It was an old house surrounded by several police cars on a small road in the old town of Tokyo.
"call……"
Only at this moment did Keiko Hatoyama finally stop her hurried steps. She tried hard to adjust her breathing, hide the panic in her eyes, and then walked towards the old house.
In fact, when she saw those police cars, Belmod had already vaguely guessed what was going on inside, but she didn't understand who was inside that would make the seemingly pampered sister Keiko care so much.
Belmod was silent and followed Hatoyama Keiko towards the old house.
In front of the door of the old house, there were still two young detectives standing. The two people who were lighting cigarettes seemed to be frightened when they saw Hatoyama Keiko. They straightened up quickly and stammered nervously. :
"M-Miss!"
At this moment, Belmode suddenly remembered that the head of the family had briefly mentioned to her once before that the Hatoyama family had a very deep influence in the Japanese police circles.
"Um……"
Hatoyama Keiko just nodded towards the two people, then raised her hands that were red with cold, and pushed the door open with trembling.
The two detectives obviously knew what happened in the house. They originally wanted to stop Hatoyama Keiko, but after seeing the old housekeeper following Hatoyama Keiko, they shut their mouths.
The door opened and the three of them walked into the house.
There was no heat in the house, the entrance was covered with dirty muddy footprints, and there was a small pile of brand new newspapers in the corner.
The three of them followed these mud footprints, walked through the empty corridor, and finally came to a room.
At the first glance, Belmod didn't see anything stimulating in the room.
There were only three or four detectives inside, as well as a half-crouching boy. The boy had his back to the three of them, half-kneeling next to the mattress spread in the middle of the room.
Looking past the young man and the detective, Belmod could vaguely see a person lying on the mattress.
But unlike the detectives in the room, this young man was dressed very ordinary and looked like someone who had nothing to do with the police.
Belmod didn't understand why the boy appeared here. And it can be so close to the scene?
But soon she guessed the reason from Hatoyama Keiko.
Unlike Belmod, who had not fully understood the situation, Hatoyama Keiko saw the scene in the room...especially after seeing the boy and the figure lying on the bed in front of the boy. The rosy cheeks that looked a little sickly due to strenuous exercise instantly turned pale, and the whole person staggered two steps.
If the old housekeeper hadn't supported her in time, Belmod had no doubt that she would have fallen to the ground.
The movements of the three people finally attracted the attention of several detectives in the room. Two of them turned around and were surprised when they saw Keiko Hatoyama.
But before they could say anything, Hatoyama Keiko raised her hand to stop them.
She shook her head slightly, then stood firm and walked into the room step by step. In the process, her eyes never left the young man in the middle of the room with his back to her.
"By the way, have you seen enough?"
Next to the boy, stood a male detective who looked like a superior. He also did not notice the approach of Keiko Hatoyama behind him. He raised his hand to light a cigarette for himself, and looked at the body of the deceased squatting impatiently. The boy next to him.
"Really, it was you who said you were an assistant working in a detective agency nearby, so I made an exception and allowed you to take a look at this scene... I was thinking you could provide some clues, and it turned out that this Staring intently at the corpse..."
After the police officer finished speaking, the boy still didn't react at all. He just squatted there quietly, looking down at the female body lying on the mattress.
The young man's attitude made the police officer even more unhappy.
"Okay kid, if you can't find any clues, don't hang on here. The police officer won't blame you. Go home quickly."
"This was not a crime of passion, but a planned murder."
Suddenly, the young man spoke.
His voice was low, without any unnecessary emotional ups and downs in his tone, like a cold machine.
To be honest, Belmod actually doesn't like this way of speaking.
"Huh? Have you found a clue?" The police officer heard this and asked curiously.
"The deceased had the habit of reading newspapers during his lifetime."
The young man did not answer the police officer directly. He still half-crouched in front of the deceased and spoke in a calm voice.
"And it was very frequent. He would buy new newspapers almost every day. The murderer probably learned about this habit of the deceased through a period of secret observation. He disguised himself as a newspaper seller, deceived the deceased into opening the door, and finally opened the door. Kill them.”
"Interesting guess, where's the evidence?"
"There is a pile of brand-new newspapers at the entrance of this house. They cannot belong to the deceased, because the deceased was financially strapped. Even if he had the habit of reading newspapers, he would not waste money to buy such a large pile of newspapers.
Moreover, according to another habit of the deceased, after reading the newspaper, she would cut out the recruitment information in the current issue and keep it.
Therefore, the pile of new and complete newspapers placed in the entrance hall could only belong to the murderer. "
Although he had some doubts about why the young man knew so clearly about the deceased's habits, the police officer took out the small notebook he had on him and wrote down the key points of the young man's words.
"What about the murderer's motive? Did you find any clues, kid?"
"Eye."
The boy finally moved. He raised his hand and pointed at the eyes of the female corpse.
Her eyes were gouged out.
Where the eyes should have been, there were only two horrible bloody holes left.
"The murderer's purpose was to gouge out the deceased's eyes." The young man's tone was calm.
"Take your eyes out? What do you mean?" The police officer seemed unable to understand this sentence.
Without answering him, the young man began to restore the scene at that time.
"After the murderer used his identity as a newspaper seller to trick the deceased into opening the door, he was worried that the deceased's struggle would attract the surrounding people, so he did not commit the murder immediately. Instead, he covered the deceased's mouth and forcibly dragged her to where we are now. in the room.”
As he spoke, the boy raised his fingers and pointed around the mouth of the female corpse, where there were blood marks left after being squeezed and scratched by fingernails.
"Subsequently, the murderer took advantage of his physical strength to hold the deceased down, put his knee on his back to suppress the deceased's resistance, and then used a rope prepared in advance to wrap around the deceased's neck and strangled him bit by bit from behind."
The boy moved his finger again and pointed at the extremely obvious strangulation marks on the neck of the female corpse.
"Finally, after the deceased died completely, the murderer directly dug out the deceased's eyes with his fingers."
Around the empty eye sockets of the female corpse, there were indeed tiny crescent-shaped scars that looked like they had been scratched by human fingernails.
"But why did the murderer take the eyes of the deceased?"
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(End of chapter)
