General Man: The Days Of My Youth Are Never Boring!

Katsuya Takahashi, a 37-year-old native of Tokyo, once rented a Kanda senior apartment outside Chiyoda-ku, moved out on March 10, 20xx, and the apartment was renewed by Yukinoshita half a month later.

Su Muyang sent all this information to the crow, and within a few minutes he received his detailed information.

Specific to which neighborhood, which building, which floor, which house number, the short message is clear about these elements, and even accompanied by a recent personal photo and a roster of students in his class.

"Do I need to send someone to cooperate with you?"

Another text message appeared below the text message.

"No, I'll just handle it myself."

"Okay, then take care of your own safety."

Following the navigation route, Su Muyang quickly tracked the location of Katsuya Takahashi, an old community, even the gate is still the same old style of padlock more than ten years ago, the cement road has been cracked, and the previous Waikanda senior apartment is simply a world away.

It's a great place to shelter from the wind.

The guard's room in the community is a low panel room, and an elderly man in his fifties sits in front of the door to enjoy the shade: "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

Su Muyang calmly spoke: "I am a student of Mr. Katsuya Takahashi, and I came to him because of my studies."

"Katsuya Takah... Be careful, young man, that guy is not serious. "

This..." Su Muyang pretended to show a surprised and puzzled expression, "Where to start?"

"There is always the sound of fighting upstairs these days, and I also saw it when he went out, and his face was red and swollen, and I didn't know who he was fighting with."

"I know, I'll pay attention, by the way, what floor is Takahashi-sensei on?"

"On the seventh floor, gate thirteen."

"Thank you."

Su Muyang nodded, and then walked through the path next to the building and entered the door of the unit.

The building is in the backlit position, and after entering the stairwell, the light is bad, and the voice-activated lights on the floor are constantly flashing, and the cold light flashes on the wall to set off a chill.

It's like a place of accidents in a horror movie.

Before walking up to the seventh floor, Su Muyang felt abnormal, there was obvious magic residue in this place, it was obvious that a demon had come - even not long after leaving.

However, Su Muyang did not mean to investigate deeply, even if he wanted to investigate, he could not find anything, this ghost place did not even have monitoring, and it was easier for demons to enter and exit than to eat and drink, and there was no trace after leaving.

Seventh floor, number 13.

When I was in front of the door, I heard the sound of fights coming from inside, and the sound of pots and pans breaking and colliding came and went.

"It seems that the people inside are already restless." Su Muyang smiled sarcastically.

Su Muyang knocked on the iron door, but after waiting for a few seconds, no one came to open the door, and the noise inside stopped briefly for a moment, but soon continued again.

"Teacher Takahashi, it's me, Toruya Kosai," Su Muyang casually found a boy's name on the roster, "I want to ask you for today's homework." There

was still no response from the room, but the sound of the fight became more intense, and after a huge crash, the movement gradually subsided.

So Su Muyang didn't have the patience to continue knocking on the door, a glimmer flashed in the dim corridor, and the next second the Yan Demon Knife had appeared in his hand.

The long knife came out of its sheath, bringing a cold light, and Su Muyang held the handle of the knife with one hand and cut it out from bottom to top.

The security door shattered in half in the light of the knife, and then Su Muyang kicked the door panel.

The ground was covered with glass slag and broken porcelain, and you could see more and more blood stains on the ground when you walked inside.

The noise inside was much smaller than when I first heard it.

Looks like you're ready to fight me?

Su Muyang was ready to start.

However, when he entered the bedroom, he realized that the silence was not because of their vigilance - but because of the end of their battle.

A young man was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a fruit knife dripping with blood in his right hand, and a forearm of his right hand with his left hand, and the green tendons on his right arm burst and pressed down hard, but his left hand was trying his best to stop it.

The middle-aged man in front of him was curled up on the ground in the direction of facing the computer, blood was rolling in his lower abdomen, his pants were half faded to expose his lower body to the air, his fingers tried to bend, his throat trembled and grunted, his expression was sad and frightened, and the corners of his eyes were moist and tears had not yet fallen.

The silence in the computer has not stopped, and at a glance, you can confirm that it is the work of the owner of this house in the past.

The young man saw Kurosaki Ichigo in the doorway, he struggled, the left half of his body tried to get up, but the right half was determined to give the man on the ground a fatal blow.

"The young man who traded with the demon and sacrificed his soul lost his mind and wanted to kill his father with his own hands, but he suddenly woke up at the last moment, but he could only regain half of the control, and his father was already in danger," Su Muyang held the Yan Demon Dao in his arms, "Gee, what a vivid bitter drama." "

What is this called," he crouched beside the middle-aged, "Heavenly Dao reincarnation, karma."

Then he raised his head and looked at the young man sarcastically: "Right?

Su Muyang had already realized that these two guys might have been influenced by some unknown guy.

Because all these consequences were the fault of these two people, Su Muyang could not raise the slightest compassion for them.

Although no amount of harsh punishment can soothe the tragedy that has happened, at least, if the fate of these two people is known, the victim's spirit in heaven should also feel a breeze-like comfort.

There is no need to shoot, the development of the matter has already pushed the two of them down the abyss, and even the evidence of the crime has been prepared, just wait for the police to come to the door.

The strength of the young man's left hand gradually became insufficient to resist the oppression of his right hand, and he slowly trembled and moved down, and his body, which was originally stunned and about to stand up, suddenly fell heavily.

The fruit knife cut the middle-aged man's throat, and he was painfully out of breath, and he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Su Muyang took a photo with his mobile phone just now, and at this moment he had already dialed Aizawa Xiu's number.

"Good afternoon, Officer Aizawa."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Su, please don't call me a police officer, I'm just... It's just a squad leader. "

Transferred to where?"

"Under the Metropolitan Police Department."

"That's just right." Su Muyang said, "There is a case here that needs your help, I don't know if I have time?" I have sent you pictures of the scene, a teacher was killed by his son with a fruit knife, and now the murderer has been restrained by me.

"But... The deceased is not a good person. "