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Early the next morning, the two snipers walked toward the temple cursing. When Chianti asked for the nth time, "What on earth was Uzzo doing last night and why did he let that guy walk out of the hotel alive?" Cohen suddenly stopped.
.
Cohen: "It's time to get off work."
Chianti: "?"
She raised the brim of her hat and looked up in the direction Cohen was looking. The iconic five-story pagoda in the temple was reflected in her eyes.
The five-story pagoda is old and dilapidated, and the light mist in the morning gives it an eerie atmosphere.
On the top of the tower on the highest floor, the cornices stretched across the sky, and a burly figure was hung on it - the legend of murder that has been passed down for more than 400 years has been fully resurrected today as President Oda wished.
"This guy is still so..." Chianti opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to search his mind for a word that Gin had said, "Love art."
Cohen: "..."
...it's quite artistic.
The two snipers retreated furtively, quickly clearing away the traces of their presence.
After a while, the temple administrator came to the door yawning.
He opened the door and casually looked at the five-story pagoda, when he suddenly froze.
…
"Mr. Jiangxia! I am Okabe who took you to visit the temple yesterday!"
Jiang Xia was woken up by a phone call. On the other side of the phone was a panicked temple administrator.
This middle-aged man who was leisurely telling them ghost stories yesterday was as panicked as if he had stepped into a ghost story: "Ghosts and gods have started causing trouble again! The five-story pagoda, the five-story pagoda is resurrected!"
…
Nearly half an hour later, Jiang Xia led a group of people to the temple behind the amusement park.
As soon as I arrived, I saw the police officer looking at the temple with dull eyes.
In front of the five-story pagoda, there was a monk wearing cassocks standing there. Abbot Danhai was chanting a string of Buddhist beads and muttering scriptures that no one could understand, and his expression became more and more excited.
After a moment, he suddenly stopped talking, clasped his hands together, and said loudly as if he understood something: "God's punishment, this is God's punishment!"
Hearing his voice, everyone couldn't help but look at the top of the tower again.
President Oda was still hanging there. The place where he was hoisted was very special. The police officers had just arrived at the top of the building and were thinking about how to lower the body without damaging the scene as much as possible.
Mumu Police Department yawned sleepily: "..." If he had known that this temple could not suppress evil spirits, but that he himself was evil spirits, he would not have let Jiang Xia come over yesterday.
... No, as a police officer, you have to be materialistic. How can you believe in these weird things!
Downstairs, Sunshengmaru looked up at the senior person in his life, feeling sad: He was obviously a successful person with great wealth, good at dealing with people, and flexible thinking. How could he become like this in the blink of an eye?
Curacao and Maya Hashimoto were also looking at the people upstairs, and their expressions were subtly synchronized.
Maya Hashimoto: "..." As expected, you can't talk about things he is interested in within Usa's sphere of influence. Yesterday's dinner was uneventful. It seemed that President Oda was not Usa's target. Who knew that it had only been one night?
People hang out here in a very high-profile way.
For a moment, President Oda's words yesterday flashed through his mind, "If one or two people died in the five-story pagoda recently, and we cooperated with the publicity, the effect would be great!"
"Who told you to make random wishes? Can you say such nonsense?" Maya Hashimoto silently offered a stick of incense to this very thoughtful president, "Don't worry, I will learn from your experience."
Lessons avoid these topics.”
Next to him, Curacao was also thinking about similar things: "..." In a sense, Uzo was quite helpful. In this regard, he was like a wishing machine, dying in whatever way he ordered.
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No matter what, there is no less work that needs to be done.
The police officers worked hard for a long time and finally handed over part of the report.
However, unlike in the past, this time the progress is extremely slow - they have not yet been able to lower the body from the top of the tower.
Seeing the crowd of onlookers gathering more and more, the police department looked at the sign-like President Oda high up and broke into a cold sweat: "Why is he still hanging there!"
The young police officer reported sadly: "The body was hung on the fifth floor of the five-story tower. One end of the rope was tied to the railing, and the other end hung down around the roof, hanging the deceased.
"Mr. Oda weighs nearly 200 kilograms. Carrying him to the fifth floor is a big project. Moreover, when we reach the top of the tower, the stairwell becomes very narrow, and it is difficult for an adult to pass. It is impossible for someone to carry or carry him.
"If it was dragged, it would be barely possible to pass, but in that case, there would be traces of friction or wounds on the body of the deceased, and there would also be corresponding marks on the wooden stairs. But we have carefully tested it, and there are no similar signs there.
"
The Mumu Police Department was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "If he wasn't carried or dragged over, how did he get to the top of the tower? Did he walk up on his own?...Wait a minute, wouldn't this be suicide!
"
Jiang Xia also went to the top of the tower to join in the fun. The police officers finally figured out a plan. They tied the safety ropes and stepped on the eaves of the next floor to the bottom of the body, intending to lower the body from here.
Jiang Xia walked around along the rope and looked at the knot fixed to the railing at the other end. He saw that there were many signs of wear and tear on the railing and the rope was also a bit old, which fit the ancient style of this ancient temple very well.
The policemen struggled a lot on the top of the tower, and finally brought the body back to the ground amid the amazement of the melon-eating crowd.
The others handed the compiled situation to Jiang Xia. Just as they were about to let go, they remembered something and turned a corner and handed it to the Mu Mu Police Department.
The police department was too lazy to bother anymore. Three cases had occurred in less than 24 hours. At this time, he could understand the fugue-like state of his subordinates.
He simply didn't bother to show off and handed the report directly to Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia did not refuse and started to check.
Although the five-story pagoda is old, the temple administrator is more diligent. The condition inside the pagoda is better than outside, and there is not much dust accumulation.
Especially the roof, the floor was wiped brand new.
The manager of the temple happened to be nearby. He looked at the report and the photos attached to the report, and scratched his head in confusion: He didn't seem to treat the top of the tower differently. Why is it so much cleaner there than below?
When he was doubtful.
A hidden corner in the distance.
Chianticorn confirmed the situation and the identity of the deceased, lowered the brim of his hat, and left in a hurry.
Thinking of the policemen who had just been coming in and out of the top of the tower, Cohen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, when they left yesterday, the two of them paid special attention and carefully cleaned the ground, leaving not a single hair behind.
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