Chapter 69
After a night of twists and turns, a police officer lived up to expectations and finally found Fujiwara Nozomi's body in the reeds downstream of the reservoir.
The newspaper reporters who were staking out the area worked overtime, and sure enough, the story was published in the newspaper the next morning.
Sato, who hadn't slept a wink all night, looked at the bomb on the reservoir gate that had already been dismantled, still feeling lingering fear.
You should know that it rained all day yesterday, and the red-painted water level control line was flooded by two fingers' width, and it was even rising at a visible speed.
If the sluice gate is blown up, the water will rush out wildly through the gap and rush downstream. In that case, the nearby fishing boats and the police officers responsible for retrieving the bodies will have no way to escape and will only be swept away.
It seems he really needs to put up a banner for that creature.
Sato's phone vibrated in his pocket, snapping him out of his reverie. He answered the call, let Yukiho know he was safe, gave her a few words of advice, and then hung up.
After dealing with things here, he still needs to go to the police station and the hospital.
This case involves many people, including the police chief, who and Masanobu Mochida were arrested on suspicion of corruption. New SP members were sent from Tokyo to assist in the investigation, and now his only assistant is seriously injured and hospitalized, so almost all the reporting work is on his shoulders.
He hates writing reports the most.
After a while, he watched as the people below completed the evidence collection, and his phone kept ringing. He quickly drove to the city.
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Rina lay on the hospital bed as if she were at home, holding a coffee in one hand and a remote control to switch channels in the other.
Soon, she played Fujiwara Yukino's impassioned speech, freezing her on the television screen.
I just received a notification that Fujiwara no Kiyoko's body has been found.
In just one night, two people close to Fujiwara Yukino were implicated in a murder case, one of whom was the mastermind behind a series of killings.
Even if such a person wins the vote, he has no hope of running for office, since this case not only killed ten people but also involved an explosion, with extremely negative consequences.
Rina took a sip of her coffee and continued changing channels.
Just then, there was a knock on the ward door.
Rina said to come straight in.
Xuehui still seemed very nervous, pushing open the door with extreme caution, as if she had just robbed a bank.
There was nothing she could do; she was timid, and the most thrilling thing she had ever done was ride a car.
Now that she's carrying a real gun, she's more nervous than anyone else.
Throughout the journey, Xuehui dared not make eye contact with anyone, let alone touch them, for fear of accidentally attracting attention and prompting her to open her handbag.
However, there are other reasons why the door was opened cautiously.
Xuehui had just entered the hospital when she overheard several nurses talking.
They said that one of the two patients admitted last night was a teenager who was hit by a bomb. After surgery, three pieces of shrapnel were removed from his back. Fortunately, his bones and blood vessels were not damaged, and he was moved to another single room to rest.
Everything was fine until the nurses checked on patients late at night. The boy was standing at the door of another patient's room, clutching a pillow, and was sneaking in.
The nurses were startled and called the attending physician at 3 a.m. to check the wound. They then spent a long time patiently persuading the wound to rest.
Both of them are staying in single rooms. How can they recover if two people are crammed into one bed?
But he didn't take it seriously and insisted on sharing a bed with someone else.
Rina glanced over casually and was genuinely surprised. "Yukiho-nee, what brings you here?"
"You're in the hospital, how can I be your older sister if I don't come?" Xuehui closed the door and subconsciously looked for a second person in the room.
Rina sighed and said, "He went out."
Xuehui asked in shock, "They just finished surgery and went out?"
Is this person made of iron?
Rina was speechless, but that's how things were. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been woken up by the conversation outside the ward and let him in.
Xuehui placed the handbag next to Rina's hand and said in a low voice, "Well... now that things are resolved, this should be returned to its rightful owner."
Ever since she was pushed down the stairs that day, she has been unable to sleep at night. Rina was worried about her condition, so she put this thing under her pillow.
Rina smiled but didn't say anything.
Xuehui thought for a moment and then said, "Is this gun real?"
