"Ding-dong~"

The doorbell rang and Mrs. Matsushita trotted to the door and opened it.

"I'm sorry to bother you for several consecutive days." Tang Ze and Takagi bowed slightly and greeted first.

"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Matsushita asked when she saw the two of them.

"I'm disturbing you again today mainly because I want to see your fur coat," Takagi explained.

"A fur coat?"

Although Mrs. Matsushita was very confused, she finally invited the two into the house and gave them the fur coat.

"Ah... it's not this one. There should be something else, a fur item." After taking the coat, Takagi just took a quick look and made a judgment.

"This is the only one I have right now." Mrs. Matsushita asked, "Didn't I tell you before?"

"That's right, you did say that." Tang Ze nodded, then turned and walked towards the photo placed aside.

"So, where is this?"

Tang Ze picked up the photo and pointed to the gray-black scarf around Matsushita's mother's neck. "Mrs. Matsushita, could you please show us this scarf?"

"That... I couldn't find it some time ago." Mrs. Matsushita said with an unnatural look on her face.

"If I remember correctly, this is your mother's relic, right?" Tang Ze asked.

"Well... even so, it was just unintentional..."

"This black coat and the brooch you were wearing are all well kept, but what about the scarf?"

"Yeah, that's it."

In the face of Tang Ze's questioning, Mrs. Matsushita just calmly bit the scarf and threw it away.

Faced with this situation, Tang Ze did not panic, but put down the photo in his hand and walked to Mrs. Matsushita.

Tang Ze's approach made the other party move two steps to the other side unnaturally, looking at the ground unconsciously, and his two hands were tightly clasped together.

"You actually gave it to someone else, didn't you? To Mrs. Mitori." Tang Ze looked at the silent Mrs. Matsushita and said, "After all, you wouldn't refuse anything if someone asked you for it.

But the item you gave to Mrs. Sanniao was sold at a supermarket without any appreciation."

After a pause, Tang Ze looked at the other party and said, "You should know this, right?"

"Since it is a gift to someone else, it is their right to decide how to deal with it. It is her freedom, isn't it?" Mrs. Matsushita glanced at Tang Ze and said impatiently.

"Then can you accept it?" Takagi looked at Mrs. Matsushita and asked, "Even if it is a relic left to you by your mother?"

“…”

Seeing the other party's silence, Gao Mu spoke again: "Before coming to visit you, we were looking for something in the Mitori family's house, and heard Mrs. Mitori's husband mention it there.

Sanae Mitori once wore a fur scarf that he had never seen before."

"So you think it's mine?" Mrs. Matsushita retorted, "This is unfounded..."

"If it's made of gray squirrel fur, it's yours." Tang Ze interrupted the other party and said, "You should have it, right? A scarf made of gray squirrel."

"No, not at all." Mrs. Matsushita denied it.

"That's strange."

As Tangze spoke, he took out a black ladies' hat from his pocket. Seeing the hat, Mrs. Matsushita looked at Tangze in disbelief, as if she was surprised why he had such a hat.

"Is it yours?"

"Well...but why is this hat in your hands?" Mrs. Matsushita asked puzzledly.

"Your daughter May asked us to keep it for you," Takagi explained.

"This kid...touch my things again..."

"Please don't blame her." Tang Ze said, "Because Mayu-chan really likes this hat."

Mrs. Matsushita sighed, then looked at Tang Ze and said, "So, what are your plans for taking out this hat?"

"Actually, after I got this hat from your daughter, I found the fur you just said was missing on it." Tang Ze's eyes were as sharp as swords. "Why do you think that is?!"

"Surely..."

"That's right, it's the hair of a gray rat." Tang Ze interrupted Mrs. Matsushita, who was a little flustered and wanted to say something, and said in a serious tone: "And the same hair was also found on the neck of the murdered Sanae Mitori!"

As Tang Ze spoke, Takagi took out an evidence bag from his pocket, and inside it was the gray rat hair extracted from the hat.

This evidence was also thanks to the other party's daughter May-chan's hat that was kept by Tang Ze, so he was able to accidentally find the hair on the hat while digesting his food after a meal.

Originally, he was not too sure, so he asked Uncle Tomie to help him with another test. The results were rushed out before coming here, and the two of them even made a detour back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Faced with this solid evidence, Mrs. Matsushita was no longer able to refute it.

The fur of the scarf, which had been given away long ago, was stuck to the hat that my daughter had asked me to help keep.

In other words, the evidence has already been determined.

"Could you please take out the scarf?"

After Tang Ze finished speaking, Mrs. Matsushita staggered and held on to the table beside her, "It seems that the truth can no longer be hidden..."

Mrs. Matsushita staggered towards the French window beside her, staring out with lifeless eyes as she spoke with a sob, "But if someone asks for something I own... I can't refuse..."

"Why are you like this? If you don't want to give something, you can just refuse it." Gao Mu said in a heavy tone: "Then you won't encounter this kind of thing."

"Eraser…"

"My classmates said they wanted my eraser..."

Mrs. Matsushita seemed to have returned to her childhood, the day when her painful life began.

When she was in elementary school, she had a beautiful eraser. Her classmates liked it very much and asked her for it.

At that time, she decisively rejected the other party's unreasonable request. She obviously had a lot of erasers, but who would be so generous as to give their things to others for no reason?

What's more, the other party took the initiative to ask for it and there was no exchange.

However, this normal refusal led to an unexpected outcome.

Her classmate was criticized by the school for stealing an eraser.

Then, she committed suicide.

When she said this, Mrs. Matsushita cried and tears flowed unconsciously from her eyes.

So that memory turned into an eternal nightmare, which continued to torment her and made her wonder what would have happened if she had given her the eraser.

She has always regretted this and thought it was her fault.

Eventually, that became her “abnormality.”