After the three of them introduced themselves, Tatsuaki Shibata, who had dyed brown hair, shook his phone and explained:
"Mr. Asakura just called me and said that the most bizarre-looking house to the north is his. He asked us to buy our favorite snacks at the convenience store. We just finished shopping and are about to go over there."
"Well, let's look for it together."
I thought the house would be difficult to find, but before I had walked 300 meters, a single-family house with an absurdly strange shape appeared in my sight.
The shape of the house in front of him reminds people of something indispensable in life. Just standing outside the door, Fujiwara Yu felt a non-existent stench lingering around his nose. Well, he really didn't understand why the house was made in the shape of a toilet, a two-story toilet at that.
"Mr. Asakura's taste is really special." The only lucky female fan, Kiyoko Kazama, tried hard to force a smile and tried very hard to find something to praise.
The corner of Fujiwara Yu's mouth twitched slightly. This was indeed quite special, so special that even though it was a very clean house, it always felt like there was a bit of smell.
He walked to the door and rang the bell politely, but noticed that the door was not locked.
An ominous premonition came to his mind, and he even began to doubt his life. Could such a thing really happen?
After opening the door, Fujiwara Yuu, with his keen sense of smell, quickly smelled a familiar scent. He turned his head to look at the three fans who were about to follow in and scolded them coldly:
"You three are not allowed to come in without my permission. Stay outside."
"Hey? Officer Takashi, what happened?" Shigei Nishimura, who was wearing glasses, looked at Sosuke Takashi with a confused look on his face. After all, ordinary people really can't smell any strange smells.
Fujiwara Yu did not answer, but took out the gloves and shoe covers he carried with him, put them on neatly, and then followed the smell inside until he found Shinji Asakura lying on his back on the floor, his white shirt stained red with blood.
The body was in a state of rigor mortis, and was undoubtedly dead.
He dialed the police with a serious face and mixed emotions.
Shouldn't I agree to this?
If he hadn't agreed to come here, would he have avoided death?
This was the first time Fujiwara Yu had such an absurd idea.
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