The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

The police officer standing nearby saw Shang Yuanye finish watching the video and then moved the surveillance video to the time period of this morning.

In the video, a dark blue car first stopped in the parking lot, and then the deceased Nami Ishikawa got out first, followed by a man.

The two behaved intimately, like a couple, and then entered the elevator together. The surveillance video ended here, and their figures never appeared again in subsequent surveillance videos.

Not until the black shadow appeared in those frames did the police officers appear in the surveillance video shortly afterwards.

This was the time when the upstairs residents called the police, and it was also the time when they came to investigate.

"What is the identity of this man?" After moving the video back to the morning time period, Uehara Noboru pointed at the man who was behaving intimately with Nami Ishikawa and asked.

"This man's name is Kawashita Noya, and he lives nearby. We didn't find him in this building, and there was no footage of him leaving in the surveillance video. It's as if he disappeared out of thin air..."

"No!" Uehara suddenly interrupted the police officer next to him, "He didn't disappear..."

Ueharano suddenly remembered the room where there were no signs of the murder. When we say there were no signs, it just meant there were no signs of the murderer's actions.

However, there were many other traces. In addition to the small balloons all over the ground, there were also taken-off clothes, both men's and women's. The women's clothes were naturally Nami Ishikawa's, but the men's clothes, Ueharano initially thought they were the clothes of Nami Ishikawa's husband.

Through the investigation of residents' information, they also learned that the deceased Nami Ishikawa had a husband, but after watching the surveillance video, Uehara No discovered a blind spot.

At the scene of the death, the man's clothes on the ground were exactly the same as the clothes Kawashimo was wearing in the surveillance video, which made Uehara No. horrible guess.

The dried skeleton hugged by Nami Ishikawa might be Kawashita Ye in the surveillance video.

But...how is this possible?

A living person suddenly turned into a pile of bones. This is unscientific no matter how you think about it, although science is already crumbling in this era.

What should I say? The end of science is theology, this sentence makes sense.

"Huh~ This is unbelievable. We can only wait for the results of the identification of the bones and the DNA test of the clothes on the ground."

Generally, skin fragments or dandruff will fall on clothes. In addition to blood, DNA can be extracted from hair, skin and body tissue fragments, and then used for identification.

The current direction is to identify whether the DNA on the clothes and the DNA on the bones are from the same person.

"If the skeleton is indeed Kawashita Noya, then there is no doubt that this case is definitely related to the supernatural."

"Take the clues you collected and pack up!"

………………

After a while, in the Metropolitan Police Department's forensic room.

Ueharaye held three reports in his hand, a drop of cold sweat running down his temple hair.

In his hand were the dry bones, the small balloon and the DNA identification report extracted from the clothes. The identification results of these three items showed that the DNA on them belonged to the same person.

This also shows a fact, that the dried skeleton was indeed Kawashita Noya in the surveillance video. He turned into a dried skeleton as if he had been dead for decades.

"What on earth is going on? Why did Kawashita Noya and Ishikawa Nami die? And the way they died was completely different!"

"Besides, what is the relationship between them?" Ueharaye, holding the report in his hand, started thinking on the spot. Suddenly, he thought of the small balloons all over the ground, "Could it be a ** relationship?!"

"Then Ishikawa Nami's husband is too miserable, right? Her husband?"

As if a flash of inspiration came to Ueharano, he suddenly remembered a neglected place. It would be understandable if he said that Nami Ishikawa's other family members did not have time to come to the scene because they were not in Shizuoka Prefecture.

But where was her husband who had been living with her? They had tried to contact the deceased's husband, but the phone was unreachable.

Why can't I get through? And why has Nami Ishikawa's husband never shown up?

"Huh, why do I always ignore these obvious problems? It seems like my brain is still stuck."

Ueharano put down the report in his hand, leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, sorting out the course of the case, and by the way, looking to see if he had overlooked anything.

The residents on the sixth floor called the police, so they went to the scene. Two bodies were found at the crime scene, one was the hostess of the room, and the other was a male outsider who lived nearby. The female body did not have any scars, as if she had been scared to death, while the male body had completely turned into a pile of bones, as if he had been dead for decades.

