Chapter 71 Whispers of the Dead
Fushimi Lu actually didn't understand why Minamoto Tamako had such a big reaction, and she didn't know what she saw in the profile... Could it be that she sympathized with the murderer like a little teacup? Or is she taking on the victim's perspective?
No matter how much he tried to dissuade her, Yuan Yuzi would insist on continuing the investigation. They divided their forces into two groups. Yuan Yuzi planned to persuade the director personally, while Fushimi Lu was responsible for going to the apartment building to collect evidence.
Great, I can fish again.
Fushimi Lu bought a box of fried noodles and a bottle of Fat House Happy Water at a convenience store. He walked alone through the bustling pedestrian street, turned into a dark alley at night, and found a step to sit on in an apartment building.
"I'm starting."
He tore open the packaging film, and the aroma of fried noodles hit his face. It seemed to taste pretty good. With a click, he opened his chopsticks, took a bite, and immediately frowned.
The noodles were lumpy and tasted like steamed buns that had been soaked in water. They melted before chewing. They looked useless and didn't taste good.
Fushimi Lu's mood suddenly became bad. He put the fried noodles on the steps, opened the can, and drank two sips of Coke to wash away the strange taste in his mouth.
There seemed to be someone in the darkness. Fushimi Lu turned his head and saw a familiar 'ghost' in the corridor. The other person stood five or six meters away, seeming to be staring at him.
Gulu——
A hungry sound came from the abdomen.
"Are you hungry?"
Fushimi Lu put the bowl of fried noodles on the corridor, pushed hard, and the fried noodles slid along the tiles: "You can eat it, don't waste food."
The figure slowly squatted down, sniffed the fried noodles, and couldn't resist his hunger and started to devour them.
Fushimi Shika took another sip of Coke. He sat on the steps and seemed to be talking to himself: "So, people with intellectual problems like you are really in trouble. Bad people want to bully you, and good people are afraid. You and even lawyers are not willing to accept this kind of public interest defense. After all, it is very troublesome to communicate. Who knows what is going on in your little mind.”
He paused and looked at the figure: "But you also have the dignity of being a human being, right?"
The other party didn't answer. She finished eating the fried noodles and stood there, as if hesitating whether to approach him or not.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight shone slantingly into the corridor. Fushimi Lu saw her face clearly. Yasukawa Seiji was right. She was a beautiful woman. When she walked barefoot, her figure was as elegant as a slender cat.
The two looked at each other for a long time, but Yukimura Aoika didn't approach Fushimi Deer in the end. She bent down, took out a video recorder from her arms, put it on the ground and pushed it hard.
The video recorder slid over and stopped next to Fushimi Shika.
He picked it up and was about to ask when he saw the woman turn around and run away, hiding deep in the corridor and disappearing again.
"Well, that's good, now we can do business."
Fushimi Lu stood up, patted his butt, walked into the convenience store leisurely, and bought two batteries. Before handing over the evidence, he wanted to see what was recorded inside.
Maybe it was a bloody murder scene, or a twisted and perverted torture video... He found a place to sit in the corner of the convenience store, rubbed his hands expectantly, and turned on the video recorder.
"Sakurako, what are cherry blossoms?"
"Pink flowers are cherry blossoms."
"Have you seen it?"
"Saw it on TV."
"Hey... Let's go out and have a look! I saw pink flowers on the way here."
"Not going."
"Go ahead, go ahead."
"Not going."
"How can you agree?"
"When I find my mother, I promise you to go see the cherry blossoms."......
Fushimi Lu watched all the videos in the convenience store without fast forwarding or skipping. He finally understood why Minamoto Tamako was so eager.
The angel villain and the devil villain appeared again. The angel villain kept urging him to hand over the video as important evidence, but the devil villain persuaded him to go to the apartment building now to find the person named Yukimura Sunflower. woman.
Fushimi Lu stood up, walked through the streets and alleys, and returned to the cramped and dilapidated apartment building.
It was very lively tonight, with many residents searching around with flashlights. Fushimi Shika raised his head, the night wind was howling, and Yukimura Aoi was wearing a long skirt, standing on the outside of the air conditioner, looking down at him.
Fushimi Shika suddenly understood why Yukimura Aoika gave him the video recorder.
"Don't-" he shouted subconsciously.
This voice alarmed the residents. Everyone followed his gaze and discovered the snow village sunflowers attached to the outer wall. They ran to the window sill and reached out to grab the hem of Xuecun Sunflower's clothes. The latter jumped up and gracefully jumped to the handrail of the corridor on the next floor, standing on tiptoes on the fence like a tightrope walker.
Residents rushed downstairs and reached out to grab Xuecun Sunflower's hair, but like an elf, she jumped onto the outside of the air conditioner in the blink of an eye. Those pairs of arms were like tentacles, spreading everywhere with her dancing steps.
She dances on the edge of the cliff, and the entire apartment is her stage. Her skirt floated across the corridor, all the way up the empty corridor, and leaped like a giant in the cold wind. No one could catch her.
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Fushimi Lu fired a warning shot into the air and shouted: "Police, don't move!"
Everyone froze in the corridor, neither daring to act rashly nor willing to just retreat. Nagashima Takeshi raised his hands and whistled at Fushimi Deer: "Mapo! Look here! Do you still remember me?"
Fushimi Shika ignored him and pulled out the walkie-talkie from his waist to call for reinforcements.
"Ignore me, right?" Nagashima Takeshi sneered and shouted: "Don't panic, everyone! He doesn't dare to shoot! The patrol can't shoot unless necessary!"
"Really, really?" The residents looked at each other.
"Of course it's true! I know the law, believe me, if that woman doesn't die, you will all go to jail!" Nagashima Takeshi stuck his head out and looked up at Yukimura Aoika who was standing on the rooftop: "You don't want to live anyway, right? Jump Go! Jump! If you jump down, the child will live! "
"Don't believe his lies!" Fushimi Shika yelled.
Nagashima Takeshi shouted even more fiercely: "You are here to find your sister, right? She is already dead! You know I didn't lie, right? Can you tell? Your sister is so young, let her live alone in a place like this. It’s natural to die! You can only reunite with her by jumping down!”
Fushimi Shika fully loaded his pistol and shot Nagashima Takeshi. The light was too dark, and his marksmanship was too poor. The shot missed, and the bullet stirred up a cloud of rubble.
"The patrolman actually dared to shoot indiscriminately. Just wait to be dismissed! I will definitely take you to court!" Nagashima Takashi yelled at him.
Fushimi Shika's eyes were gloomy. He was about to pull the trigger when he saw Yukimura sunflowers dancing on the rooftop again. She knew that her sister was dead, and she knew that she could not save Sakurako, so she placed all her hopes on the man who defeated Nagashima Takeshi. The moment she handed over the video recorder, she had already decided to die.
With the shackles off her body, her body became lighter and lighter.
Under the moonlight, in the cold wind, Xuecun Sunflower danced the last dance with her own life, and the skirt whirling in the air cut through the night sky, so beautiful that it was thrilling - accept it, this is her only gift of thanks.
Fushimi Lu subconsciously rushed towards her, and she passed by his fingertips, like a torrent of fate.
Snap!
Blood flowers bloom.
Residents cheered loudly, and piercing sirens were heard in the distance.
Fushimi Deer stood there for a long time, with his head lowered and his ears buzzing.
The little devil laughed ferociously, as if he had broken free from his shackles. It finally turned into Kawai's face, and the deceased soul whispered in his ear:
"Go and kill all those demons in human skin."
"If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha!"
(End of chapter)