crime, it's called committing suicide."

"What about the professional ethics of detectives?"

Rumi Takayama was completely dumbfounded.

"First of all, I'm not a detective."

Seeing Takayama Rumi's serious look, Sakaki felt the need to remind her:

"Secondly, no matter what time it is, the detective must first ensure his own safety, instead of going to the mountain with tigers in mind."

"Third, who told you that I have professional ethics?"

Gao Shan Liumei: "."

This was completely different from the detective she had seen in Dahe dramas.

In the novels of the great writer Edogawa Ranpo, as long as the prisoner takes the initiative to reveal his identity, the protagonist should not hesitate to attack and fight with the prisoner's wits and courage!

She was quite looking forward to solving the case.

But Sakaki was not looking forward to it at all.

He has encountered too many cases, and he knows that there are never all prisoners to be caught.

and

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There might be something good to watch tonight.

The letter was at the door, but the other party clearly didn't need to go to great lengths to crawl into the room from the eaves of the wall, so he specifically put the letter at the door.

Just slide it in through the door.

So it is very possible that these are two groups of prisoners.

In this case, just let them bite the bullet, and why are you messing around?

Nightfall, 10pm.

After nightfall, the humidity on the mountain has obviously increased a lot. There is a faint light of cold dew in the trees, and it is quiet and quiet.

"Made."

Suddenly a low curse came from a bush:

"It's already ten o'clock, is Sakaki coming or not?"

"My old cold legs can't stand it any longer."

"It should come"

An uncertain voice sounded:

"He is a famous detective."

"You have to have professional ethics"

"If you don't come in ten minutes, I'll go back!"

Ten minutes later.

It's so dark on the mountain at night that you can't even see your fingers.

The three of them, Kuroiwa Tatsuji, were lying in wait in the grass for more than an hour. However...

The agreed time has long passed, but not even Sakaki's shadow was seen.

"I've told you before that he won't be fooled!"

shouted the hedgehog.

"Shh!"

"Coming, coming!"

There was the sound of footsteps under the stone steps.

The evening wind blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound.

The dark clouds receded and the moonlight illuminated the forest.

A dark figure walked up sneakily, turning back three times a step.

Extremely vigilant.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji and the others were refreshed.

It was so dark that they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly. They could only vaguely see that the person who came was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, and he was a man.

This outfit must be that of Sakaki Makoto!

Yamamoto Makihara was very cautious. He looked around and found no one. He glanced at his watch strangely.

After reading the letter in the room, he immediately formed a new plan.

Doing it in a hotel is too risky.

It would be better to wait for Sakaki Cheng to go to the appointment, ambush him on the way down the mountain, and kill him with one shot without anyone noticing.

But he had chosen the right time, when he was waiting for Sakaki Cheng at the foot of the mountain.

Stop talking about people

Not even a ghost was seen!

That's why he ventured up the mountain to check out the situation.

Did he miscalculate the time?

Yamamoto Makihara muttered, planning to go back to the hotel first and then commit the murder in the middle of the night.

Just then

"Wait a moment!"

Kuroiwa Tatsuji appeared.

"You're finally here!"

Yamamoto Makihara quickly turned around and squatted down, drew his gun, pointed the gun at Tatsuji Kuroiwa, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji was stunned and slowly raised his hands.

The other party has a gun.

He is very conscious.

After a while.

"Fuck, who are you?"

Yamamoto Makihara looked at the shiny oval head in front of him, a little confused.

He had seen the photos,

Sakaki is not that ugly!

Pooh!

This is not him!

"I"

Boom!

Plop!

With a muffled sound, Yamamoto Makihara's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

Hideo Kawashima threw away the stick in his hand, took out a syringe from his pocket without saying a word, and stabbed Yamamoto Makihara's neck.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji walked over with a sneer, kicked away the PPK pistol that fell on the ground, and cursed:

"Hey, what about the famous detective?"

"If you are poisoned by puffer fish, even the gods can't save you!"

"Okay, hurry up and move the body, or you will be discovered!"

Kawashima Hideo shouted.

The three of them used all their strength to carry the body to the top of the mountain.

This is a cliff, with the rough sea below, a wonderful place for corpses and traces to be destroyed.

But the three of them were almost sixty years old, and their bodies couldn't bear the burden of carrying the body up the mountainous road for so long.

While sitting in the pavilion breathing heavily, the hedgehog stepped forward and took off the sunglasses from the corpse.

It was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Hey!"

The hedgehog trembled in fear.

"What's wrong?"

Kuroiwa Tatsuji asked while beating his old leg.

"This doesn't seem to be Sakaki Makoto!"

"Nani?!"

Kawashima Hideo and Kuroiwa Tatsuji looked at each other and rushed over immediately.

When they saw the face that was completely different from the one in the newspaper, the two of them felt as if someone had poured cold water on them, and their hands and feet were cold.

Finished

Killed the wrong person.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji swallowed and his body began to sway:

"What should we do now."

Kawashima Hideo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he grinned:

"What else can I do!"

"If you want to blame it, blame him for his bad fate!"

"Throw him into the sea!"

As we all know, professional people often fall into the hands of unprofessional people.

In all kinds of weird ways.