But judging from the surveillance footage, they appeared in the morning but died together at noon, and their ways of death were completely different. They were probably doing something that could not be said clearly and would be blocked before they died.

The husband of the deceased female, also the male owner of the apartment on the fifth floor, never showed up from beginning to end, and his phone was unreachable and could not be contacted at all.

"Will Ishikawa Nami's husband know something, or does he have a problem too?"

"And that dark shadow, it's really impossible to ignore it."

Uehara was muttering to himself, and suddenly he remembered what he had ordered at the beginning, which was to extract the frames of the black shadow in the surveillance and refine it. Now that so much time has passed, it should be ready soon.

Thinking of this, Ueharano put down the report in his hand and walked towards another room, hoping that the black shadow could also provide some clues.

It would be best if we could analyze the black shadow clearly, and this matter could also be reported to Lesson 6.

The strange way of death is obviously caused by supernatural existence. It is impossible for humans in reality to directly turn a corpse into dry bones.

Although they have a certain degree of law enforcement power over the supernatural, it is better to leave it entirely to Section 6. Although this case related to the supernatural will be a great achievement, they must be able to swallow it.

Chapter 196 The Evil Ghost Claims Life

Shizuoka City, Suruga District, Minami-cho Street.

Ooshima Sho blended into the air and floated aimlessly. The smell of miasma emanating from his body was much lighter than at the beginning.

He devoured the man moving on his wife, and the replenishment of fresh vitality made him partially conscious again.

He recalled more things, so he did not devour his wife, but used another method to send the man who always beat and scolded him and even killed his wife to the underworld.

Oshima Sho, who already has the ability to think, feels that there must be an underworld in this world, otherwise why would he return to the world again.

He became a ghost remaining in the world.

My wish has clearly been fulfilled, so why hasn’t my soul returned to the underworld yet?

The half-demented Oshima Sho was unable to think and could only wander aimlessly.

Oshima Sho was not too keen on devouring the living beings that exuded fresh vitality around him. He had partially recovered his ability to think and was no longer the vengeful ghost in the forest that acted entirely on instinct.

Floating aimlessly on the street, Oshima Sho suddenly felt that the environment in front of him was a little familiar, especially the entrance in front.

Now I think about it, this was the only way for him to go to work when he was alive, and it was also the road he had walked for several years.

Even though he has turned into a ghost, he still can't forget this road. Is this the instinct engraved in his soul?

The instinct to go to work?

Oshima Sho suddenly felt a little pathetic. His body was floating unconsciously on the way to work. He had completely turned into the shape of the company.

Not knowing where to go, Oshima Sho followed his instinct and went to take another look at the company.

After arriving at the entrance and floating downwards, the tram underground was the one he took every day from nine to five. The whirring sound of the tram seemed to have been engraved into his soul.

Although most companies in society adopt a "9 to 5" work system, in reality, these office workers rarely get off work on time and often work overtime until very late.

The internationally accepted 9-to-5 work schedule is very good, but the good thing is that few companies follow it.

Eight hours of work, eight hours of rest, and eight hours to yourself, is a very good luxury.

If you only work eight hours, you should thank your boss for his kindness. If you can sleep more than six hours, it is considered a healthy work and rest schedule, and if you can have four hours for yourself, it is considered good enough.

Endless overtime work has caused people in their country to have generally high pressure in life, and deaths due to excessive fatigue from overtime work are common.

Sho Oshima always thought that he would die at work or on his way to work, but he never expected that he would die at home.

Floating in front of the tram gate, Oshima Sho was supposed to swipe his card to enter like a machine, but now he was a disembodied ghost and floated through the middle easily.

It floated to the side of the orderly queue on the platform waiting for the tram, and suddenly a wailing sounded among the crowd.

"Ugh~ Who farted? It stinks!"

"How disgusting! Farting in public! Why didn't you go to the toilet?"

"Who has a stomachache? I have a plug here!"

In an instant, an empty space appeared around Oshima Sho.

Ooshima Sho looked around in a daze, somewhat confused as to what these people were thinking. Who farted and why couldn't he smell it?

But no one came to answer him because no one could see him.

