In a Japanese-style courtyard, beside the pool, the deer filled with water, kept tilting. When the water was poured out, it returned to its position instantly, and the bottom hit the rock.

clang--!

The sound of bamboo joints hitting the rocks, which scared away the birds on the eaves.

This is a private house, the courtyard stands in a green area, as if it was swallowed by the woods, probably in a certain mountain.

The quiet and simple portal stands quietly in the ridge, the trees on both sides and the portal at the end achieve each other, and the Zen meaning is ethereal.

The courtyard is quiet and profound.

There is a piece of white sand, green moss on the bluestone, and bamboo shadows swaying on the white wall.

The courtyard is gloomy and lush, with tall green trees and low shrubs in the courtyard.

The corridors in the courtyard inherited the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. On the bamboo floor, the sound of crutches were knocking regularly.

Standing on the corridor is an old man with a hunched back, his every move is as slow as waking up from a dream.

This person, leaning on a crutch, was walking slowly step by step on the corridor.

Moving forward slowly for a while, he came to a door and gently pulled open the door with paper stickers on the square window lattice.

The light through the window is scattered in the house, and the dark atmosphere around it is exploring the secluded.

The old man slowly stepped into the house and sat cross-legged. His face was full of mottled years of time, and his indifference was still unscathed when the years were twisted.

He squirmed his shriveled and old lips and called softly: "Class leader..."

After a call, the old man didn't move any more. He saw tatami on the floor, lying flat on his body, covered with thin quilts.

Because there is paper on the window lattice, and there is not much light coming from the window, no one can see clearly what the person lying on the tatami looks like.

Only the general outline of this person can be seen clearly. The person is naked and thin, like skin and bones, but the texture of his skin is as rough as sandpaper. It can be roughly judged that this person is already quite old.

The sleeping person has all his fingertips of nails as long as wild animals and as sharp as fangs.

His white hair, at least three feet long, was randomly scattered on his face, making people unable to see his true face.

At first glance, it looks like a silly ghost who only crawled back to the world from the underworld, or an old monster who was locked by the body, sleeping but could eat human flesh alive.

Look at the person lying down again wearing a breathing mask on his face, and beside him is a large breathing oxygen generator. The sound of mechanical operation is unaware of it. The liquid in the filter bottle is bubbled like boiling water.

Even after the old man called the clan leader, the sleeping man was still motionless, and his mouth and nose were snoring loudly.

And the old man was like a devout believer. He called out for a moment, stopped talking and waited motionlessly...

For a moment, the man who seemed to be called the clan leader had no intention of waking up.

The deer in the courtyard is full of water and the sound is heard!

Dangdangdangdang...

It was like an old monk hitting a wooden fish from time to time.

The old man was silent and waited patiently, not knowing how long it took.

Suddenly, the person who seemed to sleep soundly seemed to break free from a nightmare, and instantly half-lying up, his long pale hair covering his face.

In the dark house, I could only see one of the eyes of this person in the dark, which was an eye that made people feel palpitations.

Just one glance, the eyes hidden in the white hair make people inexplicably terrified, as if there are too many resentment hidden in their pupils.

It seems like I met a life-seeking ghost while wandering alone. Only demons and evil spirits will give birth to such eyes!

The man's voice came through the oxygen hood: "How is it?"

"I have sent someone to contact the suspected remnant of Kohe."

"I don't care who he is. Since he knows how to use Koga, it is definitely related to Koga clan!

Whether it is a wrong judgment or wishful thinking, as long as it is related to Koga, you can go find him. No matter whether he knows it or not, even if he digs three feet of the ground, he will bring me the secret treasure of Koga clan to me!"

"Yes!" the old man nodded.

Bang!

The muffled sound rang out, and the person who had just woken up was like being pulled back to his sleep by physical shackles, falling into the darkness, lying on the tatami, making a whirring sound of sleeping sound from his mouth.

It gives people the illusion that the last moment was just sleepwalking and muttering.

Seeing this person fall asleep again, the old man picked up the crutches beside him, leaned on the wooden crutches, got up with difficulty, trembling out of the door, slowly closed the door, and everything returned to the darkness again.

On the other side...

Osaka City Police Department, interrogation room.

Liu Fang sat at an office desk. At this time, he looked much calmer and no longer had the murderous intent he had when he was looking at the camera before.

I saw a man sitting opposite him. The man looked cold, about thirty years old, holding a ballpoint pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

The first impression this person gave Liu Fang was that he had unkempt hair, messy hair, unshaven beard, and his collar had long turned yellow and black.

While sucking cigarettes, he sucked hard, while writing and recording his confession.

The man's blood-filled eyes were full of tiredness. Looking at his sloppy confession, he couldn't help but frown and sighed helplessly: "Mr. Liu Fang, is that all you can say?"

The policeman was obviously not very satisfied. After all, the situation Liu Fang explained was no different from the records they watched on the live broadcast, and there was no difference at all.

"It's hard to deal with. By the way, can you tell me how you found the car abandoned by the murderer?"

Liu Fang did not hide it: "I have an unusual sense of smell, locked them through the remaining smell, and found them along the smell?"

"How to prove it?" The man looked at Liu Fang with a suspicion.

"You should have drunk last night, the alcohol mixed with carbon dioxide smell should be beer.

Moreover, there seems to be a perfume smell on you, but it is just the smell of female perfume. This smell is not only found on you, but also in the police station!”

"Okay, okay, enough, you need to say nothing." The man interrupted immediately. After all, he did go out to drink last night and took a married woman out. The key is that the two are colleagues...

Then the man said, "We have taken the two samurai swords that the murderer gave you to test.

If there are no other clues, please sign here." The man immediately brought the transcript he wrote and handed it to Liu.

Liu Fang browed: "No, don't you have any clues?"

At least there are surveillance and other things!"

During the interrogation of this person, Liu Fang had learned from his words that although the police began to search for the traces of Mizuho, ​​there was no news yet.

"We are trying to find a way. The murderer took the woman away. All the surveillance equipment along the way had been damaged overnight, and the other party obviously had premeditated."

Hearing this, Liu Fang felt depressed and said in his heart that these people were doing things without any loss.
Chapter completed!