The summer evening breeze rustled through the trees, giving the quiet night a thriller-like quality. The firewood in the stone campfire crackled as the flames disturbed it.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was guarding the campfire, glanced at his companions behind him whose breathing had become steady, tiptoed to his feet, picked up the flashlight beside him, went to the nearby river, scooped up some warm water to wash his face, and tried his best to hold on until the second half of the night to change shifts.

The words that Fujiwara Yu said and the crime scene that he had not yet investigated emerged in his mind. Perhaps his brain was not clear enough at this moment, but he might find clues that he had not noticed during the day.

It’s a long night anyway, so why not try your luck?

Zhu Fujingguang walked cautiously to the side of the tent with a flashlight. When he unzipped it, he smelled a faint stench of corpse that was not there during the day. He fumbled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his nose, bent down and began to feel the body that was in a state of rigor mortis.

I have to say that he is really brave. He dared to examine the body alone in the dark and gloomy Blizzard Villa. If he were in a European or American horror movie, he would be the iron-headed monster who happily gave away the first human head.

After an examination, no signs of a struggle were found on his body, and there was only one wound on his head. This meant that when Yasuo Tamamori was attacked by the murderer, he was facing the opponent, which meant that he had the opportunity to change hands.

Why was he so indifferent? Was he holding something in his hand?

Zhu Fujingguang felt that his idea might be the key to solving the case. He lay on the tent and searched carefully, and finally his eyes were fixed on the blue-black tie wrapped around Yasuo Tamamori's neck.

He looked at the tie that served as the murder weapon and found something strange about it.

The amount of bleeding from the head caused blood to drip onto the collar, and the victim's body was stained with more or less beer, but why was this tie clean without any stains?

This is too much of a coincidence, and the coincidences at the crime scene are often the key to solving the case.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to untie his tie and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently. Sure enough, there was no smell of alcohol on it, which meant that the tie was indeed not stained with beer liquid.

Could it be that the tie has been swapped?

If we follow this line of reasoning, the murderer most likely used the excuse of adjusting the victim's tie to get him to untie it, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull out the beer bottle hidden behind his back and hit the victim hard on the head.

He waited until the victim fainted on the ground and lost the ability to resist, and then strangled him with the tie in his hand... Then the only possibility that the tie was swapped was that the murderer cut his hand with the broken pieces of a wine bottle during the crime, so that the blood stained the tie and he had to replace it.

If you want to find the murderer, you have to find the tie that has not been disposed of.

Zhu Fujingguang stood up and walked towards the luggage area. He already had an idea of ​​the murderer, so he passed by the luggage in front of him and reached out to pull out the luggage at the bottom.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was concentrating on finding his tie, did not notice someone approaching from behind. Just when he found the blood-stained tie wrapped in a white towel, he was suddenly frightened by a noise behind him and almost fell to the ground.

Tong Kong, the gray-blue cat, stared wide-eyed, looking behind him in horror. Turning his head, he saw a silver blade less than thirty centimeters away.

The person standing behind Morufushi Kagemitsu holding a kitchen knife was the frail-looking Tanihara Naeka. She looked at Fujiwara Yuu who had ruined her plans with a ferocious look on her face, and struggled hard to resist the force that was clamping her right hand.

"Don't waste your energy. You won't be able to break free with your strength." Fujiwara Yu calmly pulled the kitchen knife from her hand and threw it aside. He looked at Tanihara Naeka coldly and said indifferently, "I thought you had some conscience. I didn't expect you to be so crazy as to want to attack innocent people."

"Ayou?"

Morofushi Kagemitsu looked at Fujiwara Yu in surprise. He didn't expect that he was not asleep. It seems that this guy is quite good at pretending to be asleep. He didn't even notice it himself.

"Jingguang, when you're working alone, you should pay more attention to your surroundings. Over-concentration is a bad habit of yours. You need to be more careful when handling cases alone in the future."

Fujiwara Yu has always recognized Morobushi's personal abilities. Although he is usually very low-key, his performance in all aspects is above average. His greatest advantages are his patience and concentration, but the latter can sometimes become a weakness.

Police often encounter danger when handling cases, so in order to avoid danger, they must always be vigilant. There are more evil people than good people in this world.

Perhaps it was because the noise was loud enough that Ozaki Teppei, who had been sleeping comfortably and dreaming that he had finally ended his 29-year bachelorhood, crawled out of his sleeping bag in a daze. He had a messy bird's nest hair and said with an unhappy face:

"What are you doing in the middle of the night? It's really too much to disturb someone's sleep. I almost kissed you!"

Almost kissed? Fujiwara Yuu widened his eyes. What kind of dangerous dream was this guy having?

Morofushi Kagemitsu had never thought that someone would have such a beautiful dream and speak so brazenly about it. He pointed at Fujiwara Yuu who had already subdued the murderer and said with a wry smile:

"Ozaki-san, I'm sorry to disturb your sweet dream. But we're also doing serious work here. The murderer of Assistant Professor Tamamori has been apprehended."

"What?!"

Ozaki Teppei raised his hand to pick at the eye mucus that was about to form into a hard lump. When he saw that the person being subdued by Fujiwara Yuu was Tanihara Naeka, he wasn't surprised at all. Perhaps it was his boyish intuition, but he always felt that Tanihara's behavior was a little strange, especially the part where she was crying and holding her head in her arms, which seemed a bit exaggerated.

You have to know that they didn't know Yasuo Tamamori before, and they were indeed sad about his sudden death, but not to this extent. What's more, Assistant Instructor Tamamori's attitude towards them was very bad.

"So, you were lying to me about not feeling well? You were just hoping that more people wouldn't have alibis so you could blend in..." Ozaki Teppei frowned, looking at the fallen kitchen knife, and said with a dejected look, "You're going to kill us all here in the end?"

After hearing this, Tanihara Miaojia just smiled faintly. She slowly sat on the ground and looked at the blood-stained tie in Zhufu Jingguang's hand. After realizing that she could not escape the blame, she said to herself:

"If Morobushi-san had gone to bed obediently, I wouldn't have been charged with attempted murder. But I don't regret it, because killing Yasuo Tamamori was my purpose for entering the police academy. Now that my purpose has been accomplished, I have no regrets at all."

Becoming a policeman just to kill people is too absurd and ironic.

After waking up, Morishita Ryohei couldn't understand what kind of hatred could make Tanihara Naoka choose to kill the assistant coach. He couldn't help but ask:

"Tanihara-san, did the teaching assistant...do something to you?"