No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suzuki Qiaoqiao glanced at the village chief and stepped inside.

Kuroba Kaito and the daring villagers followed.

On the floor of the living room lay a headless corpse.

Judging from his body and clothing, he is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and should be the son of the village chief.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stepped forward and frowned slightly.

What surprised him was not that the corpse lost its head.

Instead, he came to the scene, but did not trigger the state of [Black and White Sight Distance].

Note, this is not the first scene.

The window was open, and the blood sputtered inward.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao came to the bedroom on the second floor and found the body of the village chief's wife.

There is also no head, no black and white sight distance is triggered, and the same blood sputtering distribution.

According to the analysis of the traces at the scene, it seems that the murderer stood by the window and cut off the victim's head.

Then push it in, causing the body to fall into the house.

Only in this way can such a sputtering effect be produced.

The door was clean and there was no blood left.

From this, it is certain that the body was brought in through the window.

Kuroba Kaito is not good at criminal investigation, so he asked:

"Brother Qiaoqiao, how is it?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao shook his head and led people downstairs:

"This is not the first crime scene, let's go out and take a look first."

The two left the village chief's house, ignoring the fearful eyes of the villagers, and wandered around.

The moment he stepped into the backyard, the surrounding colors quickly faded into black and white.

It's here, it's here!

Suzuki Qiaoqiao widened his eyes, only to find two red lights at the scene.

First, there is a little coagulated blood on the ground, and there are cleaning marks around.

Second, there are slight scratches on the branches, which are very sharp.

The preliminary judgment is that the murderer invited the village chief's wife and son here.

Use a sharp blade, brutally kill, gouge out the head.

Then through the window, thrown into the house.

After Suzuki Qiaoqiao completed the investigation, he returned to the square and untied the rope that bound Kaya.

When the villagers saw this, they wanted to stop:

"Why untie? She's a murderer!"

"No, the murderer is someone else. I just investigated. The first crime scene should be near the big tree in the backyard, not inside the house. The fence there is not high, and normal people can climb over it."

"No, what do you mean? Everyone saw that Kaya went in. Who else could the murderer be if she wasn't?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was too lazy to explain repeatedly, and ordered:

"Trouble you, gather all the villagers. If you want to catch the murderer, I will help you find the murderer."

This sentence caused some villagers to be dissatisfied and muttered:

"What, do you suspect that we are the murderers?"

"Don't think that if you are handsome and have big fists, you can do whatever you want."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao grinned coldly and punched the stake that had trapped Kaya before:

"Sorry, you have big fists, and you can do whatever you want. If anyone doesn't cooperate, I will come and invite them in person. If they don't come, they will be treated as the murderer and executed on the spot."

The isolated environment on the island has shaped the narrow views of the villagers.

Reasoning with them won't work.

You can beat me and listen to you.

If you can't beat it, just obey the orders.

The village chief got up with the help of others and stopped in front of him:

"Many people saw that Kaya entered my house. Today, I must kill her and pay homage to the spirit of my wife and son in heaven!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao chuckled and did not eat the concept of stealing at all:

"Entering your house does not mean that I am a murderer. I just entered your house, am I a murderer?"

The village chief's chest was constantly heaving and he was obviously very angry:

"You... you are arguing! I ask the saint to come forward and make a ruling!"

"Who is the saint?"

"She is our priest and can predict the future."

This ability is very powerful, is it true?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's eyes flickered and he thought to himself.

It is estimated that the Holy Maiden has clues to the sacrificial poetry, so she readily agreed:

"Okay, lead the way."

He entrusted the task of protecting his sister to the old gentleman Kuroba Kuito.

The group left the village chief's house and came to the highest position.

The houses here are obviously more luxurious.

The village chief led someone to block the door and patted the door continuously:

"Hurry up and tell the Holy Maiden that I have something important to look for!"

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(This paragraph is not worth the money: the book will be finished soon. Considering that readers don’t like watching Cthulhu very much, the branches of this copy have been cut off.)

Chapter 458 The Saint and the Choice (4K)

"Sorry, mayor."

The maid in charge of the message was very embarrassed:

"The Holy Maiden just prophesied yesterday, and her spirit has not recovered. Many prophecies in a short period of time will affect the final result."

The village chief has a sullen expression on his face and is unrelenting:

"My wife and son are dead, do you understand?! Usually, the food is delicious and delicious. In this special situation, can't the saint make an exception?"

"However, that would reduce the lifespan."

"What is life? My family is gone, so what if I lose a little?"

"Then... well, I'll report it."

The maid looked embarrassed, but she agreed and went in to ask for instructions.

It didn't take long for everyone to be welcomed in.

The living room is large, with many tentacle-like patterns and totems on the walls.

An old woman with white hair and plain clothes sat cross-legged in the center.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao knew that she was a priest and did not dare to act rashly.

The village chief was not so particular, and said in an almost commanding tone:

"Holy maiden, please perform a divination ceremony. Look at Kaya, is it the real murderer of my wife and son!"

The maid wanted to say something, but the old lady raised her hand to stop it.

She spread the white cloth and set up the altar.

Holding the bell in hand, it danced and shook in place.

After an unknown amount of time, the old woman suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then he faltered and almost fell.

Fortunately, the maid was quick-witted and held her up.

The old woman looked painful, and seemed to be swallowing blood in her throat:

"Kaya, not the murderer."

After getting a negative answer, the village chief was still unwilling and left.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao secretly looked around, guessing whether the old lady knew the location of the three sacrificial poems.

The divination ceremony just held seemed to have consumed a lot of her energy.

It's not too late to explore again when the sky gets dark.

Thinking of this, he gave Kuroba Kaito a wink.

The two followed the retreating villagers and left the hall.

The old woman meditated cross-legged, staring at the distant back of the outsider.

She could clearly feel the wind spirit surrounding the man.

And the devil should come from within.

Originally, the god of water and the god of wind were incompatible.

Considering that there was a great catastrophe in the village recently, the old lady temporarily put aside her prejudice.