【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

Night, Yokohama, by the canal.The bell rang suddenly.

"Hey?"

Between the fingers of the black glove, Wiston's flame flickered in and out of the darkness.

The water surface of the canal was pitch black, and the cold wind mixed with the fishy smell of water vapor hit.After getting rid of the hustle and bustle of the urban area, there is only the silence and freedom that belong to the night.A few muffled thunders sounded in the sky, thick and depressing-the weather forecast said that there will be thunderstorms in Yokohama in the near future.

He listened quietly to the phone.

"I understand."

He answered in a low voice, and there was a busy voice of being hung up on the other side. He put his mobile phone on Harley's cushion beside him and let out a puff of smoke.

It's going to rain.

The smoke dissipated, and he squinted at the bustling street scene in the distance, with one hand in his pocket, and the flame of the cigarette butt on the other hand was slowly dimming.He looked down at his watch.

Nine p.m.

Click.

The night in Yokohama is very lively, not inferior in any way, but it is not completely the same as Tokyo. When the lights first come on, it seems that even the air begins to stir. People of all kinds walk on the street, taking off their serious skin during the day, indulgent Ego, all kinds of desires are entangled together, exuding the taste of obscenity.

Where people gather, evil breeds.

"Miss Qiudai!"

Click, click, shutter sound one after another.

"Yes... yes!" Qiu Daimei raised her hand high, and squeezed out from a group of reporters in a panic. Her eyes were swollen by the spotlight, but she still tried her best. Get into the yellow cordon and rush to the boss.

"I'm very sorry I'm late, Police Officer Nan!" She straightened her crooked glasses and bowed deeply to the other party, "I'm Qiu Daimei, who was newly transferred to the criminal department, please give me your advice."

With a messy ponytail, a thin figure, and thick glasses like beer bottle caps, Nan Kimura looked at the picture of this little girl who had just graduated from the police academy. I can't understand why the higher-ups send a sleazy newcomer over at this critical juncture.

"Forgive me, Ms. Akiyo." Nan Kimura straightened his body, making his originally strong body look taller, "I heard that you were assigned to the local police station for a period of time after graduating from the police academy. The patrol department is on duty, have you never been in contact with a similar case before?"

"...Yes." Qiu Daimei didn't raise her head.

"And did you know that what you're about to face could be the worst criminal case in decades!?"

"......Yes Yes."

"We don't have time to take care of the newcomers. If you can't stand it, you can report it to your superiors. If you want to stay, do it for me!"

"Yes! I will try my best!"

Although the voice is not loud enough, but the overall momentum is good, Nan Kimura sighed.However, this silly enthusiasm of the newcomer will always be wiped out by various complicated and complicated cases one day. I just hope that she will not cause him trouble during this time-he is already troublesome enough now.

"Come in." Nan Mucun tilted his head, Zhao Qiu's agent Mei gestured to the abandoned complex building behind him, the sound of shutters from the reporters in the distance and all kinds of tricky questions made the police officers beside the cordon feel a little overwhelmed. Can blindly repeat words such as don't push and don't go beyond the warning line, there is no power to parry in front of the camera.

"Can't these damned flies calm down? Don't they know how much panic they can cause with a few embellished words in the newspaper!?" Nan Mucun walked in front and said bitterly, Qiu Daimei didn't dare to answer, He could only obediently follow behind him.

It happened to be a reporter with a loudspeaker. Seeing that the police officers guarding the cordon could not extract any information, they shouted loudly towards Nanmu Village who was walking towards the building, as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Officer Nan, are you the person in charge of this case?Fifth up.This is the fifth incident of the month. Doesn't the police have anything to explain for themselves?

"Damn it!" Nan Mucun punched the wall, shaking off a layer of wall dust.

This building was originally planned to be a private apartment, but for some reason, it was not planned to continue after half of the construction. It has been gradually abandoned for many years, and because of its remote location, it has become a secret place for various trysts. .

Of course, discarding corpses is also the first choice.

At about eight o'clock tonight, a couple found a naked female body here.The throat was slit and both legs were amputated. Other than that, there was no trace of beating on the body. The deceased was named Chihiro Asakawa, 22 years old. She was a waitress at a nearby restaurant. Eleven hours later, she was found here. Her handbag and clothes were found in the grass near the building. The credit card in the wallet was still there, but all the cash had been taken away.

