Chapter 38 False Talk Syndrome

Chapter 38 False Talk Syndrome

Chapter 38 False Talk Syndrome

Although Kuwahara Yuuaki has retired, he still goes there when help is needed. After all, the number of forensic pathologists in Japan is less than 200, which is very rare.

Being busy is common in many professions.

But it was also because of this that he neglected his family and made an irreparable mistake, and it also made his daughter seem to be getting further and further away from him.

The words were full of concern, but the responses I got were cold and perfunctory "Yeah" and "Oh".

"Did you call them at that time?"

There are two thousand netizens but only four contacts. This is a form of avoidance.

In real life, if interpersonal relationships are not going well or if one is being excluded, one will hide on the Internet and it will be difficult to have real communication.

In a group chat, you can see words like "contraceptive pills" and "hotel" from time to time. Most likely, they are just casual words to cooperate with this group, in order to arouse response and resonance. At least looking at the girl's face, she doesn't look like such a casual person.

"Bad Group" is the name of the group chat, which is the abbreviation of "Bad Juvenile Organization".

"I called, but the calls were always unanswered." After saying this, Yuaki Kuwahara couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and turned his attention to the social homepage, hoping to find something from it.

Weiyou likes painting, so maybe we can find something in her paintings. After all, a person's paintings can reflect her inner emotions.

Some paintings are more like the painter's emotional expression.

In the encrypted album, there are many pencil drawings, which show that he has a good basic ability.

"My family is not good, but I have been very talented since I was young, unlike me."

Kuwahara Yuaki's tone sounded a little proud.

"Without exception, these are all portraits. And they all have one thing in common, which is that they have no eyes. But the latest painting has eyes added. It is a self-portrait of your daughter. I think she seems to have made up her mind recently to do something important."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang looked at him and asked, "Can I see your text chat history?"

Without hesitation, Yuaki Kuwahara took out his cell phone and handed it to the other party.

Of course, he had heard of the profiler named "Qinghai Chuantang".

The text messages between the two of them were not like communication, but more like orders. The father's texts were usually 2 to 4 lines, and the daughter's replies were very simple, basically no more than five words.

The last message was a little strange, with three lines, which was unusual. The tone and length were different from the others, as if someone had replaced her.

"Takayanagi Hiroaki. Do you know this child?"

Among Weiyou's four contacts, one of them was him. And in one of Weiyou's posts, he specifically tagged the other party and tagged him with "300-day anniversary", "couple bracelet", and "ghost group".

The picture shows two hands clasped together, each wearing a star bracelet.

Kuwahara Yuaki hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"He was the only child Weiyou had brought home. At that time, I had already noticed the couple bracelets they were wearing, but I didn't say much. Although I accidentally saw the cigarette box sticking out of his pocket, I always felt that the child didn't look like a bad person, so I just let them do what they wanted."

"Then do you know the ghost group?"

Kuwahara Yuuki shook his head.

Just as he was about to say something, the phone rang.

It was a policeman who called and asked him to go and help identify the body because of a shortage of manpower. This put Kuwahara Yuaki in a dilemma, with his daughter on one side and his responsibility on the other.

"If you are needed, go quickly. I will contact you as soon as I have any news about your daughter."

With these words, Kuwahara Yuaki felt a little relieved.

His tone was slightly excited: "Ms. Tang, thank you so much!"

After the other person left, Conan, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, appeared beside her.

The two looked at each other and remained silent.

In order to break the awkward atmosphere, Conan spoke first: "Well, Sister Xiaotang, how about I help you look for it? As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers!"

"Okay." Qinghai Chuantang agreed very happily and said with a smile: "Then you can infiltrate the ghost group, start from the grassroots, then become the second in command, and finally kill their boss and become the king, and your name will be recorded in history."

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched: You guy, have you watched too many TV dramas?

"Seriously."

Qinghai Chuantang coughed lightly and regained her serious look. She opened her phone and searched for keywords. Although the results were fragments of information, putting the fragments together would form a complete picture.

"The name of the Ghost Group comes from the fact that their leader has a red ghost tattoo on his right hand. Everyone calls that person 'Ghost Brother'."

"Tattoo?" Conan was stunned after hearing this.

In Japan, people with tattoos are often mistaken for gang members.

