21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 250 - 247 Evidence

Whether the phone call received by Misumi Mikoto was a prank or not, since it mentioned the important clue of the red goldfish, she and the Nakado Department could definitely not ignore this call.

Especially for the Nakado Department, having waited eight years for the second red goldfish to appear before them, even if a fiery mountain of blades awaited them, Rokuro would surely go, not to mention a call that seemed like a prank yet mentioned key information.

So when the two drove to the Kosei Real Estate mentioned in the call, Rokuro had already dashed out of the car before it even came to a complete stop, charging toward the woman standing at the entrance of Kosei Real Estate.

However, before he could even speak, the woman who saw him charging toward her thrust the handle of the sword that was in her sword bag into his chest, knocking the air out of him and pinning him to the ground with the sheath across his neck.

"I can understand your feelings, but I hate it when people charge at me like that, especially men," said Kojo Kyoko, the one who had taken down Rokuro. She pressed the sheath into his chest, pinning him face down on the ground so he couldn’t stand, while also looking up at Misumi Mikoto who was running over, "Hello, Dr. Misumi, though we’ve met before, let me introduce myself again.

I am Kojo Kyoko, a member of the Mingyue Society."

"Mingyue Society? You’re with Mingyue Society too? Then the body you found last night was..." Misumi Mikoto suddenly felt startled, unprepared for Mingyue Society’s involvement in this matter.

"Don’t misunderstand, we were simply ordered to investigate the fire that occurred there.

Discovering the body was also beyond my expectations," Kojo Kyoko lifted her sheath, releasing Rokuro on the ground just as he was about to charge at her again, pushing the sheath into his chest, "If I were you, I would calm down and use my brain to assess the situation in front of me instead of acting impulsively. You’ve waited eight years, what’s a few more minutes?"

"It’s precisely because I’ve waited eight years that I can’t wait another minute, another second," Rokuro growled like a wounded beast, but he seemed to be restrained by an invisible iron chain. Though agitated and restless with anger pinned by Kyoko’s sheath, he found no outlet for his rage.

"Calm down, Dr. Nakado," Misumi Mikoto soothed Rokuro’s emotions and gestured Kube Rokuro to hold him back before asking Kojo Kyoko, "Miss Kojo, did you call us here? You said you have a clue related to the red goldfish? And what’s this about a pink hippo you mentioned?"

The phrase "pink hippo," like the red goldfish, seemed taboo, stirring Rokuro into agitation again as he shouted loudly, "Where did you hear about the pink hippo? Yukiko was found with a drawing of a pink hippo when she was killed! How do you know about it?"

"Dr. Misumi, if you can’t calm him down, I might need to take some necessary measures," Kojo Kyoko frowned slightly, watching the agitated Rokuro. She could understand to what lengths a man would go for a girlfriend murdered eight years ago, but dealing with a person in such a feral state wasn’t a pleasant prospect for Kyoko.

After Misumi Mikoto and Kube Rokuro calmed Rokuro’s emotions and he finally settled down, Kojo Kyoko began to speak, "Someone commissioned our Mingyue Society to investigate the fire, so we checked the building where the fire started and the one next to it that wasn’t completely burnt down. That’s how we found the body last night.

And not only the body, we also caught a reporter in the building across the street."

"A reporter? You’ve caught...that must be illegal, right?" Misumi Mikoto watched Kojo Kyoko unlock the padlocked front door of Kosei Real Estate and noticed the split-open lock on the ground, she asked feebly.

"The law? If everything was done according to the law, you might have to wait another eight years to catch the murderer," Kojo Kyoko retorted, leading them into Kosei Real Estate and continued, "Because that reporter had been staking out there for a long time and acted suspiciously, we used some interrogation methods to pry information from him.

This is a chain of serial killings; to date, there have been twenty-five victims, all young women, and each murder different in method, but every victim had the trademark red goldfish mark in their mouth."

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"Twenty-five people?" The figure surprised all three members of UDI, the magnitude of twenty-five vibrant lives was just too grisly, leaving Misumi Mikoto momentarily unable to accept it, "Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence? The evidence is right here." Kojo Kyoko said as she led them past the reception area of Kosei Real Estate into the living quarters at the back.

It was a very ordinary Japanese house, except the front had been converted into a shopfront for office use, while the back remained a living space. On the wall of the living room hung a common children’s alphabet chart, but each letter was followed by a word. However, there was still one gap; the alphabet chart had not been completely filled in.

"This is..." Misumi Mikoto was shocked to see the alphabet chart. As a forensic doctor, she could tell that each word written was a method of killing.

"This is the memento left by the killer. For every person he killed, he left a memento. He believes he is completing a great feat," Kyoko said with sarcasm, while the Dark Warrior accompanying her stepped out of the room and placed a cardboard box in front of them, "These are belongings from the twenty-five earlier victims kept by the killer. Dr.

Nakado, your girlfriend’s memento, the pink hippo, is also inside."

Upon hearing Kojo Kyoko’s words, Rokuro could no longer hold back. He wrenched free from Kube Rokuro’s hold and lunged at the box, his hands trembling as he opened it to see a stack of drawings inside. His tears fell, and he let out a wail filled with grief.

Rokuro’s bowed head was silent, all his anger and sorrow exhausted over the eight years, leaving only a cold and desolate heart bent on revenge. The sight of his past girlfriend’s belongings tore open old wounds deep within, causing him to feel a bone-piercing pain.