No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

No one knows Ke Xue better than me

【brief introduction】

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Since it is a fan dish, put Conan first, and repeatedly rub and molest.Add a spoonful of Aoyama's own son, Kuroba Kuito, and the flavor is even stronger.The male protagonist Suzuki JOJO, the appearance must be full, and the handsome is over.

The single heroine must choose Huiyuan Ai, the first in the world in the Palace of Ai!

Next, add high sugar and dog food... oops, too much!Then add some Infernal Affairs and Cthulhu elements to neutralize it.

Use (engage) a yellow flame to simmer slowly, and bake the magic case.Finally, sprinkle with saucy words to embellish, and this fan dish is completed.Dear readers, please take it slow.

Chapter 001 The Indescribable Bedroom

The night outside the window was as black as 5D stockings.

The light and shadow flickered, like a hungry beast, shining on a handsome face.

"Ugh..."

Qiao Qiao opened his eyes and immediately sat up in shock.

His head was dazed, as if he had drunk two pounds of fake wine.

He felt his undulating chest, and his expression was strange.

Hey, didn't I have a car accident?Where is this place?

The rising doubts are like unscratched lottery tickets, constantly lingering and circling in the mind.But it is always covered with a layer of film, so that people can't get the answer.

After a short rest, the tingling symptoms in my mind were significantly relieved.

Qiao Qiao stood up and began to look at the unfamiliar scenery around him.

Wooden houses, bright lights, and two Ukiyo-e paintings in flesh-pen, with a strong regional style.There are also tatami mats, lift tables, and shoji gates, all of which are typical Japanese antiques.

The Arhats pine leaves on both sides outside the door are short and dense, and the branches are like eagle claws.Looking at the decoration so elegant, the cost must be high.

Qiao Qiao looked in a trance and walked slowly to the wardrobe.

He stared at the handsome face in the mirror, a little lost for a moment.

I'm...traveling?

After being stunned for a while, he gradually recovered.

Take out the things in the pocket and lay them flat on the table, hoping to find clues and determine the identity of the main body.

The flip phone is considered an old antique in Qiaoqiao's cognition. The open interface only has the date, and no year is displayed.

Preliminary judgment, the time node may be around the millennium.

Of course, there is also the possibility of parallel worlds.

According to Qiao Qiao's character of 'bold guessing and careful verification', he will not rush to a conclusion without a thorough investigation.

There is a rectangular driver's license in the wallet, which is valid until Heisei 30.

The whole paper is a little yellow, and there are four big characters printed in the name column:

Suzuki jojo.

The moment he saw the name, many unfamiliar scenes appeared in his mind.

Parties, champagne, multiplayer sports…

Memories are like falling glass, shattered.

"Sigh~"

Qiao Qiao felt pain and temporarily stopped recalling.

From the fragmentary clues, he deduced that the ontology is very rich.

At least in terms of economic conditions, it is much better than before the crossing.

After Qiaoqiao rested for a while, he continued to check.

There are keys, handkerchiefs, condoms, and a lot of yen change in the pocket, indicating that the body loves cleanliness and has a rich emotional life.

There are scratches on the right wrist and both sides of the back, and the bruises have purple paint, which is suspected to be a woman's nail polish.

Gee, there's a picture right away.

He stared at the objects on the table, lost in thought.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

A mournful woman's cry interrupted the thoughts here.

Qiao Qiao was stunned, and glanced at the source of the sound:

"Ok?"

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to go take a look.But before you go out, put on a coat.

The upper layer of the wardrobe is a row of white shirts, and the lower part is black clothes, black pants and black hats. It is really versatile.

Qiao Qiao complained in his heart, but his movements were not slow.

He put on a black coat and black hat, and walked to the entrance with the aura of a black bodyguard.

There are men's shoes in the cabinet, and there are two pairs of small white cotton slippers on the bottom layer.

Looking at the size, it seems to be prepared for women, indicating that the body lives alone and often takes women home.

While thinking about it, Qiao Qiao pushed open the door and walked out.

The source of the sound just now was the courtyard next door.

He hurried there and caught a glimpse of the woman dressed in cleaning.

"Dead...dead!"

She spoke incoherently and slumped to the living room door.

Soon, six enthusiastic citizens entered the courtyard.

Some people took out their mobile phones to call the police, and some people stepped forward and asked:

"Seeing how scared you are, it must be a foreigner."

The cleaning lady has not yet recovered from the shock, and her eyes are particularly confused when she looks up:

"Does this... have anything to do with foreigners?"

The middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair shook his head and turned to another topic:

"What should be done now is to confirm whether the victim is dead or not, and whether it can be saved."

He looked into the depths of the living room and said solemnly,

"People die every day in Rice Flower Market. It's not normal if there are no murders."

The crowd next to him also echoed:

"That's right, don't sit here, let's go take a look first."

The cleaning lady looked blank, apparently forgot to confirm.

She deflected her neck and raised her hand to point to a certain direction, indicating the location;

"In... in the bedroom."

Uncle Mediterranean waved his right hand and led the crowd inside.

Qiao Qiao followed behind them, brooding over what he just said.

Is it normal to die every day?

It seems that the public security management of Rice Flower City is really bad.

The decoration style of the house is similar to that of his house, and the dark brown wooden furniture gives a simple texture.

Leftovers were laid out on a lace dinner plate, half a purple mushroom dipped in a dark brown liquid that looked like beef gravy.

More than half of the wine was left, and the corkscrew was still hanging from the cork.

Qiao Qiao looked around, frowned slightly, and seemed to be quite familiar with the surrounding scenery.

Does the ontology know the owner?

Turning right at the end of the living room is the bedroom. The door is unlocked and opens at a 45-degree angle.

A strong fishy smell came out from inside.

Qiaoqiao squeezed to the door and probed in.

The crime scene was messy, panties and bras were thrown everywhere.

The wrinkled fiery red sheets were like billowing flames, and in the center of the vortex lay a white-skinned and beautiful red-fruited woman.

She jumped her left hand over her head, her index finger was up, and there was a horrific wound on her back, like a pierced tomato.

The murderer should have attacked from behind, and the deceased died without much resistance.

The dark red blood was soaked on the sheets of the same color, and the collision of blood and flesh had a different kind of beauty.

The deceased had a delicate face and a hot body that could not be hidden, so it was a pity that Xiang Xiaoyu died in this way.

Suddenly, Suzuki Qiaoqiao frowned.

In his mind, various fragments of memories flashed suddenly.

Not only in the bedroom, but also in the kitchen, living room, balcony, small garden...

It's really a thunder and a fire, and it's out of control.

Those incoherent pictures made Qiao Qiao's complexion even more ugly.

He remembered!