Fu Yuangang is known as Tokyo's No. 1 master of solving crimes, and the major and important cases he has solved over the years can be compiled into a textbook, like Sherlock Holmes.

There's no case I can't solve!

This is Fu Yuangang's motto, of course, provided that he is given enough time.

Under the attention of thousands of people, the news that the handsome brother's brother was cut off by a powerful ghost reached Tokyo, and Fu Yuangang's first reaction was to sneer and remain silent.

Masters, they always smile and smile incomprehensibly, but they don't speak, which makes people guess.

He was very disgusted with the approach in Tokyo, just because the murderer was well hidden, and he could really become a ghost by using the right time and place to pretend to be a ghost, and he also sent an expert who studied the supernatural over there.

Out of respect for his work, Fuyuan Gang specially called to remind the director that for the time being, don't care who cut off Toshio Yanagimura's tongue, and go to protect Tengxiu to return to the field first.

According to Fu Yuangang's judgment, it is likely that the ghost incident was due to the fact that the Chinese people were dissatisfied with Yanagimura Toshio's provocation and sent a top master to teach him a lesson.

The origin of the cut strip incident was caused by Tengxiu's return to the field, according to the Chinese people's advocacy of the creed that those who offend our Chinese will be punished even if they are far away, he is the one who should be killed.

Toshio Yanagimura is a big mouth, and cutting out his tongue is a lesson, so that he can reflect on the benefits of nonsense in pain for the rest of his life, oh, wrong, it's harmful.

But Teng Xiu Guitian wrote a book that affected thousands of people, so if the Huaxia people want to mess with him, they will only kill him, and there will be no other way to punish him.

The director still admired Fukuyuan Gang very much, and immediately called the Hokkaido side, asking the separation to immediately provide the most perfect protection for Tengxiu to return to the field, but pay attention to the way, to hide in the dark, only in this way will the murderer not be frightened.

The Hokkaido police must have attached great importance to the director's solemn instructions, and immediately dispatched more than a dozen special police officers led by Shigeru Oshima to lurk in the dark around Fujihide's house at night, staring wide-eyed to pay close attention to the surrounding movements.

In order to ensure the safety of Fuji Xiu, in the small garden in front of his villa, there are also six special police officers hidden quietly to feed the mosquitoes-

With so many people, they have laid a net of heaven and earth, even if there are really powerful ghosts coming, they can only be caught.

Shigeru Oshima, who was in charge of the operation, sat in a car on the street, and he was responsible for monitoring all the surveillance heads within a radius of 100 meters.

Every half hour, he would receive reports from his subordinates hidden in various corners, especially the secret sentinel in the courtyard who was concerned about Tengxiu's return to the field.

Normal.

Normal.

Still normal.

Before midnight, everything was reported normally, but instead of relaxing Oshima's spirit, he became more nervous.

In the folklore of the island nation, the appearance of evil spirits is always at midnight.

Sure enough, the situation changed, and the secret whistle lurking in Fujihide's house said that he observed with a night vision telescope that Mrs. Fujihide hurried into the bedroom.

This is not surprising, many women wake up in the middle of the night, they will suddenly have a strong sexual interest, looking for their husbands to have a hey - just like deliberately verifying Oshima Shigeru's idea, the men in the yard quickly asked for instructions, saying that they heard the sound of flesh and skin impact, may I ask the leader what to do?

Grass, it's stupid to ask what to do about this little thing, do you want me to send you to disturb the harmonious sex life of the two of them?

The subordinates who were reprimanded were very embarrassed.

Half an hour later, the subordinate reported that Mrs. Fujihide had returned to her bedroom and that something seemed wrong with her walking.

Numb the next door, this bastard is simply hopeless, if you are a woman, walking after half an hour of being banged by a man, it will also be uncomfortable, so many years of motherland culture, in vain edify you a fool.

The fool didn't dare to say anything more, so he continued to lurk and feed the mosquitoes - until dawn, and then in a low curse, he went home to catch up on sleep.

Shigeru Oshima was sleeping when he was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

The bad news came, Tengxiu returned to the field and died, and he hanged himself.

Hang yourself, hang yourself, but there is a line written on his chest, saying that he is a sinner.

The person who reported the case was Mrs. Fujihide's maiden sister-in-law, who made an appointment to see the sea today, but she didn't expect to see a dead body, which was really unlucky.

After getting the news, Shigeru Oshima shivered and hurried to Fujihide's house.

When he ran over, the coroner of the local police station had already 'confirmed' the time of Tengxiu's death, which was around 11:43 p.m. last night.

No way!

Shigeru Oshima's first reaction was these three words, just because the coroner confirmed the time an hour before Mrs. Fujihide was heyed.

Do dead people have a fight with a woman?

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But then, Shigeru Oshima had nothing to say, the dead man was clean, including his thing, there was no residue of acidity, but on the floor in the corner, he found this thing from the big stall.

This thing was very easy to test, and it didn't take long to determine that it was the product of Mrs. Fujihide.

This shows that she did have a sour time with the man last night, which lasted for half an hour.

Immediately find Mrs. Fujihide to ask, who did you have a sour relationship with last night?

Mrs. Fujihide stood in front of the corpse and was silent for a long time before replying, "Ghost, a powerful ghost who can speak Chinese, before she was sour, she saw her husband hang himself, and she wanted to escape, but the ghost used its terrible eyes to hook her soul, and made her obediently walk over and kneel on the ground.

