The White-Haired Murderer!

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Fugaku stared at Aoba with his dark eyes, full of doubts. He moved closer to Aoba and carefully stared at his head.

"Why do you have a headache?"

"How about I take you to the hospital?"

"Your body is more important!"

Fugaku said this sentence by sentence. Through his voice, you could feel that he was not hypocritically saying these words but really caring about Aoba.

In his heart.

He had already regarded Aoba as a friend.

That was why he ran over to talk to Aoba about the case.

It had to be known that they, Konoha Military Police Force, usually would not tell any outsider about these things!

"I'm really fine..."

Aoba waved his right hand, his left hand still supporting his head. Then, he slowly raised his head and met Fugaku's concerned gaze. He immediately explained with a bitter smile.

"This is my old illness. In the past, my body was sickly, and I would have a splitting headache when I used Yamanaka's clan secret technique to read memories. Now, there are more or less some sequelae left."

Aoba showed a frail appearance. Fugaku, standing next to him, was Konoha Military Police Force's person. His insight was meticulous, so Aoba had to pay attention to it. He still had to devise a relatively reasonable reason to avoid any mistakes.

"So that's the case. Is there no way to remedy it?" Fugaku immediately asked. In his heart, he could still understand Aoba's feelings. He had already awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. But at the same time, his consumption had significantly increased. Especially after he had used Amaterasu last time, he felt his eyes were about to go blind.

"I have asked the medical ninjas. They only say to reduce the number of times I read memories as much as possible, but I am Konohagakure Intelligence Division's ninja. There are many things I can't help but use it." Aoba waved his hand again. Then, he took a deep breath and sat up again. He seemed already fine and said to Fugaku, "Brother Fugaku, I have already recovered. You can continue!"

"Mm..."

Fugaku stared deeply at Aoba. He didn't dwell on this topic any further.

But...

He still wanted to ask Aoba for help.

"The third person was the owner of a teahouse in the village. He died after the clerk, who was hacked to death by a card. He was also greatly tortured. However, the owner did not suffer any injuries or bleed to death like the previous two people. Instead, he died from suffocation!" Fugaku frowned tightly. He recalled these scenes in his mind and felt that they were incredible. It was as if it was a prank. He worked in Konoha Military Police Force for many years but had never seen such a death.

"Suffocate to death?" Fugaku's words forcibly pulled Aoba's attention back. He understood that if he did not send Fugaku away, he would not be able to look through the Uzumaki Clan's memory patiently. After that, he asked, "Was he strangled to death?"

"No!"

Fugaku shook his head directly. He hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"It was the teahouse sever who found the teahouse owner dead. The owner died in a private seat, his mouth and nose were stuffed with pudding, and his trachea was completely blocked. He died of suffocation!" Fugaku said in a deep voice.

"Pudding?" The more Aoba listened, the more he felt it was strange. He asked, "Is there any pudding in the teahouse?"

"The teahouse doesn't sell pudding, but this owner has a habit of making pudding. According to the server, he seems to like pudding very much, and according to our current investigation, the two people before this teahouse owner have no intersection. We can't find any connection at all. But I think the same person killed them." Fugaku said with a serious expression.

"Ah, this..."

The corners of Aoba's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't know what to say. He had clearly transmigrated to the Ninja World. If not for his clear mind, he would have thought that he had gone to the wrong set and come to Conan.

What the hell was this?

A serial killer appears in Konohagakure?

Aoba did not know how to respond to Fugaku's words, but he was very clear that it was difficult to give a specific judgment on this matter.

"The fourth person was just discovered before I came to you!" Fugaku's voice sounded again, his tone filled with anger.

"Wait..."

After hearing this, Aoba immediately raised his hand to stop him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Fugaku in front of him.

"Brother Fugaku."

"You came to me right after the fourth person died?"

"Do you think I killed all these people?"

"I have been in the dormitory all the time!"

"You can't slander good people!"

Aoba explained to Fugaku one sentence at a time. He knew in his heart that Fugaku was not suspecting him, and he also knew the purpose of Fugaku coming to him. But when he heard this sentence, this was his first thought.

