Chapter 60
Sagara returned to the police station with a heavy heart, sat down in his seat, and hesitated whether to tell Sato what had happened.
As it turned out, his colleague said he wasn't there, and Sagara inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
When Natsume Rina came to the police station that day, it was clear that she had a good relationship with Sato. If that's the case, it would be difficult for the police officer to avoid making a mistake.
Sagara turned on his computer and typed "Natsume Rina" into the search bar.
I have to admit, she is an incredibly capable woman.
A graduate of Oxford University, he solved more than a dozen murder cases in just three years as Takizawa Nanase's assistant. Moreover, he had previously been involved with the mafia overseas.
Seeing this, Sagara recalled the psychological profile he had previously created and became even more certain. Next, all he needed to do was gather evidence and the motive for the crime.
Just then, a group of men burst into the office. They were all wearing dark suits, red ties, and badges with the "SP" logo and number on their chests.
The bureau chief also came over and asked him, "How's the case progressing?"
Sagara gave a detailed report, and after thinking about the photograph, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to hand it over.
The bureau chief glanced at the photo, his expression suddenly becoming very complicated. "Now that the suspect has been identified, we need to follow up immediately."
Sagara nodded.
Miyako finished writing the report and walked out of the forensic room, just in time to see that scene.
This has happened several times before. SP always follows the orders of his superiors. This case may very well involve their interests.
Miyako handed them the autopsy reports of the nine people, and paused when she saw what Sagara was holding. "What's with this photo?" she asked.
Masanobu Mochida said in a deep voice, "She is now the prime suspect."
Miyako: "Are you kidding me? You convict someone based on just one photo?"
“To be honest, Natsume Rina, she is now not only a suspect in the murder of these nine men, but also the prime suspect in the murder of Takizawa Nanase,” Mochida Masanobu said while looking at the documents on the table. “As far as we know, she has a tattoo.”
Miyako frowned and said, "I know about this. It was an accident."
“That’s a unique mark of the Blue Whale organization,” Masanobu Mochida leaned down to look at her. “She used to work for that organization.”
Miyako met his gaze without flinching. "Where's the evidence?"
“She won’t deny it.” Masanobu Mochida’s gaze shifted downwards, landing on the name tag on her chest. “This…Ms. Miyako, we shouldn’t have any sympathy for criminals, even if she is your family or friend, she is not trustworthy.”
Miyako bit her lip.
Masanobu Mochida smiled and said, "Have her come over. If the military and police are involved, you know all too well what will happen to her."
Sagara was stunned for a moment. "Senior, there are still many things in this case that haven't been investigated. We can't confirm that she is the murderer yet."
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By the time we got back to the villa, it was completely dark.
Sato sent the information provided by the families of the nine victims to Rina's phone. After taking a shower, he went to the living room to sort through the clues.
At this time, he should be in bed resting, but now, because of this case, Rina is ignoring him. Kurosawa Shiran has an indescribable resentment in his eyes as he lies on the sofa whimpering, either pretending to cough or whimpering like a pitiful puppy.
Unfortunately, none of his affected little gestures worked. Rina said, "If you're sleepy, go upstairs and go to sleep."
Kurosawa Shiran: "I want to stay with my sister."
If it weren't for that foot constantly rubbing against her calf, Rina would almost believe he was a cute and well-behaved younger brother. "Then behave yourself."
Kurosawa Shiran looked regretful, her expression like that of a puppy that had been abandoned.
Rina sighed, and without realizing it, kissed his lips with a hint of indulgence. "You go to sleep first."
Kurosawa Shiran swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.
My sister is very smart and knows how to control his emotions, but there's one thing she doesn't understand—her kisses are practically the same as inviting him to bed.
Kurosawa Shiran licked his lips, his face showing no sign of being controlled by lust. He lay quietly to the side, half his face buried in his arms, his eyes staring straight at her.
Rina logged into her email on her computer and searched for classmates from university with whom she had been in contact.
After browsing through nearly two hundred messages, I finally found a photo of a ball in a chat with someone named Anna.
Hanazawa Yu wore a jet-black velvet dress with vintage lace trim, giving it a Victorian-era feel.
She was dancing gracefully with a foreign man at the ball.
