Akira Kashima just couldn't tell who the murderer was just from the surveillance.

The only verified indicator is the frequency of the opponent's pace, because after killing someone, although a lot of physical strength is consumed, no matter what kind of personality it is, the pace when walking is slightly faster.

Maybe it was because I wanted to leave the scene quickly.

It may also be out of a happy mood.

Of course, it may also be because of the brisk feeling nervous.

But Akira Kashima found that the pace of these two people walking much faster to varying degrees, which made him unable to judge.

I can only catch all these two people.

Takasaki Sugi immediately retelled the two's appearance and dressed, and searched inside the comic convention first, but they all knew that their hope was a little slim.

Because shortly after Takasaki Sugi issued the order, his subordinate police department told Takasaki Sugi through the intercom that they found a set of clothes wrapped in a murder weapon in a trash can outside the comic exhibition.

From short-sleeved jackets on the outside to pants, shoes and underwear.

The weapon is a relatively short dagger.

"What else can I find besides these?" Takasaki Sugi asked again.

"Yes, in these clothes, we also saw a playing card... Xiao Wang."

Xiao Wang, that is, the black and white clown.

The murderers who have appeared in Tokyo many times, killing people as they please, making people unable to find any rules and their methods are very cruel, but their whereabouts are uncertain, and even if they send a lot of energy, they cannot catch each other.

Even if they have learned that the other party has the following identity, Kei Sakurai.

"The murderer is from your school. Do you know anything about Kashima Akira?" Takasaki Sugi turned his head and looked at Kashima Akira, wanting to see something from the other party's eyes.

"I don't know. You can check all my whereabouts. I didn't tell any lie. It is true that this may be done by the clown, but it may also be done by others who pretend to be clowns. After all, many people outside know about the cases that the clown once committed. Do you think anyone is willing to learn from him?" Akira Kashima said calmly.

"And I have contacted that green-haired uncle, and it is not very likely that he is a clown to pretend to be a clown." Akira Kashima explained again.

Takasaki Sugi can actually figure out these joints. As for asking about Akira Kashima, he actually just cheated according to his professional habits. If he can cheat something, it would naturally be a surprise. If the other party is really not the murderer or has nothing to do with the murderer, then the clear person will be cleared.

"So let's put the slenderness of the green hair aside for the time being. At present, the most suspected person is the repairman. The other party is tightly wrapped, wearing a hat and a mask. It is difficult to see the other party's wool from the perspective of the surveillance camera. However, from the perspective of body shape, Kei Sakurai should be able to eliminate it first. After all, this body shape is really different."

Takasaki Sugi also proposed his own analysis: "Then it seems that someone is imitating him?"

At this time, the entrance of the venue had been taken over by the police department that followed. Only two exits were left in the entire exhibition hall. The security guards and the police department checked out at the same time. Once the person who found the physical characteristics of the person Takasaki Sugi said, they would be isolated immediately.

So there are six or seven small greens at the door now.

At this time, if you look at the two exits from a high place, you can only see a colorful color, but white is the most lie.

All are white flesh.

In a corner of the exhibition hall, an elderly boy slowly threw the things lined in the mechanic's coat he had worn before into the trash can, then simply sorted out his hair, took out a mask with a big smile from his pocket, and put it on his face.

Then he walked towards the door with a swagger.

Always lined up behind the crowd.

It was almost half an hour before it was his turn.

The one who checked him was a security guard.

"Take off the mask." said the security guard. Ninety percent of security guards actually have a dream of police, but for various reasons, they only became security guards.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to work with the police, they naturally take it seriously and severely.

"Brother, I can't take off my mask. I'm still wearing medicine when my mouth is injured. I can't see the light, but I can show it to you." The boy said, looking left and right, approaching the security guard, and then slowly pulling the mask up from his chin and pulling it under his nose.

And a mouth that came into the eyes of the security guard.

Laughing.

Laughing wildly.

But this is not his own laughter, but his mouth shape.

Because the sides of the corners of this person's mouth seemed to be cut open by some sharp weapon!

