"Ah, the legend is true, the foggy dog killed someone!"
As soon as Mochizuki stepped onto the steps, a scared monk rushed out of the temple, muttering that the foggy dog killed someone.
"Excuse me, what happened here?"
Midorikawa Hikaru grabbed the young monk and asked about the situation, while Mochizuki walked directly to the temple.
The whole Shanni Temple is made of wood. Although it looks dark, it has an ancient flavor.
Coupled with the waterfall flowing down from the top of the mountain and the scattered mountain cherry blossoms all around, it looks like a paradise on earth.
Mochizuki was secretly happy and moved towards the noisy room.
When I looked up, well, there was a male corpse hanging on the high beams, and there was a big hole in the wall next to the corridor.
Mochizuki took out her cell phone with some melancholy and contacted Officer Megure from the Investigation Section 1. The frequency of cases she encountered seemed to be a bit high recently. Could it be that her death aura had finally activated.
"Who are you? Get out of here quickly."
Monk Tianyong had a gloomy old face. He was about to let someone take his granddaughter down to rest. When he turned around, he saw a strange woman looking at the big hole in the wall with interest.
"I am Police Officer Mochizuki from the Paranormal Incident Processing Department, and I came here specifically to investigate the legend of the foggy dog."
Mochizuki said righteously while holding the police manual. Midorikawa Hikari, who was following behind, covered his face helplessly. Why hadn't he noticed that Officer Mochizuki was so good at telling lies before?
"What a foggy dog, we don't even know about it."
Monk Tianyong picked up the broom beside the door and wanted to drive the person out, but was stopped by Midorikawa Hikari.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Monk Tianyong suffered a secret loss and hid in the door with a sullen look on his face, but did not dare to come out.
"If you attack the police, I can take you all away now."
Mochizuki hooked her little finger at the people in the room, gesturing for them to come out.
The scene of the crime was a little strange originally, but after being messed with by this group of people, it is even weirder now.
"Officer, Zhongnian can't commit suicide. He promised to leave here with me."
The woman who was protected by several people suddenly rushed out, grabbed Mochizuki's sleeve and cried non-stop.
Mochizuki turned around and looked at Midorikawa Hikari. What a coincidence. Just when she was about to help the pair of miserable mandarin ducks escape from the sea of misery, the male protagonist committed suicide.
"Whether it was suicide or not, we will know after the police investigate. Now all of you go to the reception room and wait for questioning. The police will be here soon."
Midorikawa Hikaru pulled the woman's hand off Mochizuki's sleeve and looked at the torn hole speechlessly.
Officer Mochizuki's money for buying clothes definitely accounts for a large amount of his daily expenses. On average, he destroys one piece of clothes a day.
"Is there the smell of foggy dogs here?"
After sending everyone back in the temple, Midorikawa Hikaru took Mochizuki to the corner and asked quietly.
"What a foggy dog, look here, the marks on it are obviously man-made."
Mochizuki pointed at the hole in the wall that was obviously cut by an ax or something like that, and rolled his eyes.
You can’t believe in feudal superstition, young man!
The foggy dog is a legendary species after all. There is no reason to drill a dog hole just to hang this person up.
Besides, according to legend, all those who died were beauties. This time, the beautiful granddaughter of the host was not arrested, but a practicing monk was arrested. It couldn't be because he was jealous that he had a wife, but he was single!
"It seems that the host here is the most suspicious?"
Midorikawa Hikaru touched the stubble on his chin, looked at the body hanging on the beam, and thought silently.
How did the prisoner achieve this height?
There was only a small window near the ceiling in the entire room, and it was impossible for an adult to carry the body through there.
When he came here just now, he asked about the practicing monk named Mu Nian.
This room is specially used for spiritual practice in the temple. It is actually used to detain monks who violate the temple rules.
So there is nothing here, even the walls are painted, just to prevent the monks who are locked up here for reflection from climbing up the walls and escaping.
It is difficult to pull an adult man up such a high distance by human power alone.
Officer Megu's speed was as fast as ever. After a car of people got off, he separated the monks in the reception room and interrogated them one by one.
Mochizuki and Midorikawa Hikaru didn't need to stay here, so they returned to the crime scene to check.
The investigation in the house was over, and Wang Yue walked directly in. Except for the dust where the rope was hung, the other parts of the beam were not damaged at all.
It was obvious that the body had been hung up all at once, and there were no traces of rope friction on the beams.
How did this old host do it?
Mochizuki leaned against the wall with some irritation, looking at the floating soul of Monk Zhongnian. The idea of cheating arose spontaneously, so why not just go over and ask.
"Wait, something seems wrong."
Midorikawa Hikaru pulled up Mochizuki who was leaning against the wall and stared at her arms.
"The humidity in this house seems a little wrong. Even if there is a big hole, water vapor from outside will drift in, but the wall cannot be so damp."
Midorikawa Hikaru pointed to the wet marks on Mochizuki's arm and said, because the walls here are black, they did not find any problems on the walls.
The whole room seemed to have been soaked in water. Could it be that someone used the waterfall outside to hang people up.
"I remember you said when you came here that when you first met the host, he was repairing his rubber boat."
Mochizuki walked to the hole and was almost frightened by the old man.
It seems that in order to successfully marry his granddaughter to the heir of a large temple, he devised a very sophisticated murder method.
"Monk Tianyong, you are the criminal who killed Zhongnian."
Mochizuki looked at the confident old host and spoke slowly in front of everyone.
"That's nonsense. He obviously committed suicide. Why should you say it was me? What evidence do you have?"
"The evidence is these wooden fragments. You used tape to connect the wooden boards together, and then led water from the ceiling window into the room where Master Zhongnian practiced."
"You put Master Zhongnian on the rubber boat in advance, and when the water level in the room rises to a suitable level, hang him with a rope."
"Then how did I escape? I wasn't in the room when I found the body."
"Of course it comes out of the window. You just need to take the board away and you can easily come out from there."
"Not only that, you also opened a hole in the wall of the corridor. The whole room is full of water. As long as there is a slight crack in any wall, the water pressure will tilt there. I don't need to say more about the result!"
"These are all your guesses. No one can prove that I killed Zhongnian."
Monk Tianyong did not cry until he saw the coffin. He held his neck and refused to admit guilt.
"Actually, Officer Mu Mu has already mastered the evidence. Your fingerprints are definitely on it."
Midorikawa Hikaru pointed to the fragments and tapes in the evidence bag. It took him a long time to find them from under the waterfall.
"Damn it, who told him to break the engagement between my granddaughter and the heir to the great temple? He deserves to die. I was right."
With a wave of Officer Mumu's hand, the two police officers took the unrepentant monk Tianyong away, leaving only his heartbroken granddaughter who was crying.
Yes, depending on the situation, she has to do it again. It is probably a bit difficult to negotiate cooperation at the moment.
