The door of the laboratory room was opened, and the first person to walk in was a young man in a fitted suit and glasses. He had a casual smile on his face, as if he had come to his back garden, and walked in without any precautions.

All the employees of this person know this person. It is Kyujo Sikong. Sometimes he comes here to patrol. Everyone is not surprised when his appearance is not surprising.

But the seven or eight people who appeared behind him were unable to let go. They were policemen, each fully armed with a criminal policeman holding weapons.

"President Kyujo?" Hasegawa looked at Kyujo Sikong with a vigilant face, "Why did you bring the police to our laboratory?"

Hasegawa Yoshikawa's heart sank. She originally thought that an invasion might have occurred, but now she didn't expect that the invasion was actually Sikong Kyujo.

The police walked towards Hasegawa Wei and the people holding electric stun guns and took out their documents from their pockets: "Miss, we are from the Metropolitan Police Department. I hope you can cooperate with my work and give these weapons to us for safekeeping for the time being?"

Hasegawa Wei did not respond to the criminal police, but took a step back with a vigilance and looked at Sikong Kyujo: "President Kyujo, what does this mean?"

"It's not interesting. This matter has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with all of you. As long as you put down your gun, no one will make things difficult for you."

Kyujo Sikong shrugged and said meaningfully, "I hope you don't do anything that makes me dissatisfied. After all, the man Baiju Ersi has long been dead. Now you are the only one who is most familiar with Wang Xiangwo."

I don’t know if it was an advice or a threat to Kyujo Sikong’s words, but Hasegawa Yui hesitated for a moment and put down his gun.

"Very good, very cognitive about the current affairs. If you can always be aware of your appearance like this, I will continue to let you be the team leader." Kyujo Sikong praised him and looked around the other people hiding, "And you, stand up too, do whatever you should do, don't care about me."

The researchers stood up from their hiding place and returned to their original position. The staff also restored the flashing red lights and the rapid flute sound.

Hasegawa Yui-masa was trying to ask them what they wanted to do, but suddenly, a detective spoke: "Mr. Kujo, where are you talking about?"

"Here." Kyujo Sikong walked towards a room and made a gesture of inviting him, "I'm talking about this room."

A policeman came to the door of the room, twisted the door handle, and found that the door was locked from the inside. He turned his gaze to everyone and asked, "Who has the key to this room?"

"That's the lady's temporary room...we don't have the keys." A researcher hesitated. They didn't know what these people came for and didn't know if their answer was correct.

"Mr. Kyujo?"

The criminal policeman looked at Jiujo Sikong with an inquiring look, and Jiujo Sikong yawned lazily: "You can do whatever you should do, don't care about me."

With the permission of Jiujo Sikong, the criminal policeman put the door on his feet wearing leather boots. One, two strokes, the door was very strong and he couldn't break it open.

He raised the gun in his hand and prepared to aim at the door lock to penetrate the door with a bullet, but looking at the surrounding environment, it was easy to injure the others by bombing the bullet. He gave up the idea and waved at his teammates.

Soon, a man carrying a big bag ran over, took out the lock-opening tool from it and began to tinker with the door lock.

All the researchers looked at Kujo Sikong in anger, not knowing what he wanted to do. Until half a minute later, the door was forcibly broken and they saw the person in the room.

The dead man.

An old man with a gray beard sat on the bed and leaned against the wall. The blood spurted out of his temple dyed the wall bright red. He had a pistol in his hand, which seemed to be the weapon that killed him.

He was obviously dead, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's...Haise Urayaki Hikaru?" Hasegawa Yu calmed down, his voice trembling, "Why is he in our laboratory? And..."

Hayase Urasaki was wearing the same white coat as the researchers. Everyone was busy. I don’t know when he came to the laboratory, but he hid in Asuiki’s room...

"Secretary Hayase is really dead..." Kyujo Sikong walked to the door of the room and saw Hayase's death scene. He had a cold smile on his face, "The murderer is no one else, but my sister."

"President, why do you say that? It's obviously suicide!" Hasegawa Yui stepped forward and walked a few steps, and was immediately stopped by a policeman.

"Miss, please respect yourself."

"It's very simple, because this policeman contacted me before he died, hoping that I could uphold justice for him." Kyujo Sikong covered his hand on his face and said with a disgrace, "You should listen to this policeman's specific matters, I really feel sorry."

A policeman put his gun down, clenched his fists, and his voice was filled with grief and anger: "Secretary Hayase did not come to the police station this morning. We didn't know what happened at first, but we just thought he was late.

Just an hour ago, we received a call from Mr. Kyujo Sikong, saying that the head of the department committed suicide. We didn't believe it at first, but when we came to his office, we found a message on the head of the head of the department.

He said above that he would enter the Won Xiang Girl Middle School and become a detective who can permanently solve the case."

Hayase Urasaki Hikaru had already left a way out for him. In his message, he described himself as a good policeman who worked diligently and did not forget to solve the case even after being promoted. Now he felt that he was nervous and could not maintain his energy when he was young, so he decided to give up his body.

In the message, he also specifically mentioned that this was Jiuzhao Fenghua that made this idea come to his mind. He thought about it for a long time and decided to believe Jiuzhao Fenghua.

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening."

This sentence is the last sentence in Notepad.

"Secretary Hayase is so miserable. He actually believed my sister's words and really committed suicide."

Kyujo Sikong sighed and asked Hasegawa Yui, "I would like to ask, has he ever appeared in Wangxiang Girl Middle School? Has he really become the ghost detective in his dream?"

Hasegawa Wei had a cold face and did not answer him. He asked another researcher.

The researcher subconsciously shook his head: "A storm in the well just happened, and now the communication has been restored, but we have not seen this Hayase Chief..."

"In other words, Chief Hayase did not leave his consciousness. He is really dead." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Sikong's mouth and pushed his glasses. "In this way, my sister is instigating murder, right?"
Chapter completed!