Chapter 2046 2054 [Uzo Wishing Machine] Ask for monthly ticket ()
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, the two snipers walked towards the temple cursing. When Chianti asked for the Nth time, "What on earth were Uzzo doing last night? Why did you let that guy walk out of the hotel alive!", Cohen suddenly stopped.
Cohen: “Off duty.”
Chianti: “?”
She lifted the brim of her hat and looked up in the direction Cohen was looking. The temple's iconic five-story pagoda was reflected in her eyes.
The five-story pagoda is old and dilapidated, and the light morning mist gives it an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
On the top of the highest floor of the tower, the eaves were suspended in the air, and a burly figure was hanging on it - the murder legend that had been passed down for more than four hundred years was fully resurrected today as President Oda wished.
"This guy is still so..." Chianti opened his mouth and searched for a word that Gin said in his mind for a long time, "Love of art."
Cohen: “…”
...is quite artistic.
The two snipers retreated stealthily, quickly clearing away any traces of their presence.
After a while, the temple manager came to the door yawning.
He pushed open the door, glanced casually at the five-story pagoda, and suddenly froze.
…
"Mr. Jiangxia! I'm Okabe, the one who showed you around the temple yesterday!"
Jiang Xia was awakened by a phone call, on the other end of the phone was a panicked temple administrator.
The middle-aged man who was leisurely telling them ghost stories yesterday was now panicking as if he had stepped into a ghost story himself: "The ghosts are causing trouble again! The five-story pagoda, the five-story pagoda has resurrected!"
…
Nearly half an hour later, Jiang Xia and a group of people rushed to the temple behind the amusement park.
As soon as I arrived at the place, I saw Inspector Megure looking at the temple with dull eyes.
In front of the five-story pagoda, there stood a monk in a cassock. Abbot Tanhai was twisting a string of Buddhist beads, muttering scriptures that no one could understand, and his expression became more and more excited.
After a moment, he suddenly stopped talking, clasped his hands together, and said loudly as if he understood something: "Heaven's punishment, this is Heaven's punishment!"
Hearing his voice, everyone couldn't help but look up at the top of the tower again.
President Oda was still hanging there. The place where he was hung was very special. The police officers had just reached the roof and were thinking about how to bring the body down without destroying the scene as much as possible.
Inspector Megure yawned sleepily: "..." If he had known that this temple could not suppress evil spirits, and instead he himself had evil spirits, he would not have allowed Jiang Xia to come here yesterday.
...No, as a police officer, you should be more materialistic. How can you believe in these weird things!
Downstairs, Xun Zhengwan looked up at the senior on his life path, feeling sad: He was clearly a successful person with a huge fortune, good interpersonal skills, and flexible thinking. How could he become like this in the blink of an eye?
Curacao and Hashimoto Maya were also looking at the people upstairs, and their expressions were subtly synchronized.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." As expected, we can't talk about things that Usa is interested in within his sphere of influence. Yesterday's dinner was uneventful, and it seemed that President Oda was not Usa's target. Who would have thought that after just one night, he would be hanging here in a very high-profile manner.
In an instant, President Oda's words yesterday flashed through his mind, "If one or two people died in the five-story pagoda recently, combined with the publicity, the effect would be amazing!"
"Who told you to make a random wish? You can't just say that." Hashimoto Maya silently offered a stick of incense to the thoughtful president. "Go with peace of mind. I will learn from your experience and avoid these topics."
Next to him, Curacao was thinking something similar: "..." In a sense, Uzo was quite helpful. In this regard, he was like a wishing machine, and any death he requested would happen.
…
No matter what, there is still work to be done.
The police officers were busy running around for a long time and finally handed in part of the report.
However, unlike in the past, the progress this time was exceptionally slow - they have not yet been able to lower the body from the top of the tower.
Seeing the crowds of onlookers gathering, Inspector Megure looked at the sign-like President Oda on the high ground and broke out in a cold sweat: "Why is he still hanging there?"
The young police officer reported worriedly: "The body was hung on the fifth floor of the five-story pagoda. One end of the rope was tied to the railing, and the other end was hung down from the roof, hanging the deceased.
"Mr. Oda weighs nearly 200 kilograms, and it was a big project to carry him to the fifth floor. And at the top of the tower, the staircase becomes very narrow, and it is difficult for an adult to pass through. It is impossible for someone to carry or carry him over.
"If they were dragged, they could have barely gotten through, but in that case, there would have been friction marks or wounds on the body of the deceased, and there would have been corresponding marks on the wooden stairs. But we have carefully checked and there are no similar signs there."
Inspector Megure was stunned for a moment: "If he wasn't carried or dragged there, then how did he get to the top of the tower? Did he walk up there by himself?... Wait, wouldn't that be suicide!"
Jiang Xia also went to the top of the tower to join in the fun. The police officers finally found a plan. They put on the safety rope, stepped on the eaves of the next floor and came to the bottom of the body, intending to lower the body from here.
Jiang Xia walked along the rope and looked at the knot at the other end fixed to the railing. He saw many signs of wear and tear on the railing and the rope was also a bit old, which was very consistent with the ancient style of this ancient temple.
The police officers worked hard on the top of the tower and finally transported the body back to the ground amid the amazement of the onlookers.
The others handed the organized situation to Jiang Xia, who suddenly remembered something and turned a corner to hand it to Inspector Megure.
Inspector Megure was too lazy to bother with this anymore. Three cases had happened in less than 24 hours, and he could understand the distracted state of his subordinates.
He simply didn't bother to pretend and handed the report directly to Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia did not refuse and started to check.
Although the five-story pagoda is very old, the temple manager is quite diligent, and the condition inside the pagoda is better than outside, without too much dust.
Especially the rooftop, the floor was cleaned and looks brand new.
The temple manager happened to be nearby. He looked at the report and the photos attached to it, and scratched his head in confusion: He didn't seem to treat the top of the pagoda differently, so why was it so much cleaner there than below?
When he was confused.
In a hidden corner in the distance.
Chianti Cohen confirmed the situation and the identity of the deceased, lowered the brim of his hat, and hurried away.
Thinking of the policemen who had just gone in and out of the tower, Cohen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, when they left yesterday, the two of them were particularly careful and swept the ground carefully, leaving not a single hair behind.
(End of this chapter)
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