White moonlight is my vest

66-70

Chapter 66

Zenin Shangye is the young master of the Zenin family, and the Zenin family is a family that respects sorcery. In addition, Zenin Shangye's father is the head of the Zenin family, so his status in the family should not be low.

But it is not the case. Dazai Osamu found that Zenin Shangye's yard is roughly located on the edge of the Zenin family.

This yard looks a bit old, and the heavy wooden door is locked. The wind seems to be getting stronger, and the wooden door began to shake, making a harsh creaking sound.

Dazai Osamu faced the maid's puzzled eyes and stretched out his finger to point at the dead corner in the door gap seemingly casually.

There is no dust at all, unexpectedly clean.

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows and thought carelessly. It seems that Zenin Shangye may not have a very high status among those who hold the power of the family, but his popularity is not that bad -

not all yards will be cleaned so carefully by servants, even a dead corner that can't be seen at all in normal times will not be left out.

The maid left quickly. She had her own work to do and couldn't leave her post for too long.

When only Dazai and Tsushima were left around, Dazai put away the smile on his face and asked thoughtfully, "What did you see?"

Anyway, he was not alone now, so he didn't have to think so hard about everything - it wouldn't be cheating to slack off with his brother, right?

Unlike Dazai, Tsushima didn't stare at the yard all the time.

His sight was taken away by the sycamore tree outside the yard, and then he slowly moved down.

Dazai followed his gaze and said, "Wow."

... As long as Tsushima worked hard, Dazai could slack off with a clear conscience.

He was lazy and felt at ease.

After all, he was the younger brother, wasn't he?

The sycamore tree, which was also a bit old, didn't have anything special about it, and its leaves were also green. However, there were several deep scratches on the trunk of the sycamore tree.

So deep that you could see the flesh under the bark.

Such scratches could not have been left by a fight between a cat or a dog. Moreover... Dazai Osamu picked up a small piece of broken nail from the scratch. He sniffed and smelled a faint smell of blood.

"About 1.5 meters tall," Tsushima Atsuki approached the sycamore tree, squatted down, and picked up the fallen leaves on the ground. "Weight...about 45kg. In this case, it should be a woman."

A pair of footprints appeared on the soil that was originally hidden by the fallen leaves.

Like the scratches, the footprints gradually deepened from left to right.

Dazai Osamu came closer to examine the scratches carefully, and sighed: "She is quite strong."

"It's just the instinct of survival," Tsushima Onju said lightly, "People often burst out with strength beyond their cognitive range at the critical moment of life and death, so this is not surprising. This is the yard of Zenin Shoya. Someone kidnapped someone next to his yard?"