In the most prosperous drunken and desolate place in Japan, the sirens kept flashing, and the cordon surrounded an alley. The Japanese criminal investigators looked at the corpses on the ground.

Kiriyama Kawasaki wore latex gloves and checked the details of the body, frowned.

The deceased was an adult male at the age of twenty-eight, at the age of a man.

At this age, it is difficult to kill people without resistance unless they use thermal weapons.

There was no sign of resistance at the scene. The deceased was twisted and died in an instant. After his death, a crack was torn from his neck and bleeding, and all the blood in his body was dried.

"Which time has it started?" Kiriyama Kawasaki spoke.

"Sixth!"

Kiriyama Kanako said, "Kanako," she looked at the pale face of the deceased and continued:

"The blood in every deceased's body was dried up, and no blood was found at the scene."

"This perpetrator seems to have a pathological hobby for human blood."

Kiriyama Kawasaki stood up and said, "Have you found fingerprints and surveillance?"

"No!"

Kanako shook her head and said, "The murderer is very professional. I have never seen such a professional criminal. No, it is a bit inappropriate to describe it as a professional. His speed of committing the crime is too crazy."

"Starting three days and six days, my footprints spread throughout Osaka, and the attacks are spread across all ages, completely random, not like a retaliatory murder at all, but like... a lunatic!"

Kiriyama Kawasaki looked at the corpse on the ground and had to agree with Kanako's words. This was indeed the craziest murderer he had ever seen.

"Most murderers will not commit crimes many times, because most of them commit crimes are accidental. If it is a conspiracy, it is mostly for purpose, and they will not commit crimes many times. After all, they are still afraid of the law."

"But some murderers are different. They have a similar enjoyment to being sick, so that the murderers will commit crimes many times. They have no purpose in killing people, but it is just a pathological... mental need."

"I have seen many sick prisoners, but most of them have a sense of accomplishment. This sense of accomplishment often requires people's fear, surprise and other emotions to set off. However, this person is different."

Kiriyama Kawasaki looked at the corpse that had been sucked in blood and said, "He was like... obsessed with the process of killing, even... obsessed with blood."

If criminal investigators are most afraid of, they are such criminals who regard the law as nothing and regard killing as their hobby.

"Let them collect evidence first, I need to observe the scene."

Kiriyama Kanako ordered Kanako, then turned around and looked at the scene. He actually had no hope of finding clues on the scene.

However, he was prepared to observe the scene again with professional qualities.

At this moment, Kiriyama Kawasaki saw a pool of water, and there was a footprint at the bottom. He looked up and saw spots formed after the droplets of mud sprinkled on the wall.

"Kanako!"

"What's wrong?"

Kiriyama Kawasaki raised her head, pointed to the wall that was more than five meters high and said, "Let me go up and take a look."

"Be careful about 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 are only two footprints on the roof, and the two are more than eight meters apart.

Kanako looked at her footprints and said in a daze, "How did he get up?"

"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 a step. The reason why he can walk out is because after he jumps to the top of the stairs, he jumps out the next step, one distance, without the help of running, approaching nine meters."

"It is possible that the thing that commits the crime... is really not a human."

Kiriyama Kawasaki's expression was so serious.

………

At this time, Sora Thousands of Sora had just returned home.

He took off his coat and walked to the bathroom mirror.

In the huge mirror, a young man wearing a white shirt with a faint expression and blood stained with the corners of his mouth stood in front of the toilet table, his skin showing a melancholy white.

Sora Tsuki stretched out his tongue and gently licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing an obsessive look.

Since getting "The Bloodthirsty of the Netherworld", his appearance has changed almost every day, and the feeling of his body being filled with power has made him unparalleled obsession.

The identity of the first extraordinary person in Japan gave him a more pathological confidence.

"I'm the destiny!"

Sora Thousands of Sora looked at himself in the mirror and said word by word, as if he was announcing something.

………

The legend of the bloodthirsty devil spread throughout Japan almost only took one day because his speed of committing crimes was too crazy.

The speed of twenty-six cases in five days made it too late for Japanese criminal investigators to even collect corpses.

The strange death of the deceased made him even more terrifying.

Now in Osaka, everyone is in danger, and no one dares to come out at night.

In this age of god-becoming, all the bizarre things make people look at the most terrifying truth. Some people say that it was not done by humans at all, but vampires.

This voice has even been recognized by most people, which makes everyone even more frightened.

………

The night is quiet, but there are only scattered people on the bustling streets. Only in the most prosperous areas, there are a little 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 the exception.

At this time, in a street, a guest from Japan suddenly came.

He was wearing a thick coat and sunglasses. He somehow walked around the guards outside and walked into the club in diameter.

In the bath, a man in his fifties was full of tattoos and was soaking in a hot spring at this time.

His eyes were closed with pleasure on his face.

At this moment, a hand was pressed into his throat, and the cold touch made the uncle in his fifties tremble.

"Violent members are already a sunset industry in Japan, so you are quite willing to enjoy it."

The sound of a poisonous snake spitting a letter sounded in the uncle's ears. He wanted to call someone but couldn't make a sound.

"Don't be nervous, I just have something to talk to you."

The white palm slapped the uncle's face and made a crisp sound.

"Of course, if you speak out, you have to kill you."

The uncle nodded stiffly when he heard this, and then he found that he had suddenly regained his ability to speak.

"Who are you?"

"who I am?"

Sora Thousand Sixteen smiled.

"The criminal investigators in Osaka gave me a good name, which I like very much, called the Bloodthirsty Devil."

Bloodthirsty Devil?

The uncle's pupils suddenly shrank.
Chapter completed!