Chapter 26
Kurosawa Shiran stood in the living room, looked around, and gave a kind smile, though it didn't reach her eyes.
He calmly asked, "You're my sister's boyfriend?"
He was just over 1.7 meters tall, with not particularly broad shoulders and back. If you got close, you could see bluish-black stubble. He had a pointed, fox-like face with slightly drooping eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled. He had an extremely ordinary appearance, with almost no features that would make him memorable at first glance.
What exactly does my sister like about him?
Is liking him too ordinary...?
Kurosawa Shiran felt a surge of irritation, but his expression remained impassive.
Damian pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "I'm not."
Kurosawa Shiran completely ignored what he was saying, took off her coat, skillfully hung it on the hanger, and found a cup in the closet. "I live with my sister, you don't mind, do you?"
As soon as Rina entered the house, she saw the peacock with its tail feathers spread out, pretending to be the owner of the house, pouring tea for Damian.
Damian thought for a moment and said, "I think you might have misunderstood something."
“My sister and I are completely innocent, nothing has happened,” Kurozawa Shiran placed the gift box in front of him, deliberately lowering her voice, “This is a gift for meeting you, I hope you like it.”
Damian glanced at Rina, then pointed upstairs. "I'm not her boyfriend. Her boyfriend's nose is extremely sensitive to Rina's scent. He should be in the bedroom now."
Rina rarely encounters normal people, and the person in front of her is very likely also a mental patient.
"Is that so?" To barge into someone's bedroom on one's first visit to their home—one's intentions are obvious.
Why would my sister fall for such an idiot?
Sure enough, I still need to find an opportunity to kill him.
Kurosawa Shiran couldn't help but have a wicked thought: "Sister, aren't you spoiling him too much?"
Damian cut to the chase: "Who exactly are we condoning?"
Kurosawa Shiran was silent for a moment, then turned around and saw an annoying guy perched on Rina's shoulder, and frowned suddenly.
A white bearded dragon, with a thick, flat body, covered with spiky scales on its back and neck, its entire body as white as snow, each scale like a meticulously carved piece of white jade, its two dark, shiny eyes darting around, observing the movements around it.
Isn't that his designated spot?
"Sister, aren't you going to call your boyfriend out?"
Rina tapped the little guy's head with her finger. "Isn't he right here?"
Kurosawa Shiran stood there, stunned.
Damian: "Didn't Rina tell you? This white bearded dragon's name is Boyfriend."
Kurosawa Shiran: "So, my sister doesn't have a boyfriend at all."
She's clearly someone he can disregard, yet she won't allow others to covet her? Rina turned her head to glance at her, a bewitching smile playing on her lips. "You're only just realizing that?"
Kurosawa Shiran stared at Rina in disbelief, muttering, "My sister actually did something bad to me."
Rina chuckled: "You have to believe me."
“Sister, you’re still laughing,” Kurosawa Shiran said. “Sister, do you know how heartbroken I am?”
Rina: "I didn't notice at all."
A person with absolutely no moral bottom line will not respect someone who is married.
Kurosawa Shiran stared at her, her dark gaze sweeping over her inch by inch from bottom to top, finally meeting her eyes. She unconsciously lowered her voice and said, "So, my sister is black sesame filling."
"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" The boy's gaze was like a scorching flame, seemingly capable of leaving a mark on the skin. Rina looked away, her gaze shifting elsewhere.
While the two were talking, Damian had already quietly opened the gift box.
Then, unexpectedly, a bright green baseball cap was placed in front of me, with the tag still on, priced at five figures.
Damian twirled his hat around, looking everyone up and down.
Well, the green brain doesn't have a very good connotation, but the price is quite reasonable.
Rina: "...I think I've spoiled you too much."
Kurosawa Shiran instantly appeared pitiful and weak, and the invisible tail behind him drooped down.
Lina suddenly remembered something, "Search for information about the Dune Research Institute and send it to me in a bit."
