Chapter 61 The Disappearing Corpse
Mr. Yasukawa standing at the door is not tall, and can even be said to be a bit rickety. His hair is sparse, his face is wrinkled, and his eyes are surprisingly large. At first glance, he looks like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.
There was no light on behind the door, so it was completely dark. Fushimi Lu raised his flashlight and rudely shined it into the room. I saw that what was placed next to the entrance was not a shoe cabinet, but a statue of Guanyin. The statue was mottled and old, which made my heart tremble when I looked at it.
"Please come in." Mr. Yasukawa said hoarsely.
The apartment was very small, only about seven or eight square meters, and the walls were covered with Noh masks. Fushimi Lu shined a flashlight over it, and it looked like pale human faces.
Mr. Yasukawa set up a folding table, and everyone sat on the tatami. Fushimi Shika and Watanabe Shun were both sitting cross-legged, like Yamato Nadeshiko. Only Minamoto Tamako took off her shoes and sat on the ground like Yamato Nadeshiko, with her two little feet in white socks placed under her heart-shaped buttocks.
The putrid smell came from the trash can, which was filled with lunch boxes, white paper balls, and various household garbage; the chemical reagents came from the Noh theater masks, and the paint on some masks had not yet dried... For For Minamoto Tamako, the sanitary conditions were nothing short of hell, and she couldn't help but lean closer to Fushimi Lu.
Well, the scent of Attack's concentrated laundry detergent smells pretty good and can barely resist the stench attack in the room.
Under the gaze of three patrol policemen, Mr. Yasukawa introduced himself in a low voice. His full name is Seiji Yasukawa. He is a mask painter and has a strong interest in opera and drama, whether it is Chinese Sichuan Opera, Cantonese Opera, or Western Shakespearean opera. He especially likes them...
Seeing this guy talking endlessly, Watanabe Jun interrupted impatiently and asked him to talk about the key points and directly explain the ins and outs of the ghost in the corridor.
If they don't make it clear, where would they get the reason to crowdfund? By then, if someone reports you for illegally amassing money, you won’t even have a place to complain.
"Uh, okay..."
Seiji Yasukawa showed a rather regretful look and recounted what he saw and heard.
In fact, things are not complicated. Three months ago, a woman came to the apartment building. She was a little mentally disturbed and wandered around day and night, saying she was looking for someone. When someone asked her who she was looking for, she couldn't tell. If they drove her away, she would come back.
In desperation, several enthusiastic residents gathered together and simply found a vacant house for the woman to live in.
Fifty percent of this apartment building is occupied by homeless people. Only the street pavement will collect rent normally. The other old rooms are all owned by whoever lives in them. Although there is no water or electricity, it is still better than living under a bridge.
In this way, the woman lived next door to Seiji Yaskawa.
The woman was very beautiful, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, and a better temperament than the female stars in the TV series, so the bachelors on this floor were particularly enthusiastic about her.
Seiji Yasukawa didn't know her name, and he didn't have much interaction with her. He could only occasionally hear the laughter of children next door. Logically speaking, the woman came alone, and she was the only one in the room. There were no people living there, but Seiji Yasukawa really heard the voices of two people.
"About noon today, a gunshot was suddenly heard in the corridor. The woman may have been frightened or stimulated by something. She suddenly ran out screaming, her hair disheveled, and shouted, 'Give it back to me. Give it back to me,' she ran barefoot across the corridor and ran upstairs... Not long after, she jumped from the stairs and fell to her death."
After Yaskawa Seiji finished speaking, he looked at the expressions of the three people uneasily. He felt a little strange, and he didn't know why, but the handsome male patrolman's eyes stayed on top of his head for a few seconds.
"But wasn't what you said before "some time ago"? "Minamoto Tamako immediately discovered the flaw in his logic: ""Some time ago, a woman jumped to her death from a building. Since then, ghosts have often appeared in corridors and corridors." These are your original words, right? ""Noon and noon can also be regarded as the "previous period", right? "Yasukawa Seiji mumbled and said: "Ghosts did appear several times after nightfall, so it can be considered 'frequent'..."