"Hahahahaha!"

After hearing Aoba's words, Fugaku immediately laughed out loud, as if he had heard something particularly interesting, and immediately broke the serious atmosphere, which became much more relaxed.

"Aoba, what are you thinking? How can I doubt you? I just came here to ask you to help me investigate. We can't find any clues to connect them from the surface, nor do we know about the murderer. I hope you can help me read the memories of these four victims and see if they have seen the murderer before their death or find some clues that point to the identity of the murderer." Fugaku explained.

"Brother Fugaku, you saw it just now. I have read too many memories recently and have a headache. You still have the heart to let me read memories!" Aoba spread out his hands and said helplessly. After he said this, he quickly added, "Look at how many people Konohagakure Intelligence Division has. Why don't you try another one?"

"Aoba, this matter has to be done by you. I don't trust anyone else, and I don't think they will do their best to help me." Fugaku put away the smile on his face and looked a lot more serious.

"How can you be sure that I can do my best?" Aoba said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"When I was in trouble, there weren't many people I could trust and help me, but you were one of them!" Fugaku said sincerely.

"Eh..."

When Aoba saw Fugaku's expression, he thought of the words of the Second Hokage.

The Uchiha clan was a clan of sociopaths.

This clan had extreme love.

When it came to love, one could be blind, disregard everything, and devote themselves to it. Whether it was for a lover or a friend, a strong bond would be formed as long as the person recognized it.

Even.

In the face of love.

The Uchiha clan even surpasses the Senju clan, known for its love!

Correspondingly...

After such love was destroyed, it would turn into extreme hatred!

How strong the love was.

The hatred will be as turbulent as it was!

Now, Aoba felt that since the last time he helped Fugaku to confirm that the person who killed Sekai was Orochimaru...

Fugaku's attitude toward him had obviously changed.

This was something he could sense without having to feel it deliberately!

"Aoba, I haven't finished speaking just now. Before I came here, the fourth person was discovered. She was a woman, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was not a ninja. She worked at a hot spring house in the village. She was an ordinary attendant. The cause of her death was that her abdomen was hit by a blunt weapon, like a hammer, resulting in hemorrhage." After Fugaku finished talking about the fourth person, he took a deep breath and stared at Aoba. He said, "We haven't found any connection between these four people. I hope you can read their memories and tell us the murderer."

"Are we going now?"

Aoba knew there was no way to refuse Fugaku, so he might as well agree to it and finish it happily. This way, he could check the memories of the Uzumaki Clan when he returned.

"If it is convenient for you, come with me as soon as possible. You also know that the longer it delays, the more troublesome it is to read memories." Fugaku nodded to Aoba and continued, "Moreover, I seriously suspect this is revenge. The murderer might have different degrees of conflict with them. However, some things are not clear. If it is revenge, the murderer might reveal his identity before these people die to obtain the greatest pleasure. Maybe after you read their memories, you can directly tell us the identity of the murderer without finding any clues."

"I understand." Aoba knew what Fugaku meant. He did not say anything and directly went to his wardrobe to get clothes.

"Do you want to change into Anbu's ninja clothes?" Fugaku immediately asked when he saw Aoba's action.

"Of course."

Aoba nodded. As he spoke, he had already taken out Anbu's ninja clothes and began to put them on.

Soon.

Aoba put on Anbu's uniform and mask. He was fully armed, and it was impossible to tell who he was.

"Of course, I have to get dressed. I don't want everyone in the village to know I help you. That would be too troublesome." Aoba said indifferently.

"Hehehe..."

Fugaku smiled. He had long guessed that Aoba would do this, so he just smiled like this. Therefore, when he saw Aoba's actions, he was not anxious. Instead, he stared at Aoba.

Suddenly.

Fugaku's gaze fell on Aoba's new mask.

"Aoba, where did your cat face mask go? Why did you change it to a new style?" Fugaku asked directly.

"I left the cat face mask in the new era!" Aoba said very casually.

"? ? ?"

Question marks popped up in Fugaku's head. He stared at Aoba in surprise, not quite understanding what Aoba meant.