It spread all the way to the left and right positions of people's back grooves, and these two wounds seemed to be stitched with needles and threads, and they were simply and roughly stitched together, and the flesh was rolled up, and some areas had just scabbed.

It's like a shabby rag doll that has been stitched together, but this is not a rag doll, but a living human face.

A scammering laughter.

The boy just showed it a little and quickly pulled it up.

It only took a few seconds, but the security guards were all wet.

"You..." The security guard wanted to say something, but the young man clasped his hands together, with a prayer in his eyes, as if he wanted to save some face for him and not say it out in public.

The security guard finally looked at the other person's eyes and finally felt soft.

This may be a poor child.

There is such a hideous face under such a weak eyes.

If it weren't for misfortune, who would have made his face like that?

"Okay, you go." The security guard waved his hand and said, "Next!"

The boy was released like this.

The sun was just right outside the venue, but it was warm but not hot. It was also very comfortable to sun on the body, which made the boy stretch.

Suddenly he felt a little itchy at the corner of his mouth.

Maybe the wound is healing.

Under the mask, he licked the wound with his tongue.

A little comfortable, but also a little tingling.

"Hehehe...hahaha!" The boy changed from a chuckle to a cheerful laugh, but his laughter only attracted the attention of some others.

"Kashima, you probably know it's me. How did I do this time? I really look forward to you being able to call me to praise me in the evening."

The clown thought to himself.

......

Akira Kashima learned in the venue that the deceased's clothes and weapons were found, and there was also a little devil in the playing card that also appeared in the clothes package.

Although Takasaki Sugi just reasoned that the repairman was Sakurai Kei, or the clown, was unlikely to say that the repairman was not Sakurai, and Akira Kashima didn't say anything at that time. But he was a little suspicious.

Kei Sakurai himself is a victim of campus violence. When he called him yesterday, although he was calm on the phone, Akira Kashima still felt something was wrong after thinking about it.

But it was too late that day, and Akira Kashima lived at Haysaka's house and it was not convenient to go out, so I didn't think much about it.

But now... Akira Kashima decided to go back tonight and call Kei Sakurai to ask.

He felt that Kei Sakurai would not lie to him... probably not.

......

Finally, the uncle found it, but he just went in to use the toilet. During this period, he seemed to hear something again. However, when he thought of the words under maintenance in the toilet, he thought that the staff was repairing the toilet next to him.

I didn't care too much.

At this time, the evidence was also taken back to the police station by colleagues from the evidence department, and no fingerprints of anyone were detected.

Then the uncle at the comic exhibition was also searched for his god. There was no place to do it. The schoolbag contained a thick computer. With this space, it was impossible to install the dead man's clothes, pants, shoes and wigs.

When asked why the other party brought the computer, the uncle also said: "My job is a programmer. This time I went to see the comic exhibition and asked for leave from the company. But if the company has any urgent tasks, I can also work immediately outside."

Very dedicated to your job.

Then the next incident will be clear. The murderer may only be the one who pretended to be a repairman, but the person has not been found yet.

Maybe the other party has left here?

Takasaki Sugi didn't believe in evil, so he looked at the surveillance camera over and over again, looked at the toilet more than ten times, and then started to look at the two exits at four times speed from beginning to end.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a thin boy queuing up with a mask at exit B, but after encountering the security guard's inspection, he turned his body to block the camera. It seemed that he had pulled the mask.

But the security guard then changed his expression and sighed again, letting him pass.

"This person...mask...tie a body type..."

"Take this security guard to the monitoring room immediately. I have something to ask him!" Takasaki Sugi yelled at the walkie-talkie!

At the same time, he began to ask the staff here to restore the young man's walking trajectory in order.

Keep going forward.

Until the boy on the screen disappeared and became a repairman at the toilet door just now.

"Send another person! Go to Area C, find the trash can near a pink stage! See if there are any repairman's clothes!"

Akira Kashima was watching from the side. In fact, when Takasaki Sugi saw the first time he saw the exported food, Akira Kashima noticed the clown.

In an instant, he locked in the other party, Kei Sakurai.

He actually came!

He killed someone again!
To be continued...