Chapter 361. The painting of flesh and blood
Because Jun Kuroda's team is closest to the crime site, she received this call.
The crime scene was a small hotel next to the canteen of Manbu.
The hotel has only four floors, and when we walked into the hall, there were already police waiting.
"I've met again, Kuroda's witch, it's hard to describe."
Officer Narita from Ise Police Station said with a wry smile.
"The first discoverer was the hotel staff. Because there was a strong smell of rancidness in the room, I knocked on the door and asked. After not getting a response, I asked the hotel owner to open the door and found the deceased."
He explained while going upstairs.
"The deceased is Aoki Takashi, a reporter from the Weird Weekly of Wako. He is 41 years old and is single. In order to take care of the New Year's Day, he came to Ise two days ago... Do you want a mask?"
Officer Narita brought a few masks.
“Because the taste is really strong…”
Jun Kuroda did not speak, took the mask and put on it, put on a thin layer of rubber gloves to prevent damage to the scene.
On the fourth floor, a room at the entrance of the elevator has been blocked by a yellow cordon. Even from a distance, Qiao Qiao could smell a strong stench.
“Aoki Takashi…”
Qiao Qiao thought of the person he met at noon. It should have been around 2:30 minutes in the afternoon?
After that, Aoki Takashi returned to the hotel and died?
Then the time of death should be between 2:30 and 4:00...
Qiao Qiao followed Officer Narita and thought a little slowed down when she saw the scene in the room.
"Don't look."
Kuroda Jun pressed and held Kuroda Makoto who was stretching his head into the room in time and kept his sister away from the scene of the crime.
Then, Jun Kuroda covered his mask-wearing mouth and retching twice.
Officer Narita's face wrinkled into bitter gourd. In addition to the mask, he also covered his nose with a handkerchief.
Only Qiao Qiao, wearing only a thin layer of mask, looked into the room.
If Kashiki Ayako is a way to die at a glance, then the same is true for Aoki Takashi.
On the wall of the room, there is a painting.
The painting consists of dark black, dark red and dark brown, and is spread out on the wall like an abstract painter who is wantonly painted by paintings that no one can understand.
The four walls and ceilings of the entire room are all similar traces.
Pigments are humans.
Aoki Takashi's broken head was scattered on the bed, his bones were crushed by something, mixed between flesh and blood.
The entire picture has an amazing impact, like the embodiment of some kind of evil reality, and is definitely not something that humans can do.
At the same time, the flesh and blood emitted a foul smell of rottenness. You can see that the color of many pieces of meat has become extremely dark, and even maggots crawled out.
“So cruel.”
Kitashirakawa Rika sighed softly.
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Qiao Qiao felt a little confused.
No matter what exactly it was to kill Aoki Takashi, such a level of corruption cannot be achieved in a few hours.
Such maggots, spoiled pieces of meat, and the strong rancid smell, take a long time to put them in order to become like this.
It was obvious that I had met Aoki Takashi a few hours ago.
"What? You've seen the dead at two o'clock?"
Officer Narita widened his eyes after hearing the explanations of Qiaoqiao and Jun Kuroda.
"But according to preliminary test results, the body has been dead for at least more than a week."
He took out a notebook with a police badge.
"The Weiguo Weekly is not an official media, but an online media that focuses on the hunt for curiosity news. Aoki Takashi went out to retrieve materials about ten days ago, and then he had almost no contact with his colleagues. The bill shows that Ise who came the day before yesterday, and his previous movement trajectory was uncertain."
"Let's get a spiritual connection first."
Jun Kuroda said, wanting to reach out his hand, but hesitated for a moment and looked at Qiao Qiao.
"Qiao Sang, you'd better come."
Compared to myself, Qiao Qiao's psychic technique is more accurate and convenient.
Qiao Qiao nodded and found a body casually.
The dead do not necessarily have spirits, especially those killed by extremely cruel means.
What's more, according to forensic examination, the corpse has been dead for more than a week. Even if it is a normal death, the spirit body may not be able to survive without special circumstances.
After a simple spiritual communication, Qiao Qiao confirmed that there is indeed no spiritual body.
Shaking his head at Kuroda Jun, Qiao Qiao continued to communicate with him.
This time the object is this room.
In the picture, at about three o'clock, a man wearing a dark windbreaker walked into the room. This was the Aoki Takashi that Qiao Qiao and others saw.
He took off his clothes and sat on the bed.
At this moment, the man's abdomen began to swell as if he was pregnant.
His face was broken away from his bones and became very strange.
Bang—
The next moment, the man exploded and the flesh and blood splattered onto the walls and ceiling, becoming what Qiao Qiao and others saw now.
"Is this...a zombie?"
After listening to Qiao Qiao's words, Kuroda Jun said for a moment.
"Living zombies?"
Qiao Qiao has never seen a living zombie. On the flight to Hawaii, the living zombies almost turned the passengers on the entire flight into zombies.
It was at that time that Qiao Qiao roughly understood the existence of the zombies' magical control, and at the same time, some other exceptions were the fact that the spirit masters were not on the side of humans.
In other words, this time it was also what those spiritual masters did?
Qiao Qiao's spiritual vision was very sharp and could almost sense most of the extremely tiny yin energy. However, when he was communicating with Aoki Takashi just now, he did not find that the other party was dead.
It’s impossible that he was not dead at that time, and then he went back to the hotel and died suddenly. The body directly traveled through time and corrupted to the current level.
"and......"
Qiao Qiao found that in this room made of flesh and blood, blood vessels, internal organs, and bones seemed to form a pattern.
He recorded it and drew it. Kuroda Jun frowned slightly after seeing it.
"This pattern looks like a Shinto-style structure, but I haven't seen it before."
She said.
"Compared with the one from Kashiki Ayako?"
Qiao Qiao asked again.
"Katakaki Ayako... No, the two are different, that one is more simple, almost without theory, and more like imitation, while this one has a certain occult significance, which can be activated if appropriate means are used."
Jun Kuroda fell into thinking.
"start up?"
"Yes, the essence of Shinto is spiritual art, a technique for communicating with gods. The spell used to eliminate spirits is also used to borrow the power of gods. After the corresponding magic array is activated, it will naturally communicate with gods, but..."
Jun Kuroda looked into the room.
Such blood sacrifices and communication gods must not be a good person.
"Someone wants to summon the old god in Ise?"
Qiao Qiao felt that things were going big.
Chapter completed!