"Let's go!"

After putting on his clothes, Aoba immediately looked at Fugaku and did not explain too much about the previous topic.

"Okay."

Fugaku did not ask anything else. He knew that this was not important at all. What was important was what happened next.

Now, Aoba was following him to read the memories of the deceased.

It was very likely that he would find the murderer in one fell swoop.

Immediately.

Fugaku walked towards the entrance of Aoba's room and pushed open the door to the dark corridor outside.

Aoba followed behind Fugaku.

The two of them walked out together.

After walking out of Anbu's dormitory.

It was dark outside.

A full moon hung in the night sky, bringing a trace of light to the silent night so that the ground under their feet could still be seen clearly.

Aoba saw that it was still midnight outside and could not help but raise his hand to rub his forehead. He really came overnight!

"Aoba, are you alright? Do you have a headache again?" When Fugaku saw Aoba's actions, he immediately asked Aoba.

"En... a little... Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well..." Aoba said meaningfully.

"Okay then!" Fugaku could tell that Aoba was teasing him, so he did not say anything else. He directly led Aoba toward the Konoha Military Police Force station.

Not long after.

Under Fugaku's lead, Aoba arrived at the Konoha Military Police Force station. This was the first time he had come to Konoha Military Police Force station.

Fugaku seemed to have already greeted the people here. He nodded to the people guarding here and directly walked in. He was unimpeded along the way and did not encounter any difficulties.

"Aoba, I'll take you to see the fourth corpse first. She has just been placed here not long ago. We just carried out evidence collection work, and she has not been sent to Konoha Hospital. The other three corpses have been stored in Konoha Hospital." Fugaku looked at Aoba and said.

"Brother Fugaku, I only have one suggestion. Don't call my name later. I don't want to be famous here." A helpless expression appeared on the face of Aoba behind the mask.

"Hahahaha, good, good. I will remember it. I'll be careful next time!" Fugaku immediately laughed. He knew Aoba was vigilant and cautious, so he did not care much about it. He directly followed Aoba's thoughts.

After hearing Fugaku's positive answer, Aoba did not say anything else. He just followed Fugaku and walked into the Konoha Military Police Force station.

The two walked to the end of the corridor and entered the room on the left.

Fugaku raised his hand and pushed open the door.

At this moment.

Two people were standing in the room.

They were both Konoha Military Police Force's people.

However, their status was far inferior to Fugaku's.

"Fugaku-sama!"

The two Uchiha clan members immediately bowed toward Fugaku. Their expressions were rather respectful. After they finished speaking, their gazes focused on Aoba. They could not see Aoba's face through the mask, but it did not stop them from being curious about Aoba's identity.

"For the time being, there is nothing for you to do here. Go guard outside the door. Do not let anyone else in." Fugaku ordered the two Konoha Military Police Force ninjas.

"Yes!"

The two ninjas immediately moved and walked out of the room. Then they stood at the door and waited. According to Fugaku's instructions, no one was allowed to come in and complete the task of guarding the door.

In a short time.

Only Fugaku and Aoba were left in the room.

And...

A corpse lying on the cold iron bed.

"This is the fourth victim. I'll leave it to you. Help me catch that person. I'll definitely catch that person who dares to attack the villagers!" Fugaku clenched his fists and said coldly. What he hated the most now was this kind of person.

"Okay."

Aoba nodded. He did not care about Fugaku's words at all. After all, it was Orochimaru's.

And even if it affected him, it did not matter.

Suddenly.

Aoba walked up to the corpse.

The corpse's body was covered with a layer of white cloth. It could be seen through the uneven shape of the white cloth that it was a woman.

Aoba slowly lifted the white cloth covering the woman's head. In front of him was a pale but extremely hideous and distorted face. It could be seen that she had suffered specific pain before she died.

"How big of a grudge is this?"

When Aoba saw this scene, a big question mark appeared in his head. In the dramas he had seen before crossing over, there were very few scenes of such direct violent death.

"Yes! I can't figure this out either! If someone really hates her so much, it should have appeared when we investigate for clues!" Fugaku nodded and immediately urged, "Stop talking. Hurry up and read her memories to see who the murderer is!"

