I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

I kept knocking for a long time, but no one responded.

Kotaro realized right away that something was wrong, and he started banging on the door.

"Mr. Tokai, what are you doing?"

He had a straight face, and his tone became irritable: "The room is locked, I think there may be something wrong inside."

"Then I'll find something to pry open the door."

"Don't be so troublesome."

Fang Jing walked over and kicked again, this time he didn't use all his strength, he just kicked the lock part of the door apart.

"Look... In this way, the door can be opened without harming it."

He reached in through the broken hole and pulled the deadbolt from the doorjamb.

"This, this is fine..."

Nei Hai didn't see the scene of breaking into the basement, so he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Nishizuka, what you said makes sense."

Watanabe couldn't say anything, so he nodded in agreement with him.

"Ms. Jiangjiao, are you there?"

Fang Jing stepped into the room first, but only took a few steps, his steps slowed down and stayed in place.

With the help of the moonlight, he could see clearly that in the corner of the room, there was a figure upside down, behind a table--a beautiful kimono, with hands thrown on the ground, lying there quietly, it was undoubtedly Ms. Jiangjiao, Only her head was missing.

The serious old lady, Ms. Jiangjiao, turned into a decapitated corpse.

"what……"

Watanabe, who came over, froze, covered his mouth with one hand, and the voice in his throat was also hoarse.

In the gago hall, there was another dead person.

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Ms. Jiangjiao also died.

Everyone exited the room and closed the door.

Only Kotaro Torikai held up a candlestick and asked to examine the body.

When they told the news, several female family members cried out loud, especially Zhizhi, the little maid who had been with Jiangjiao for many years, was crying so hard.

Fumiko held her in her arms with tears in her eyes, and Ms. Fumiko also secretly wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"It should be Ms. Jiangjiao...Mr. Hezhong is also gone."

Kotarou Chokai put down the candlestick, sighed and said: "There is no murder weapon, and there are no other traces. The murderer took her head cleanly... sorry."

Noticing that there were still mourning female relatives, he stopped.

"Luckily, though, I found this in a drawer..."

He held out a black iron block, and everyone saw that it was a gun.

"There are also bullets, but it's a pity that there are only six bullets... Oh! By the way, if there is no problem, I will take care of it. I don't think everyone here is very good at using this thing!"

"Mr. Chokai? You know how to use a gun...then who are you?"

"Haha! Sorry, the introduction is a bit late, my profession is a detective."

Kotaro Torikai gave a wry smile with some embarrassment.

"...they are here."

Kazeji Mokichi sat up straight like a nightmare, his face was pale and he began to mutter to himself.

"Hey, hey! It's not good...someone seems to be coming outside the gago house."

Utsumi approached the glass window of the main entrance, and he saw a fire in the forest outside the Gagome Pavilion. It was the light of many people holding torches, which illuminated the dark forest red.

"Who are those people? The villagers of Axi's Village?"

Watanabe also leaned beside him, and also saw this bizarre scene. The villagers of Axi Village gathered together strangely at night. They were wearing white robes and pointed hats, with only two eyes exposed.

The villagers all hold sickles, iron forks, and shovels. Those props that were originally used for farming have turned into weapons with the unique cold glow of metal in their hands.

They didn't rush into the gago building to smash the door, nor did they rush to force their way inside.

An old man was pulled out from the crowd by the villagers with their arms cut behind their backs.

Everyone could see clearly that it was Mr. Saeki.

"No...let me go."

The villagers ignored him. His hands were tied behind his back and he was pushed to the ground and pressed to the ground.

What happened next was like an image in a movie, clear, cruel, and indifferent.

Several villagers started to drive a thick sharp wooden stake into his thigh from bottom to top.

This is an ancient penal law, considered one of the cruelest in known records.