If this was just an ordinary robbery and homicide case, the police would not have to be so embarrassed.However, various characteristics show that the victim this time has many similarities with the victim of a serial murder case, and the police have sufficient reasons to believe that the murderer has committed another crime.

And Nanmu Village is the main person in charge of the serial murder case.

It wasn't until he couldn't hear any more questions from outside that Nanmu Village adjusted his breathing, regained his energy, and walked forward with a solemn expression.Through a dark open space, following the light coming from ahead, that's where the body was found.

The investigation work on the scene was also carried out very intensely, with figures of various staff intertwined.Because there are no wires available here, everyone has to work under high-brightness searchlights and pay more attention to avoid missing any clues.So everyone had the same solemn expression on their faces.

An autopsy officer in a white coat handed over a report to Minami Kimura:

"It was preliminarily determined that he died of suffocation. The trachea was cut and blood poured into the lungs. Whether he had taken drugs or suffered rape will be sent back for further examination."

Nan Mucun flipped through the report: "Are there any other sisters in your family?"

The autopsy staff were puzzled, but they still answered honestly: "No."

"I'm asking about her." Nan Kimura rolled his eyes, and pointed to Qiu Daimei next to him with the report.

"Eh? Yes, yes, I, I am the only child." Qiu Daimei adjusted her glasses nervously.

"That's good, it reduces the risk of the police's family members being killed." Nanmu Village nodded in satisfaction, handed the documents back to the autopsy personnel, and then patted Qiu Daimei on the shoulder perfunctorily, "I encountered this case when I was handling a case for the first time. , Worry to your heart's content, newcomer."

The "case" mentioned by Nan Kimura is called the Yokohama TTOL dismemberment case by the outside world.

It is basically certain that the crime was committed by a serial killer. The cause of death was suffocation by cutting the throat. The victim was a black-haired woman aged 18 to 25. The corpses all have a common feature, which is also the origin of the name of the case.

"This should not be the scene of the first crime, look here..."

"What?!" Qiu Daimei, who was studying evidence collection with the investigators, was taken aback by Nanmucun's loud voice. Looking back, she found that Nanmucun was blushing and had a thick neck, discussing something fiercely with the person on the phone. , "No, please give me a little more time, I will find the clues as soon as possible, there is no need to dispatch them now... Hello? Director? Hello! Damn! That old fox Mori Ogai must have said something again!"

After hanging up the phone, Nan Mucun turned around and found that everyone was staring at him, and immediately became angry: "What are you doing in a daze? Didn't you hear just now, 'Black Sheep' is coming!"

As soon as they heard the word "black sheep", the entire staff at the scene shuddered and quickly began to pack their things, as if some evil spirit from hell was about to come.

"This, this is..." Qiu Daimei looked around, completely confused.

"Miss Qiu Dai also hurry up, 'Black Sheep' is not easy to mess with." A policeman carrying a box whispered in Qiu Daimei's ear.

"So this 'black sheep' is—" But before she finished asking, the other party left in a hurry, leaving her alone without knowing what to do.But Qiu Daimei didn't intend to leave, it was too strange to leave before she had fully figured out the matter.

"The black sheep, Ms. Akiyo, 'black sheep' refers to the black sheep." Nan Mucun said coldly behind her, Qiu Daimei turned around in surprise, Nan Mucun looked at the escape in front of him with arms folded, It seems that it has long been familiar.

Blacksheep.

"They are a disgrace to the police, but they don't belong to any police department. They only obey a man named Mori Ogai. I don't know the identity of this man, but he has contacts with various high-level officials. He is a wily fox. , Whenever you encounter a particularly difficult big case like this... In fact, it just takes time!! But the high-level figures are under the pressure of public opinion and bear the increased risk of victims, so they dare not waste even a penny Seconds, so I made a deal with Mori Ogai and asked to dispatch the black sheep. What was the price? Hmph, how do we small characters know. Turn a blind eye when smuggling goods? After the gangster vendetta The end? What about the victims of these transactions, don’t they need high-level protection because they don’t receive media attention?” Nan Kimura said that his face was twisted into a ball at the end.

