Hearing such a direct confession, Akemi blushed again on the sofa, but a sweet smile remained on her lips.
“He did it,” she told her sister. “He did it shortly after we met.”
Ai gave a haughty snort and went over to snuggle up to her older sister.
"If it weren't for that incident, do you think I would have agreed to date a meddlesome, saintly guy like you?"
"Your taste in men is absolutely terrible..."
...
As it turns out, because they fully supported Ai's plan and delivered impressive performances, both Rei Furuya and Akechi felt quite guilty.
She even stopped answering Yoruichi Toyama's calls.
In the end, they had to call Inspector Kenmochi to learn the follow-up to the Shinsengumi Cosy kidnapping incident.
Because the target victim, Keisuke Yamanami, was not harmed, and Shinpachi Nagakura voluntarily surrendered himself, he was ultimately exempted from prosecution.
It wasn't that Yamanami Keisuke didn't want to pursue the matter, but he was already preoccupied with his own problems.
Mr. Itsuki, who was tricked by Kindaichi, was moved to tears after hearing the story of Nagakura Shinpachi. He immediately wrote a report, exaggerating the story to the fullest extent, portraying the young man as a devoted lover seeking revenge for his lover.
He was very professional; he went to the department where Yuzuki Kanna worked and collected a lot of first-hand information from her colleagues, and wrote down the truth about how Yamanami bullied her.
This report, written from the perspective of a bullied person, immediately attracted the attention and resonated with the public.
After all, in this society, the privileged class is a minority, while ordinary workers are the majority.
They have always suffered from having no way to speak out, so they have no choice but to suffer in silence.
Suddenly, Mr. Itsuki's report became an outlet for everyone's pent-up grievances, and almost everyone was discussing the topic of workplace bullying.
They also joined in the condemnation of Yamanami Keisuke, who had caused the death of his female subordinate.
For a time, Yongcang became a hero in the eyes of many young people, while Shannan was like a rat crossing the street, hated by everyone, and had no choice but to resign in disgrace.
This is why Yoruichi Toyama, who traveled back to the 21st century and was in the age of the internet, never read newspapers and thus missed this social trend that was no less significant than the trending topics on the internet.
Although I feel this matter has been distorted, considering the cause and effect, I don't sympathize with people like Shannan.
Moreover, more people should understand the importance of daring to speak out.
It serves as a small, impactful demonstration of people's war against a society like Japan, where society is often rigidly structured.
This is probably one of the reasons why Mingzhi has been so busy lately that he hasn't had time to answer the phone.
As for that certain police officer, I'd rather believe he went to earn his two jobs at the winery or the coffee shop.
Otherwise, the first person he would probably arrest is Yoruichi Toyama, the munist.
Thinking about all this, Yoruichi Toyama chuckled and hung up the phone, deciding to keep a low profile for the time being.
I'm focusing on raising the child with my girlfriend.
Even though they've become boyfriend and girlfriend, things don't seem to have changed much from before.
Every morning I take Ai to school, and then go to the coffee shop to open for business.
In the afternoon, she would greet Ai and her friends after school.
Ever since Ai was kidnapped in her place last time, Nizo's care for this cool junior has reached a new level, and he has essentially taken on the role of Ai's protector.
Kindaichi and Miyuki, along with Mr. Itsuki and Inspector Kenmochi, still come to the cafe from time to time to chat and joke around.
And with Ai's spoilers, they teased Yoruichi Toyama and Akemi, who had already established a relationship, even more.
"However, I remember you two are cousins, right?" Mr. Itsuki asked, with the professional habit of a journalist.
"Uh..." Even though she knew that there was no rule against cousins marrying in Japan, Yoruichi Toyama still momentarily lost her composure.
What is my relationship with Mingmei?
It was so messy I've already forgotten about it...
“Yoruichi’s mother is my father’s sister,” Ai calmly continued, “Akami’s mother is my mother’s sister.”
"Then my dad's grandma and my mom's grandpa were siblings."
"Oh...oh, is that so! Your family's relationships are really complicated! Haha, haha!"
Completely bewildered by this family tree, Mr. Itsuki decided to give up on the matter.
Even Kindaichi looked at Ai with great admiration, who had her hair styled in a cute little cherry blossom hairstyle.
Good heavens, she actually figured that out! If I had her brain, I'd have no trouble synthesizing that rare weapon! ...
Hajime-chan started plotting to bribe Ersan to ask this junior schoolmate for help in calculating the materials in the game.
"So," Mr. Itsuki, finally free from the family tree entanglement, quickly changed the subject, "Have you heard about that case in the First Investigative Division recently, Mr. Toyama?"
Seeing his blinking and mysterious look, Yoruichi knew that it was probably some kind of blocked inside information.
So he obediently shook his head.
Mr. Itsuki chuckled and held up one finger.
But before he could speak, the door rang and someone walked in.
"Welcome...wait?"
Yoruichi Toyama stared blankly at Hakuba Saguru, who had two birds perched on his shoulders, one on each side.
"Yuanshan, it's been so long... Ouch!"
Hakuba Saguru, who had just raised his hand to greet him, choked for a moment and was almost pushed over by Taro who pounced on him.
Pengzhi, who was standing comfortably on the white horse's shoulder, suddenly took flight with a "whoosh" and skillfully swooped down towards the provocative black cat.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
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