"This is... the meaning of my existence!"
Sakaki Makoto's mood suddenly became heavy.
He turned back and asked Megure Jusan:
"Your Metropolitan Police Department..."
"What on earth do you eat?"
"The car accident back then was not properly investigated?"
Megure Jusan opened his mouth, feeling so ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it.
He had no objection.
This is his last dignity as a policeman.
Regardless of whether the car accident was an accident or not, and whether he took over the case...
If anything goes wrong in the end, it will be the police's fault.
"Don't blame the Metropolitan Police Department."
Kasuga Karito waved his hand and said with emotion:
"Those senior students back then were not yet adults."
"And there is insufficient evidence, so the law cannot punish them."
"But....you're right."
He leaned back on the sofa, caressing the person in the photo, his eyes becoming gentle:
"My sister died nine years ago."
"The Mao that appears before you is just my imagination."
"She is still the same as she was 9 years ago, being coquettish, considerate and gentle..."
Wiping his eyes, Kasuga Karito smiled and said:
"Without her, I would not have survived the past nine years."
"No, she's not just a figment of your imagination."
In the darkness, the red dot of the cigarette butt disappeared, and Sakaki Makoto's voice came:
"You wished it was you who died nine years ago, so..."
Looking up at the room, he sighed:
"You turned into Kasuga Mao."
"But have you ever thought that it was your sister who was bearing the loneliness for you in the past nine years?"
"Every morning when she opened her eyes, all she saw was an empty, deserted room."
"Even if she made two breakfasts, she could only watch them get cold. No one would sit opposite her and say..."
“You’ve worked hard.”
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