Chapter 678 Where are my sixty troops? Please give me a monthly ticket ()
Jiang Xia possessed his consciousness into the puppet and moved his hands and feet slightly.
The materials used to construct puppets include not only Shikigami but also ghost fetuses.
Ghosts have the ability to see at night, so puppets can of course see in the dark.
The dark forest where you couldn't see your hand in front of you was clearer to Jiang Xia than when the sun was at its hottest during the day.
He looked at the vast forest, thought for a moment, and then walked towards a mountain path worn by tourists.
What Toru Amuro said during the "chitchat" just now was not only heard by Tatsuzo Watanuki's subordinates, but of course also by Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia felt that if Watanuki Tatsuzo had a little analytical ability, he could, based on the information provided by Amuro Toru, limit the search range to a few points where the ten-minute walk from the top of the mountain intersects with the commonly traveled path. That would be the gathering place for the younger brothers.
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Xia was slightly surprised to find that he had indeed found a target to entertain himself when he was bored.
——He went straight to the little brother who sometimes looked up at the treetops and sometimes looked down at the roots, and seemed to be helping Watanuki Tatsuzo find the red handkerchief.
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Yamada Ken, who has been following Watanuki Tatsuzo for ten years, has always been concerned about his superiors' concerns and taken Watanuki Tatsuzo's orders as his own responsibilities. He is a qualified and loyal old subordinate.
Not long ago, he received a call from Tatsuzo Watanuki.
"I just got a tip from Konno - a detective noticed a faded red handkerchief on a nearby tree when he went up the mountain," said Watanuki Tatsuzo.
"That is to say, the target maple tree should be in a strip of land about ten minutes away from the top of the mountain. Inform others of the news and prioritize searching along the paths most frequently used by tourists."
The strip area surrounding the filming location on the top of the mountain, plus the roads that tourists most often take when going up the mountain, intertwined this information into several points, outlining the most likely location of the target, greatly reducing their workload.
Yamada Ken, who was running around the mountain, realized this and breathed a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, he was a little alert: "Brother, detectives are very cunning, the news from them..."
"Don't worry." Watanuki Tatsuzo soaked in the bathtub comfortably, confident of victory:
"We have more than sixty people. If the detective found any clues on the mountain and said that in order to lure us over and confirm our purpose, then we can just dig a few more graves. Detectives are often very conceited. They don't like to share intelligence with the police until they find something unusual but don't have conclusive evidence. It's not difficult to deal with him alone."
The current Watanuki Tatsuzo is no longer the same person who had no place to hide a corpse five years ago. Now, he is the well-known Secretary-General of the Mud Association, with a large number of subordinates.
Moreover, killing a detective who was naturally against them was very different from assassinating a cadre in the organization. The former was not afraid of the younger brothers knowing. In short, if assassinating Omori Yuichi five years ago was hellish, then now, dealing with a nosy detective was only as difficult as eating a plate of dessert.
"Okay." Yamada Ken was convinced.
He hung up the phone, sent messages to other people, and followed Tatsuzo Watanuki's instructions to walk towards several possible "points" to search for the body.
I just arrived and am concentrating on looking for it.
Suddenly, I heard a faint voice behind me: "What are you looking for? The body that was buried a few years ago?"
The dark forest, the cold mountain wind, and the ground where bones may be buried. Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded behind me.
Fear gripped Yamada Ken's heart like a giant hand. He suddenly reached for the folding knife hidden in his pocket and turned his head suddenly, with thoughts of "self-defense" and "silencing" occurring simultaneously in his mind.
But before he could see the person behind him clearly, and before those thoughts could be transformed into the necessary actions, he was hit hard on the knee and fell to his knees. Immediately afterwards, he was hit on the back and fell into a cloud of dusty dead leaves.
Before he could stand up, he felt a force on his back, pinning him down. For some reason, the attacker seemed to be very skilled in this process of laying someone down. Yamada Ken considered himself well-trained, but in the attack just now, he had no time to react.
…
Jiang Xia drove Matsuda Jinpei's puppet and looked down at the person under his feet.
I have seen a lot of high-end murderous auras recently, and when I suddenly see ordinary murderous auras, it always feels like a bowl of rice after a bowl of delicacies from mountains and seas. The attraction is not as strong as before.
However, it is definitely better to pack up some useful things than to stay in the restaurant and wait for the uncle to go out.
And there are so many people on the mountain, the total number is definitely considerable, and it is enough to make the psychic feel relaxed and happy. This beautiful night is still long.
While thinking, Jiang Xia grabbed a branch next to him that was as thick as two fingers, intending to lift it up and use it as a weapon.
But before that, he remembered something and stopped again.
"..." It's not good for Wuzo's reserved substitute to be too similar to the original. Especially when the original is nearby. It's better for the two to be a little different...
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia looked around, his eyes swept over the sharp stones, the dirty soil, and a few clumps of mushrooms under the tree after the rain... Finally, his eyes stopped at Yamada's waist.
He squatted down, pulled out the belt that was the source of his terrifying murderous aura, and swung it around in his hand a few times.
“……”It seems pretty good?
At least it sounds like the horrifying noise is no less than that of being hit with a baton, and it should be painful enough to hit someone.
…
At night, there was a commotion at the Red Tree Hotel at the foot of the mountain.
Some campers couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so they went out late at night to enjoy the beauty of the different shooting locations. As a result, the maple leaf mountain at night was not hazy with moonlight, let alone the beauty under the moon. Instead, it was gloomy and nothing could be seen clearly. In the end, the artistic camper stepped on the dead body, tripped, and gave the corpse a true hug.
After turning on the flashlight and seeing the dead body beneath him covered in blood, the camper pulled his companions and scrambled down the mountain. When they reached halfway up the mountain, they came to their senses and called the police a few beats late.
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At the same time.
Amuro Toru was killing time in the hall with Jiang Xia, waiting to observe the reaction of Watanuki Tatsuzo, and trying their best in the final stage of the organization's mission - if Watanuki Tatsuzo rested, they would also go back to the room to rest; as soon as Watanuki Tatsuzo left, they would immediately come out to move around, otherwise it would be too obvious. After all, the two were still detectives in public, and there were many people around, in addition to the peripheral members of the organization in Gunma Prefecture, there were also many people of Watanuki Tatsuzo around. Before Watanuki Tatsuzo showed enough abnormality, they had to act normally.
(End of this chapter)
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