Rina hummed in agreement and chuckled, "How can you defend yourself with a fake one?"
“I overheard Sato talking to his colleague on the phone last time,” Yukiho paused, “The police suspect you’re a member of the mafia, so you should be careful and not let anyone frame you.”
Rina nodded obediently and sensibly: "I know."
“I brought you some fruit and some tea snacks,” Xuehui said, taking a lunchbox out of her handbag and placing it on the bedside table. “The fruit was peeled and cut, the tea snacks were fresh out of the oven, and there was also a box of candy.”
Rina: "I've wanted to eat Yukiho-nee's tea snacks for a long time."
Xuehui stared at her for a while, then said with a serious expression, "Sato has already quit smoking. You should also get rid of this bad habit; it's not good for your health."
As she spoke, she took the cigarette case and lighter from the bedside table.
Rina looked at the cigarette case that had escaped Kurosawa Shiran's search but unfortunately perished in Yukiho's hands, and felt a deep sense of regret.
Then, without warning, the door was pushed open, and when Arisu Kazumi walked in, she clicked her tongue in amazement: "How can someone treat a hospital room like their own home? Anyone who didn't know better would think they were saving the world with Ultraman. Why don't you just get a lifetime pass to the hospital?"
Lina thought to herself, "This isn't a medical consultation; this is someone looking for trouble."
Damian carried a large bag of things, his fox-like eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a meaningful smile.
Then Mrs. Haruhi came in. The old lady had a very rosy face, thick hair, and looked quite energetic. "It's been so long since I've seen you. How come you're in the hospital again, my little girl?"
It was just a mild concussion, and Rina didn't want it to be so lively today.
Arisu Kazumi looked her up and down, making sure she wasn't missing any limbs, and silently breathed a sigh of relief. Then she opened the bathroom door, wondering, "Where's that clingy tail?"
Rina smiled gently: "I'm going out."
Mrs. Kasuga, confused, asked, "What little tail?"
That's a long story, so Rina glossed over it and changed the subject, talking about the scarf around Yukiho's neck.
Women, regardless of age, are always attracted to new and beautiful things.
Soon, a group of people started talking about the latest styles from a certain clothing store in the fall.
Rina couldn't get a word in edgewise, her thoughts drifting away. Then she saw Sato bring in a nurse, and Kurosawa Shiran was also there.
The young nurse was startled and said, "The patient needs to rest. You can leave now that you've seen enough."
Arisu Kazumi had barely sat down when she was kicked out. Seeing Kurosawa Shiran standing there motionless, she angrily asked, "Why isn't he leaving?"
Kurosawa Shiran: "I'm a patient, are you?"
Sato looked at the two of them and said indifferently, "When children go out arguing, the elders want to talk to them. Kids are just so stubborn."
Rina: "..."
I've heard that the youngest in a family often likes to act superior to their elders. Sato has three older brothers, so it's understandable that he has such a strong sense of responsibility towards his elders.
Kurosawa Shiran narrowed her eyes slightly, slammed the door shut without hesitation, and quickly thought of how to throw this troublesome person out of the sixth-floor window.
Rina patted the seat next to her, gesturing for Kurosawa Shiran to sit down.
Sato's lips twitched, not giving Kurosawa Shiran a chance to speak in a sibilant tone, "There was just a notification that Mr. Kawashima broke his leg in a car accident, resulting in a lifelong disability, and has announced his withdrawal from the mayoral race. If nothing unexpected happens, Suzuki Takeshi will be elected mayor in the end."
The person least likely to win secured that position.
Rina's heart skipped a beat: "Where is Munakata's father?"
“Originally, they were going to hold someone accountable, but then they stopped,” Sato said. “Munekata Seiichi sustained minor injuries and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.”
Rina leaned back against the headboard: "That's strange."
Sato touched his newly sprouted stubble: "Where?"
Rina: "The photo that Sagara found."
Sato nodded in agreement, a thought flashing through his mind: "This is an internal problem within the police station; it will be investigated."