Rina cracked her knuckles and sent Anna a message, asking how Professor Petsey was doing.
After doing all that, she checked the public opinion surrounding the case and recent news about the mayoral election.
Fujiwara Yukino's public relations are exceptionally well-managed. The majority of online comments are supportive, primarily from women, which is understandable given that she consistently mentions feminism in her writings. Her core message is against gender discrimination, advocating for equal political and economic rights for women, and breaking down stereotypes of dependency.
Hideo Kawashima, in the end, was a businessman. In the most prominent column of the newspaper, there was a group photo of him with various business owners, including Mary Morstein, the extremely wealthy lady.
As for Takeshi Suzuki, Rina didn't know what to say.
Since they've entered the election, why haven't they taken any action? Are they patiently waiting, or are they abstaining from voting?
Rina specifically searched for photos of him, but all she found were blurry pictures where his features were barely visible.
I shut down my computer; it was already 1 a.m.
She then noticed that there was no movement behind her. When she turned around, she saw Kurosawa Shiran lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
Her thick eyelashes resembled meticulously combed raven feathers, with a faint velvety sheen at the tips, trembling gently with her even breathing.
This face is truly impeccable; it's beautiful no matter how you look at it.
Rina smiled slightly, picked up a blanket and covered him with it, then turned and went to the balcony to answer the phone.
Hearing the sound of the lock being put on, Kurosawa Shiran opened her eyes. An unprecedented impulse and anger overwhelmed her reason, and the fierceness in her eyes could not be suppressed and overflowed.
He stared intently at Rina, who was outside answering Nogen's call and even smiling.
Everyone longs for a normal intimate relationship, and my sister is no exception. Only he is abnormal. If my sister likes that man, perhaps she should abandon him soon.
He simply didn't believe that his sister suspected Shimono Gen; rather than suspecting him, she seemed more like she was trying to clear him of suspicion.
Thinking this, Kurosawa Shiran walked to the glass of the balcony with her feet closed, her fingertips turning bluish-white from exerting too much force.
He no longer wanted to suppress it; the sadistic urges surging from his bones made him want to find someone to tear apart and rip their flesh to vent his frustration.
Rina noticed him, hesitated, but quickly looked away and continued talking to the person on the phone.
The light was too dim for her to see the emotions on Kurosawa Shiran's face.
Little did she know that her email contained more than just a reply; in addition, there was a photo of Shimono Gen carrying her on his back as they walked through a park filled with blooming crabapple blossoms.
After exchanging a few words, the two hung up the phone and turned around, only to find that the person had disappeared.
Rina turned on the living room light, looked around, and then went upstairs to check the bedroom and study. After confirming that no one was in the villa, she suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately went to the living room to turn on the computer screen.
Anna replied to the message.
But she not only answered the question, she also sent over a photo that they had accidentally taken while filming a short video.
"......"
Rina got up and went to the dressing room to find some clothes to change into. After turning off the listening device on her phone, she called Damian and asked her to check Kurosawa Shiran's location.
Kurosawa Shiran installed a listening device on her phone, while Rina was in his car.
The two were equally matched, so she didn't say much.
The rain at night was so fine it was almost invisible, but it softened the edges of the neon lights on the street.
Kurosawa Shiran put on black leather gloves, and after getting out of the car, his trench coat was covered with a thin layer of dampness.
As he entered the bar and weaved through the noisy crowd, a waiter noticed him and approached to ask, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Kurosawa Shiran: "What do you think?"
The waiter couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could tell from the aura that the other party was not someone to be trifled with. He took two steps back, silently gripped the gun at his waist, and smiled respectfully, assuming that the person was someone invited by Nakamura Yukio. "I'll take you there."
Kurosawa Shiran had half her face hidden in the shadows as she followed him into the elevator, arriving at the second basement level of the bar.
The garage has been converted into a secret location for underground transactions.
Five bodyguards stood guard at the elevator entrance, one of whom was wiping his pistol and occasionally aiming it at the air.
They stared at Kurosawa Shiran until he brushed past them, then couldn't help but let out an impatient sneer.
"This face is more suited to be a male escort at a bar!"
"You know what, rich women really like this kind of thing!"
