An infinite journey starting from paradise

Then, in order to resurrect his sister, he began to seek revenge on those members who had left the sect. That's roughly what happened. But..."

"but…?"

"No, it's nothing."

Lin Shangren said as he opened his task panel.

[Goal 2: "I'm just a detective passing by" completed (1/5)]

[Task Reward: Number of draws × 1]

"It's a case solved."

Lin Shangren rubbed his neck vigorously, which could promote blood circulation and make his thinking clearer and calmer.

[Hey hey hey~ Do you want to just start drawing? Or...do a five-draw, ten-draw combo? (?ò ? ó?)]

"Save the money, just go for it."

Lin Shangren said in his heart,

"By the way, can you get me something useful? It would be best if it's equipment or abilities that can target demons or other mysterious things."

[Hey, didn’t we just get a bunch of magic today? ]

"I wouldn't dare use something of unknown origin," Lin Shangren replied. "Who knows if there are any hidden dangers inside. I prefer using things provided by my lovely System Lady, so I can be assured."

【Hehe. (? ???ω??? ?)】

"Let's start smoking."

[Okay~^ω^]

[Ding~ Extraction completed.]

[Congratulations on obtaining the skill: Physical Transcendence Blessing]

[Skill Card: Physical Transcendence Blessing]

[Ability Description: The blessing method created by the Western Fire Buddha can integrate the supreme Buddhist teachings into weapons, allowing the blessed weapons to gain the power to slay demons and monsters.

As the saying goes: The trigger of the strike rifle unleashes endless calamity, the barrel of the Gatling gun is engraved with the six-word mantra, the muzzle of the RPG bursts with glazed flames, and physical salvation sends you to heaven.

[Note: "Amitabha, fire!!!"]

"Wow! This is great! Next time I meet that female demon, I can draw my gun without 'drawing it'."

Chapter 85: Copycat?

Half an hour later, in the morgue of Gaocheng Hospital.

"Are these the remains of the victims?"

Miss Natsume looked at the remains of the body that had been stitched together by three people with great interest.

"The stitching is really ugly."

"Where are the other body parts?" Miss Natsume continued to ask.

"They will be shipped here later." Lin Shangren replied, "Nishizono Yui's torso and legs were placed in the refrigerator by Kusaka Tatsuhiko, but they have begun to rot.

The refrigerator in Tatsuhiko Kusaka's house was an old-fashioned ice-box, not an electric one. He couldn't get ice from a local ice shop, so the body parts stayed in the freezer, oozing pus from the decay. Yuzumi nearly vomited when he opened the freezer.

"It seems he thought about preserving his sister's body."

Lin Shangren shook his head in disdain: "Oh, if he really wanted to protect Xiyuan Wei's body, he wouldn't have dismembered her."

"It's impossible to understand the thought process of a madman. But at least the case is solved." Yu Zhu Jia San on the side echoed.

"What I'm saying is, Uozumi-san, you're not going to interrogate the suspect, but are you really a man if you hang around here with us?"

"Given that guy's condition, we probably won't be able to interrogate him anytime soon," Yuzumi said. "His injuries have been treated, but his mind is still frantic. Judging by his appearance, he'll probably be sent to the Kuchiki Institute of Pathology. Damn, that bastard got away with it."

"Xiu Mu Pathology Institute? An ordinary hospital, or...?" Lin Shangren asked.

"Brother Lin, just compare it to St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital in the United States. It's not a good place. Normal people go in and become crazy, crazy people go in and become idiots, and criminals who go in are likely to contribute to the medical field."

As she spoke, Miss Natsume skillfully used a scalpel to cut the sutures on the bodies, separating the three girls who were forcibly sewn together.

"We'll sew them back together with their original bodies, and then return them to their families for burial on a chosen day." Miss Natsume said, "Looks like we'll be busy tonight...

What is this mark…? Haha, that lunatic is really capable of hanging himself. Judging from his condition, it must have been more than once.

Miss Natsume put down the scalpel in disgust.

"It's not just this one," Hayashi said. "Nishizono Yui's torso also showed signs of posthumous sexual assault. Koizumi Hotaru was also assaulted. That guy keeps saying he loves his sister, but he's actually a pervert."

