Chapter 546: Chapter 546 Beauty (Part Three)_1 Chapter 546: Chapter 546 Beauty (Part Three)_1 Look, the potential of life is just infinite!
Inside the Dark Gate, Fu Qian stretched out his hand and took the docunts that Takagi handed over, feeling a serious sense of wonder in his heart.
He certainly knew that this man was not the killer, and there were no traces of any corpses around.
But facing a needle in the haystack, and with Kagetsu Kana’s sister and father obviously unaware, he needed a clue to increase the probability and reduce the amount of work.
Considering the legendary charm of the deceased, Fu Qian believed that such a neighbor should not be an exception.
It turned out that when there was nowhere to start, sexual desire combined with the will to survive is a wonderful probe indeed.
The seemingly upright but secretly passionate man in front of him, driven by the two most primal human desires, displayed the efficacy of a Sherlock Hols.
Amidst his musings, Fu Qian casually opened a file folder.
This individual had been modest, the information in front of him was far from just a little, it was incredibly detailed.
Each file folder contained information on just one person, from their na and age to their address and occupation—everything one could possibly need.
And from the contents, it was apparent that Kagetsu Kana was popular among n of all age groups, with little common ground between them.
But without a doubt, each of the n in the files had the ability to kill a twenty-year-old woman on his own.
“Among these n, which one do you dislike the most?”
After leisurely flipping through a dozen or so files, Fu Qian tapped his finger on the docunts, looking thoughtfully at Takagi.
The most disliked…
Takagi was stunned for a mont before he caught on to Fu Qian’s question, by which ti the latter had already pulled out all the photos from the files and laid them out in front of him.
And the next mont, his gaze naturally rested on one of them.
This one?
Fu Qian picked up the photo. It was a middle-aged man of around forty, with greenish-blue eyes, blond hair, no beard, looking quite dashing.
Darcy Crawford.
“In the usual sense, indeed he’s soone who could be seen as a threat to his peers,” Fu Qian nodded and comnted.
“No… It’s not just that!”
Takagi, who had been silent, finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up.
“It’s a different kind of dislike… I admit he’s indeed very charming, perhaps even the most charming one, but to , he simply… doesn’t seem human.”
“Oh? How so?”
…
“The way he looked at Kana was different from the others.”
Takagi struggled to articulate, eventually pushing out a sentence.
“That aspect doesn’t seem reflected in the materials.”
Fu Qian recalled the content he had just read, if he rembered correctly, this man’s information was in fact the least of all.
“Anything else?”
“…No, that’s it.”
Takagi was clearly aware his words lacked persuasive power and looked sowhat dejected.
“Thank you for the information you’ve provided.”
Without saying much more, Fu Qian put down the file folder, smiled, thanked him, and left.
As for the photos on the wall, Fu Qian had no intention whatsoever of touching them.
In this hormone-rippled space, it was hard to ensure what those things had been caressed by.
…
If I’m not mistaken, this should be the place.
Half an hour later, under the gradually sloping setting sun, Fu Qian looked up at the building in front of him.
Within the ivory walls was an amazingly large mansion.
This Mr. Darcy was obviously very wealthy, his residence also stood as a model in the affluent area where he lived.
Indeed, from the many candidates, Fu Qian had chosen the one that Takagi was most fearful of.
Although there was a lack of too much information and no reason to confirm that Darcy was the murderer,
they were currently searching for a needle in a haystack, so there was no need to be overly rigid in their thinking.
Fu Qian chose to trust Takagi’s intuition.
How did that saying go again—the most charming are the most dangerous.
For won, this was often true.
…
Beneath the soft light, a tall figure wearing an apron was diligently washing the food in his hands.
His expression was focused and profound as he didn’t miss any detail, ensuring all blood and mucus were washed away until the lung turned a pale pink.
In the vast room, only the sound of running water and the record player could be heard.
As the song ended, the cook was finally satisfied, turned around to put down the ingredients, and reached for a kitchen knife nearby.
Just then, he noticed an unusual movent out of the corner of his eye.
Hi!
Next to the dining table, a high school student’s silhouette had sohow taken a seat.
Seeing him turn to look, the newcor even greeted him quite familiarly.
“Who are you?”
Darcy Crawford displayed remarkable calm as he set down what he was holding and, without haste, dried his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
“Isn’t it a bit vulgar to talk about that at monts like this?”
However, the seated figure didn’t answer his question but instead pointed inside the kitchen.
“Speaking of which, where did you dispose of the parts of the food you didn’t use?”
…
While Darcy remained silent, Fu Qian took the opportunity to look around the rest of the kitchen.
It was evident that this person, who knew the importance of freshness in ingredients, had no intention of preserving them by refrigeration.
Besides the newly washed lungs, there were a processed liver and a heart to be seen.
And as a connoisseur of kidneys, Fu Qian was absolutely certain that these ca from humans and had been recently removed.
Not only had he found the right place, but he could even confirm Kagetsu Kana’s cause of death.
Indeed, n understood n best; the inhuman glance that Takagi had ntioned was likely the look of soone appraising food.
“Co with .”
Compared to Takagi, there was no doubt that Darcy was far more composed.
After sizing up Fu Qian, he quickly realized that soone who could sneak in so quietly was not ordinary. So he didn’t try to resist, but rather responded promptly to Fu Qian’s question.
Considering the other’s cooperation, Fu Qian pretended to ignore the kitchen knife Darcy had hidden in his hand.
“I don’t recall inviting any guests.”
Darcy, walking ahead, even kept up a composed conversation with Fu Qian.
“So if you want to stay for dinner, you’ll need to wait a bit longer.”
“I’m always patient, but my plans for tonight hinge on seeing the discarded parts first,” Fu Qian replied casually from behind.
Although he had no interest in cannibalism, Fu Qian was curious about how his mission would change after finding Kagetsu Kana’s body.
In any case, it seed unlikely to avoid the incident being noticed by the Yasui Group.
After he finished speaking, Darcy fell silent for a mont, clearly unable to ascertain Fu Qian’s intentions.
“This is the place.”
In the midst of this exchange, the two had crossed most of the yard and finally opened a passage leading downwards.
A strong stench of blood burst forth.
Fu Qian didn’t hold back and promptly descended the passage.
Soon, a broad stone slab appeared in front of him, and a slender, naked body was lying prostrate on it.
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