Kurosawa Shiran turned to look at them, her gaze lingering in the air for a moment before leaving the elevator door.
The waiter was startled, handed the person over to them, and quickly took the elevator away.
The bodyguard cursed him as a coward, led Kurosawa Shiran into a corridor, walked to the end, pressed a communication device by the door, and only after obtaining permission from the person inside did the door open.
The moment the door opened, Kurosawa Tokiran's true nature was revealed, and a cruel smile slowly crept onto his lips.
The bodyguard didn't even see him draw the knife, so much so that when the knife was at his neck, he had no time to react.
At that moment, excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. The violent, demonic face he saw was something he would remember for the rest of his life if he survived.
Warm blood splattered on his face. Kurosawa Shiran turned his head and looked at the panicked people in the room. His eyes shone with an astonishing light, as if he was enjoying some kind of pleasure.
Yukio Nakamura had assumed he was there to collaborate, since she had extended an invitation to him earlier.
"What do you mean by this!?"
Kurosawa Shiran slowly approached: "Why did you send someone to follow her?"
Nakamura Yukio tried to calm herself: "All I know is to tell her again not to get involved in that case!"
Dark red liquid dripped down the blade. Kurosawa Shiran said, "Didn't I tell you not to interfere in her affairs?"
Nakamura Yukio stood up and looked into those eyes, as if she had returned to many years ago.
It was Christmas Day, and they were fleeing for their lives in a small alley in New York. To protect himself from harm, he actually used a piece of broken glass from the roadside to stab the thug in the neck.
In that instant, the child's eyes revealed a straightforward and insane killing intent. Even though the person lying on the ground wasn't her, Nakamura Yukio felt her whole body stiffen and she even forgot to breathe.
Now, the knife was pointed at her, and Nakamura Yukio shouted sharply, "Are you insane! I am your mother!"
Dark red liquid dripped onto her collar, leaving a small, dark stain.
Kurosawa Shiran's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Nakamura Yukio felt unprecedented shock and fear, her fingernails almost digging into her flesh.
At this moment, she was nothing more than prey in the eyes of the other party.
There wasn't even hatred in those eyes.
Indeed, leaving that child in snowy Japan was the right choice; otherwise, he would have killed him long ago.
Nakamura Yukio said fiercely, "Kill me, do you think you can leave here alive?"
Kurosawa Shiran smiled and said, "You can pray in hell that those useless people outside can kill me."
Just as the blade was raised,
"Shi Lan!" When Lina saw this scene, she was speechless for a moment.
Nakamura Yukio closed her eyes, held her breath, and opened them instantly upon hearing the sound.
Kurosawa Shiran also reacted for a moment, stopping the knife in his hand at the most critical moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Yukio Nakamura lightly stomped on the floor beside her feet. The next moment, all the lights in the garage went out instantly, plunging the garage into darkness, while a sharp, piercing alarm sounded.
The garage was in complete chaos.
Rina's mind went blank for a moment, she felt dizzy, and her tinnitus flared up.
She groped her way into the room, leaning against the wall. Soon, she heard heavy breathing in front of her and smelled a nauseating stench of blood. She reached out and touched a strong, muscular body. Without thinking, she grabbed the man's arm and handcuffed them together to prevent him from continuing his rampage in the dark train depot.
But since we're already here, we shouldn't let this opportunity slip by. Rina asked, "Has everyone left?"
Kurosawa Shiran was slightly taken aback, then said, "Let's go."
They escaped through a secret passage.
"That's good." Rina carefully walked to Nakamura Yukio's desk, turned on her phone, and glanced at the documents in the dim light. Due to the urgency of the situation, she only glanced at them briefly, and then found a handgun under a pile of documents.
It's the American M1911, the same model as the one that killed Dante.
Rina took a deep breath, suddenly remembering something important. She shone her phone light on the little madman's face to check his emotions again. "Quick, let's go. I'm calling the police."
When Kurosawa Shiran met her gaze, his pupils contracted slightly, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, carrying an almost obsessive madness.
Rina gritted her teeth, and then she heard a police siren.
Kurosawa Shiran led Rina out through the emergency exit on the other side of the garage.
His steps were unwavering, clearly indicating that he had already familiarized himself with the situation.