Rina: "What did Hanazawa Yu say inside?"
“She was determined to die.” Sato used a toothpick to poke a few pieces of apple to fill his stomach. “But it’s certain that she sent someone to push Yukiho downstairs.”
Rina: "It seems that things are more or less clear now."
“If this doesn’t end soon, I’ll go crazy. Just leave the rest to the police. You can rest easy and recover,” Sato rubbed his hands together, stood up, and suddenly remembered something. “By the way, how did you know that Chishima was taken away?”
Rina: "The cat's paws were dipped in mint-flavored juice, and there was a sleeping potion on them."
Sato frowned slightly and said, "I see. I've already adopted it. Will there be any problems?"
Rina: "No."
As Sato left the room and closed the door, he gave Kurosawa Shiran a sharp look, warning him not to do anything reckless.
Kurosawa Shiran didn't even glance at Sato. He lay on Rina's lap, casually playing with her hair. When he heard the door close, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. Then he slipped his hand into Rina's sleeve, feeling the pulse beating under her skin.
"elder sister."
"Um."
"elder sister."
"What's wrong?"
"elder sister."
"I'm calling back the soul." The tone and expression were extremely gentle and accommodating.
Kurosawa Shiran blinked playfully, "Sister, were you really scared by the bomb?"
Rina gave him a warning look.
Kurosawa Shiran changed her tune, saying, "Actually, my sister was worried that something might happen to me, right?"
Rina was silent for a moment, then raised her hand and flicked his head. "You just had surgery, and you're already running around everywhere?"
Kurosawa Shiran stopped speaking and gripped her waist tightly with one arm, his expression full of possessiveness.
Lina was taken aback by his gaze, and sighed, "If the bomb hadn't gotten damp, we would both be dead. How could I not worry about you?"
Kurosawa Shiran got the answer she wanted, and her eyes lit up again. "I've prepared a surprise for my sister."
Rina's heart warmed slightly: "What?"
Kurosawa Shiran grasped her wrist and kissed her palm again, her expression earnest and tender: "Sister, guess."
“Hmm,” Rina thought for a moment, “we went to the shopping street.”
Kurosawa Shiran nodded.
"You bought something?" Rina smiled when she saw the smile on his lips. "Looks like you bought something you wanted."
Kurosawa Shiran: "Keep guessing, sister."
Rina's voice was very gentle: "A souvenir?"
"No." Her voice was soft and slightly aggrieved. Kurosawa Shiran bit her fingertip as punishment.
Rina moved her lips slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not a doll, is it?"
Her cool voice carried a hint of tenderness. Kurosawa Shiran slightly raised her head and bit the tip of her ring finger, her eyes full of suggestive meaning.
Rina couldn't help but shudder slightly, preparing to continue guessing, when the nurse knocked on the door and said, "The attending physician needs to examine the wound of the patient in bed number seven."
Kurosawa Shiran's expression changed, her blue pupils gleaming coldly, and she said matter-of-factly, "I'm not going, my injuries have already healed."
Rina: "You're lying through your teeth."
Kurosawa Shiran gave a soft hum, her eyes sparkling, "Then give me a kiss, sister."
Nurse:"......."
Do you really treat her like she's invisible?
Rina quickly kissed him on the forehead and pushed him off the bed, "Go quickly, listen to the doctor."
Kurosawa Shiran reluctantly got out of bed and followed the nurse out of the room.
About a minute later, Rina heard the footsteps fading away, changed her clothes, left the ward, hailed a taxi, and headed to Nagoya.
An autumn rain fell, and the wind was cooler than usual, carrying a few fallen leaves that drifted by, adding a touch of melancholy.
Lina, carrying a bunch of white chrysanthemums, walked to the outermost part of the third row and found the bluish-gray stone monument.
Then, he paused for a moment when he saw an opened pack of cigarettes on the stone platform in front of the monument.
That was the brand that Takizawa Nanase liked to smoke the most. The cigarette butt was still hot, so that person probably hadn't gone far.
