I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Sure enough, it was in the place just now..."

When Hou Hai Lu Dou switched several cameras continuously and found Su Shengliang again...

There were only two blood holes in his eyes.

"So, based on the currently known information, it is inferred that the victim should have been chased by some existence before escaping outside in panic most of the night..."

Like a detective, Mai Hanyu groaned blankly.

"Like all illogical horror movie endings, he was caught up by the unknown existence, exploded his eyes, and finally died of excessive blood loss? But, why not just kill him..."

"There is basically no clue given by the Metropolitan Police Department."

The clues at hand were temporarily interrupted, and Hou Hailu Dou showed an irritable look: "This kind of supernatural thing is not something that our technical house can infer from common sense. It is better to ask the association to find a professional to divination..."

"Instead of inviting a fortune-teller, it's better... Araki-kun, what do you think is going on?"

Fucked lightly and looked at her small eyebrows, she turned to look at the silent, keeping a pencil and writing something on the paper.

"Name...I feel that all of this is related to the name Su Shengliang mentioned before his death."

Araki Zongsuke focused on writing and scratching, and replied without raising his head.

"Of course it's related. Didn't you see that the author deliberately blocked the name [BEEP...] in order to protect the readers?" 』

"But [BEEP...] This name is too rare. Don't mention people with the same name and surname in the household registration information database of the Metropolitan Police Department. There is not even a person with this name. It seems that there is no way to follow up on this clue. ..."

Hou Hailudou scratched his hair, logged into the household registration information database of the Metropolitan Police Department, and searched it.

"Although this name is rare, it still conforms to the complete structure of traditional Japanese names. It is not uncommon for people who use the same surname and first name alone..."

Mai Hanyu interrupted Atukai Luto's words and tapped her fingers on the table quickly.

Most civilians in Japan originally did not have or were even allowed to have surnames, only first names.

In order to recruit soldiers, collect taxes, make household registration, etc., Emperor Meiji successively promulgated the "Order for the Permit of Common People's Miao Characters" and "The Order of Common People's Miao Characters Must Be Called" in 1870 and 1875, allowing and requiring all Japanese to use surnames.

At that time, civilians who were not well-educated were forced to adopt the things they were familiar with, ranging from occupations, residences to natural phenomena as surnames, from the sun, the moon and the stars, to the flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

For example, Suzuki, the second-largest surname in Japan, is pronounced as Suzuki, and there are eight kinds of Shou Shougi, Suzuki, etc.; and the same Chinese character "Suzuki" has fourteen different pronunciations.

"'Be careful...the one who knows the name...', Su Shengliang told you this at the last moment."

She flirted with her eyes, looked at Araki Sosuke, earnestly verifying: "If you know the name, what should you be careful about? Will you be careful to end up with him?"

"'You knew already'……"

Recalling the scene where the man was covered with blood and was lying in his arms with a pair of blood holes blankly, Sousuke Araki gritted his teeth and nodded.

"After Su Shengliang told me the name, the woman's voice said so...You guys, didn't you hear it?"

After several people said that the scene was too noisy and did not pay attention, he showed the paper in his hand to everyone: "...this is the woman across the street I saw."

On the A4 paper, the crooked lines, in an extremely simple and rough style, outlines a white dress with half exaggerated black eyes, long hair covering the face, and a string with a bell hanging between his hands. female.

"..."

Looking at the infiltrating image on the paper, everyone did not speak for a while.

"Well, are you sure she did it? Could this one just happen to pass by across the street and watch with other people."

Because of his unbearable experience with the "white female resentment", Hou Hailu Dou was not even willing to take a second look at the graffiti, and moved his eyes back to the screen.

"Well, my instinct tells me that Su Shengliang's death must be related to the name he said and this woman!"

Looking at the image on the paper, the scene of looking across the street with the weird woman, more and more clearly appeared in Araki's mind.

"Suppose she was the resentful spirit who chased Su Shengliang all the way and caused his death, and the reason is related to that name... The information at hand is too scarce, and there are many conflicting assumptions. There is no legal theory..."

After clapping her hands, Mai Hanyu arranged a series of tasks for her "chief hacker" without any pity: "Lu Dou, immediately apply to Lesson 9 to inquire about similar case files. At the same time, let your crawlers search on the Internet. Are there any relevant urban legends and materials..."

"This workload is huge..."

Hearing her words, Hou Hailu Dou suddenly collapsed, took out his mobile phone, tapped the Qianguan APP, and began to mumble down for a late night snack.

"That can't be helped... After all, like everyone in the room, you also witnessed Li Shengliang's death and heard the name. Maybe the lady in white had already taken a fancy to it?"

"Know, got it, I'm going to start... the key is coming!!!"

Listening to the faint words of Mai Hanyu, I remembered the crude and terrifying image in Sosuke Araki’s paintings, the thick sea and land fighting that had always had a huge shadow on female grievances, his chubby hands immediately turned into shadows, and he struck quickly on the keyboard. stand up.

"I will leave it to Hou Hai for the time being, let's get back to the topic..."

Speaking of this, Mai Hanyu began to take out all kinds of weird instruments, his eyes shining brightly, and he began to measure "Taketoi Scroll", and at the same time recorded various data.

Since the faint symbol on the surface of the scroll cannot be seen by the naked eye, she can only perform these processes with a SLR camera equipped with the "Eye of Reality".

"Ha... so sleepy."

Araki Sosuke, who put his feet on the conference table, stretched hard and yawned.

The bird Yu Mayumi on the side was too sleepy, so she wore a quilt and hugged a pillow and fell asleep pitifully on the sofa next to her.

In order to report the situation to the Association as soon as possible, and worried that the "symbol" on the picture scroll will last soon, the two talents endure their sleep and let Ryoma before the second send them directly to the institute.

Now as soon as I relax, my sleepiness strikes, irresistible.

"After a hard night, this broken arrow symbol is the so-called ‘clue’? Isn’t it cheating..."

Rubbing away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he whispered the rough "arrow" on the scroll, and the corners of Araki's mouth twitched slightly.

"You should be content if you can get it done in one night, otherwise the ancestors of the Mochizuki clan who have spent a hundred years may be ashamed to crawl out of hell and cut their abdomen once."

Mai Hanyu printed out a map of the Kanto region and placed it on the table, marking the "Metropolitan Expressway" surrounding the entire Tokyo metropolis with a red pen.

"As long as you take this thing and run a lap on the Metropolitan Expressway, you will probably know whether the place indicated by the arrow is in Tokyo."

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