This world is never as glamorous as it looks on the outside, there are too many dead corners that can be eroded by darkness, what Nan Kimura is angry about is his own powerlessness.

Qiu Daimei only felt a tightness in her throat, and suddenly she could understand the mood of the grumpy police officer in front of her.

Just as she was about to say something to comfort the frustrated boss, Nan Mucun pushed her away. At the same time, there was a sound of an engine resounding through the sky outside the building, like a roaring lion, startling waves after waves. Waves scream.

Nan Mucun almost roared and rushed outside: "Damn it! Damn it!"

The intersection that was originally surrounded by reporters suddenly became chaotic. The reporters rushed to the side holding their equipment high, screaming one after another, and at the same time, the sound of the engine was getting closer.

"Damn! You actually let Zhongyuan Zhongya run wildly in the city at that speed!?''

Before the words were finished, a pure black Harley Street? 750 galloped out of the road that the crowd was desperately trying to get out of the way, tearing the cordon, and the sound was deafening.Nan Kimura and Qiu Daimei raised their hands to block the direct light at the same time.

The Harley that passed by them flicked its tail beautifully, the tires sizzled on the ground and drew a black arc, and stopped firmly next to the police car.

"Mad dog." Nan Kimura gritted his teeth.

"What an ugly face, Nan." Under the red and blue interlaced police lights, the other party took off his helmet, rubbed his messy hair, and his ice blue pupils were full of provocation.

"He's the black sheep?" Qiu Daimei stared blankly at the young man in front of him who took out his hat from his coat and put it on. He looked definitely not more than 25 years old, with straight and deep features, and he looked a bit of a mixed race .

"He's not a black sheep." Nan Kimura stared at the young man vigilantly and frowned, "Black sheep is just our general term in a broad sense, and the one who is really called a 'black sheep' is another person. As for Chuya Zhongya, we Used to call him 'Mad Dog'."

After speaking, he gestured with his hand on his neck.Qiu Daimei looked over and found that Nakahara Chuya was wearing a neck ornament similar to a collar.

Does it have something to do with that...

In any case, Nakahara Chuzai is a legend in the police circle. He was born in a mafia family, but he was admitted to the police academy with excellent grades after high school, and barely passed the exam with all the subjects except fighting skills. After finishing his career, he miraculously went to work more than 20 times a week for violent law enforcement and was dismissed, until now he works for Mori Ogai.

Although he is not a real black sheep, he is indeed worthy of the title of black sheep in the police world. No wonder everyone escaped so hard just now.

"Central Plains, according to regulations, drag racing in urban areas is prohibited." Nanmu Village looked slightly sullen.

"Huh? It doesn't matter what it is, shouldn't you thank me for helping you drive away those lingering guys?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows, holding his coat in one hand, and waved, "Look at the corpse at night It's already very annoying, so it's better not to talk about mother-in-law and mother." After speaking, he walked around Nanmu Village and walked into the building.

Nan Mucun choked his breath in his throat, trembling with anger.

"You follow." He took a deep breath, "I'm going out to get some fresh air."

Qiu Daimei watched Nakahara Chuya's hat brim drifting in front of her eyes, and then looked around, making sure that Nan Kimura pointed at herself after talking to her: "Me?"

"Is there a second person here!? Hurry up and follow!" Nanmu Village almost suspected that the newcomer's head was kicked by a donkey.

"Yes, yes!" Qiu Daimei saluted, and hurriedly followed in.

Life is really full of hardships, and there are always things that stop him from solving the case. Nan Mucun touched his pocket and found that there was no cigarette. He complained, walked out of the building, and found that the reporters outside began to gather sparsely again, so he had to Changed lanes.

Walking to a nearby convenience store, Nan Kimura was looking down for change to buy cigarettes, when someone bumped him from behind, the coins in his hand scattered all over the floor, and something rolled out of the other party's pocket.

"Sorry." The man who hit him muttered in a low voice, he quickly picked up the white object on the ground, and then left without looking back.

Leaving Nanmu Village alone cursing and bowing his head to pick up the money, what a dark day today, what bad luck happened one after another.