Rina had a bad feeling. She put the flowers aside, her fingers starting to tremble uncontrollably.
A small scratch can be faintly seen at the edge of the crack in the stone, as if someone has disturbed it.
Rina carefully lifted the stone slab, and a smell mixed with dirt and mildew wafted out.
She held her breath, opened the urn, and reached inside, trying to find the item in the ashes. But the answer was obvious: someone had taken the list that Franklin had mentioned before.
Rina looked down at the ashes on her hands and suddenly felt that the cemetery was eerily quiet; even the rustling of pine branches in the wind had disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a feeling of dizziness crept up my spine, and the bluish-gray stone surface swayed into a blur in my vision.
Rina pinched her palm hard with her fingertips, trying to wake herself up with pain, but the dizziness did not lessen, but instead became more and more intense. The dull pain in the back of her head spread to her temples, as if countless fine needles were piercing her.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
Drowsiness, dull pain.
Why is this happening?
If she could have a good cry, she wouldn't even know why she was crying.
Lina thought about it with utter exhaustion, but she still had to face the only reality before her.
She couldn't just let him go like that.
Even if it means certain death, we cannot let him go like this!
Rina knelt before the tombstone, her throat burning with a soreness. After an unknown amount of time, her eyes finally focused and she regained consciousness.
Then, after a long time, everything seemed to calm down again, and it was already very late.
She didn't know how she got back to the ward; she was in a daze and only reacted when she heard the vote results being announced on TV.
Takeshi Suzuki was giving his victory speech on television, and that familiar face confirmed her suspicions time and time again.
At this moment, all the trust turned into a knife stuck in her heart. In her eyes, every word that person said contained intense malice, as if it were a silent mockery.
Rina lifted the chair and smashed it to pieces.
The screen made a piercing cracking sound, and glass shards flew everywhere, even cutting small cuts on her arm. But she felt no pain; the torment in her heart had already overshadowed all the physical suffering.
There were relatively few people in the VIP ward. The commotion inside the ward was only heard by the nurses in the hallway who rushed over.
Kurosawa Shiran stopped them, her tone leaving no room for argument, "If there's a problem, I'll call you."
The nurse hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
When Kurosawa Shiran pushed open the door, Rina yelled at him to get out, but he didn't leave or say anything.
Amidst intense emotional turmoil, Rina's hallucinations worsened, and through the cracks in the screen, she could almost see that person's hypocritical face reflected.
She picked up the chair and slammed it down again, but the face was still there, grinning grotesquely. As she slammed it down again, her wrist was grabbed, and the chair was snatched from her hand.
Kurosawa Shiran hugged her tightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes for the first time, and said cautiously, "Sister, tell me if anything happens."
Rina slowly raised her head, staring at his face, carefully examining it. The anger in her heart was gradually replaced by a colder emotion, and an indescribable look appeared in her eyes. "It's nothing, it's just that the result we found... is not satisfactory."
Kurosawa Shiran: "Sister, don't hide it from me."
“You’ll find out later,” Rina said. “Change the room and have it cleaned.”
Kurosawa Shiran looked into her eyes, trying to find something: "Sister."
Rina looked away: "Didn't you say there was a surprise?"
Kurosawa Shiran let out a long breath, picked the person up in his arms, and carried them into the next ward. After settling the person in, he said a few words to the nurse outside the ward and then locked the door.
Rina's melancholy had faded considerably, but the grief and confusion in her eyes remained undeniable.
Kurosawa Shiran asked, "Does your older sister want something to eat?"
Rina: "No need, I'm not very hungry."
Kurosawa Shiran stared at her for a long time, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of her words, before sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the imported medicine and warm water that the nurse had prepared in advance into her hands.
"Sister, don't you have anything to say?"
After taking her medicine, Lina felt guilty and lay in the hospital bed, using her headache to solve the problem. "When have I ever lied to you?"