At this time, even Watanabe Shun could see that he was lying. His soul as a detective burned brightly. He immediately slapped the small table and shouted: "Koro Yalu! How dare you lie to the police? Tell me! What do you have?" What purpose!”
"No... I just remembered it wrong... Don't do anything - I told the truth!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic. Watanabe Shun grabbed Yasukawa Seiji's hair and pressed his head on the small table to question him. Minamoto Tamako hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but she couldn't directly refute her senior, so she could only stand aside. Gan was anxious; Fushimi Shika sat aside, eating melons and watching the show, thinking that it would be nice to have some snacks...
"If you don't believe it, you can ask other people!" Seiji Yasukawa shouted aggrievedly: "Everyone on this floor has seen it!"
Watanabe Shun pressed him a few more times, and Yasukawa Seiji kept saying the same thing over and over again. The two juniors were watching, and he couldn't use the great memory recovery technique, so he had to let Seiji Yasukawa go for now.
The three soldiers divided into two groups, and Watanabe Shun stayed in the room to prevent Seiji Yasukawa from locking the door again and acting like a coward. Fushimi Lu and Minamoto Tamako knocked on doors and asked to verify whether what Yaskawa Seiji said was true.
Surprisingly, this guy didn't lie. Many residents on this floor saw the woman jumping off the building, and the process was exactly the same as Seiji Yaskawa described. What's even weirder is that they did witness a ghost when they returned home in the evening.
The ghost figure sometimes stood in the corridor, sometimes across the balcony, and sometimes stood behind the window. His face could not be seen clearly, which made people's hearts tremble. The residents were deeply disturbed, so they placed white salt in front of their homes and put charms on them, hoping that no resentful spirits would come to harass them.
Yuan Yuzi asked several questions one after another, such as where the body went, who the woman usually associates with, why she didn't call the police... The results given by the residents were that they don't know, they don't know, and it's none of my business.
At first, Minamoto Tamako suspected that the residents were collectively lying. A nearby neighbor committed suicide by jumping off a building. How could they be so calm?
Later, Yuan Yuzi asked the residents on other floors and found out that jumping from the building was actually quite common in this place. On average, one person will commit suicide by jumping off a building every two to three months. At the peak of the stock market crash, three or four people might even take the leap of faith on the rooftop a day.
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This is getting really weird.
Even if Minamoto Tamako is the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw. There is no body, no crime scene, and the identity of the deceased is unknown. Even if you go to the police station to report the crime, the criminal police may not accept it.
In the end, Minamoto Tamako had no choice but to list the matter as a to-do list. She promised the residents that she would organize crowdfunding to help invite eminent monks from Honmyoji Temple to exorcise the evil spirits.
After finishing the work, the three of them continued their patrol. Perhaps because of their luck, they encountered all kinds of trivial matters. They made several trips back and forth, bringing back quarreling couples, fighting gangsters, and lost drunks.
Twelve hours passed by in a flash, and at six o'clock Sugamo calmed down its restlessness and gradually became quiet in the morning light.
On the way back to the dormitory after get off work, Minamoto Tamako was still talking about the ghost in the apartment and asked Fushimi Shika if he had any clues.
The latter had been working as a slave all night, and was in a irritable mood. He was thinking about whether to bribe the director or the director to transfer him. Hearing Minamoto Tamako's question, he dismissed it casually: "Isn't it obvious enough? Seiji Yasukawa only told half the truth. The woman was not dead at all."
Yuan Yuzi was startled, and quickly asked: "Why do you say that? Is that ghost figure a living person? Then how did she disappear in the corridor?" Fushimi Deer ignored her, and she seemed to have a hundred ants on her body. Climbing: "You should tell me quickly! I'm so anxious!"
(End of chapter)