After saying that, she glanced at the time, changed her shoes, and said, "I have to go out for a bit. You all stay home."
Kurosawa Shiran: "I want to go too."
Rina: "No need, I'll be back in a bit."
A little while? Based on Damian's understanding of her, a little while was entirely dependent on her mood.
So, I guess they didn't want that mentally unstable person to come along.
However, leaving this patient with him is still going too far.
The entryway door slammed shut.
Kurosawa Shiran raised her head and looked at the open door of the room upstairs, a sharp curve appearing between her chin and neck.
"You know where she is, right?"
He's about to lose his patience.
But the older sister didn't notice at all.
He was the guinea pig she used as a test subject back then.
Damian pushed up his glasses, thinking he should comfort the patient: "Well, when you first get to know Rina, you'll definitely think she's a gentle person, but as time goes by and you spend more time with her, you'll find that she's a very cold person, and it's very difficult to maintain a close relationship with her. It took Mr. Nanase a whole year to get her to join him."
Kurosawa Shiran paused for a moment, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids, obscuring the emotions in her eyes. "Is that so?"
Damian said, "At that time, her mental state was very unstable, and she often argued with Mr. Nanase... But you are special, and Rina likes you very much."
Kurosawa Shiran: "Do you know what she did before?"
Damian thought for a moment, "According to Mr. Nanase, she had already entered the research institute to do experiments when she was in school, but not long after, an accident happened in the laboratory, and Rina deleted all the experimental data from the research institute."
Kurosawa Shiran: "Delete the evidence against yourself?"
“Well, not really,” Damian shuddered and stammered, “That research institute was legal on the surface, and she was kept in the dark.”
"You think she can forget the evidence of her crimes in just five years?" Kurosawa Shiran said. "Don't you find that ridiculous?"
"..." Damian realized the atmosphere was off and replied after a while, "Then you should tell her in person. Mr. Nanase said that she has memory problems."
Kurosawa Shiran's expression shifted slightly, his eyes turning icy cold enough to instill fear: "What do you mean?"
“Mr. Nanase is also investigating, but he hasn’t had time to find out the truth yet…” Damian swallowed hard. “Rina doesn’t know about this matter; she’s probably worried about a relapse of her condition.”
If her life cannot be guaranteed, it is best not to try to correct her memory.
Memory problems... Who would believe such an absurd excuse?
Kurosawa Shiran turned her head to the side, staring at the groceries she had bought from the supermarket, and felt like she had really gone crazy.
This is an absolutely ridiculous farce.
Five minutes later, Damian watched the man leave, then immediately went to the kitchen.
Sure enough, those things had already been thrown into the trash can.
The deceased in the abandoned port was named Ryoko Ishikawa. She was a student at Kyoto Women's Higher Vocational School and worked in the investigation department of a news agency after graduation. She was 25 years old and single.
According to inquiries and investigations by company employees, Ryoko Ishikawa is a kind and responsible person, but she has an overly close relationship with Naoki Kimura, a senior executive of the company, and there is an improper relationship between them.
"You also attended a class reunion at Naoki Kimura's house last night, right?" Sato raised an eyebrow at the person opposite him.
Rina crossed her legs, leaned lazily against the back of her chair, and turned the desk lamp over.
She said, "Yes, around 7:20."
Sato was blinded by the light and turned the lamp towards the ceiling.
He said thoughtfully, "In other words, Masako returned to the gallery from the swimming pool at 7:20. She had been away from the gallery for about two hours, which was more than enough time to drive from the gallery to the port, and it coincides with the time of the deceased's death."
Rina: "Are you doubting Masako?"
“She’s already been taken back to the police station as a suspect. It’s all thanks to Kazumi testifying for Sakurai Yui; otherwise, it would have been very difficult to clear her of suspicion.” Sato paused, then blurted out, “You should know that last night, because of some misunderstanding, Kazumi was locked in Sakurai Yui’s bedroom, while she went to the room across the hall to cry. During that time, Kazumi can testify for Sakurai Yui that she never left the room. Is there a problem?”
