December 13, 10:00 am.

The white fluorescent lights spread along the ceiling, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are also white.

Every time he passed this road, the whale bird felt uncomfortable in his eyes. He took out his regular sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them on, and continued to move forward. The closer he got to the room at the end, the more intense the unique smell of chemicals and the uncoverable corpse stinking.

In the morgue, Matsuo's body was placed on the dissection table, the trolley beside it was filled with bloody tools, and various foul-smelling body fluids were accumulated in the washbasins on the ground.

When the whale bird came in, he didn't see anyone, but there was a sound of water in the bathroom inside. He stood in the middle of the room and waited for a while, and Sangyuan pushed the door through the bathroom.

"Ah, it's Mr. Whale. Are you here to get the autopsy report in person? Haha, everyone is looking very worried recently." Junichi Kurahara, in a more common saying, is a very happy person. He has a buzz cut all year round and wears a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses. He laughs happily when he sees people, as if there are things worth being happy every moment. At first glance, he would never think that this person's job is to deal with dead people all day long.

"Thank you too, Sanghara Jun." Whale Bird replied.

"Well... I'm fine. In fact, autopsy is not a stressful job. If you are too idle, you will feel uncomfortable." Sanghara replied with a smile.

"So, what is the cause of death after confirmation?" Whalebird did not make much politeness and began to talk about the serious matters.

Sangyuan replied: "The brain supply is insufficient and the respiratory tract is blocked. In short, any kind of thing will kill people. If it happens at the same time..." He didn't continue, but the result was already in front of him.

He picked up a scalpel on the cart and pointed at Matsuo's face and said, "It is worth mentioning that this black cross mark."

The whale bird's expression changed slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Whale Bird doesn't know yet." Sang Yuan pushed his glasses: "There are more than one dead people with a cross on his face."

"Oh?" Although the whale bird was posing in doubt, it actually had an answer in its heart.

Sangyuan replied: "The one I sent in yesterday evening..." He looked back uncomfortably at the chest of drawers that stored the bodies not far away: "Even the high school student who was cut into many pieces, he also had them on his face."

The whale bird thoughtfully said, "Sure enough... the teacher and the student were killed one day after another, and there was that kind of mark on his face..."

Kurahara said again: "In fact, it's more than these two people."

This sudden sentence really surprised the whale bird, "What?"

Kurahara said: "The third branch near our jurisdiction also found a similar black cross. The face of the dead man who also appeared was a horizontal seal on his mouth like a seal, and a vertical line extending from his forehead to his chin."

"There are still a few such dead?" Whalebird asked quickly.

Sanghara replied: "I only heard this rumor yesterday. On December 7, they found the first dead man with a black cross on his face. Until yesterday morning, there were three in total."

The whale bird turned around and left, muttering: "Bastard... are there at least five people... So that's it, I can't wait any longer..."

"Mr. Whalebird, your autopsy report!" Sanghara shouted from behind, but Whalebird did not come back.

forever.

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December 8th, at 3:15 pm.

"Damn it, living in a broken place where only a few buses will pass on a day will make me go so far." Matsuo was wearing an exaggerated down coat and walking in the cold wind.

"No, I really can't stand it. I have to find a place to rest first." Matsuo looked around. In such a remote location, there were not even a decent shop on the roadside. Apart from private houses, it was a vegetable shop that didn't even have a door.

He finally saw a bookstore and ran in as if he was running away.

"Huh... Fortunately, there is heating in this store." Matsuo sighed after closing the door.

"It's really not easy. I have to go to the homes of poor students to visit the homes of those poor students." Tianyi sat lazily behind the desk with a book wrapped in a black cover, and seemed to have no intention of looking up at Matsuo.

"Hmm?" Matsuo was stunned: "Is that... talking to me?"

Tianyi ignored him and then said to himself: "It's really annoying to appear in my class like that shabby guy."

Matsuo suddenly noticed something and his expression changed.

"The girls in the class have become more and more beautiful recently, hehe..." Tianyi laughed obscenely.

But Matsuo didn't find it funny at all. He quickly walked towards the table: "Bastard! What are you talking about there!"

Tianyi put the book flat on the table, turned to the first page, adjusted the book, and pushed it in front of Matsuo.

White paper, purple ink, uncomfortable colors and fonts, write a person's name, or the title of the book - Matsuo Hashiki.

Matsuo glared at Tenchi and shouted, "Hey! What do you mean! Who are you? Who made you do this!"

In a short moment, Tianyi's indifferent eyes became extremely cold and deadly. He only looked at Matsuo for a second, and the latter could not say a word.

"Matsuo, you can read this book for free." Tianyi lay back into the sofa chair, stretched his waist, and yawned, "We'll talk about a deal later."

Ten minutes have passed.

Matsuo stood there, looking at his thoughts for more than 40 years with a complicated expression.

At this time, Tianyi felt that it was almost done, so he suddenly reached out and took the book back from the other party: "Okay, there's nothing worth reading."

Matsuo was a little at a loss, and he asked nervously: "You...you..."

Tianyi didn't have time to listen to him jumping out the words slowly and interrupted directly: "In my opinion, your thing is like a stack of toilet paper bound together, and each piece is the kind of rubbing shit. When I read it, my fingers, eyes and heart were deeply hurt. Therefore..." He stared at Matsuo: "I really hope to sell this book to you at a low price."

Matsuo was stunned for two seconds and nodded immediately: "Okay, okay! I'll buy it now..." He said, and actually went to take out his wallet.

Tianyi waved his hand and signaled him to stop: "No need. If I want something like money, I can rob the bank; or guide others to rob the bank and then get a commission from it; or guide others to rob the bank and rob them again... Well... it's a bit too far. In short, you don't have to use money to buy this book, as long as you promise to do something for me."

Matsuo immediately became alert. People like him had to calculate the gains and losses in everything they did: "What do you want me to do?"

However, Tianyi's words quickly relieved him: "Please help me put this mailbox in the Miura family's mailbox." He said that, and took out a large envelope from the drawer and placed it on the table.

Looking at the outline of the bag from outside, it seemed to be a book in an envelope. Matsuo thought for a while and asked, "Hey, isn't this a dangerous thing?"

Tianyi said: "Don't worry, it's just a videotape. Don't open the envelope, just put the things into the mailbox of Miura's house. You should know his address." As he said, he picked up the pen and wrote a line of words on the envelope: Kazuya Miura.

"How is it? Have you decided not. Help me be a postman and I will give you your book." Tianyi asked with a sneer.

Matsuo's reaction was very predictable. He put the bag in his arms: "You have to keep your promise."

"It depends on your completion." He said in a joking tone: "Don't think about taking it back and checking it out first, your actions..." Tianyi patted Matsuo's Heart Book on the desktop with his hand, "I know a little bit."

"Tsk..." Matsuo turned around and left.

He did not ask the other party the purpose of asking him to do this, nor did he think about why there was a book full of his own voice. His reaction was exactly the same as Ikeda two days later. Before the absurd reality, he did not question or ignore it, but chose to trade and follow other people's rules of the game.
Chapter completed!