Chapter 188 I Am Destiny
In Japan's most prosperous and drunken place, sirens kept flashing, and a cordon surrounded an alley. Japanese criminal investigation personnel looked at the corpse on the ground.
Wearing latex gloves, Kiriyama Kawasaki examined the details of the corpse with a frown on his face.
The deceased was an adult male, around 28 years old, at the prime of a man's life.
At this age, it is difficult to kill someone without resistance unless using hot weapons.
There was no sign of resistance at the scene. The deceased's neck was twisted to death in an instant. After his death, a cut was made in his neck to let blood out, and all the blood in his body was drained.
"Which number?" Kiriyama Kawasaki asked.
"The sixth one!"
Kiriyama Kawasaki's assistant Kanako said, looking at the dead man's pale face, she continued:
"The blood of each deceased person was drained out, and there was no trace of blood at the scene."
"This perpetrator seems to have a morbid liking for human blood."
Kiriyama Kawasaki stood up and said, "Have you found the fingerprints and surveillance?"
"No!"
Kanako shook her head and said, "The murderer is very professional. I have never seen such a professional criminal. No, the word professional is not quite appropriate. The speed at which he committed the crime is too crazy."
"Six cases in three days, all over Osaka, the people who attacked were of all ages, completely random, it doesn't look like revenge killings at all, but more like... a madman!"
Kiriyama Kawasaki looked at the corpse on the ground and had to agree with Kanako. This was indeed the craziest murderer he had ever seen.
"Most murderers will not commit crimes multiple times, because they usually commit crimes by accident. If they are conspiring, they probably have a purpose and will not commit crimes multiple times. After all, they are still afraid of the law."
"But some murderers are different. They enjoy committing crimes in a way that is almost pathological. They commit crimes many times. They kill people for no purpose, but out of a pathological...spiritual need."
"I have seen many sick prisoners, but they are mostly driven by a sense of accomplishment, which often requires fear, surprise and other emotions to set off. However, this person is different."
Kiriyama Kawasaki looked at the body that had been drained of blood and said, "It's like he's... obsessed with the process of killing, and even... obsessed with blood."
If we talk about what kind of people criminal investigators fear the most, it is this type of criminal who disregards the law and takes killing as a hobby.
"Let them collect evidence first. I need to observe the scene."
Kiriyama Kawasaki instructed Kanako, then turned around and looked around the scene. He actually no longer had any hope of finding any clues at the scene.
However, his professional ethics made him prepare to observe the scene again.
At this moment, Kiriyama Kawasaki saw a pool of water with a footprint at the bottom. He looked up and saw spots on the wall formed by condensation of muddy water droplets.
"Kanako!"
"What's wrong?"
Kiriyama Kawasaki raised his head, pointed at the wall that was more than five meters high and said, "Send someone up to take a look."
"Watch out for footprints!"
Half an hour later, Kiriyama Kawasaki stood on the roof and looked at the footprints on the ground, his face as cold as ice.
There were only two footprints on the roof, and the distance between them was more than eight meters.
Kanako stared at the footprints in a daze, and asked in disbelief, "How did he get up here?"
"Jumped up."
"This is more than five meters high."
Kiriyama Kawasaki looked at the footprints on the ground and said, "The distance between these two steps is more than eight meters. It is unlikely that a normal person can take such steps. The reason why he can do it is because he jumped onto the roof in one step and then jumped out in the next step. The distance of one step, without the help of a running start, is close to nine meters."
"It's possible that the thing that committed the crime...is not really a human."
Kiriyama Kawasaki's expression was extremely serious.
………
At this time, Kota Sixteen had just returned home.
He took off his coat and walked to the bathroom mirror.
In the huge mirror, a young man in a white shirt, with an indifferent expression and blood at the corners of his mouth, stood in front of the sink, his skin appearing a melancholy white.
Kota Sixteen stuck out his tongue and gently licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing an obsessed look.
Ever since he got the "Netherworld Bloodthirsty", his appearance has been changing almost every day. The feeling of his body being filled with power makes him incomparably obsessed.
His identity as Japan's first extraordinary person made him have an almost pathological self-confidence.
"I am destiny!"
Kota Sixteen looked at himself in the mirror and spoke word by word, as if he was declaring something.
………
It took only one day for the legend of the bloodthirsty devil to spread throughout Japan, because his speed in committing crimes was so crazy.
The pace of twenty-six cases in five days meant that the Japanese criminal investigation personnel didn't even have time to collect the bodies.
The strange death of the deceased is even more creepy.
Everyone in Osaka is in danger now, and no one dares to go out at night.
In this age of becoming gods, all the bizarre things make people look at the most horrifying truth. Some people say that it was not done by humans at all, but by vampires.
This voice was even recognized by most people, which made everyone even more panicked.
………
The night is quiet, with only a few people on the busy streets. Only in the most prosperous areas are there a few more people wandering on the streets.
Even so, these people kept looking around. In this city, everyone could become the target of the bloodthirsty devil, and no one would be an exception.
At this time, on a street, a strange guest suddenly came to a Japanese community.
He was wearing a thick coat and sunglasses, and somehow he bypassed the guards outside and walked straight into the community.
Inside the hot spring, a man in his fifties, covered with tattoos, was soaking in the hot spring.
He closed his eyes and looked very happy.
At this moment, a hand was pressed on his throat. The cold touch made the man in his fifties tremble.
"Being a gang member is a sunset industry in Japan, but you really know how to enjoy yourself."
A sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue rang in the uncle's ears. He wanted to call for help but no sound came out.
"Don't be nervous, I just have something to talk to you about."
The white palm slapped on the uncle's face, making a crisp sound.
"Of course, if you make a sound, I'll have no choice but to kill you."
The uncle nodded stiffly when he heard this, and then he found that he suddenly regained the ability to speak.
"Who are you?"
"who I am?"
Kota Sixteen smiled.
"The detectives in Osaka gave me a nice name, which I quite like. It's called - Bloodthirsty Devil."
Bloodthirsty devil?
The uncle's pupils suddenly shrank.
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