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The dumplings baked next to the corpse do not taste like the corpse.

A few people didn't care. They were so arrogant that the silent onlookers could not help but exclaim, "The future belongs to elementary school students."

Yamamura Cao stood aside, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Those elementary school students are too calm and confident.

So much so that even what seemed like a joke before about being dismissed became much more real.

Yamamura Cao thought for a moment and then walked towards the body.

The phone rang like a reminder.

He hurriedly answered the call and couldn't hide his surprise after hearing the content.

"I understand, yes, okay." He held his mobile phone in one hand and saluted with the other.

"Have you received the order now?" Morohoshi Hideki put down the sign, clapped his hands, and stood up.

Miyamoto Aito blew the dumplings and took a bite.

The outside is crispy and the inside is soft and elastic.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it is delicious even without any seasoning.

"I got it, the body will be transported to Tokyo." Yamamura Cao responded with a low eyebrow.

"Yes." Morohoshi Hideki nodded, indicating that he understood.

No one can remain arrogant in front of him.

He has seen the appearance of being arrogant at the front and respectful at the back too many times.

The other party is not worthy of his attention.

"Send it to Tokyo as soon as possible. Then we will conduct a blanket search around the area to see if we can find anything suspicious. Then ask these villagers if they have seen any suspicious outsiders in the past few days." He was just being logical.

He gave Yamamura Cao clear instructions, as if the other person was his subordinate, and his attitude was completely natural.

"Yes, I understand." Yamamura Cao also saluted as if he were a superior and said loudly.

"Let's go back to Tokyo quickly." Morohoshi Hideki turned to his friends and said.

"...Okay." Aito said while chewing the rice cake.

"Wait a minute, this is not baked yet." Takizawa Shinya nervously stared at the white dumplings in the fire.

Morohoshi Hideki couldn't help but sigh.

They didn't leave Akari until Takizawa Shinya's dumplings were baked.

Of course, I didn't know that they left a legend in Red ***.

There is a horrifying legend about five scary elementary school students who like to bake rice cakes with burning corpses.

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"The time of death can only be determined through an autopsy." Hideki Morohoshi sat in the passenger seat and sighed.

The surface of the body was almost burned.

They are not majoring in forensic medicine, so they can't see anything more.

"The cornea of ​​the corpse is highly turbid, and there are dark spots. At the same time, there is a putrefactive abdominal distension reaction. The corpse is not stiff, it can even be said to have softened. And it is winter. It is estimated that the time of death should be around forty-eight or seventy-two.

Within hours, if it is summer, the time can be shortened to about four to five hours..." Miyamoto Aito sat in the back seat and recalled the appearance of the corpse.

"Corruption blisters generally do not appear in winter. We can only investigate whether the corrupt blood vessel network and hair become easy to fall off, and whether there is autolysis in the oral mucosa and conjunctiva. However, these require the use of tools, which can be handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Someone who specializes in autopsies..."

"But based on what I observed, the time of death of the deceased should have been two or three days ago, on Friday or Thursday." He guessed.

"...Do you still understand corpses?" Morohoshi Hideki slowly turned his head and looked at each other.

"It's introduced in the book." Miyamoto Aito said in a natural tone.

"Share the list of books you have read, and we will read them when we go back." Hideki Morohoshi said.

It is impossible for them to carry a forensic doctor with them, so they need to understand forensic knowledge themselves.

It’s just reading. Of course, the more you read, the better.

"All?" Aito asked.

"and

Everything related to the condition of the corpse." Hideki Morohoshi said in a serious tone.

"In this case..." Aito turned over the memories of books classified as torture in his mind.

Those books were all those he had read when he was studying torture, so that he could understand the human body, perform the knife better, and find people's weaknesses and pain points more easily.

Of course, you also need to understand the corpse so that you can dispose of it better.

"Illustrated book on changes in corpses, musculoskeletal anatomy, human anatomy, forensic pathology..." He read out a series of book titles.

Then he nodded thoughtfully.

"That's it." He nodded affirmatively.