Rina sat up straight. "When I arrived, Yui said that Kazumi was already asleep."
Sato closed his notebook and explained, "Kazumi said she was pretending to be asleep. As for Masako, there's no witness to her swimming at the pool. And the room where Sakurai Yui was is a locked room. It's obvious who the suspect is. Do you have any more questions?"
Rina: "What's the motive?"
“A while ago, a news agency exposed the private life of Masako, an elite lawyer. The person who wrote that report was none other than Ryoko Ishikawa.” Sato took a newspaper out of his notebook and handed it to her.
“He climbed the social ladder by associating with high-ranking officials and using his public office to advance his career,” Rina said as she looked at the document. “I bet this high-ranking official is Kirihara Nobunaga, whose father is the chairman of the special committee of the Financial System Research Council.”
These newspapers are like that; they confuse the cause-and-effect logic of events, ignore multiple perspectives, and exaggerate.
Sato nodded. "You're right. She has powerful backers. I used to read about them in the newspapers all the time. So after this was exposed, many people questioned her abilities. It's not easy for a woman to make her way in the world. She's worked so hard for so many years and finally made a name for herself in the legal profession. Now this report has ruined it all."
Rina: "This motive is valid."
Sato led her out of the interrogation room, and when Rina saw Miyako, she called her over.
Miyako stopped and asked, "Is something the matter?"
Rina suddenly asked, "We were high school classmates, right?"
Perhaps the question was too silly. Miyako raised her hand and touched her forehead. She didn't have a fever. "Are you still half asleep?"
Rina: "I just wanted to confirm with you."
Miyako looked at her with suspicion. "What happened?"
Rina pursed her lips and paused for a moment before answering. "It's probably a side effect of the medication I took before. My memory is a bit confused right now."
Miyako wasn't exactly an expert in any area, but she still asked a few more questions: "What do you mean by chaos?"
“Hmm…” Rina thought for a moment, “Some non-existent memories will suddenly appear in my mind.”
Miyako: "Are you getting too close to those people? Or are you under too much psychological pressure?"
Rina: "Perhaps—"
Before he could finish speaking, the phone in the other person's pocket suddenly rang.
“Go see a psychologist when you have time. Your health is the most important thing,” Miyako added as she answered the phone. “Even if it’s a minor fracture, you should still wear a cast.”
"Okay, thank you for your concern." Rina looked obedient and smiled as she watched her leave.
Then he turned and walked out of the police station, heading to a bar.
The noisier the environment, the calmer she can become.
A bar is a good option.
Rina ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and soon after, several men came over and started chatting with her.
Undeniably, she has a beautiful appearance, and in a place like this, she not only doesn't get lost in the crowd, but is quite eye-catching.
Rina has a good temper and a nice personality; she can quickly become familiar with everyone after just a few words.
One of them was a British exchange student, two years younger than her, and the two had a fairly good chat about London's food and tourist attractions.
Rina was in a good mood and accepted the wine he offered.
The man smiled and said, "Sister, what do you do for a living? Your hands are so beautiful."
Hearing that address, Rina smiled softly, a hint of relief in her voice: "The data writer—"
However, before she could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.
Rina's instincts were screaming, and when she turned her head, she saw Kurosawa Shiran looking at her.
His blue eyes were like bottomless black holes, seemingly capable of swallowing people whole.
"You dare call me 'sister'?" The voice was as cold as iron, transforming intense possessiveness into a tangible sense of oppression.
A subtle emotion welled up in Rina's heart. She keenly sensed something unusual and suddenly realized that she shouldn't have ignored his presence.
Upon arriving at the bar, she felt a chilling gaze upon her.
He was watching her every move from the shadows, and Lina knew very well that it was murderous intent.
But it seems that's not the case now.
Kurosawa Shiran wrapped one arm around her lower back and slowly tightened his grip, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint, and said to the person, "How long are you going to keep staring at my sister?"
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