Chapter 2391 2403 [Story]
The painter frowned, looking unhappy with the result. But he was an adult after all, and he soon realized that it was impossible for him to take back the painting book from the police with his own hands.
So the writer decisively changed the way to his goal. He stared at Shuichi Akai and began to think about what was most suspicious about this guy - from the current point of view, this tall man was most likely the murderer, which meant that as long as this man was arrested, his album would be returned.
Being stared at by him, Akai Shuichi felt as if there was a ghost behind him: "..."
Although this painter had appeared in the previous case, he left the scene as a victim whose head was broken by the murderer and who was almost killed.
The list in Shuichi Akai's hand was too long, so he didn't pay extra attention to this painter, but now...
"Did this guy survive a disaster and get Wuzo's attention, or was he originally Wuzo's subordinate, but Wuzo deliberately put him in my blind spot?"
A series of possibilities flashed through Shuichi Akai's mind: "If it's the latter, then that guy's control over the situation is terrible... But on the other hand, this way we also caught the clue of the painter, which is not too bad."
Under the painter's gaze, Shuichi Akai also looked back at him meaningfully, and another bold point was added to the list of suspects in his mind.
Although it is possible that he was thinking too much, he did not think that the painter's "Death Picture of Shuichi Akai" was just a pure coincidence - investigating this guy would definitely yield results.
In the distance, an FBI member mixed in with the passers-by was observing the situation here, but suddenly his nose felt itchy and he sneezed.
He rubbed his nose and quickly shrank deeper into the crowd.
After successfully getting rid of the attention attracted by the sneeze, he looked at the cherry trees in the distance and sighed softly: "..." Spring is here, and it is time for cherry blossoms to bloom. This time seems to be very suitable for traveling.
When he came to Tokyo to chase the mysterious organization, he had thought: since the opponent was an organization known for its mystery and difficulty, it would be difficult for them to catch any clues. In this way, since they had no idea where to start, they would have a lot of free time - so he planned to take a good tour of Tokyo and have an unforgettable encounter with a beautiful Asian lady under the cherry blossom trees, but now...
"Why, why are you so busy all of a sudden?"
The FBI member thought of the increasingly thick list, and his eyes gradually became melancholy as he looked up at the sky: "Mr. Akai, can't you just sift through the list before letting us investigate? I don't know why, but I always feel that if we let him go on like this, the list will not get smaller at all, but will only get bigger."
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The painter and Akai Shuichi each have their own suspicious aspects, but this kind of problem is not difficult to solve - Inspector Megure gave each of them fifty lashes and decisively searched them both.
Unfortunately, apart from finding some strange-looking props that seemed to be cursed items on the painter, there was no gain for the time being.
Inspector Megure sighed and had to ask his subordinates to intensify the search and collect as many clues as possible from the scene.
After he left, Jiang Xia walked to the long table where the evidence was placed, and poked a black puppet that he had searched from the painter: "What is this?"
Kobayashi looked up and recalled, "I bought this from the owner's wife when I passed by a haunted house a while ago. This puppet originally belonged to the owner's grandmother, but her grandmother ran away from a car accident ten years ago and killed an innocent passerby. So five years ago, she was found and killed by the son of the car accident victim.
"The owner's mother was an only child and inherited everything from her grandmother, including this puppet."
The painter couldn't help but come over and touch the bald puppet. "It didn't look like this before. It was a beautiful handmade doll the size of a palm, wearing a gorgeous long dress and with blonde hair. The owner's mother carried it with her as a pendant to commemorate her deceased mother.
"Three years ago, the son of the victim of the car accident was released on parole due to illness. The mother of the homeowner resented him for killing her mother, so she went to his house to visit him, using the excuse that the victim of the car accident had left him something before he died, and took the opportunity to kill him.
"The owner's mother was a smart and capable woman, and there were no detectives nearby at the time of the crime. She eventually destroyed the evidence in time and escaped legal punishment.
"But a month later, this smart middle-aged woman was killed by an employee of her own company during her nap. The employee was actually the sister of the son of the car accident victim. She changed her last name after getting married, but the two siblings had a good relationship before."
"In this murder case, the blood of the owner's mother was spattered on this puppet."
The painter picked up the charred puppet and patted its head with pity: "The owner of the house was grief-stricken and terrified by the murders that happened one after another in his home, and he finally took his anger out on this poor child. He collected the relics of his mother and grandmother, intending to burn them all. However, his idle brother had evil intentions. After discovering the owner's plan, he took the opportunity to fake a fire and burned the owner to death."
"The owner's wife was also going to be burned to death, but she happened to have something to do that day and left home temporarily... Later, I passed by there and bought the things she was going to throw away."
The painter became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he couldn't help but pick up the puppet and kiss it devoutly: "Foolish mortals think it is unlucky, but for me, it is the key to open the door to art!"
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Suzuki Sonoko was full of questions. She sorted out the situation and said, "So you thought this puppet would bring a death curse, so you bought it?"
The painter neither nodded nor shook his head, still concentrating on touching his murder props - except for Jiang Xia, he didn't seem to be very interested in other people's conversations.
Suzuki Sonoko's eyes twitched: "..." Could this guy have thought Jiang Xia was something like a cursed puppet? Jiang Xia was not one of those unlucky little toys! He was just a little enthusiastic and went wherever there was a case, so he looked like he was surrounded by murders... Well, that was probably right.
Jiang Xia, who was standing nearby, also seemed to be attracted by this bizarre and tortuous experience with a high concentration of murders. He confirmed with great interest, "Did these cases really happen, or were they just stories made up by the wife of the homeowner?"
(End of this chapter)
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