A moment later, the sound of a tram whirring towards him suddenly came from the front. This sound was engraved in his soul, and he had heard it the day before his death.

The lights first appeared in the tunnel, followed by the sound of a tram passing on the tracks.

A middle-aged man with a humble smile on his face suddenly walked out of the orderly queue, his hand still tightly holding the phone he had just hung up.

Under the light of the tunnel, the humble and compromising smile seemed to have been engraved into the bones of his face, and every smile was this humble smile.

The middle-aged man stood on the platform with his back to the track. He bent down slightly and bowed to the people in the queue, as if apologizing for something.

Although he didn't say anything, the expression on his face became more and more humble.

The middle-aged man turned around and saw the tram on the track approaching. Without any hesitation, he took a step forward.

The body lost its balance and fell forward. Even if the tram driver saw this scene, he would not be able to stop at such a close distance.

"Bang~"

It was like the sound of a watermelon falling to the ground, followed by a muffled sound and then silence.

"Gah~"

The tram that ran over the man braked hastily, but the middle-aged man had already turned into scarlet marks all over the ground. The bodies of middle-aged men were everywhere on the tracks that were about ten meters long.

Only now did the people at the scene react, but the reaction was not very strong.

After all, the suicide rate of jumping onto tracks in their country is very high, with an average of one incident of jumping onto tracks every month. The official efficiency of the solution is also very high, and it often takes no more than half an hour to restore traffic.

While waiting for traffic to resume, the crowd began to talk in whispers.

"If such a person wants to die, why doesn't he just jump off a building? Lying on the railway tracks will only hinder traffic."

"With so many suicides, I can understand why the tram platforms don't have screen doors. Why can't the government think of this?"

"Who knows? How can we know what those big shots think?"

The whispers of the people around him and the emergency brakes of the train were all very familiar to Oshima Sho, who was still floating on the platform. Although this scene was rare, it was not uncommon.

But this was the first time that he saw this scene as a ghost. Floating forward, Oshima Sho easily floated through the tram and landed on the track.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had grown to more than ten meters tall, Oshima Sho suddenly felt a familiar breath from him.

Resentment, heavy resentment.

Although this resentment was not as strong as his, and was even a little smaller, this was the first time he felt resentment other than his since Oshima Sho's death.

Following the instinct of becoming a vengeful ghost, Oshima Sho separated the miasma that made up his body. The resentful air on the ground seemed to be attracted and quickly merged into the separated miasma.

After separating about one third of the miasma, Oshima Sho stopped the output of the miasma. At the same time, the resentment on the ground had merged with the separated miasma.

A moment later, a black figure appeared. He looked exactly like the middle-aged man who jumped onto the platform, except that his face was a little blurry.

"Ow~"

The middle-aged man howled in confusion, his voice was harsh and unpleasant, his voice was like two rusty iron bars rubbing together.

Looking at the middle-aged man like this, Oshima Sho roughly understood that this man was in exactly the same state as he was when he just woke up, both of them were in a state of insanity.

"You... resentment... revenge..."

Oshima Sho's not-so-pleasant voice sounded, and he spoke to the bewildered middle-aged man. The magical thing was that although he had lost his mind, the middle-aged man understood what Oshima Sho meant.

After all, the middle-aged man's body was formed by the miasma of Oshima Sho, so the middle-aged man could naturally understand Oshima Sho's orders.

"Ow~"

The middle-aged man floated up from the track and drifted outside, followed by Oshima Shoya.

Although the middle-aged man had just become a vengeful ghost, with Oshima Sho as his senior to guide him, the middle-aged man quickly learned to blend into the air.

Before floating onto the platform, the two vengeful ghosts disappeared into the air. Of course, the smell they emitted also became stronger.

Amid the sounds of people vomiting around them, the two vengeful ghosts left one after another.

Chapter 197 Sword Master

"What? Leave us to our own devices for now?"

Ueharano's hand holding the phone was gripped so tightly that the joints turned white.

He was still staying in Shizuoka City, searching for all the information about the deceased with the local police. He wanted to wait until the sixth lesson came so that he could hand it over to them directly, but he didn't expect to hear this answer.

I can't spare the time for lesson 6, so I can't come!

"Yes, I understand!"