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Aoba looked up at Fugaku, then immediately raised his hands and pressed them on the woman's head.

Hum!

Both of Aoba's hands were suffused with chakra, and he used Yamanaka's secret technique to move the chakra toward the other party's brain.

"Ding Dong! Memory Reading Succesful! Obtained: Chakra Increase!"

A clear electronic prompt rang out in Aoba's mind, and simultaneously, a stream of memories poured into his mind.

Instantly.

Aoba immediately checked the woman's memory and looked at the last part.

This woman was called Suna.

She worked at Konohagakure's hot spring house.

She was responsible for accepting payment at the cash register.

She wasn't too busy and tired every day, but it took a lot of her time. This made her work hours relatively unstable.

Just when she got off work today.

Suna left the hot spring house and walked along the road she had walked countless times toward home.

Aoba's line of sight was directly in Suna's line of sight.

The overall environment of this road was dark. The distance between the two street lights was very far. The street lights were dim, and some of them were even flashing. It looked pretty horrifying.

However, this kind of environment was not a problem for Suna, who often went back and forth on this road. It could be said that she was familiar with it.

However.

Just today.

Something had happened.

Aoba seemed to have possessed Suna. This was like watching a movie from the first perspective. The scene in front of him was extremely realistic.

A few minutes later.

Suna seemed to feel something. She turned around and looked behind her. Her vision was filled with dark streets and alleys. There was no one on the roads.

Then.

Suna turned her head.

It was obvious that her footsteps had quickened.

She seemed to have sensed someone behind her and looked a little flustered.

This sudden change made Aoba also become serious. He knew Suna was about to die, and the murderer could appear anytime.

Just like this.

Suna walked quickly in a panic.

All of a sudden.

She turned back again.

Before she could see the road behind her, she felt a violent tremor, and her vision blurred.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A hammer-like blunt weapon hit her body with a concentrated force. She could vaguely see a shadow of white hair, but because of the strong blow, she could not see the specific appearance of this person.

"B*tch!"

"Didn't you cheat on me before?"

"I broke your..."

A resentful voice sounded, and then the attack became stronger and stronger, and Suna's memory stopped abruptly.

"Hu..."

Aoba took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and put away the chakra in his hand.

"Did you see the murderer?" Fugaku saw Aoba open his eyes again and immediately asked. He was very concerned about this matter.

"I saw it, but I didn't see it all." Aoba first nodded, then shook his head and said something that confused Fugaku.

"What do you mean?" Fugaku was stunned for a moment and stared at Aoba in a daze.

"In this woman's memory, I saw a blurry white-haired man. However, because a violent impact hit her, her vision was already very blurry; at that time, she could only see these things and not see his facial features." Aoba explained.

"A white-haired man? This is a good clue. Did he say anything?" Fugaku pinched his chin with his right hand and immediately began to analyze and infer the situation through his brain.

"Yes!" Aoba nodded and said, "He said... this woman cheated him before."

"Do you know what exactly is going on?" Fugaku frowned. This sentence was indeed a clue, but this clue was too thin. It wasn't easy to find the murderer using this. Was it necessary to call all the white-haired men in the village over?

"I don't know how long "before" the murderer talked about, but I can confirm that it should not have happened recently. If we maintain the attitude of a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, there is no way to investigate. So, let's look at the other three bodies!" Aoba said lightly. This could not be said that he was lazy. It was indeed a big project.

Wanting to find this person was really hard...

But it's not like Aoba can't find him!

It will just take a very long time.

Aoba has to use the most stupid method. But searching this woman's past few years or even more than ten years of memories was like finding a needle in a haystack.

It wasn't that he couldn't find this needle.

But whether it was time or labor costs, they all exceeded his expectations, so there was no way to achieve it.

"I understand. Come with me. Let's go to Konoha Hospital. I've already informed them." Fugaku nodded. Before he came to find Aoba, he had already made all kinds of preparations. This way, after he found Aoba, they wouldn't need to waste any more time.

"Okay."

