Chapter 15
It was one o'clock in the morning, and all around was quiet.
Natsume Rina returned to her residence, stood in front of the gate, and touched her non-existent pocket, feeling a little embarrassed.
Someone slept the whole way; he drove for almost three hours.
Kurosawa Shiran stretched groggily, standing behind Natsume Rina, and casually rested her chin on her shoulder: "Sister, I'm so sleepy..."
For him, acting cute towards Natsume Rina was as easy as breathing.
After spending the last few days together, he had pretty much figured out her bottom line.
She can turn a blind eye to anything that isn't too outrageous.
My older sister is someone who's easy to bully.
Thinking this, he opened his eyes and stared at Natsume Rina's collarbone exposed outside her neckline, his hand quietly sliding down to her waist.
"If you don't behave, you'll sleep by the door." Natsume Rina took off the hair clip from her head, straightened it with her fingers, and opened her own door.
Although it's a detached apartment, it was their parents' wedding home, and after so many years, the interior decoration and furniture have become old and worn.
Kurosawa Shiran felt a slight sense of regret. After following her inside, she changed into slippers in the entryway and first observed the surrounding environment.
Then I noticed a group photo on the bookshelf, which must have been taken during their middle school years.
They were two almost identical faces, and the only way to tell them apart was by their clothing style and expressions.
One was wearing a peach-colored lace dress and had long, straight black hair; she was quiet and gentle. The other was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and trousers and had a playful look on her face.
The two leaned against each other, and they seemed to have a good relationship.
Kurosawa Shiran bent down, stared at her for a while, and said, "Isn't the one in the skirt the older sister?"
The two disguised themselves before taking the photo.
“You’re the first person to guess correctly.” Natsume Rina opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of orange juice, and gave one to him. “How did you guess?”
Kurosawa Shiran: "A feeling."
Rina Natsume chuckled and didn't ask any further questions: "There's a blanket in the drawer under the sofa. You can sleep here tonight."
"Where's my sister?" Kurosawa Shiran's expression was subtle as she unzipped her drink and swapped it with the soda in her hand. "Where's my sister's room?"
Rina Natsume didn't answer. She finished the whole bottle of iced drink and calmed down completely.
However, with only one hand missing, movement is not very convenient.
"Give me the gloves from the top cabinet, and the transparent resealable bag."
His tone was quite calm, as if no emotion could be detected, but upon closer inspection, his face was completely devoid of color.
That sense of brokenness, of frail bones, mixed with a deep and lingering sorrow, evokes pity in one's heart.
However, Kurosawa Shiran is not human. When he saw this scene, all he wanted to do was to ravage her and make her his own.
Even if it breaks, I won't care.
He was tall, and standing in front of the cabinet, he looked up and saw her immediately. "Sister, are you here looking for clues?"
"I just suddenly remembered something." Natsume Rina rubbed her hair and found her glasses in a storage basket full of random little items.
The lens has multiple scratches and is covered in dust.
I definitely can't find a glasses cloth, so I'll just use a hospital gown as a substitute.
Kurosawa Shiran glanced out the window, unconsciously moved her wrist, and followed closely behind her.
After Natsume Kanon committed suicide in her room, she stopped letting anyone in. Just in case, she even tied a strand of hair to the bottom of the door.
The fact that the hair was intact indicates that nothing unusual has happened during this period.
Looking at everything familiar before her, Natsume Rina felt a pang of unease as she noticed the slender, graceful figure trembling slightly.
It's a tragedy that's right before our eyes.
Why didn't she pay attention to that letter at that time?
Rina Natsume began by checking the clothes in the closet.
However, after they returned from their vacation, all of these clothes were washed by the diligent Mrs. Kasuga, leaving no trace whatsoever.
Kurosawa Shiran suppressed a yawn, picked up a chair from the floor, sat down, and quietly watched her flip through the books on the bookshelf.
During this time, her phone, which was on the dressing table, rang several times.
He unconsciously pursed his lips and said patiently, "Sister, if you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it."
When this was brought up, Natsume Rina took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose a few times. "If you were going to poison someone, what method would you choose?"
Poisoning to kill? Kurosawa Shiran lowered his head, took a sip of coffee, and thought seriously for a moment, his eyes showing no emotion. "Personal belongings, or based on the other person's lifestyle."
He has never poisoned anyone.
This approach neither calms the mind nor allows one to enjoy the experience.
“Hmm.” Natsume Rina frowned and thought for a while before finally nodding.
Kurosawa Shiran picked up a bottle of perfume from the dressing table and smelled it. "Does your sister suspect someone poisoned her?"
Rina Natsume leaned against the table, biting her lower lip lightly. "Pack up the lipstick, perfume, cigarettes, and that pearl necklace for me, thank you."
These are all she can think of for now.
"Sister, you don't need to be so polite with me," Kurosawa Shiran asked after finishing packing. "Should we send it for testing?"
Rina Natsume: "Go to my room."
The reason there was no place to stand in her room was because it was full of experimental equipment.
Kurosawa Shiran clearly misunderstood her meaning: "Sister!"
He was met with a long silence.
Rina Natsume turned her head, looked at him quietly for a moment, closed her eyes and said, "I'm tired."
The two changed locations, and sure enough, Kurosawa Shiran was still in that half-dead state.
Before even entering, I was drawn to the nameplate hanging on the door. "Sister, is your name engraved on this?"
"No." Natsume Rina moved a cactus aside in the corner of the room and found a bottle of medicine under a pile of newspapers.
Immediately afterwards, Kurosawa Shiran entered the house with the nameplate in hand, her gaze sweeping around the room.