Yuzumi Kazo added, "And those girls, if they hadn't been involved in that thing called leaving the religion, there wouldn't have been so much trouble. I really don't know what kids are thinking these days. The school rules are just a little stricter, why is it so serious?"

They won't be forced to go to the battlefield, they won't have to bow to the emperor's statue every day, and they won't have to hide from the US bombing...

Come to think of it, Natsume, you also graduated from that girls' school, right? Did something like this happen to you when you were in high school?"

"It's been almost twenty years, how could I remember? But... they weren't that strict back then, right? It seems the school rules only became strict during the years when Hiroko was in school. Because of the wartime martial law. I think that's how it is."

"It's martial law during wartime."

Yuzumi Jiasan didn't know much about this, after all, he was still receiving socialist education in a prisoner school in Yan'an at that time.

"Hmm? Did the school rules of Yingyu Girls' Academy also become so strict around eleven years ago?" Lin Shangren asked, "Ms. Natsume, do you still remember the situation eleven years ago?"

"Those were not times worth reminiscing about. I was forced to be a volunteer doctor, and I also had to take care of Xiao Qiqi. Xiao Qiuwu was in China, and his life or death was uncertain. Xiao Kuanzi lived in the school, so I didn't have to worry about him.

Every day there were air raids and explosions, and every day there were many dead bodies. Some people took advantage of the chaos to loot houses, and some people were so hungry that they had to eat their own children. These are the things I can remember.

Natsume picked up a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from the side of the dissection table and placed one between her lips. The cigarette had no filter. After lighting it, Natsume took a deep drag and twirled the cardboard box around in her hands.

"Bad times... oh, where are the good times? They're all just as messed up."

Having said that, she fell silent.

After a long pause, Miss Natsume said, "How about we go eat something to celebrate solving the case? Bring Hiroko and Murasaki along. Maybe some offal soup or sukiyaki?"

"Haha... forget it. I still have to go check on Tatsuhiko Kusaka. I also have other cases on hand." Yuzumi Kazuzo walked away.

"What about Mr. Lin? Do you want to stay tonight?" Miss Natsume asked.

"Leave?"

"Aren't you also a forensic doctor? I can't clean up so many bodies by myself. Brother Lin, can you help me? I can pay you~"

"I have something to do today, I'll definitely come next time." Lin Shangren said.

"Oh, living people are really unreliable."

Miss Natsume held her chin, pressed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and crushed it hard.

……

What are you going to do next? Blow up Sugamo Prison? Or go home and be with your new lover?

"Using bombs won't kill all the damn scum."

Lin Shangren wiped Saishier's long sword and the short sword Feng Ling Yueying.

So?

"I have to first chop them up from moral scum to physical scum. Then use a large amount of explosives to blow them up everywhere, sticking them to the wall so that I can't even remove them with a sticker. Hmm... isn't that creative enough?"

[Isn't this... too... cruel? I don't pity them, but... my Lord, this killing method is too perverted and not good for your mental health.]

"Don't worry, my heart is like a boiler that has been burning in Auschwitz for five years. There is no Poland, no hesitation."

【Um...as long as you are happy.】

After making his preparations, Lin Shangren drove to Ikebukuro. Passing several US military bases in Japan, he also picked up a bit of high explosives and two 88.9mm bazookas. It's easy to imagine that Ikebukuro would be bustling with activity tonight.

On the other side, Inokashira Park.

It was still early in the night, but because of the bodies found here in the past few days, there were few visitors in the park.

Toru Mizuhara, wearing a white school uniform, leaned against the fence by the lake, staring at the moonlight reflected on the lake, lost in thought.

"Today, Dongzi didn't come..."

Mizuhara Toruko thought so.

The lake was covered with mist, the hazy moon was hidden in the mist, and the lake seemed boundless.

Touko once thought about measuring the width of the lake with her feet, in the deep winter, when the lake was frozen, with Fuyuko. She really wanted to "invite" Fuyuko Kuchiki to walk with her on the frozen lake.

Instead of "invite", "entice" would be more appropriate.

"Walking on the frozen lake with Dongzi, our reflections were reflected in the ice. The ice beneath our feet cracked, and we sank into the lake water beneath the ice. Then... we merged into one and walked out of the ice..."

