Chapter 469: Searching for People

Kento Yamamoto frowned as he looked at the diary, two red wine glasses, and a feather of an unknown bird in front of him:

"Is this the clue you found?"

Gao Daming nodded. Although he had grabbed these things in a hurry, they were not too casual - he had just taken a general look at them.

"Yamamoto-kun, there is no wine in this tent, but there are two red wine glasses. Isn't this strange? And this diary, I took a quick look, it looks like a warehouse account book."

As he spoke, he opened the notebook and handed it over: "What about the first row of area A, instant foods. The second row, snacks and potato chips... and the first row of area B, bedding. The second row, toiletries..."

Yamamoto Kento looked down and saw that it was all written in English: "Can you understand this?"

Gao Daming's eyes widened: "Have you forgotten? I work in foreign trade and I graduated with a degree in Business English!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands: "Oh! This is not important! The important thing is that it has been three years since the end of the world. Who would still keep the warehouse account book before the natural disaster? This must have been recorded after the natural disaster!"

Yamamoto Kento didn't care: "What does that have to do with my brother?"

Gao Daming looked anxious, as if to say, "Why don't you understand me?" He said, "Your brother and his friends may have hidden a huge amount of supplies somewhere!"

Yamamoto Kento was unmoved: "I just want to know who killed Shinji. I am not interested in what he did in his lifetime."

Gao Daming curled his lips speechlessly.

You are so aloof and arrogant, you don't even care about supplies! No wonder you always commit suicide, your brain is really a little abnormal!

But he certainly didn't dare to say these words, so he had to pick up the last thing.

"This is a... feather. When people live in a place, they should lose their hair, but why do they lose feathers? This is also very strange."

After Gao Daming finished speaking, he turned his eyes away feeling guilty.

This feather was just for the sake of making up the number. He had been tossing around in the tent for so long, and if he didn't take out a few more things, he was afraid that Yamamoto would be unhappy again.

This thing is probably the feathers that dropped when someone killed a bird and ate it. It's not a rare thing.

Kento Yamamoto didn't say anything, but turned his head to look at the fire burning nearby.

Gao Daming explained awkwardly: "I'm not being lazy! It's just too cold in here. I'll light a fire to prevent us from freezing to death."

Yamamoto Kento frowned: "What did you burn?"

Gao Daming: "Don't worry, they are just some pillowcases, they will definitely not burn all the clues."

Yamamoto said nothing more. They were really too cold.

Seeing that he was silent, Gao Daming took over and asked, "What about you? What did you find?"

But the other party shook his head and said, "I didn't find it."

Those tents were quietly closed, and the people inside were silently frozen to death in their sleep. What clues could be left behind?

He only found two special bodies of black people. Like his brother, they were killed by him, but there were no clues on them.

Gao Daming smacked his lips speechlessly.

He seems quite righteous! It turns out he is not as good as me!

He pouted and asked, "What do we do now?"

Yamamoto Kento looked at the things he had found and said, "Try them one by one."

Gao Daming didn't respond: "Try what?"

Yamamoto Kento glanced at him.

Gao Daming suddenly realized: "Oh! The art of finding people!"

He almost forgot that this guy's ability to find people is very powerful. As long as he has something related to the person he is looking for, he can find the direction of the other person.

However, it can only find a rough direction, not accurate. It cannot sense when the distance is very close.

Just like just now he knew that Shinji was in this camp, but he couldn't find out which tent he was in.

Fortunately, in most cases, just knowing a general direction is enough.

Kento Yamamoto first picked up the diary, rubbed it twice with his hand, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, made a seal with his hands, and muttered a few words.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

Gao Daming asked nervously: "How is it? Which direction?"

Yamamoto Kento's tone was a little disappointed: "Right here."

Gao Daming was stunned: "That's it?"

Later I realized that the owner of the diary had died in this camp.

Then this thing has nothing to do with the murderer. After all, the two of them have been circling around this area for several times and haven't seen a single living person.

Gao Daming was afraid that he would get anxious and excited and commit seppuku, so he quickly handed him the red wine glass and said, "Try this."

Yamamoto nodded and repeated the previous steps.

Seeing him close his eyes, Gao Daming asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Let's find out the answer quickly! He really doesn't want to stay in this outdoor camp any longer. It's too cold!

But the result obviously disappointed him. Yamamoto Kento said with a gloomy face: "Still the same place."

Gao Daming sighed and felt troubled. What should he do? This guy is a stubborn person and he won't leave until he finds some clues.

He couldn't help but look around, but there was nothing suspicious in this bare tent.

Kento Yamamoto on the other side had already picked up the last feather and started searching again.

Gao Ming had no hope for this Mao at all, and couldn't help but mutter:

"What do you think? If the murderer leaves nothing behind, will we never be able to solve the case in this lifetime?"

"Actually, this is quite normal. After all, it's the end of the world. Who doesn't have a few lives on their hands? Even someone as amiable as me..."

Before he could finish his words, Yamamoto Kento, who had his eyes closed in front of him, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Gao Daming was shocked: "I was just saying it casually, don't be angry!"

But then I heard the other party shout: "Southwest!"

"Ah?" Gao Daming was a little bit unbelievable: "Did you really find it?!"

The bird with feathers falling off did not die here, but went southwest? ?

Yamamoto Kento nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"

Having said that, he hurried out holding the feather.

Gao Daming looked at the fire that had not yet burned out with some reluctance, walked to the side, picked up another wooden bedside table, and prepared to take it with him to light for heating at any time, and then followed him out reluctantly.

I never thought that a feather I picked up casually could actually be an important clue to the murderer!

As he walked forward, he exclaimed: "It's a miracle that this bird was not slaughtered and eaten."

Yamamoto Kento quickly came to his brother's body and said casually, "I think this hair is from a chicken."