Hideki Morohoshi and others listened to nearly twenty or thirty book titles, and the expressions on their faces became dazed.

"I understand, I'll have someone prepare it when I get back..." Hideki Morohoshi put away his phone.

He edited all the book titles Miyamoto Aito had just submitted into emails.

This way you won't forget it.

"You also have to watch with me." Morohoshi Hideki looked at Jiang Shouhuang and the others and said.

"...Okay." The three of them were in a trance, as if they hadn't come back to their senses yet, but they agreed very simply.

Great, there is a pile of books behind the pile of unread books.

They really worked hard to be detectives.

Tetsuya Aoyagi kept his mouth tightly shut, for fear of being implicated.

At this time, he was glad that he was just an assistant. These young detectives worked really hard.

The drive back to Tokyo from Gunma was supposed to take three hours, but Tetsuya Aoyagi only took two hours.

Because Hideki Morohoshi put a police light on the roof of the car.

Their cars flashed red and blue lights along the way, driving rampantly and ignoring red lights. When there was a traffic jam, someone was responsible for opening the road.

In this way, we drove back to Tokyo at high speed without any obstruction.

The members of Silver Bullet had no intention of going home, and Tetsuya Aoyagi drove directly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

There are still people on duty at the Metropolitan Police Department at night.

Not to mention some special personnel who were awakened because of this sudden case.

For example, Officer Megure and the Search Section 1 where he works.

"Hideki, why did you encounter another case while you were out playing?" Officer Megure was a little helpless when he saw Hideki Morohoshi and others.

Why do these kids always get into cases?

"Because those corpses are calling for someone who can find out the truth for them." Kikukawa Seiichiro said with a smile.

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The detective wanted to give the speechless corpse a chance to tell the truth.

"We are detectives chosen by the souls of the dead." Takizawa Shinya said proudly.

The same goes for other detectives, of course.

"If some police officers were more useful, maybe we wouldn't encounter corpses." Hideki Morohoshi mocked.

"I'm very useful to you, brother." A man who looked somewhat similar to Hideki Morohoshi and was wearing a black suit came over and said.

"Morohoshi police watch." Officer Megure greeted quickly.

The opponent was much smaller than him, but his level was one level higher than his.

Twenty-four-year-old vigilant.

"Megure Police Department." Ippei Morohoshi nodded towards Officer Megure.

"I heard that you are not going back tonight, and your father asked me to come and check on you." He turned to Hideki Morohoshi and said.

"What's there to worry about? This is the Metropolitan Police Department." Morohoshi Hideki said nonchalantly.

In the Metropolitan Police Department, no one dared to offend him.

"The Metropolitan Police Department is not safe either. Don't be too confident, Hideki." Ippei Morohoshi said in a low voice.

Not long ago, a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department disappeared.

"But I also know that you don't want to be stared at, so I'll leave first." He patted Hideki Morohoshi on the shoulder.

"Shiratori, you're here, let's chat?" he said to Rensaburo Shiratori who was standing beside him.

Shiratori Rensaburo, who has the same police rank as Officer Megure, is from the police department, and is one level lower than Ippei Morohoshi, but their class is almost the same.

"The body should be arriving soon. Let us see the identification results once they come out. We estimate that the time of death should be Thursday or Friday..." Hideki Morohoshi said to Officer Megure.

"Bring some folding beds. We'll keep them at the Metropolitan Police Department tonight." He looked around and pointed to an open space.

"Just leave it there." Then he said.

Officer Memu touched his nose and asked someone to fold the bed for them.

Then, in front of all of them, the five elementary school students went to the folding bed and fell asleep.

"Call us after the results are out." Hideki Morohoshi emphasized.

"Okay." Officer Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the five beds in the open space, I don't know why, but I feel a little weird.

Like a morgue.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

"Brother Aoyagi, you..." Officer Megure looked at Tetsuya Aoyagi, only to find that he had brought his own sleeping bag. At this moment, he also lay down on the ground and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Officer Memu's expression became speechless.

Do you remember this is the Metropolitan Police Department?