Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Beauty (17)_1 Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Beauty (17)_1 “Of course, if you think offing a scumbag like me is more important than fulfilling your duty, then by all means, go ahead,”

Facing the murderous Night Watchman, Fu Qian didn’t even lift his head, both hands busy attacking the spaghetti on his plate.

However, although he was as careful as possible, the splattered blood still mixed somewhat with the tomato sauce.

This scene caused the already conflicted Suzune, who was watching, to twitch her eyelids for a moment.

Without a doubt, she really wanted this scumbag dismembered and was mentally prepared for the trouble that would follow.

But trouble and duty are two different things, if it really was Kagetsu Kana who did it, then—

“You’d better not be spouting nonsense.”

Biting her teeth, Suzune finally made up her mind.

“How could I? If you go outside now, you might even be able to dig up some remains or something,”

Fu Qian said, smiling slightly with a sincere face.

This was the truth; there really were remains outside.

The only problem was they weren’t from any student.

After conspiring with Zetian yesterday and to prepare for the following plans, Zetian had, as he requested, sent over Kunio’s head disguised.

The purpose of this was naturally to seize an opportunity to create a murder scene and disguise it as manslaughter.

And although Zetian had wrapped it up very well, inside and out, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find if this person put in just a little effort.

Unfortunately, after throwing up earlier, Suzune clearly developed some aversion to these things and, after staring at Fu Qian for a few seconds, she simply couldn’t follow up on his words.

The next moment, she stepped forward, pressed down on the tabletop with all her might, and yanked the dagger out.

“You have three minutes to wrap that wound.”

While wiping the dagger clean on Fu Qian’s clothes, she spoke with an indisputable tone.

“Then come with me.”

“No problem.”

Facing her demand, Fu Qian got up to change his clothes without any objection, quite decisively.

Confronted with a Night Watchman who had staked her career, he never thought he’d be able to send her away with just a few words.

Remembering Kagetsu Iketa’s unusual behavior during their last meeting, Fu Qian thought it was worth checking out the scene.

…

“Get out of the car!”

Not long after, Fu Qian, who had been resting with his eyes closed, was awakened by Suzune’s intrusion.

Under the night sky, her face mask was like frost, indicating they had reached their destination and urging him to get out of the car quickly.

Although they hadn’t exchanged a single word throughout the journey, her mood was clearly worse than before.

Fu Qian understood this to mean he hadn’t made any surprise attacks during the ride, thwarting her opportunity to kill in rightful self-defense, which had left her somewhat disappointed.

Otherwise, there was no explaining why she would so boldly let such a dangerous individual sit in the backseat, though he was only an ordinary person.

Beyond that, she even bothered to put a blanket on the car seat.

It made one wonder if she was worried about dirtying the car when suffocating someone to death.

Looking through the window at that moment, one could see the outside looking eerily familiar.

It was indeed the Kagetsu Family Mansion they had visited before.

Even a short distance from the neighboring window, one could discern a sliver of light, clearly indicating that Aoki was still discreetly observing.

In the cover of night, the mansion was now starkly cordoned off with police tape, and even two uniformed officers stood guard at the gate, scrutinizing the car that had just pulled up.

The case appeared to be temporarily deemed unrelated to the Transcendents.

After observing for a while, Fu Qian, with his right hand simply bandaged, tucked it into his pocket and compliantly got out of the car.

Upon clearly seeing Suzune’s face, the two police officers visibly relaxed, one of them instantly turned into a tour guide and led the two to the crime scene.

Reaching the second floor, it was evident that the crime scene had been preserved as much as possible without being disturbed; whether this was at Suzune’s special request was unknown.

In the modestly sized bathroom at that moment, one could see a bathtub filled with a mixture of ice and water, and the previously seen Kisaragi Iketa was lying naked inside.

The lower half of his body was slashed open, the blood dyeing everything red.

Even the murder weapon was instantly recognizable—a short blade that looked like a piece of craftsmanship, angled in the bathtub, its delicate carvings stained with blood.

“Do you have any thoughts?”

As Fu Qian observed the scene, Suzune was almost constantly staring at him, and now she directly asked.

It was clear that confronted with this bloody scene, her emotions were somewhat repressed.

“Non-professional.”

In response to her question, Fu Qian actually bent down seriously to examine the corpse.

“Although the wound was inflicted in one go, the technique is clearly not smooth enough, obviously not using a knife frequently.”

“Just grab any butcher, and their cuts would surely be neater than this.”

…

“What else?”

Under Fu Qian’s analysis, not only did the policeman beside them glance sideways, but Suzune’s expression twisted as well, yet she finally pressed on in a suppressed voice, continuing to ask.

“What else, you ask!”

Fu Qian stood up, knocked on his head.

The next moment he suddenly gazed up at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes unfocused, his voice ethereal.

“There’s no indication of forced entry, because the person with the knife understands this house very well, no need for such brutality…”

“They even knew the victim was exhausted in both body and mind, not vigilant of his surroundings, just passing through one door after another, step by step up the stairs…”

“His actions were firm and sacred, like a shepherd granting relief to his suffering lambs…”

“I understand now!”

Facing this scene, one of the police officers finally had an epiphany, unable to help an exclamation.

“This is the legendary empathic ability! He’s entering the mind of the perpetrator, reconstructing the crime!” the officer said with a look of deep understanding.

…

The officer’s comment almost made Suzune choke on her breath.

Looking at the gleam in his eyes, she really wanted to say this was not empathy but restraint; this person before her was just too abnormal.

Unfortunately, before she could say anything, the sound of someone coming upstairs actually reached them from behind.

For a moment, the two officers were quite frightened and simultaneously turned to look.

The next moment, another uniformed officer appeared at the stairwell, followed by two young women.

Kagetsu Kana and her fortune-teller older sister.

It was obvious that the two sisters had already heard the news on their way there, and now, faced with this bloody scene, their expressions, despite their contrasting personalities and appearances, were both woodenly the same.

At this moment, Fu Qian’s immersion was still not over.

“The ice water would delay the seepage of blood… It hoped for Mister Kisaragi to last until the very end; this was a premeditated plan…”

“In fact, Mister Kisaragi did last until the end… and even mustered the strength to resist during the process.”

“But the identity of the person wielding the knife made him not want to resist anymore…”

As the last sentence concluded, Fu Qian slowly stood up and surveyed everyone in the room with an expression as if he were browsing through a vegetable market.