After getting into the car, they were finally out of danger. Rina tugged at the handcuffs, trying to unlock them: "What's wrong with you running around in the middle of the night?"
Kurosawa Shiran withdrew his hand, preventing her from unlocking the car. He silently gazed at her for a moment before starting the car and leaving the street.
He was quite good at driving with one hand, and since there wouldn't be many cars on this road at 3 a.m., Rina didn't try again. But the thought of him running away and acting crazy made her furious. "If there's a next time, don't come back. Go find someone else who cares about you!"
Kurosawa Shiran was unusually quiet this time, without acting cute or making any coquettish noises.
His tone turned somber, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction and coldness.
"Why didn't my sister explain that photo to me?"
Rina's face fell, and she retorted, "Do you think it's normal for me to have never had a crush on anyone in my life?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kurosawa Shiran stepped on the gas and the car shot forward.
If it weren't for the seatbelt, Rina felt like she would have been thrown out. She impatiently tugged at the handcuffs again, "Drive slowly."
Kurosawa Shiran's breathing became erratic, and a terrifying undercurrent was already surging in her eyes, a complex mix of emotions.
His anger and murderous intent were almost uncontrollable, and jealousy grew like vines, tightly binding his heart.
The car slowed down, and Kurosawa Shiran took a deep breath. After a long while, he asked, "...Does your sister still like him?"
Rina's expression turned extremely ugly: "Then what are you?"
Kurosawa Shiran didn't get the most direct answer, and her depressed mood still hadn't calmed down: "I just wanted to vent."
Upon hearing this, Lina's anger flared even more. "Who the hell taught you to vent like that?"
Don't even mention the saying "third time's the charm." If it happens again, Rina is already thinking of sending him to jail.
Rina had never rebuked him in such a serious tone before. In the past, she would just roll her eyes or sarcastically ask him, "Are you an idiot?" Most of the time, she would just give him the silent treatment.
Kurosawa Shiran subtly moved the handcuffed hand; he wanted to touch it, but withdrew it because of the blood on it.
"Nobody's here..."
The two returned to the villa, and Rina unlocked her handcuffs, but didn't say another word to him.
Kurosawa Shiran went to the bathroom to wash off the blood. When she came out, her eyes were red. Rina just looked up at her but didn't say anything.
The atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment. He tentatively spoke, his voice trembling slightly: "Sister."
Rina rarely paid attention to his wounds.
Because he often deliberately gets hurt to gain her attention, this habit obviously cannot be tolerated, but her attitude does change because of the wound.
And ultimately, this whole thing really stemmed from that photo of hers.
Lina waved helplessly, signaling him to come over: "It's inevitable to have emotions, but you need to find a different way to express them. Don't act like you're not socialized and need to be handcuffed when you go out."
Kurosawa Shiran's heart started racing. He stepped forward and hugged Rina on the bed, wrapping his arms around her back with restrained strength. He buried his face in Rina's neck, his cool nose brushing against the skin of her delicate artery.
Rina felt a pang of heartache at the thought that he had taken a cold shower. In the past, his body temperature would have been scorching hot, like a furnace, even through the fabric.
Kurosawa Shiran raised her eyes and stared at her, her blue eyes brimming with tears, and a look of loss of control finally appeared on her face. "I know I was wrong."
Rina met those teary eyes and her heart softened immediately. "You're being cute again. You always act cute when you make a mistake, and you always get away with it?"
Kurosawa Shiran's eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like she was about to shed a small pearl. "...This is the last time, just don't abandon me, sister."
"You know you're wrong but you won't change. You're always like this." And you even dare to make demands of her. Lina was almost laughing in anger. "I didn't say I didn't want you. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't have come looking for you."
When he returned this time, Kurosawa Shiran was indeed unusually depressed. It was probably because of a disagreement between mother and son. He looked at her with red eyes and tears in his eyes, like a bullied kitten.
Thinking of this, she became a little worried again, cupped Kurosawa Shiran's face in her hands, and looked at it carefully.
Then, a pure kiss, devoid of any desire, landed on his lips.
Kurosawa Shiran opened and closed her eyes several times to make sure that what was in front of her was not a fantasy. She then pressed the back of her head and deepened the pure kiss.
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