Aoba nodded. Although he was not that curious about this matter, he also wanted to know what kind of hatred could make this person kill so many people.

And...

The most important thing was...

This person had suppressed the hatred in his heart for many years.

It only erupted in recent days.

This kind of suppression was also quite big!

After that.

Aoba followed behind Fugaku, and the two of them walked out together. Just as they walked out of the room, they saw the two ninjas.

"You continue to guard here and wait for Konoha Hospital to take the body," Fugaku ordered the two ninjas.

"Yes!"

The two ninjas responded simultaneously, then turned around and entered the room, closing the door.

"Let's go."

Fugaku glanced at Aoba and began to walk along the corridor toward Konoha Military Police Force's entrance.

After they walked out of Konoha Military Police Force, they walked directly toward the hospital.

The distance between Konoha Military Police Force and the hospital was not far, and it was only about three-five minutes on foot.

Soon.

The two arrived at the hospital.

Konoha Hospital was dark.

Only a few windows were still lit; it was where the medical ninjas on duty stayed for possible emergencies.

Fugaku walked to the Konoha Hospital entrance, tapped lightly on the guard room glass window, and said to the inside, "I already informed Yamagata Ken-sensei!"

"Go in!" When the uncle on duty saw that it was Fugaku, he nodded to the latter.

"Thank you!"

Fugaku smiled and waved to Aoba, indicating that Aoba could come in.

Aoba stood at the hospital entrance, quietly watching Fugaku's operation, and stepped into the hospital.

"I'll take you to where the corpses are temporarily stored on the hospital's fifth floor."

Fugaku walked directly to the stairs on the left side of the hospital entrance with ease. He did not forget to inform Aoba about it while walking.

"Yamagata Ken-sensei is a very experienced medical ninja in Konoha Hospital. In addition to curing diseases and saving people, he will also help us analyze the bodies. This time we can read the memories of these corpses because of Yamagata Ken-sensei's help!" Fugaku said.

"I see."

Aoba nodded. He knew Yamagata Ken; whether it was Kenji or Sekai's memory, both had this person.

Of course.

This Yamagata Ken's appearance.

Aoba was still quite surprised.

When he saw it in Kenji's memory, he thought he had met the Ninja World version of Bi Fujian. However, after careful examination, he found that it was just a resemblance, and his job and expertise differed.

Moreover.

He had seen Yamagata Ken make some analysis of those Kumogakure Jonin, who he had killed in the past.

After that, he began to pay attention.

He did not use the ability that might expose his identity.

He tried his best to improve his disguise so that even if he was found on the first floor, there was still the second floor.

While Fugaku explained to Aoba, he took him to the hospital's fifth floor. It looked like an empty floor. Although there were still rooms, there was nothing in the room.

"This floor is not used, so it will occasionally be used to store corpses. However, it is only simple storage. After that, it will be moved out. It is not used as a morgue." Fugaku seemed to have seen through Aoba's doubts and immediately explained.

"I see." Aoba nodded. In fact, he could guess the reason why they did not put it into use. Konohagakure had few medical ninjas, so some rooms were idle. In addition, Konohagakure's population was small, and the existing rooms were fully sufficient, so they did not expand further.

"We are here."

Fugaku brought Aoba to a room at the end of the hospital's fifth floor. With a flick of his wrist, a key appears.

He inserted it into the keyhole.

Gently turning.

Kacha!

Just like that, the sound of the door being unlocked rang out.

A pungent stench immediately came from inside. It was the smell of corpses gradually rotting. Although it was very unpleasant, this stench was nothing compared to the secret underground room that Aoba had been to before.

"Let's read the first corpse, Ishida Yamato's memory. He has been dead for more than 2 days. I don't know if you can find any important information from it." Fugaku walked into the room. On one side of the darkroom was a row of iron cabinets with refrigeration functions.

He raised his hand and pulled the handle of one of the iron cabinets over.

Then, he pulled it gently.

As if pulling the drawer, he directly pulled out an iron bed.

As the iron bed was pulled out.

The smell of the corpse became thicker.

After all, to maintain the normal appearance of these corpses and to find some clues, they did not do any embalming. This made the corpses emit a strange smell even in the cold environment.