As for how she got back to her room after the incident, she can't remember.

Is there really a ghost?

Everyone at the scene shuddered, and Shigeru Oshima asked Mrs. Fujihide, what else did the ghost say to you?

Mrs. Fujihide shook her head and replied that she hadn't said anything.

Of course, the ghost said it, but she didn't dare to say it, the ghost had told her.

At the scene, there were only traces of Fujihide's husband and wife, and there was no third person, including the one who was slamming her, a terrible ghost, in the stains on the ground that should have mixed some of its things, but I couldn't mention it, only Mrs. Fujixiu's.

Just when the big guy's neck was cold, Tokyo's No. 1 crime-solving master, Fu Yuangang, came in person.

The master is the master, and when he arrived, he saw the words on the chest of the corpse at a glance.

It's not about how good the handwriting is, but about researching what kind of ink it is, how it can penetrate into the skin and never fade, just like a birthmark.

"Yin, Yin!"

Shigeru Oshima suddenly thought of those things from folklore again, and said in a trembling voice.

Isn't the yin charm in local folklore familiar to everyone - familiar?

It's not the kind of yellow paper with curved things drawn on it, but a kind of pen.

This kind of pen is written on the living person, and it will never fade to death, and the powerful ghost who has a deep hatred can ask the Yin Jun for this kind of Yin charm and write it on the enemy.

Then, when midnight comes, the enemy will commit suicide.

Fukumoto Gang, who is known as the No. 1 master of solving cases in Tokyo, was also stunned after listening to Shigeru Oshima, and after being silent for a long time, he took out a knife and gently peeled off a piece of skin on the chest of the corpse.

The subcutaneous tissue still has this strong black color, which goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Really, really, there are really powerful ghosts?"

After testing this color, there is no harm to the human body, and it only has an indelible effect, and the confident Fu Yuangang finally believes that some legends do not seem to be groundless.

I'm sure there's a ghost.

It's just that terrible ghost, from Huaxia Qingshan—if I miss him, I can go to him.

Thinking of the strange feeling of suffocation that could not be given up last night, Mrs. Fujihide swallowed lightly, looked sideways to the west, and slowly slid down on her hips with her right hand against her back.

On top of that, there was a terrible black skull.

Could it be that this is the unique mark that every woman in the Yang World who occupies the Yang World will be left by the ghosts?

Mrs. Fujihide thought too much.

Li Nannan is forced to see that people's buttocks are big and white, and he was going to inscribe a poem on it, like what last night's Xiaolou and spring rain or something, but after the pen fell, he habitually drew his unique mark, the black skull.

Well, he admits that painting this thing on a woman's buttocks is more tactile and rewarding than painting it on a wall, on a tree, etc., that is, the mind is a little dirty.

But what's that?

He wanted to kill Mrs. Fujixiu too, but he couldn't bear to see her too beautiful.

Although it is the greatest humiliation for a woman to guard her husband's body and be clamed by him, it is much better than being killed.

Li Nannan blamed himself a little, how could he always produce the kindness of a woman?

Not only that, but when he was still sour, he told people that he missed him, so he came to Huaxia Qingshan.

Isn't this deliberately telling people that he is pretending to be a ghost and guiding the police of the island country to come to Qingshan to investigate the matter thoroughly?

Then everything he carefully planned would be exposed, causing endless trouble.

Several times, he wanted to return to Fujihide's house, kill the woman, and completely kill him.

But when I think of the woman's charming fat buttocks, and her soul-like chanting, I can't bear it, and I can only use the fastest speed to escape from the island country, so that I can keep one more beautiful woman to the eyes of the ugly world.

Only regret if you do it, and if you don't do it, this characteristic should be Li Nannan's biggest fatal flaw.

He had a hunch that sooner or later he would suffer a big loss.

Forget it, that's all a matter of brains later, it's best to tell Lao Xie at the moment, entrust him to tell the second stunned, and then get some pure natural black paint.

This thing is simply so easy to use, especially when painting on a woman's white buttocks, it doesn't feel good.

This pigment is actually a kind of grass juice, which is squeezed out of a special grass in the Valley of the Eight Hundred Emperors.

Because the juice of the grass has this unexplained special effect, the eight hundred turtles named it Soul Possession Grass.

You have to be very careful when squeezing this grass juice, once it sticks to your skin, it's the color for the rest of your life.

In addition to this effect, the soul grass has no other fart use, that is, the second stunned turtle, so he will make some to be a treasure and give it to his best friend, to thank Li Nannan for not fighting for a stupid girl with him.

Li Nanfang didn't fall in love with the stupid girl.

If he had to live at eight hundred, he wanted that woman to be his mother-in-law?

Grass, how could it be her?

You can't think about it, you can't think about it, that's an elder.

But if a black skull is also drawn on the butt of the elders, it will be - grass, I can't think about it, why do I still think about it, I don't want to smoke it!

Li Nannan thought of doing it, raised his hand and slapped himself, startling Chen Dali, who was reporting to him: "Ah, Mr. Li, you are-"

"I'm swatting mosquitoes, is there a problem?"

Li Nannan put down his right hand, raised his eyelids, glanced at Chen Dali, and asked lightly.

"No, no problem!"

Chen Dali hurriedly shook his head, but he was strange in his heart, Mr. Li's strength in slapping mosquitoes was too great, and his own cheeks were swollen.