Rebirth of Japanese high school students

"Yes, very, very scary. Although I don't know what that is, I know that if I stay, I will definitely be killed." The ghost woman in white dress recalled something and said with lingering fear.

Listening to her description, Li Xuehao could almost imagine her fear at that time, and was even more curious about what it was, which made her run away without even daring to look at it.

Unfortunately, a week has passed, and no useful clues are left here, and the company leader’s wife Liangta’s spiritual body seems to have never existed.

This makes it a little trouble.

"Ah" Just as I was thinking, a scream suddenly came from a distance, which was a unique voice for women.

Yamamoto Shigeki looked solemn, without thinking, he ran over there.

Li Xuehao didn't care about anything else and followed closely.

The ghost woman in white dress might have become interested in what was happening there, rose to mid-air, and quickly floated towards the other side.

When Li Xuehao and Yamamoto Shigeki arrived, they saw an empty place in the woods, with several people gathering together, and there was a person lying on the ground in the middle, motionless.

When I looked closer, I found that the person lying on the ground had a deep hole in his neck, almost one-third of which was cracked, and the red blood kept coming out like a fountain.

It was a middle-aged man with a little Rendanhu. His pupils were already dissipated in his wide eyes, and he was already dead with a horror expression.

There were about seven or eight people surrounding him, probably the closest to him, and rushed over when he heard the screams.

There were only two women at the scene, one was Mrs. Endo full of mature and charming appearance, and the other was a pale and trembling woman in her thirties. The scream just now was probably what she called it.

"Miss Hashimoto, what happened? Who killed Mr. Matsumoto?" After a brief examination of the situation of the man on the ground, several people at the scene looked at the pale-faced woman in her thirties.

"I, I, I don't know..." Miss Hashimoto said intermittently, perhaps still in the horror and disbelief of the man being killed.

"I don't know? You are Mr. Songyuan's assistant. You have been following him just now. You don't know?" One of the men asked with a suspicious look on his face.

"I, I, I..." Miss Hashimoto was at a loss when questioned. When she was anxious, she couldn't speak.

"Mr. Iwasaki, let Miss Hashimoto talk slowly." Mrs. Endo, who was the same woman, spoke to Miss Hashimoto.

The man who questioned him heard that she said, it was hard to ask again.

Miss Matsumoto calmed down a little: "I left just now..." When she said this, she didn't know what she remembered, and her face was a little flushed, "When I come back, Mr. Matsumoto will, just..." The latter part was something that she couldn't bear to say, and she couldn't continue as she said it.

No one on the scene asked her where she went. She could guess at her expression. When the drinks were served just now, the owner provided unlimited supply of wine.

"Miss Hashimoto, can you tell us how long have you left?" Yamamoto Shigeki walked forward and carefully observed the surroundings of the dead man.

"It takes about 4 to 5 minutes." Miss Hashimoto said.

"If you say so, the murderer shouldn't have gone far." Yamamoto Shigeki looked around again, but because so many people had already arrived at the scene, the footprints were basically destroyed, and it was night again, making clues even harder to find.

"Notify everyone else to come." Mrs. Endo looked at the man on the ground and frowned.

Although the people who come here are all competitive, they all know each other while competing, so it is not difficult to contact and notify others.

After the notice, everyone looked at the man on the ground silently, especially the fatal wound on his neck. This wound was exactly the same as the wound of his eldest wife Liangta who was killed a week ago. The information they received before included descriptions and photos, so the murderer was likely the same person, which formed a tacit understanding in everyone's heart.

Li Xuehao also watched quietly in the crowd, feeling angry and self-blame. If he hadn't said that he had seen a black shadow, perhaps the man would not have died.

What was angry was that someone or something dared to kill someone in front of him, even though he was not really killed in front of him, he didn't know who the murderer was.

A dead man no longer has his soul. In this case, there is only one reason, that is, while he dies, his soul will disappear, otherwise he can sense it from a distance the moment the soul leaves the body.

Moreover, there was no blood on the people around him, which meant that they were not the ones they killed.

So who is the murderer? With his spiritual sense in the foundation-building stage, he was enough to cover the entire forest, but there was no abnormal discovery.

This is the first time he has encountered such a powerless situation.

The people who were notified came one after another. As detectives and former policemen, no one rushed forward, knowing that such a thing would destroy the evidence of the scene.

After seeing it one by one, he quietly retreated to a faraway place. No one was a fool, and the wound on his neck naturally easily reminded people of his eldest wife, Liangta, who was killed before.

The same murderer?

"Who else hasn't come?" Mrs. Endo asked loudly.

"The bear and Tezuka have not arrived yet." After counting the number of people, everyone soon found two conspicuous figures who did not come. After all, one was a giant man over two meters tall, and the other was as thin as a monkey, with a very prominent figure and was easily recognized, but no one saw them at the scene.

"I have notified them." A man also shouted loudly at the scene.

"Maybe it's far away, everyone should wait patiently." Yamamoto Shigeki coughed lightly. He knew very well why the bear and Tezuka were late. One was because they lost something and found it. The other was because they were scared by the ghost. Maybe they were hiding somewhere now.

"I hope they didn't run away." Someone suddenly said this at the scene, meaningful.

Everyone's eyes were fixed when they heard it. The meaning of this sentence was very obvious. If you hadn't done something bad, how could you escape? Unless you were killed and you were afraid of being discovered, you would run away.

"We don't need to guess such meaningless things." Yamamoto Shigehiro said, knowing whether the bear and Tezuka were the murderers. After all, they had been following the two of them just now and knew what they had done, "By the way, have you notified the police?"

Everyone was stunned. In a sense, the police were their "enemy" and they had just subconsciously ignored it.

"I'll do it." Looking at everyone's expressions, Shigeki Yamamoto knew that no one did that at all. He shook his head, took out his cell phone, and prepared to call the policeman he knew. This place should be under his jurisdiction.

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