"A little stinky..."

Fugaku said this to Aoba. Since he entered Konoha Military Police Force, he had long been accustomed to this. These were not worth mentioning to him.

"Not a problem."

Aoba didn't mind at all. He immediately raised his hands and pressed them on the head of this ninja named Ishida Yamato.

Aoba pressed his hands on Ishida Yamato's temples. He controlled his chakra in both hands and began using the Yamanaka clan's secret technique.

Just as Aoba's palm touched the top of Ishida Yamato's head.

A clear electronic prompt suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Ding Dong! Memory Reading Succesful! Obtained: Bunshin no Jutsu(Clone Technique)!"

Along with this sound, a special feeling flowed through Aoba's mind. He instantly felt that the Clone Technique was directly imprinted in his soul.

Good fellow!

Aoba sighed in his heart.

As expected of Genin.

The reward was such a foundation.

At this game stage, he had already mastered the Taju Kage Bunshin no Jutsu(Multiple Shadow Clone Technique), but the reward was just a clone technique, which looked like a joke.

Of course.

The most important thing was not this clone technique.

Instead, Ishida Yamato's memories had been added to Aoba's mind.

All of a sudden.

Aoba maintained the posture of using the Mind-Reading Secret Technique and began to flip through the scenes of Ishida Yamato's death.

Ishida Yamato.

Konohagakure Genin.

He was fourteen this year.

Before he died.

Ishida Yamato had just finished practicing Taijutsu; his whole body was covered in sweat, his physical energy had been exhausted, and he was preparing to go home.

When Aoba read Ishida Yamato's memory, he directly brought himself into his perspective. Aoba watched him walk in the direction of his home with great ease and did not care about the movements around him.

Perhaps...

This was the sense of security that Konohagakure brought!

Even if there were occasional thieves in the village, there were very few cases of killing people. Moreover, he was a ninja, and his strength was not to be underestimated. He was preparing to participate in the Chunin Exams that were about to start soon. Unlike Genin, who had just graduated from the Ninja School, he was preparing for battle.

Just as Ishida Yamato was heading back home.

All of a sudden.

A figure flashed out from the nearby woods.

The figure was wearing a cloak and a hat. He covered himself tightly. This appearance made it impossible to see what he looked like.

This figure appeared very suddenly, and it was a planned action. In almost an instant, he arrived directly beside Ishida Yamato. He raised his hand and punched Ishida Yamato's head.

"Who?!"

Ishida Yamato was stunned by this sudden scene. Fortunately, he was Genin. He reacted instantly and raised his left hand to block the attack with his forearm. He intended to block the sudden attack.

Bang!

Along with a strong sound of impact.

Their bodies collided. Ishida Yamato took two or three steps back before he stopped.

However.

At this time.

A mist-like mist covered his face.

Immediately after.

His vision became blurry.

"Drug?"

This word popped up in Aoba's mind, and he immediately had a clearer understanding of the identity of the murderer.

After that.

The memory entered the next scene.

It was obvious that there was a broken piece here.

Ishida Yamato should have fainted.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One voice after another rang out.

The line of sight was shaken.

Ishida Yamato slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry, and he could see black shadows falling directly on his head.

"This is..."

"Ruler!"

Aoba judged what this was.

A ruler that was occasionally used by ninja school teachers for corporal punishment when teaching students

With the successive slaps of the ruler.

Ishida Yamato felt his head become chaotic, and his mind slowed down. Because the sky was very dark, he couldn't see anything.

At the same time.

A repeater-like voice sounded.

"You're a stinking piece of sh*t!"

"..."

The voice kept repeating this sentence. Every time he said it, he would slap the ruler in his hand heavily.

Ishida Yamato wanted to speak.

He wanted to ask who this person was.

However, he was unable to open his mouth.

He forcefully endured the pain in his head and wanted to escape, but he discovered that his muddled body was already tied up, and he could not move at all.

The ruler continuously slapped his head.

This kind of attack, which was almost at the same frequency and power level, would not cause too much damage to him. However, as it continued to accumulate, it became more and more unbearable for him.

