I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1033
Moving the man’s body away, Tokimoto Ichiro directly kicked the bookshelf in front of him…
“boom.”
Exquisite inch strength skills, coupled with the strange power of the bronze corpse of a hundred battles, pierced the bookshelf and the rear wall into a hole.
“Sure enough, it’s a dark room.”
Then, Tokimoto Ichiro went into the hole where the dust was scattered without stopping.
“Hey, wait for me… It’s so wide in here?”
Immediately after Honichiro entered the hole, what appeared in front of Sousuke Araki was a closed room the size of a basketball court.
“This one is a test tube?”
Several rows of glass tubes of different heights and sizes stood neatly in the dimly lit room.
“When the old man was young, he had a good relationship with the parents of that girl, Ayano. Her father Mochizuki Keiji once mentioned that not everyone in the Mochizuki family can inherit the ‘blood of heaven and man’ and become a spirit remover…”
“As the patriarch Yasushi Mochizuki, although he failed to inherit the ‘human blood’, he has made great achievements in ‘supernatural scientific research’. After creating the ‘Ling Detective’ series of equipment in one fell swoop, Lingli’ technology has been highly valued by the royal family.”
Tokimoto Ichiro, who entered first, walked quickly among the test tubes as he spoke.
“But according to Jiro Kotomine, the research institute is responsible for the preliminary assessment of grievances, the analysis of the characteristics of ghosts and spirits, and the innovation of the spiritual detective series of equipment. “Paranormal Evolution”, which aims to find a way for the perfect fusion of humans and ghosts.”
“For more than ten years, Kotomine Jiro has controlled the Aum Shinrikai to make sacrifices to the Hundred Demons Escrow, and has provided Mochizuki with many ghost limbs, organs, and ghostly human bodies as ‘experimental living materials.’”
“These culture fluids contain a large amount of artificial spiritual power that is homologous to the equipment of the ‘Ling Detective’ series. If you guess correctly, they should be used to ‘seal’ those ‘materials’.”
At this moment, the test tubes in this dark room were all smashed to shreds, and there was nothing inside, except for the faint green culture fluid flowing all over the place.
“There’s not a single bit of ‘material’ left, it’s too clean!”
From his arms, he took out the “Yin-Yang Four-Signs Celestial Disk” and glanced at it. Tokimoto Ichiro shook his head: “No matter who did all this, it was as if it had been premeditated.”
“You mean, Mochizuki Yasushi knew in advance that Kotomine Jiro might confess himself, so he killed the staff of the research institute, wiped away the experimental materials, and then ran away with Ayano?”
Stepping on the green culture medium and walking past the broken instruments on the other side, Sousuke Araki couldn’t see any clues.
“This possibility is very high… Mochizuki Yasushi deliberately lent the bamboo tori picture scroll, and he has some understanding of your ability to make ghosts become Buddhas…”
“However, to say that I don’t have enough confidence in Aum Shinrikyo’s ‘Hundred Ghosts Night Festival’ to leave one day early, it would be too much… Or is it that other forces peeped at the technology of the research institute and raided here during the chaos?”
The chaotic situation in front of him made the experienced Tokimoto Ichiro somewhat uncertain.
“Hey, does this trace look familiar?”
At the same time, the black traces dragging on the wall attracted Sousuke Araki’s attention.
“Kill the ghosts of those people outside, come to this room… So, there are no footprints on the ground, is it eliminated by the spiritual power in the culture liquid?”
Sousuke Araki reached out and stroked along the direction that the mark was dragged…
“The location where the imprint came out, is this here?”
Following his keen intuition, he suddenly raised his hand and punched hard against the wall.
A sliding door that was integrated with the wall, without even a gap, fell down.
“A darkroom in a darkroom… a nesting doll?”
After the sliding door collapsed, a relatively small and private office was revealed, which was filled with messy books, several computer instruments and some daily necessities.
“Wait, there’s someone in there!”
On the office chair in front of the desk, a thin figure in a white coat, with his back to the two, sat there motionless.
Showing a wink to Ichiro Tokimoto, Sousuke Araki stepped forward cautiously and turned the office chair towards him…
“He’s… Mochizuki Koji?!”
The person who appeared in front of him was the director of the Supernatural Research Institute, Mochizuki Yasushi, who was suspected by the two of them as “sold and ran away”.
At this moment, the old-fashioned, wrinkled-faced director of the research institute seemed to have fallen asleep due to overwork, with his head bowed and curled up in a large office chair.
“Dead…dead.”
Araki Sousuke stretched out his hand to test the other party’s breath and pulse, and suddenly fell into an ice cave, his mind went blank.
“Kid Araki, come out first and let the old man investigate.”
“Oh, good.”
Because he was afraid of being “accidentally turned into a Buddha” by someone in a small room, Ichiro Tokimoto, who could only watch from a distance outside the door, woke him up from his “petrification” in a low voice.
“Judging from the physical signs, Mochizuki Yasushi didn’t have any scars on his body, nor did he sense any ‘supernatural’ aura in his body. It looked like he died from natural aging. Although, given his age, the cause of death is quite normal…”
Five minutes later, Tokimoto Ichiro wiped the blood on his hands and walked out of the office with a frown: “But it happened to be this day~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the ‘massacre’ in the institute , it’s too weird.”
Obviously, the “temporary autopsy” just now failed to get him any useful clues.
“Old Shiben, what should we do now?”
Outside the door, Sousuke Araki was pacing back and forth a little anxiously: “Mochizuki Koji died here, massacred the entire research institute, and took away Mochizuki and research materials. Maybe someone else…”
Right now, the Supernatural Research Institute has become a **** tomb, Mochizuki Ayano and Taketori Escroll are still missing, and the “Evil Flower” member Mochizuki Yasushi, who has finally been identified, is left with only a cold corpse…
The fact that was gradually becoming clear because of Kotomine Jiro’s “confession” seemed to be shrouded in a new fog.
“Let the police handle it here… The situation is too complicated at the moment. Let Mai-chan and whoever come to the association alone to meet with us and discuss it. After all, the fewer people who know about the ‘Evil Flower’, the safer it is.”
After passing through the broken rows of test tubes, Ichiro Tokimoto calmly walked outside: “No matter who is the murderer, at least we know that ‘he’ took the Taketori picture scroll and Mochizuki girl… As long as you follow the vine and find it, everything will always be there. It will come to light.”
“Old man Shiben, wait for me… Now that all the stolen goods have been sold, there is no evidence of death, and all the clues have been cut off, which way should I follow?”
Listening to the other party’s determined tone, Sousuke Araki, who quickly followed behind, became more and more confused.
“The mountain man has his own plan, don’t panic… As long as the cable is pulled, the kite can’t run away no matter how high it flies…”
Walking outside the door of the research institute, he took out the old feng shui compass from his bosom, and Tokimoto Ichiro smiled confidently: “Let me see, where is that ‘behind-the-scenes’ man who wants to take the “Bamboo Painting Scroll”? ”
“what?”
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