Qiu Daimei is very nervous.

She was so nervous that she seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat in this empty room, and the source of the tension came from the young man squatting in front of the corpse.

"The body was found around eight o'clock today?" The other party said suddenly.

"Yes Yes."

Zhong Yuan also crouched on one knee next to the corpse, and looked up and down the mutilated corpse. He had heard about the case beforehand, but no matter whether it was the exaggeration of the outside media or the distress of the internal police, he really couldn't mention him. interest.

It's just someone who likes to make pranks on corpses, that's what he thought at the time.

But this time, he saw something different from usual.

Asakawa Chihiro's body was naked, her black hair was loose, and her eyes were wide open, as if she was unwilling to die before her death.

There are a small amount of blue-purple corpse spots on the back of the neck. It can be speculated that the time of her death was not last night but this afternoon.Although the wound on the neck was a little messy, judging from Zhongye Zhongye's habit of using a knife for many years, the trachea was cut open with one knife.

He leaned forward slightly, and gently opened the wound on his neck with his gloved hands.

It takes a certain amount of strength to make this wound with a knife. The murderer attacked from behind, cutting the victim's trachea and blood vessels at the same time.After the victim has stopped showing signs of life, the murderer will take off the victim's clothes, cross their hands on their chests, make a peaceful appearance, and then take out their own other weapons besides cutting their throats. The murder weapon began the main event.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up and took a few steps back, tearing off the blood-stained gloves. This corpse is, no, this corpse is the same as the previous four, and they all have no legs.

Starting at the thigh and going down, the remainder disappears.It can only be said that it was taken away by the murderer.

Yokohama TTOL dismemberment case.

THETHIE FOFLEGS.

Leg thief.

The restaurant's doorbell rang with a crisp "jingle".

The proprietress stopped wiping the table, and raised her head: "Welcome...it's you again!"

The man standing at the door came in dully and found a seat dully. He was dressed sloppily and had a huge frame. The way he huddled in the seat looked weird in every way. A bowl of seafood udon, he said.

The proprietress rushed in front of him, tried her best to restrain her loud voice, and looked very rude: "Now that Asakawa is gone, no one will see your pity and pay you. I won't give you credit!"

The man raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, there were some strange things inside, which made the proprietress hairy. After a long while, he took out a stack of crumpled paper money from his dirty jacket pocket and pushed it in front of the proprietress, and licked it. Lower lip: "I have money."

The proprietress stared blankly at the wad of money in front of her, wondering when this jobless rascal would get rich, but since he could afford the food, there was no reason not to entertain him, so she took the rag and went to the kitchen in resentment .

The man sat quietly on the seat, rubbing a white object with his hand, and the round arc could be seen under the warm yellow light. Maybe because it was close to closing time, there were not many customers, only a few sporadic ones. distributed in the store.

"Strange, hello, lady boss, why didn't you see Asakawa today?" One of the young people sitting diagonally across from him drinking wine shouted towards the kitchen. He looked drunk and his face was flushed.

The proprietress came out of the kitchen, holding a large bowl of udon in her hand, and said coldly, "Asakawa will never come again."

"why?"

"It's dead. Didn't you see a few police cars in front of the broken building not far away? I came here to ask questions just now. It seems to be a serial murderer."

The drunk young man stopped talking, his face turned slightly pale, as if he didn't expect this ending, that sunny, kind, always smiling waiter would be brutally murdered by gangsters.

"Yokohama is not peaceful these days, you have to be careful about people and things." The proprietress walked up to the silent man as she spoke, and put the bowl heavily on the table, "Your face! Pay now money!"

The man took a few paper tickets from the table and handed them over.

"You are too cruel to him!"

The proprietress took the money and groaned: "You don't know how much he owes me for the meal! If it wasn't for Asakawa who used his salary to pay for him every time, I would have called the police a long time ago!"

The man ignored their conversation, put the things in his hand on the side of the bowl, and picked up the chopsticks.The proprietress couldn't figure out what that white thing was, but she wasn't very interested either. She just thought it was a small columnar object with rounded ends.

She snorted in her heart, and turned to get ready for closing.

TBC