'Who?'

'Who is this person?'

'Why did he do this to me?'

Question marks appeared on Ishida Yamato's head. He had no idea what exactly had happened. What kind of situation was this? He just had a strange feeling.

The following memories.

It was Ishida Yamato who was constantly being slapped.

His consciousness became more and more blurry, but he said nothing. He seemed to realize that he was about to die and suddenly raised his head and glared at the man in front of him.

And.

Under the moonlight.

Ishida Yamada faintly saw the white hair exposed outside the hat.

Snapped!

Just as Ishida Yamato raised his head.

The ruler slapped his eyes.

His vision instantly blurred.

Then his consciousness became lax, and he gradually lost consciousness, entering the countdown to death.

Instantly.

Aoba slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on Ishida Yamato's corpse. He just happened to see that his left eye had suffered a heavy blow, and his eye sockets were already shriveled.

"Did you find anything?" Fugaku immediately asked anxiously.

"Yes."

Aoba nodded and then looked at Fugaku. His eyes were shining through the mask.

"Right now, my information is insufficient to point to a certain person. That person is hiding very well. I can't confirm his identity. Do you want to wait until I finish reading the memories of the other two people or tell you about this person first?" Aoba asked slowly.

"Tell me now!"

Fugaku couldn't wait any longer. He immediately nodded his head. His eyes were already shining with a light that couldn't be seen. He directly took out a notebook and began to put on the appearance of wanting to record it.

"I will record everything that is read in everyone's memories. Even if you can't see who that person is, it will still provide us with great help. It will help us reduce the scope and find this murderer faster and more accurately!" Fugaku added.

"I understand."

Aoba nodded. He immediately took a deep breath and recalled what he had just gotten.

"The murderer has white hair, and his voice is similar to the person who killed Suna. The preliminary judgment is that it is the same person," Aoba said first.

"As expected!"

Anger appeared on Fugaku's face. He was very angry and dissatisfied with such a person. He then said, "There are not many people with white hair. This can be used as a characteristic."

"The murderer and Ishida Yamato had fought for a short time. Even if the murderer made a sneak attack, the murderer's strength was not greater than Ishida Yamato's. His strength should be between Genin and Chunin. Because I saw in the memory that Ishida Yamato wanted to participate in Chunin Exam. But I am not sure if the murderer also wants to participate in Chunin Exam." Aoba also said this information.

"That's great. This way, the target will be much smaller. A white-haired Genin that is close to Chunin in strength. It seems like there aren't many people left." Fugaku nodded. Konoha Military Police Force had detailed records of the Konohagakure population. Based on the current conditions, it could be a breakthrough in the selection process. Not to mention, there might be even more detailed information.

"This person has been repeating, "You're a stinking piece of sh*t!". If this is the case, it seems that he has been hurt by this sentence before or has some special meaning. This may be a breakthrough, but I don't know what this sentence means right now." Aoba said indifferently. He only told Fugaku about the recent things he had seen and did not expend any effort to dig out that person's memories. After all, that would be too much of a waste of energy.

"You're a stinking piece of shit?" Fugaku frowned. He felt that this sentence was not ruthless. At most, it was a little insulting. Why would it be remembered so deeply? Could he be so narrow-minded?

However.

He did not say these questions out loud. Instead, he silently remembered these words. It may be useful in the follow-up time.

"The last point is that this person finally defeated Ishida Yamato by using a spray. I suspect that it is a kind of drug. In this way, I guess that the murderer is related to a medical ninja. Maybe he knows some medical ninjutsu or works in the hospital." Aoba said in a deep voice. He did not make it too obvious, but he vaguely felt that the person should have concocted the drug in the spray himself.

"I understand." Fugaku nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and said, "It's getting clearer and clearer now!"

"These are all the clues I found in Ishida Yamato's memory. As for the other things, I only saw the murderer with a ruler, slapping him to death one after another. There is no other useful information. By the way, Ishida Yamato doesn't seem to know why the murderer attacked him. This hatred should have been from a long time, even to the point that Ishida Yamato has forgotten it." Aoba slowly said.

