52: 55 Chapter Death Curse (5) 52: 55 Chapter Death Curse (5) In the corridor of Shuijing City Police Station, clad in a yellow suit, Stack Soldier leafed through a thick stack of case files while striding forward.
Several local police officers followed by his side.
Normally, ordinary people wouldn’t have access to these files, so Stack Soldier used so tricks—forging docunts, hacking into the police network to create a false record, pretending to be a Superintendent from the Criminal Departnt of the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt.
That’s the sa rank as Detective Moku from “Detective Conan.”
A Superintendent, and moreover, from Tokyo, the local police in Shuijing City received him warmly and agreed to let him enter the records room to review the files, even assigning soone to accompany him for the entire process.
“The origin of the serial death case dates back twenty-five years ago, to the family massacre at the Fujita residence in Fourth House, Third District.
The thirty-four-year-old housewife, Fujita Yu, was beheaded in the backyard.
Her husband, a thirty-six-year-old slaughterhouse worker nad Fujita Yuuhi, had his limbs severed and died on a mountain path.
Their bodies were only discovered the next morning.
The only daughter of the family, nine-year-old Fujita Nobuko, went missing.”
“The police were unable to catch the murderer.
The local governnt organized volunteers to search for Fujita Nobuko to no avail.
The Fujita house thus beca known as cursed, and it has remained unoccupied ever since.
During this ti, three middle school students, seeking to explore a haunted house, entered the old Fujita residence.
Two disappeared, and the only surviving teenager went mad and was admitted to a ntal hospital in the neighboring city, ending up hanging himself a while later.”
“It wasn’t until fifteen years ago that a construction company redeveloped the site, renovating the old house, and the Suzuki couple from another region moved in, living there peacefully for fifteen years.”
“A month ago, the death incidents suddenly occurred again.
First the Suzuki couple living in the house, then the Funeral Master who prepared their bodies and his two friends.
Then, the real estate sales agent Sakaihara and his wife.”
As Stack Soldier flipped through the files, he was led by two local police officers to the forensic laboratory.
The bodies of the Suzuki couple had already been cremated after a funeral, and the Funeral Master, who died from heart disease considered an accident, had also been cremated.
The only bodies temporarily left at the police station were those of Sakaihara and his wife.
The young forensic pathologist in the laboratory welcod Stack Soldier.
While opening the refrigerated cabinet where the bodies were stored, he explained, “Normally, in the case of Sakaihara killing his wife, the perpetrator and victim are clear, and the case is simple enough to close directly.
However, due to so special reasons, the bodies have been left here in the police station.
If you hadn’t co today, they were going to be sent for cremation…”
As the two bodies were pulled from the refrigerated cabinet and the white cloth covering them was unfolded, Stack Soldier imdiately understood what the “special reasons” were.
Both bodies remained in the state they were in at death, the woman stabbed multiple tis, with her eyelids sliced off, her lifeless eyes staring straight up.
The man, who died from a fall from a building, had broken limbs, and his neck twisted a full 360°, an effect impossible to achieve by any form of falling.
The unnatural posture of the bodies ant that only the experienced forensic pathologist could barely maintain composure, while the two local police officers involuntarily looked away, unable to face the sight directly.
Stack Soldier pressed his lips tightly together, a nearly imperceptible glint reflected off his glasses, as he quickly scanned the corpses and noticed a ring of white residue around the mouths and noses, “Wait, is this froth residue?”
“Yes, mushroom-shaped froth,” nodded the pathologist.
The so-called mushroom-shaped froth is the white or pale pink foam that forms when the respiratory tract secretes mucus due to irritation, and the intense breathing action mixes it with air and water.
It commonly appears in cases of drowning victims, carbon monoxide poisoning deaths, deaths due to cranial trauma, strangulation, and drug overdoses.
Both of the deceased—one stabbed to death and one dead from falling—should not have had mushroom-shaped froth.
The pathologist explained, “Sakaihara jumped from a six-story building, hitting objects like the air conditioning unit on his way down, slowing his fall, so he didn’t die imdiately upon hitting the ground.
It is more accurate to say that he died from internal bleeding in combination with drowning—since it was raining at the ti, his head happened to be subrged in a puddle below the building.”
Stack Soldier nodded, prepared to continue scanning the bodies, when suddenly, as if realizing sothing, he looked up abruptly and asked, “Rain?
Didn’t the newspapers say that the cri occurred on a sunny day seven days ago?”
The pathologist explained, “The newspapers were referring to the ti when the police discovered the bodies.
The actual ti of the murder was eight days ago, during rainy weather.”
Rainy day…
Rainy day…
Stack Soldier’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, as the inside of his glasses rapidly flashed through all the case files.
The 25-year-old Fujita family massacre, the middle school student disappearance case, the Suzuki couple’s death case, the Funeral Master’s death case, the Sakai wife murder case, and even this afternoon, when several players were teleported over, the weather was rainy.
Rustle—Rustle—
The long-brewing thunder finally bore fruit, and the fine drizzle pattered against the forensic laboratory’s windowpanes.
Stack Soldier disregarded the presence of the two police officers, imdiately took out his mobile phone, opened the communication app, and shouted: “The amplifier is the rain!
Once it rains, that thing’s strength will increase!
When we arrived this afternoon, the sky had just cleared after the rain, that’s why the van had an accident and fell into the water, we’ve been entangled!”
The reason why the killing field set the teleportation node after the car fell into the water was to remind the players that the four people from the TV station were already contaminated with the curse.
“Inspector?”
The local police officer next to him, unclear why Stack Soldier suddenly beca so agitated, asked puzzled: “Are you alright?”
Snap!
Without warning, the long fluorescent light tubes hanging from the room’s ceiling suddenly went out, and the refrigerated body cabinet violently retracted, pulling the two corpses back into the cabinet with force.
Click-click-click-click—
A dense and noisy sound emanated from the body refrigerating cabinet.
Strands of black hair began to continuously erge from the cabinet door cracks.
The three ordinary people in the room were all scared silly by this sudden turn of events, and the dical examiner yelled as he flung open the door and dashed out of the room.
“Don’t go out!”
Stack Soldier yelled out a warning, but alas, it was too late.
As soon as the dical examiner reached the corridor, a pair of deathly pale hands with no trace of blood color grabbed him by both sides of the head, violently pulling him into the dark corner.
Stack Soldier sprinted out after him, only to see that the corridor lights were completely off, with only the faint green light of the ergency exit sign at the end of the corridor.
Borrowing the dim green light, one could faintly discern a silhouette hanging from the ceiling of the corridor.
His feet dangled in the air, with arms hanging loosely by his side, his neck stretched to an unnatural length.
Sizzle-sizzle—
The entire corridor’s lights flickered intermittently, and that figure montarily floated in front of Stack Soldier.
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