Chapter 297: : There really are ghosts

Fuyuan Gang is known as Tokyo's number one master of crime solving. The major and important cases that have been solved over the years can be compiled into a textbook, like Sherlock Holmes.
There is no case that I cannot solve!
This is Fu Yuangang's motto, of course, the premise is to give him enough time.
With thousands of people paying attention, the news that Li Gui cut off his slogan spread to Tokyo. Fu Yuan Gang's first reaction was to sneer and stay silent.
Experts always smile inexplicably, but do not speak, which makes people guess.
He is very disgusted with the way in Tokyo, because the murderer is hiding well. By using the right time and place to pretend to be a ghost, he can really become a ghost, and he also sent experts who study spirituality there.
Out of respect for his work, Fu Yuangang specifically called to remind the director that for the time being, let's not worry about whom Toshio Liucun had his tongue cut off, and let's protect Tengxiu back to the field.
According to Fu Yuangang's judgment, the Li ghost incident was probably because the Chinese were dissatisfied with the provocation of Tony Liu Cun, and sent a super master to teach him.
The origin of the cut-off incident was caused by Tengxiu's work when he returned to Tian. According to the creed that the Chinese advocating offenders to China, even though he is far away, he should be killed the most.
Toshio Yanagura has a big mouth, cutting off his tongue is a lesson, let him reflect on the benefits of nonsense in the second half of his life, oh, wrong, it is harm.
But Tengxiu returned to Tian wrote a book that affected thousands of people, so if the Huaxia people wanted to engage him, they would only kill him, and there would be no other punishments.
The director still admired Fuyuan Gang, and immediately called Hokkaido, asking for the perfect protection for Tengxiu returning to Tian after the separation, but he must pay attention to the method and hide in the dark. Only in this way will he not be surprised. murderer.
The Hokkaido police must attach great importance to the Secretary's solemn instructions and immediately dispatched more than a dozen special police officers headed by Shigeru Oshima. When the night fell, Shen Ye lurked in the darkness around Fujihide's house, with wide-eyed eyes watching the surrounding movement closely.
In order to ensure the safety of Fujihide, in the small garden in front of his villa, there were six special police lurking silently to feed the mosquitoes.
With so many people, even if there are real ghosts coming, they can only catch them with their hands.
Shigeru Oshima, who was in charge of the command of this operation, sat in a car on the street. He was responsible for monitoring all surveillance heads within a radius of 100 meters.
Every half an hour, he would receive reports from his subordinates hidden in every corner, especially the secret whistle in the courtyard that followed Tengxiu's return.
normal.
normal.
Still normal.
Before midnight, all normal reports did not relax Shigeru Oshima's spirit, but became even more nervous.
In the folklore of the island country, evil demons appear sneakily at midnight.
Sure enough, the situation has changed. The secret whistle lurking in Fujihide's house said that he observed with a night vision telescope, and Mrs. Fujihide walked into the bedroom in a hurry.
This is not surprising. Many women will suddenly have a strong sexual interest after waking up in the middle of the night, and they will have with their husbands—just like verifying Shigeru Oshima’s ideas, and the subordinates in the yard quickly asked for instructions. They said that they only made a banging sound when they heard the impact of flesh and skin. What should the leaders do?
Grass, it's utterly stupid to ask what to do with this little mess. Would you let me send you to disturb the peaceful life of the couple?
The subordinates who had been reprimanded were very embarrassed.
After a full half an hour, the subordinate reported again, saying that Madam Fujihide had returned to her bedroom, and she seemed to be walking a lot.
It's numb next door, this is simply helpless, if you are a woman, after being trampled by the devil for so long, you will be uncomfortable, so many years of motherland culture, you are a fool.
Silly didn't dare to say anything, she could only continue to lurch and feed the mosquitoes-until dawn, in a whispering curse, she closed the team and went home to sleep.
Shigeru Oshima was sleeping, and he was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
The bad news came that Tengxiu died after returning to the field, hanging himself.
If you hang yourself, you should hang yourself. He also wrote a line on his chest saying that he is a sinner.
The informant was Mrs. Fujihide's maiden sister-in-law, who made an appointment to see the sea today, but he did not expect to see the dead body, which was really bad.
After receiving this news, Shigeru Oshima shuddered and hurried to Fujihide's house.
When he ran over, the coroner of the local police station had ‘diagnosed’ the time of Tengxiu’s return to Tian, ​​which was about 11:43 late last night.
impossible!
Shigeru Oshima’s first reaction was these three words, because the time when the coroner diagnosed it was one hour before Mrs. Fujihide was fucked.
Will the dead have with women?
Nonsense, nonsense.
But then, Shigeru Oshima had nothing to say. The dead man was very clean, including his thing, without any sour residue, but on the floor in the corner, he found this thing in a big stall.
This thing is very easy to test, and it didn't take long for it to be the product of Mrs. Fujihide.
This shows that she really had a good time with the man last night, for a full half an hour.
Seek Mrs. Fujihide for questioning immediately, who did you spend the night with?
Mrs. Fujihide stood in front of the corpse and was silent for a long time before repliing, "Ghost, a Li Gui who speaks Chinese. Before Suan Shuang, she saw her husband hang himself by himself. She wanted to escape, but Li Gui used his terrifying eyes. Hooked her soul, let her walk over obediently, and knelt on the ground.
