Chapter 727 Hope and Despair (30)
"Well..." Looking at the corpse, Ashiya Jisuke touched his chin, and then shook his head: "It's clean, nothing is left, not even resentment. No, generally speaking, such a powerful psychic is more likely to leave a strong obsession after death than ordinary people, but he didn't."
Xingchang Rang said: "That's why I did. The reason why I always put that knife in the most conspicuous position in the store is that as long as I can suppress it, then this is a spiritual weapon that can absorb all obsessions no matter what they are... This There are no clues left. "
Ashiya Jisuke sighed: "I can't see anything... Oh, I have to look at a corpse so late. You are not as spirited as you. The young man is so kind, otherwise we should leave here. If the idle people stay here for a long time, it will cause trouble to others. "
As he said this, he turned around and left.
Hoshiba Rang nodded and was about to follow Ashiya Jisuke to leave, but found that Qian Xiaoyi was still standing there, seemingly thinking about something, so he asked: "Detective, did you find anything?"
< br>"No." Qian Xiaoyi shook his head: "I just feel that the fate of the Fushigi couple is a bit miserable... You haven't performed a salvation ceremony for him before, right? Then let me do it. I will save him well. That's right. Respect from the comrades who once fought side by side."
Hoshiba Rang and Ashiya Jisuke looked at each other, and the meaning was obvious. Generally speaking, specialized spiritualists like them would only do it in two situations. One kind of salvation ceremony is done in front of people at a funeral, and the other is when a spirit body is discovered. But now it is neither of them, so no one takes this effort.
But since Qian Xiaoyi did this, they did not object. Ashiya Jisuke said: "Qian-kun is really a deeply affectionate person, so I'll leave it to you. We will hold a funeral for Fushigi-kun later. Yes, I invite you to join us when the time comes.”
After the explanation, Ashiya Jisuke and Hoshiba Joe left here. One person is enough for the salvation ceremony. Everyone has different schools, so it’s okay to stay. Can't help.
However, after they left, Qian Xiaoyi did not start to transcend as he said. Instead, he took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
Smoking here is still a bit offensive to the deceased. Smoking is not allowed in the autopsy room. It is not very polite, although the thing in his mouth is not a real cigarette.
The autopsy room was filled with smoke. Qian Xiaoyi looked at the shape of the smoke and shook his head. Still nothing was found, so he opened the ventilation system to disperse the smoke, but he still did not leave.
After waiting for a while, Inuyama Heita finally returned here. His face was pale and the corners of his eyes were red. It was obvious that he had vomited a lot before.
"Back?" Qian Xiaoyi asked: "How does it feel?"
"It's very uncomfortable..." Inuyama Heita said nonsense. It wasn't until death was placed in front of him that he understood the weight and fragility of life.
"Just spit it out and it will be fine." Qian Xiaoyi said: "I brought you here this time not to let you understand life or anything. Didn't you learn that power? See if you can learn from it. Something was found on this guy's body."
"But Mr. Takeru said... nothing was left on this body," Heita Inuyama said.
“This is the problem.” Qian Xiaoyi’s eyes narrowed: “You have also experienced the power developed by the Hope Sect. You know the corrosiveness of that power best, right? Even if If you use that demon knife to commit suicide, there will definitely be something left behind. It can't be so clean. Let's try it. "The corpse is in front of you, and you don't care about the previous contradiction now. When it was time, Inuyama Heita closed his eyes and tried hard to mobilize the desperate and irritating power in his body.
The atmosphere in the autopsy room slowly became colder, and black lines began to appear in Inuyama Heita's body, and his figure became blurry and flickered.
At this time, his eyes became extremely cold. He stretched out his hand, and black lines began to spread towards Fushi Muyin's body. They spread around Fushi Muyin's body, twisting like seaweed.
After a while, Inuyama Heita took back those things. It took him some time to suppress the anger, restlessness and desire for destruction in his heart. He patted his face and said: "No, there is no such thing. A sign of power. "I knew it!" Qian Xiaoyi waved his fist fiercely.
Inuyama Heita looked at him strangely, not understanding Qian Xiaoyi's actions. It seemed that he was proving something. But... didn't Fumu Yin's body leave no clues?
Qian Xiaoyi said excitedly: "You haven't found it yet? Heitaro? The fact that you haven't found it is the biggest clue! This means that Fumu Yin didn't fight against the saints with that power and was suppressed to commit suicide! His There is someone else!"
"Huh?" Heita Inuyama showed a puzzled expression: "What does this mean?"
"This means..." Qian Xiaoyi said: " Originally we guessed that he was taught by Hope He was suppressed by a desperate force and committed suicide. But it was obviously not the case now. In other words, he took the initiative to commit suicide with that demon knife. Clues! Moreover, it was not the murderer who took away the demon knife in order to destroy the evidence, but Fumu Yin gave the knife to his companions and let him escape with it!"
Inuyama Heita opened his mouth wide when he heard this conclusion.
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"Huh... no, I can't stop here, Yoko is still waiting for me..." Fu Muyin dragged his heavy body out of the church and walked out of the street with difficulty.
Behind him, the priest's voice came: "'Peter came to the Lord and said: Lord, if my brother sins against me, how many times should I forgive him? Should I forgive him? Seven times? The Lord said to him: I will not tell you seven times, but seven or seven times. '"
This voice seemed to have magic power, making Fu Muyin want to cry loudly and kneel. Down Feeling repentant, he seemed to see his wife waving to him, but he did not dare to stop. He ran forward with difficulty. It was obviously night, but there was light in front of him. The voice kept telling him to give up and go to meet the girl who belonged to him. The gift of the Lord...
"Are you here yet?" Fu Muyin finally couldn't run anymore. He leaned in front of a telephone pole, his eyes filled with light.
"Mr. Fushigi!" The sound of the car approached. Okubo looked at Fushigi Yin and asked, "What's wrong with you? Get in the car quickly, let's get out of here!"
Okubo's head was covered with sweat. After seeing Fushigi Yin stumbling out, he drove over. It was not that he wanted to come and help, but the longer Fushigi Yin went in, the resentful spirit he was carrying behind him became The more restless Okubo is, although he is not a professional, he can guess that this is probably the backhand left by Fushigi Yin. Once Fushigi Yin dies, the resentful spirit behind him will probably not let him go.
"Okubo..." After seeing Okubo appearing beside him, Fushigi grinned and murmured: "It seems...I have one last chance after all...Hey, Okubo, I I'm under attack and can't escape. The next step is up to you."
Hearing Fushigi Yin's words, Okubo was confused: "What?"
Then, Okubo. Then he saw Fumu Yin stabbing his body with the knife.
"It hurts so much..." Fu Muyin groaned and looked at the knife on his chest, but he no longer had the strength to pull it out. He raised his head and said: "He's coming soon, while he's here I haven’t seen you yet... leave quickly and take this knife with you.”
After saying that, Fushigi Yin leaned on the telephone pole and slowly sat on the ground, staring at Okubo, his eyes slowly losing their luster.
"Mr. Fushiki..." Okubo was extremely panicked. At this time, he saw a figure walking towards him in the rearview mirror. He suppressed his fear and stretched out his hand to pull out the gun on Fushiki Yin. Knife, then directly stepped on the accelerator and quickly left the street.
Father Jiye stood next to Fushigi Yin, looking at the strange vehicle that had gone away, and murmured: "'There is a road that seems upright to people, but the ending is the road of death.' ”
(End of this chapter)