Thinking of this, Toru Mizuhara pressed her forehead with the fingers of her left hand and stared at the moon in the lake. She shook her head vigorously to get rid of this dangerous delusion.

"I shouldn't think like that... But, we are all 'Touko', we are supposed to be one."

"Yes, that's exactly what happened."

"Right."

Mizuhara Toruko seemed to be talking to herself.

"I want to be with Dongzi... I want to be with her..."

"What should I do? What should I do?"

……

After blowing up the Sugamo Prison, Hayashi Naoto prepared to go home, but Takigawa Yumi was still waiting for him at home.

When passing Shakujii Park in Nerima, Hayashi Shangren suddenly stopped the car. His headlights caught a person, a woman sitting there.

She was naked, sitting cross-legged, draped only in a black cloth, her snow-white back completely exposed to Lin Shangren. Even as her back was turned to Lin Shangren, she stared at him with her "empty" eyes—she was dead, her head twisted 180 degrees, her eyes gouged out, tears and blood streaming from her hollow eye sockets.

"this…"

Lin Shangren stopped the car.

"One wave will subside, another wave will rise."

Lin Shangren put on gloves and prepared to examine the body. He took a few steps closer and saw blood still oozing from the body's lower body. Her right leg had been chopped off, and her stomach had been cut open.

"Could it be..."

Lin Shangren opened the incision on the woman's lower abdomen. Her uterus had been removed and replaced by a black eggshell.

"Is this a copycat? This incision, and the traces of a thigh cross-section. How... why is this so similar to the female corpse that was first salvaged?"

Chapter 86: I can imagine anything to get happy beans

"Judging from the amount of blood at the scene, this is clearly not the original scene. The body's neck was broken, and the head was twisted backward. The abdomen was cut open, and the uterus was missing. A black egg was found in the missing uterus. The vulva was turned outside, suggesting sexual assault.

The victim's right leg was chopped off, and the wound showed no signs of life, indicating postmortem dismemberment. The wound's cross-section was relatively flat, with no signs of bone fracture. It appears to have been cut with a wire saw.

Lin Shangren squatted beside the corpse and made a judgment.

"The body hadn't shown signs of rigor mortis and was still warm. Death hadn't occurred more than three hours earlier. Killing, twisting the neck, removing the uterus, chopping off the right leg, and then disposing of the body...it only took three hours?

The fastest car in the world, the Bentley Continental R-Type, has a top speed of only 160 kilometers per hour. Considering traffic control, avoiding exposure, and other factors, the murderer's speed could not have exceeded 60. Even if the murderer was as fast as possible, it would have taken at least an hour to dispose of the body. Setting up the scene also takes time..."

Lin Shangren constructed a map of Tokyo's Nerima district and its vicinity in his mind, and roughly circled the scope of the possible first scene.

"The thing is, this case clearly wasn't committed by Kusaka Tatsuhiko. A copycat? The police probably haven't disclosed the details of the previous cases to the media, have they? And this intact eggshell... Hmm? What is this?"

Lin Shangren noticed something sticking out from the corner of the corpse's mouth. He gently pried open the corpse's mouth and used tweezers to pick out a wet piece of paper from it.

The note looked like it was torn from a notebook. The ink was wet with the blood and saliva of the corpse, but the words were still clearly visible.

"It's time to write poetry about the new punishment. This will be the subject of the twentieth poem in the first volume. I'm mentally prepared, looking down into the valley where tears of pain flow... Their jaws and chests are twisted into strange shapes. With their faces turned backwards, they can't look forward and can only retreat."

This is a verse recorded in "The Divine Comedy: Inferno", which describes the scene Dante saw in the eighth circle of hell, where sinners were punished and tortured for divination and using witchcraft.

"Sure enough, it's 'The Divine Comedy' again. Shouldn't I say 'The Egg of Nenith'?"

Thinking about it, Lin Shangren stood up.

"Looks like there's no going back to the usual tonight. Is there a police station nearby? Call the police first."

……

On the other side, Yingyu Girls' College.

Since this girls' school is not a boarding school, there will not be many people in the night school.

Under the dim moonlight, a thin figure walked into the back of the school church, tapping the church wall with his slender fingers.