Chapter 1262 1270 [Gin really hates the police]

"It seems that my work has been completed, and I just need to finish it." Jiang Xia made up a story, and then he remembered something and invited two colleagues, "Do you want to join us..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

——When he withdrew his gaze from the police and turned back, the place in front of him was empty and the car was gone.

Looking further away, all they saw was the back of the car driving away - Gin and Vodka seemed to have no interest in the murder case.

Jiang Xia: “…” Tsk, do you hate the police so much?

While regretting that the organization and the police rarely appeared together, he turned and walked towards the gymnasium, intending to see what was going on.

…

Arrived at Langhua Central Gymnasium.

Jiang Xia followed the source of the chaos all the way to the annex and stopped in front of the sports warehouse.

In addition to the police, there were several other people here - the college students who had just quarreled in the corridor.

Although it looked like something had happened, a closer look revealed that there was no cordon and the police's expressions did not look like they had encountered a murder case. Instead, they looked a little helpless.

There was no one around screaming or feeling sad. The group of college students just gathered at the door of the warehouse, talking about something.

"How could it not be? I clearly saw it!"

"Me too!"

"…Is it a prank by Tarimi? Nothing that guy does is surprising."

"How about we split up and look for him? If we find him, we'll beat him up! Is this something you can joke about?"

…

Jiang Xia walked through the crowd and saw Hattori Heiji among them. He asked him, "What's wrong?"

"..." Hattori Heiji's eyes twitched. He didn't really want to see Jiang Xia at the crime scene.

But on second thought, there is no body here at all. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding and it can't be called a crime scene.

So he calmly told Jiang Xia what happened before: "Just now when I went on stage, they suddenly found that Tarumi Atsushi - the drunkard who was playing badly - was missing, so except for the captain, everyone else left the venue and hurriedly went to various places to look for him."

…but there was no one to be found anywhere.

Just as several members of the Kendo Club gathered together, wondering whether Atsushi Tarumi had returned home early, they passed by a warehouse.

Pushing open the warehouse door, several college students took a peek inside and were stunned.

——The warehouse was dimly lit, with the only illumination coming from the door. In this narrow beam of light, Tarumi Atsushi leaned against the vaulting box, closed his eyes and sat on the ground, facing the warehouse door. He was covered in blood, with a sharp long knife stuck in front of him, and looked like a dead man.

The three people who went to look for him were shocked, and one hurried to the locker room to get his phone and call an ambulance. Another ran to the nearby police station to call the police - the ambulance was far away, but the police station was close, so he could get there directly if he had time to get his phone. The last person, the fat team member with a mild temper, ran to the kendo field in a panic and told the captain about the incident.

"When he told the captain, 'Tsurimi died in the warehouse, covered in blood,' I happened to be nearby. I heard something had happened, so I followed him. Who knew..."

Hattori Heiji pointed at the warehouse and sighed, his expression subtly overlapping that of the policeman next to him.

Jiang Xia followed his direction and took a look inside.

Although there were many people blocking the view, one could still see that the warehouse was clean and tidy, without any trace of blood, and it did not look like there had been a "dead person covered in blood".

There was no body in front of the vaulting box. Although there was a human figure on the ground next to it, it was not difficult to see that it was just a plastic prop used to practice first aid.

The police sighed and said, "Were you too nervous and mistook the practice dummy for a dead person?"

As he was speaking, a woman's voice came from behind: "Um...are you students from Xinnai University?"

"Um?"

A group of people turned around following the sound.

They saw the gymnasium receptionist standing behind them.

Seeing the captain nodded, the receptionist continued, "Just now, we received a strange call. The caller asked me to tell the captain of the Shinnai University Kendo Club a message - please go to the locker room next to the swimming pool immediately."

Several people from the Kendo Club were stunned and looked at each other for a moment. They felt that they understood: "It must be Tarimi who called. What on earth does he want to do?!"

…

Having said that, the group still rushed to the locker room.

On the one hand, it was a bit strange that Tarumi Atsushi had not appeared. On the other hand, he wanted to beat him up after finding him and find out what happened to the "corpse" just now - if only one person saw it, the thing in the warehouse might be an illusion, but three people made mistakes at the same time, there seemed to be another hidden story behind it.

…

Behind them, two policemen watched them as they walked away.

After hesitating for a moment, one of them said to the other, "Those two high school students mixed in with the college students seem a little familiar."

"He should be a detective. I've read their reports." The police whispered, "The one in white is Jiang Xiatongzhi. It is said that he is possessed by the soul of a detective who died wrongfully. When he solves a case, the dead detective will identify the murderer in the dark, so he solves cases as fast as reading a script.

"As for the man in black next to him, he seems to be Hattori Heiji - the son of Hattori Motobu. Although his face is not clear in the newspaper, judging from his eyes and teeth, it should be Hattori Heiji."

When a colleague heard this, he could not help but look at him silently: Forget about the director's son, but how about the resentful spirit of the wronged dead? A policeman actually believed this.

But after hearing this, he quickly remembered Jiang Xia - he had accidentally seen related records in the newspaper before.

"Since he's a detective..." The two policemen looked at each other, "Shall we follow him and take a look?"

——I heard from my seniors that working in a place with detectives is a bit tiring, but you can still get a lot of results. It is suitable for young people who want to work hard.

They were still young and felt that they shouldn't give up so early. Besides, the police had already been dispatched, so they followed and planned to see what was going on.

…

The group left the annex where the warehouse was located, crossed the busy street, and rumbled into the locker room next to the swimming pool.

A kendo competition is being held in the gymnasium these two days, so the swimming pool is temporarily closed.

So when they entered the locker room and heard the sound of water, they were stunned.

"Hello?" the captain called out, frowning as he walked towards the place where the sound of water came from - among the several rows of shower cubicles, only one was being used at this moment, with the overhead shower head turned to the maximum, and hot water was bubbling out.

The two policemen also trotted over and came to the front of the cubicle with them.

As soon as he stood firm, he heard Jiang Xia fanning the air around him and sniffing, then frowning slightly: "It smells like blood."

(End of this chapter)