His pupils shrank instantly, and his voice trembled slightly, worrying about the girl he had never met before: "If she is from a gang, then..."

"The riot gangs are under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Investigation Division, and this is obviously not their area of ​​responsibility. Because the Oni Gang is not a riot gang, but a group of delinquents, no, mostly teenagers who have violated the law. This is all the information we can find at the moment. If you want to know more, why not consider my suggestion?"

Qinghai Chuantang put down his phone and stared at the other party with interest.

"You still have the nerve to joke about this."

"It's a good way to adjust yourself to not feel too depressed during your free time. And before that, I have already written down the contact information of those four people here."

As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang pointed to his head and said with a smile: "I have already sent a text message to one of them and offered a generous reward. As long as you can ask a little bit, it will be a great help."

An hour later, Yuaki Kuwahara arrived at Pilite Mountain.

Just like its name, the location is a bit remote. If someone didn't come here to exercise, it might not be discovered for a long time, just like the body hidden under the manhole cover for ten years.

The arm was covered by leaves, with only half of it showing, on which was a star bracelet.

Yuaki Kuwahara quickly ran over to sweep away the leaves, then dug the soil covering the body with his hands.

Finally, the face was revealed.

It was not the daughter in his memory, but another person he had met once. Of course, he remembered the boy named Takayanagi Hiroaki.

He seemed relieved, but his heart seemed to be blocked by something.

The body was brought back for identification.

The man had been dead for less than two days, and had multiple bruises and fractures. His cause of death was similar to that of the man trapped in the manhole cover.

The murder weapon was a sharp knife.

Judging from the shape and size, it was indeed a stab wound to the abdomen, but it was not a fatal wound.

The DNA results on the nails of the corpse came out, and they were not the same as Hase Ei's DNA.

Two hours later, Kondo Kazue, one of the people in the address book, arrived here.

For men, the most attractive things are: money, women, power. And for women, it is almost the same, so this method is also applicable.

Kondo Kazue has a boyish hairstyle and looks quite cute.

She was a little surprised that Weiyou had her contact information in his phone, and frowned briefly, but it only lasted for a moment.

"Actually, I'm not that familiar with her. After all, she doesn't have many friends because she's in the late stage of hypochondriasis."

In Freud's book "The Interpretation of Dreams", empty talk is called "empty talk disease".

Simply put, lying has become a pathological habit.

"Why do you say that?"

Kondo Kazue stared at her and smiled, and said, "She said her father is a physician. Is that true?"

Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"See, I knew it. You tell lies as soon as you open your mouth." Kondo Kazue showed a smug expression.

"It's the doctor, that's right."

After that, Qing Hai Chuan Tang tried to change the subject: "When was the last time you saw Wei You? Where was it at that time, and what happened?"

Kondo Kazueda rolled his eyes and leaned forward slightly.

In a negotiating tone, he said, "I know all this and can tell you. But before that, can you give me your contact information? If you deny it, who can I turn to for justice?"

"Don't worry, I'm a man of my words. But to show my sincerity, I can show you the photos first."

As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang took out a photo from his bag, handed it to her, shook it slowly, and then put it back.

Kondo Kazue felt her heart beating wildly. Is this the feeling of having a heartbeat?

She couldn't help but cover her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

After a while, Kondo Kazue slowly put down her hand, her tone unable to conceal her excitement and joy.

"Will I really be lucky enough to get his contact information? I feel like such an outstanding boy is like a star that is billions of light years away from me. I can only watch him from afar."

She patted her cheeks lightly, trying to calm herself down. Then she moved closer, lowered her voice deliberately, and said carefully, "Actually, I think it's stressful to be too good-looking. I think the guy at the counter is good. Can you help me get his contact information?"

Qinghai Chuantang also imitated her and responded in a low voice: "He is already the father of three children, are you sure?"

The father of three children?
Kondo Kazue felt that her worldview had been impacted like never before.

She looked up at the figure standing at the counter. Even the movement of wiping the cup was so charming and attractive.

Unfortunately, the beauty has already been taken.

Kondo Kazue soothed her wounded heart.

He said to Qinghai Chuantang: "I will tell you everything I know."

His tone was a little lost, as if he had just broken up with his love.

(End of this chapter)