Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

"Ah, the legend is true, Wu Tiangou killed someone!"

As soon as Mochizuki stepped on the steps, a frightened monk rushed out of the temple, chanting that Wutiangou had killed someone.

"May I ask what happened here?"

Lu Chuanguang grabbed the little monk and asked about the situation, while Mochizuki walked directly into the temple.

Shanni Temple is built of wood as a whole. Although it looks dark and ugly, it is very ancient.

Coupled with the waterfall flowing down from the top of the mountain, and the scattered mountain cherry blossoms around, it looks like a fairyland on earth.

Mochizuki secretly rejoiced, and moved towards the crowded room.

Looking up, well, there was a male corpse hanging on the high beams, and a big hole was broken in the wall next to the corridor.

Mochizuki took out her mobile phone with some melancholy, and contacted Police Officer Megure from the first search section. The frequency of encountering cases seems to be a bit high recently. Could it be that her aura of death has finally activated.

"Who are you, get out of here quickly."

Monk Tianyong had a gloomy old face, and was about to ask someone to take his granddaughter down to rest, but when he turned around, he saw a strange woman looking at the big hole in the wall with great interest.

"I'm Police Officer Mochizuki from the Supernatural Events Department, and I'm here to investigate the legend of Wutengu."

Mochizuki held the police manual and said righteously, and Lu Chuanguang, who followed behind, covered his face helplessly. Why didn't he realize that Officer Mochizuki was so good at telling lies before.

"What fog dog, we don't know about it at all."

Monk Tianyong picked up the broom by the door and wanted to drive people out, but was stopped by Lu Chuanguang.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Monk Tianyong suffered a dark loss and hid in the door with a grim expression, but he dared not come out.

"If you attack the police, I can take you all away right now."

Mochizuki tickled her little fingers towards the people in the room, signaling them to come out.

The scene of the crime was a bit strange at first, but now it is even more strange after being tossed about by this group of people.

"Officer, Zhongnian, he can't commit suicide. He promised to leave here with me."

The woman who was guarded by several people rushed out suddenly, grabbed Mochizuki's sleeve and cried non-stop.

Mochizuki turned around and looked at Lu Chuanguang. It was a coincidence that just as she was about to help the pair of fateful mandarin ducks out of the sea of ​​suffering, the male protagonist hung himself on the southeast branch.

"Whether it was suicide or not, we will know after the police investigate. Now all of you are waiting in the reception room for questioning. The police will come here later."

Lu Chuanguang tore off the woman's hand from Mochizuki's sleeve, and looked at the torn hole speechlessly.

Police Officer Mochizuki's money for buying clothes definitely accounts for a large amount of his daily expenses. This is an average of one piece of clothing being destroyed a day.

"Is there the smell of Wutiangu here?"

After sending all the people in the temple back, Lu Chuanguang took Mochizuki to the corner and asked quietly.

"What Wutiangou, look here, the traces on it are obviously man-made."

Mochizuki pointed to the hole in the wall that was obviously cut out by an ax or something, and rolled his eyes.

Do not believe in feudal superstition, boy!
Wutiangou is also a legendary species, so it doesn't make sense to drill a dog hole just to hang this person up.

Besides, it is said that all the dead are beauties. This time, instead of arresting the beautiful granddaughter of the host, a practicing monk was arrested. I can't be jealous that someone has a wife, and I am a single dog!
"In this way, the host here is the most suspicious?"

Lu Chuanguang touched the stubble on his chin, looked at the corpse hanging on the beam, and thought silently.

How did the prisoner manage to reach this height?

There is only a small window near the ceiling in the whole room, and it is impossible for an adult to pass through with a dead body on his back.

When he came over just now, he asked the monk named Mu Nian.

This room is specially used for practice in the temple, and it is actually used to detain monks who violate the temple rules.

So there is nothing here, and even the walls are painted, just because the monks who are locked up here for self-reflection are afraid of climbing the wall and escaping.

With such a high distance, it is difficult to pull a grown man up with manpower alone.

Police officer Mu Mu's speed was as usual. After a car of people got off, he separated the monks staying in the reception room and interrogated them one by one.

Mochizuki and Lu Chuanguang didn't need to stay here, so they went back to the scene of the crime to check.

The inspection of the house was over, Mochizuki walked in directly, and the dust on the beam was worn off except where the rope hung, and the other places were not damaged at all.

Obviously, the corpse was hung up all at once, and there was not even a trace of the rope rubbing on the beam.

How did the old host do it?

Mochizuki leaned against the wall a little irritably, looking at the floating soul of Monk Zhongnian, the idea of ​​cheating came to him spontaneously, why don't he just go over and ask.

"Wait, something doesn't seem right."

Lu Chuanguang pulled up Mochizuki who was leaning against the wall, and stared at her arm non-stop.

"The humidity in this room seems to be a bit wrong. Even if a big hole is broken, the outside water vapor will float in, but the walls can't be so humid."

Lu Chuanguang pointed to the wet marks on Mochizuki's arm and said, because the walls here are black, and they didn't find any problems on the walls.

The whole room seemed to have been soaked in water. Could it be that someone took advantage of the waterfall outside and hung people on it.

"I remember you said when you came here that when you first met the host, he was repairing his rubber boat."

Mochizuki walked to the hole and was almost bluffed by the old man.

It seems that in order to successfully marry his granddaughter to the heir of the great temple, he devised a rather subtle murder technique.

"Monk Tianyong, you are the one who killed Zhongnian."

Mochizuki looked at the confident old host, and said slowly in front of everyone.

"Nonsense. He obviously committed suicide. Why do you say I did it? What evidence do you have?"

"The evidence is these wooden fragments. You used tape to connect the wooden boards together, and then led water from the ceiling window into the room where Master Zhongnian practiced."

"You put Master Zhongnian on the rubber boat in advance, and when the water level in the room rises to a suitable position, hang him with a rope."

"Then how did I escape? I wasn't in the room when I found the body."

"Of course it comes out of the window. You just need to take the board away and you can easily come out from there."

"Not only that, but you also opened a hole in the wall of the corridor. If there is a slight crack in any wall of the whole room, the water pressure will tilt there. I don't need to say more about the result!"

"This is all your guesswork. No one can prove that I killed Zhongnian."

Monk Tianyong did not shed tears when he saw the coffin, and pleaded not guilty with his neck stuck.

"Actually, Police Officer Mumu has already obtained the evidence. Your fingerprints are definitely on it."

Lu Chuanguang pointed to the debris and tape in the evidence bag, which took him a long time to find out from under the waterfall.

"Damn it, who told him to break the marriage contract between my granddaughter and the heir of the great temple, he should die, I am right."

Police officer Mu Mu waved his hand, and the two police officers took away the unrepentant monk Tianyong, leaving only his crying granddaughter behind.

Well, judging by the situation, she has to do it again. It is probably a bit difficult to talk about cooperation at present.