Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Kakuda City Hospital.

Another dead man! A policeman on duty on a bicycle patrol found the body of a man in an alley.

After the case of the murder of a female high school student, the nerves of the police were tense, fearing that there would be a dead person, but the most worrying thing, and the worse thing finally happened. When the male body was found, it was brutally murdered. The body was dismembered, palms and thighs were scattered on the ground, and there was still a smile on his face before he died.

The discovered corpse was quickly pushed to the forensic team from Sendai. Doctors from Kakuda City gathered around to refuel, and there was a tall man standing next to it. It would be a waste of resources not to use it.

Turn on the shadowless lamp, pull off the filter mask, disinfect and put on gloves.

But Jian Hei Tibetan didn't dissect the corpse. He walked around the corpse twice and then stood where he was.

Jian Hei Tibetan rotated the sharp scalpel with two fingers. Seeing the cold light of the knife, one couldn't help shrinking one's head, for fear that the scalpel would suddenly fly up and stab itself.

"Forget about autopsy, just call the Sendai police."

"What?" The assistant didn't understand what the team leader meant for a moment.

"It's a supernatural murder. Report it to the police in Sendai. They know better than us." Jian Hei Tibetan put a scalpel on his neck and gently slid the stubble on it, "I guarantee it with my life."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!" Assistant Qi Ren hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but he didn't believe the team leader's claim that he would risk his life.

A black Tibetan pointed a scalpel at the wound on the corpse, like a butcher tasting pork.

"It's not our responsibility to deal with the supernatural, but the identification still depends on our forensic doctors."

"Look at the incision on his body. The skin, flesh, blood vessels, and bones are not uneven when viewed from the horizontal line. They are smooth, very smooth. To do this requires not only the speed of the knife, but also strength."

"Very, very strong strength." Jian Hei Tibetan waved the scalpel, "The strength that can cut off ten yuan of turning heads with one palm."

"And you have seen this smile. Before the deceased could react, death had already come. Of course, it is not ruled out that he may have taken psychotropic drugs."

"Get the microscope ready, extract the wound, and let us see what kind of weapon the murderer used."

Jianhei Tibetan seems to be explaining to the doctors under his hand, but in fact he is talking to himself, and Jianhei is already immersed in his work.

The assistant Qiren returned to the room with the phone in his arms: "Call, I'm done calling, Sendai said I'll be there soon."

"good."

...

The police from Sendai City hadn't arrived yet, but the two reporters from Sendai City had driven here with foresight.

The hatchback car was driving fast on the road, and the modified vehicle made a roar.

The scenery of mountains receded rapidly outside the window, and the young man who was driving in the right driver's seat looked at his uncle in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Is there really supernatural, uncle?" After avoiding a truck, the young man asked in a puzzled tone, "It's still in such a remote place."

"Trust your uncle's judgment."

If Qiren was in the car, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the reporter sitting in the back seat was the newspaper reporter he had been providing information in exchange for payment.

"But... didn't the informant also say that there is no supernatural here in Kakuda City? There have been too many such suspected supernatural incidents recently, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false."

"Hey, my good nephew, you are as naive as your mother." The reporter with a beard adjusted the camera in his hand, "The other party can't tell us this kind of thing openly, even if you give money. "

"So you have to learn to analyze from the other party's words. That Qiren is too naive. Uncle can tell from his words that he is hiding something. This kind of inexperienced person is the easiest to guess."

"Already know that he has something to hide, and then think about where to ask for forensic support from Sendai. It will definitely not be a trivial matter."

The young man who was driving was steadily operating the steering wheel, thinking that he seemed to be a college student who had just graduated, and he was also inexperienced in the world. Could it be that uncle was talking about himself in a roundabout way between the lines.

"But... isn't it a bit arbitrary based on these things?"

"Arbitrariness, what is arbitrariness? In the eyes of those who demand absolute stability, even if it is a sure thing, they only see the 10% risk in their eyes. As a reporter, what is afraid of is not arbitrariness, but what you are afraid of. The source of the news, and for us, from Sendai to here, at most it will cost a little gas. Even if I find out that my judgment is wrong, it will only waste a few days and there is no loss, but if it succeeds, it will be a great achievement one piece."

"Yeah." The young man admired his uncle since he was a child, and he is still alive and kicking after reporting so many things to his death.

He was not disposed of in secret, and he was earning more and more money, otherwise his family would not have allowed him to study under his uncle. After a few months, he has also seen how journalists make money.

It is impossible for practitioners and operators of all walks of life to complete safety and sanitation in full compliance with national standards. There must be mistakes in certain links, and uncle's money is "extorted" through these small mistakes.

You won't give me money? Yes, then wait for me to start a relationship and expose you to this newspaper or other colleagues. Under the magnifying glass of the reporters, a small detail can become an intolerable stain. For the sake of their own business operators, they have to be unwilling The ones who don't want to give a thank you money, but the only good thing about my uncle is that he won't call a clean company a black one, and deliberately make it difficult for other people's companies.

Urging producers to pay attention to safety and hygiene, can this actually be said to be a good deed? perhaps.

"But, Uncle. Even if it is filmed, we have no place to publish it."

"Didi."

The car overtook the slow-moving truck in front, and the young man slapped the rear lights to express his gratitude.

"Not being able to publish it now doesn't mean it won't be published in the future. Looking ahead, the world is changing so fast, maybe the government will loosen news restrictions in a few days, and then we will have first-hand information in our hands."

"With this first-hand information, the newspaper office can't treat us well, or sell it to other newspaper offices."

While talking, the built-up area of ​​Kakuda City has appeared in front of my eyes, a peaceful and quiet rural scene.

Driving into the town, there are low buildings lined up in front of you. The few taller ones are hospitals and other public facilities. The young man driving the car slowly opened his eyes wide. He sucked his nose violently and his pupils contracted violently. , everything is like a slow-motion shot in a movie.

"Skr!!"

He slammed on the brakes, and the tires made black ruts on the ground.

"Oh! Don't stop so hard, my lens almost fell off, it's very expensive."

"Uncle, what is that?"

The title is wrong, this is chapter 241