Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two men falling into the river and even being able to see the clear river bottom.

The two climbed out of the stream and began to pick up their fallen luggage.

"It looks like the paint is fine."

Tokubi Rokuro looked at the notebook in his hand and said in distress, "But this sketchbook is useless."

He put down his sketchbook and took out a handful of incense: "This incense, which is specially used for worship, is all damp."

"Because my shoulder bag is made of plastic, everything inside is basically intact and didn't get wet."

Huang Yan smiled and said, "The lids on the drink bottles are all tightly closed, and there's nothing wrong with the spare clothes and pillows."

"Hey!! What the hell are you guys doing!!"

At this moment, a middle-aged, fat man with a Mediterranean hairstyle rushed over angrily and looked at the two people who fell into the water: "Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before!?"

"Mr. Banzo, I'm Tatsuhiko's friend. I came here today specifically to visit the grave." Looking at the aggressive middle-aged man, Huang Yan waved his hand and quickly explained.

"Huh? You just said you were visiting the graves?"

Upon hearing this, Numayama Banzou furiously kicked down the four-story, simple tombstone and said, "What kind of grave-sweeping is this?!"

He angrily shouted at everyone, "Listen up! My son died eleven years ago! Forget it!"

After yelling, Numayama Banzo left without caring about the reactions of the crowd.

"Son?" Xiaolan looked at the man's departing back, her face full of surprise, as if she didn't know why the other party had such an attitude.

On the other hand, Tang Ze looked at the kicked-down tombstone and fell into memories. There was even a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Numayama Banzo.

In fact, after he heard Tokubi Rokuro about the accident that happened eleven years ago, he had already roughly decided in his mind which case he would experience on this trip to Gunma Prefecture.

After Numayama Banzo kicked down the tombstone, he had recalled everything about the case.

And precisely because of this, he is so pitiful. Numayama Banzo is a middle-aged man who looks like a villain as soon as he appears.

Because this case is a complete tragedy,

Manslaughter.

But precisely because of this, it is even more necessary to stop it.

Tang Ze likes this kind of case the most because he doesn't have to worry about how to prevent murders from happening while making the bad guys receive punishment at the same time.

Without this, he wouldn't have to stop a murder in progress.

All we need to do is find a way to resolve the misunderstanding and talk everything out completely, and we can turn what should have been a tragedy into a happy ending.

Not only that, once this type of case is prevented, the highest reward can be obtained.

Although the tragedy of eleven years ago cannot be undone, the upcoming case can indeed have a "happy end".

"That gentleman, is he Mr. Tatsuhiko's father?" In the car, Koshimizu Nanatsuki's face was full of surprise.

It was not because of the other party's identity that he was surprised, but because of his attitude towards his son.

His violent attitude and rough treatment of the tombstone just now made it hard to believe that the deceased was his son.

"That's right, he is also the owner of the Kōra Hotel we are about to visit." said Tokubi Rokuro.

“Eh!?”

Nanatsuki was really shocked. "But why would the owner of the hotel appear in a place like that?"

"I wonder if he has been monitoring that place all the time." Huang Yan said with a wave of his hand.

"Surveillance?" Koshimizu Nanatsuki asked in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

"There's a high platform above the Kora Inn."

Huang Yan waved his hand, looking at the nearby buildings outside the car window. "If we use a telescope to observe from the small attic window, we can probably clearly see the area we were in."

"I see." Koshimizu Nanatsuki nodded in understanding, but then asked in confusion, "But why did he do that?"

"We don't know about that." Tokubi Rokuro shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Nanatsuki Koshimizu could only suppress this doubt in her heart for the time being, planning to find a way to find out after entering the hotel.

The place where Tatsuhiko Numayama was worshipped was not far from the hotel. After a short drive, everyone arrived at the Kōra Hotel mentioned in the letter.

After arriving here, the first thing Kogoro Maori did was to ask if there was any news about the sender, but in the end he found nothing.

"Are you sure there's no one named Tiri Sanko living here?"

Hearing what the front desk clerk said, Maori Kogoro was surprised: "But he clearly made an appointment with us to meet here tomorrow morning."

"Well, I checked the register and there is no guest with this name." The middle-aged man with glasses at the front desk apologized.

"Then I wonder if you know if there was any murder in this area in the eleventh year?" Nanatsuki Koshimizu asked immediately afterwards.

"I don't think we have this..." the front desk clerk thought for a moment and said uncertainly.

"Yes, I have!"

Just then, a man with a mustache and an Afro suddenly stepped out. His expression was frightening as he said, "Not only that, but legend has it that the murderer was a Kappa."

"Kappa!?" Hearing the man's words, Xiaolan, who was most afraid of ghosts, immediately took a step back in fear.

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