As for how she returned to her room after the incident, she can't remember.
Are there really ghosts?
Everyone on the scene shuddered. Shigeru Oshima asked Mrs. Fujihide, what did Li Gui tell you?
Mrs. Fujihide shook her head and replied that she didn't say anything.
Of course Li Gui said, but she didn't dare to say, Li Gui had asked her.
At the scene, there are only traces of Fujihide and his wife, and there is no third person anymore, including the smashing her ---- Li ghost, the ground should be mixed with some of its stains, but it can't be mentioned, only Hideo Human.
Just when the big guy's neck got cold, Tokyo's No. 1 crime-solving master Fuyuan Gang came personally.
The master is the master, and the line on the chest of the corpse was caught at the first glance.
It is not how good Li Gui wrote, but to study what kind of ink it was written on, and how could it penetrate into the skin and never fade, just like a birthmark.
"Yin, Yin Fu!"
Shigeru Oshima suddenly thought of those folklore things again, and said with a trembling voice.
The Yin Fu in the local folklore is not familiar to everyone-is it familiar?
It's not the kind of yellow paper with the curved things on it, but a kind of pen.
This kind of pen is written on the living person, and the ghost who never fades to death, and has a deep hatred for the evil spirits, can ask for this kind of yin talisman from Lord Yin and write it on the enemy.
Then, the enemy will commit suicide at midnight.
Fukugen Go, known as Tokyo's number one master of crime solving, was also confused after listening to Shigeru Oshima. After a long silence, he took out a knife and gently peeled off a piece of skin on the chest of the corpse.
The subcutaneous tissue still has this deep black color, looking like it penetrates into the bone marrow.
"Really, there are ghosts?"
After testing this color, it did not harm the human body at all, and only had an indelible effect, the confident Fu Yuangang finally believed in some legends, which did not seem to be groundless.
I can be sure that there are real ghosts.
It's just that ghost, from Huaxia Qingshan----If I miss him, I can go to him.
Thinking of the peculiar suffocation that she couldn't give up last night, Mrs. Fujihide swallowed lightly, and looked to the west with her right hand against her back, slowly sliding down onto the full moon.
On it, there is a terrible black skull.
Could it be said that this is the unique mark that Li ghost will leave on every woman in the Yang world?
Mrs. Fujihide thinks too much.
Li Nanfang was forced to look at people’s ass. He planned to write a poem on it, like the spring rain in the small building last night, but after the pen fell, he habitually drew his unique mark, the black skull. .
Well, he admits that painting this thing on a woman's is better than painting on a wall, a tree, etc. It has a more hand-feeling and unique sense of accomplishment, which is a little dirty thinking.
But what is there?
He wanted to kill Mrs. Fujihide too, but he couldn't bear to see her too beautiful.
Although it is the greatest humiliation that a woman is guarding her husband's body and being beaten by him, it is better than being killed.
Li Nanfang is a little self-blaming, why does he always have the benevolence of women?
Not only that, but when I was still sour and sour, I told people that I missed him, so I came to Huaxia Qingshan.
Didn't this tell people on purpose that he was pretending to be a ghost and guiding the island police to come to Qingshan to investigate the matter?
Then he carefully planned everything that would be exposed and cause endless trouble.
Several times, he wanted to return to Fujihide's house, kill the woman, and completely silence.
But later, I couldn't bear it, so I could only escape from the island country as quickly as possible, so that I could keep one more beauty for the ugly world.
I regret it when I do it, and I don't do it badly. This characteristic should be Li Nanfang's biggest fatal flaw.
He has a hunch that sooner or later he will suffer a lot.
Forget it, it will be a matter of brainstorming in the future. At the moment, it is best to tell Lao Xie and entrust him to tell Er Lengzi to get some pure natural black paint.
This thing is simply too easy to use, especially when drawing on a woman's white butt, it feels good.
This pigment is actually a kind of grass juice, which is squeezed out from a specialty grass in the Valley of the Eight Hundred Emperors.
Because the juice of the grass has such an unexplainable special effect, the eight hundred turtles named it the soul grass.
When squeezing this kind of grass juice, you must be more careful, once it sticks to the skin, it will be this color in this life.
Except for this function, the spirit grass has no other fart use, that is, the soil turtles like Er Lengzi will make some as treasures and give them to their best friends to thank Li Nanfang for not fighting him for stupid girls.
Li Nanfang didn't like silly girls.
If he must live in 800, he hopes that woman is the mother-in-law?
Grass, how could it be her?
Can't think, never think, that's the elders.
But if a black skull is also painted on the elder's ass, it will be-grass, I can't think about it, why do I still think about it?
When Li Nanfang thought of doing it, he raised his hand and slapped himself. Chen Dali, who was reporting to him, was shocked: "Ah, President Li, you are----"
"I'm swatting mosquitoes, is there a problem?"
Li Nanfang put down his right hand, raised his eyelids, gave Chen Dali a glance, and asked faintly.
"No, no problem!"
Chen Dali shook his head in a hurry, but he was surprised that President Li's strength to pat the mosquitoes was too great, and he patted his cheeks swollen.
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