How should I put it?
It truly is my sister's room...
If this room becomes a murder scene, it would probably take the police a month to gather evidence.
Rina Natsume is chewing pills again.
Kurosawa Shiran vaguely guessed what was going on, and asked casually, "Is your wound uncomfortable, sister?"
Since the label had already been torn off, Natsume Rina put down the medicine bottle. "Painkillers."
Kurosawa Shiran leaned against the doorway, smiling at her. "Painkillers?"
Rina Natsume casually raised her eyes, her gaze moving from his face to him.
"Hmm?" Kurosawa Shiran asked, as if waiting for her answer.
His narrow eyes were squinting, and his tone was full of ill intent.
Rina Natsume glanced down at the time, a slight look of surprise on her face.
“I remember this is a medication for treating mental illness, alprazolam, I think it is this,” Kurozawa Shiran took the medicine bottle from the table, her tone low and dissatisfied, staring at her and saying word by word, “Sister, how could you lie to me?”
Every word and action was extremely oppressive, and the atmosphere instantly froze.
But Natsume Rina hadn't stooped to the point of obediently begging for mercy. She smiled, her eyes filled with a flickering, enigmatic look.
"Since you've investigated, you should know very well who I am."
Yes, we did investigate, but the information provided doesn't match up at all.
Kurosawa Shiran slowly walked up to her, quickly resuming his casual tone, and asked, "High-functioning antisocial personality disorder?"
“...You’re mistaken,” Natsume Rina straightened up and smiled. “You won’t find a single person in all of London who is more normal than me.”
Upon hearing this, Kurosawa Shiran bent over and burst into laughter: "Sister, you're so cute..."
This was truly the first time he had met someone who had sustained his interest for so long.
He didn't ask any more questions, put down the bag, left the room and went to the living room, then took out a blanket from the closet, lay down and covered himself with it to sleep.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of long, drawn-out breathing could be heard.
About two hours later, the light suddenly flickered, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
Kurosawa Shiran opened her eyes in the darkness, unable to suppress the smile on her lips, but her eyes gradually turned cold, chillingly icy.
It's terrifying.
It seems the rats hiding in the shadows can't wait any longer.
Rina Natsume was actually feeling a little sleepy, but the sudden power outage woke her up again.
She put the reagent back in its place, then used tweezers to feel the pearls in the dish, putting them one by one into the evidence bag.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang from the window, and glass shattered all over the floor.
Someone broke in through the window.
Rina Natsume sighed silently and carefully felt along the edge of the table.
A crisp "snap" sound.
Hearing the sounds of fighting nearby, Natsume Rina turned on the spare light in the room without hesitation.
Although it's a very dangerous thing, at least it provides some light.
"Sister?" A faint light suddenly appeared in the room. Kurosawa Shiran stood with someone under her feet, paused subtly for two seconds, and looked at her with a pitiful and submissive expression. "Sister, they are bad people."
The person lying on the ground had no obvious external injuries, but showed no reaction whatsoever.
Rina Natsume felt a little conflicted, sensing that he was likely already dead.
However, before he could think further, someone suddenly popped out from under the table, shouting, "Watch out!"
Kurosawa Shiran kept her eyes downcast, as if she hadn't reacted yet.
The man, wearing a mask, held a pistol to Kurosawa Shiran's back and looked at Natsume Rina, "Hand over what you have, or I'll kill him!"
This man speaks German, has well-developed muscles and large tattoos, so he's probably a mercenary or a member of the mafia.
“Sister…” Kurosawa Shiran was poked by the gun again, and blinked pitifully at her to express her innocence and grievance.
Rina Natsume took a deep breath and raised the evidence bag in her hand.
The man's face was ashen, and he could no longer contain himself, roaring in fury: "Throw it over here, or your man will die!"
The situation was indeed very serious. He glanced at his companion on the ground, who was clearly emotionally broken and barely managed to suppress the urge to vomit.
Without hesitation, Natsume Rina threw the things away.
"Damn it!" the man cursed.
The evidence bag was more than three meters away from him; she did it on purpose.
Kurosawa Shiran paused slightly, shifting her gaze to the side, noticing that several pearls in the evidence bag had broken. "I don't like having a gun pointed at me."
The nonchalant tone of voice sent chills down my spine for no reason.
The evidence bag and that sentence distracted the man.
Natsume Rina stared intently at the two of them. Hearing this, she couldn't help but recall the day she held a gun to his lower back...
It's definitely best not to put yourself in danger.
The next moment, Kurosawa Shiran grabbed his wrist and crushed his hand bones instantly, then clenched his fist and punched him hard in the abdomen.
The movements were clean, efficient, and extremely fast.
The man collapsed the moment the pistol hit the floor.
Natsume Rina was completely caught off guard; she didn't even see how Kurosawa Shiran turned around.
She had no idea how she was pulled into someone's arms.
"Sister, I'm so scared!" Kurosawa Shiran narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of malice creeping into her mind.
Without batting an eye, he opened his arms wide, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace.
Rina Natsume's pupils dilated for a moment, and she took a step back, bumping her waist against the edge of the table.
He maintained a forceful, restraining posture, burying his face in her neck, sobbing and feigning a pitiful state.
Until she felt something wet slowly lick her neck.
Natsume Rina snapped back to her senses and grabbed the back of his collar, pulling him away.
The room was now in even greater chaos. Kurosawa Shiran cooperated with her movements and let go of her hand, but she didn't know what she touched. An electric current instantly surged through her entire arm, and her vision went white as she collapsed.
Natsume Rina: "..."
Let's bury them together.
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