"It is indeed possible. This murderer seems to be able to hold back all the dissatisfaction he encountered before, and he has not forgotten it for many years. Killing people for trivial matters, such a person is so dangerous!" Fugaku could not help but nod and sigh. Through the memories of these victims, he understood this person even more clearly.

"Let me see the next person." Aoba did not say anything more. If he wanted to find the murderer now, he had to continue reading memories. The clues he had now were not enough.

"Aoba, do you want to rest for a while? You have read the memories of two people in a row..." Fugaku suddenly said with concern. He really hoped that Aoba could quickly and efficiently complete the task of reading memories. However, as a friend, he did not want Aoba to be too tired. After all, before coming here, Aoba already had a headache. Moreover, he came here in the middle of the night and did not even have a good rest. Fugaku could not help but be a little worried about Aoba.

"It's fine. There are only two people. Let's finish early and go home early to sleep." Aoba waved to Fugaku. He wanted to make sure this matter was completed on time. This was a very important thing for Fugaku, but for himself, it was a waste of time for no reason.

"Actually, I'm a little worried about delaying your work tomorrow," Fugaku said with a sarcastic smile.

"You are so hypocritical!"

Aoba said grumpily and rolled his eyes at Fugaku.

His words were completely hypocritical.

It was almost like a joke.

'If you are really afraid that I wouldn't be able to rest well, there is no need to rush over in the middle of the night!'

'Too hypocritical!'

Aoba silently complained in his heart.

"It's okay. I've been promoted recently. There isn't much of a problem for the time being, so let's hurry up." Aoba said helplessly. He felt that Fugaku had learned something bad. It was clearly Fugaku who wanted him to read memories, but he wanted him to take the initiative to say this.

"Hehehe, okay!"

A smile appeared on Fugaku's face again. He pushed Ishida Yamato's body into the cold storage like he was pushing a drawer. Then, he raised his hand to touch the cabinet next to him and suddenly pulled out the iron bed.

There was a female corpse lying on the iron bed.

Her body was riddled with cuts.

According to the information that Fugaku had provided earlier.

Aoba could tell that it was cut with a membership card.

The shape of each cut was similar.

The only difference was that the depth of these cuts was different.

"I'll leave it to you."

Fugaku couldn't help but pursed his lips when he saw the female corpse being hacked to death with a membership card. Although he had already seen all kinds of corpses, he still had an indescribable feeling when encountering such corpses.

This was no longer a simple murder!

This was torture!

Just by relying on a small membership card!

It caused this bookstore clerk to suffer a fate worse than death before she died...

"Okay."

Aoba responded. His expression did not change as much as Fugaku did. This degree of abuse might cause intense discomfort to most people, including Fugaku.

However.

For Aoba.

There were no problems.

After all, when Aoba was working as a cat-faced demon and wanted to accumulate medical ninjutsu experience, make those prisoners scared enough to commit a crime, and reduce the crime rate, he tortured them very cruelly.

That degree of cruelty...

It was simply not comparable to using a membership card to kill people!

Instantly.

Aoba raised his hands.

He pressed down on the temple of this bookstore clerk, and his hands were suffused with dense chakra. He immediately used the Yamanaka clan's secret technique.

Hum!

Aoba's palm trembled slightly.

Waves of chakra surged out.

At the same time.

A clear electronic prompt rang out in Aoba's mind.

"Ding Dong! Memory Reading Succesful! Obtained: Chakra Increase!"

Along with the clear electronic prompt that appeared in Aoba's mind, memories began to load into his mind.

At this moment.

Aoba slowly closed his eyes and immediately began to check the woman's memories. He did not waste any effort to search but began to read the final stage of her life to find the shadow of the murderer.

In a split second.

Aoba's consciousness immediately entered this woman's memory fragments.

About half an hour before her death.

This woman was still in the bookstore, finishing her work before she got off work. She tidied up the books on the shelf and checked the account for the day.

The whole process was the same as usual.

There was no difference.

She didn't realize that danger was about to fall on her...

章節 342: The White-Haired Murderer!

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