Kurosawa Shiran frowned slightly, remained silent, walked to the bedside with a dangerous emotion brewing in his eyes, and turned off the room light.
Lina was startled, her mind instantly clearing. "Come up and stay with me for a while."
The tone was calm, but it inexplicably made people feel sad.
Kurosawa Shiran didn't move: "You never tell me anything."
In the darkness, Rina found his hand: "Then, boyfriend, can I hug you for a while?"
Kurosawa Shiran paused noticeably, got into bed, chose the most comfortable position, rested her chin on her head, and pressed her back with her hand. "When did you start liking to coax people with sweet words, sister?"
Amidst the rustling sounds, the two pressed close together. Rina could feel his slightly warm body temperature. She tilted her head back and kissed his Adam's apple. "Don't you like what you're hearing?"
Kurosawa Shiran couldn't resist her provocation. Soon, his hand gently soothed Rina's back, then slid down to her waist, kneading it lightly.
Rina gradually sensed something unusual about it and reminded her, "You still have injuries."
"It won't affect anything." Kurosawa Shiran leaned down and sniffed her neck, his hot breath spraying onto her skin, his nose brushing against her clothes.
Lina suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Where's my surprise?"
Kurosawa Shiran chuckled, stopped what she was doing, trapped the person in her arms, and took a deep breath, "Sister."
Rina hummed in agreement, completely unprepared for what was about to happen. "What do you want to do—"
Receiving a response, Kurosawa Shiran took her hand, kissed it reverently, and then took out a silver ring from somewhere and slowly slipped it onto her ring finger.
Before Rina could finish speaking, her voice suddenly stopped, and her mind trembled. Her brain raced, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
Is this a marriage proposal?
The ring is made of pure silver without any extra embellishments, but the curved surface is polished to a delicate and warm finish. Only the faint silver luster flowing under the light subtly reveals its texture, adding a touch of understated restraint. Moreover, the thickness of the ring is just right, like a light and transparent silver thread, silently encircling the fingertip. It is unassuming yet becomes more and more charming the more you look at it.
"Sister," Kurosawa Shiran's heart pounded, she repeatedly adjusted her breathing to calm herself, and after a long pause, she finally spoke, "Sister, are you willing?"
Every word and sentence touches the heart.
Lina was lost in thought, subconsciously biting her lower lip. She was stunned for a long time, unable to speak, and stammered, "So young and already thinking about marriage?"
Kurosawa Shiran gazed at her with deep, burning eyes. "It represents my expectations for a long-term relationship, and it's a declaration to outsiders that you are mine."
His deep, husky voice is soothing to the ears.
Rina mischievously asked, "Can we not get married?"
Kurosawa Shiran had no idea what she was thinking. An indescribable sense of loss and coldness welled up in her heart, and she resolutely refused, "No."
Rina smiled and said, "You haven't heard my answer yet."
"It's okay," Kurosawa Shiran comforted herself, giving an innocent smile, but what she said was not so true, "Sister, it's okay if you don't agree, I have ways to make you agree."
With so many people around her, there's bound to be someone who can make her submit. He has plenty of patience with her.
Kurosawa Shiran gently licked the skin outside Rina's wound with the tip of his tongue.
Before she knew it, Rina's heart was pounding, her mind was bursting with excitement, and she finally crossed that red line, whispering in his ear, "I promise you."
Kurosawa Shiran reacted for a moment, raised her head, closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them again and kissed her passionately.
In an instant, all the emotions that the two had accumulated during the explosion that night were released.
The overwhelming scent of him filled her nostrils, and the lingering kisses between their lips turned into biting. Rina could barely breathe, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a damp mist clung to the corners of her eyes, staining them with a vibrant blush.
Rina continued to respond to him, and the next moment, that extremely oppressive body pressed down on her.
Kurosawa Shiran felt hot and humid from her breath, sweat trickling down her cheeks, and the veins on her neck bulging clearly. "Sister, you promised me?"
Lina, panting, pushed him and laughed in exasperation: "You really are disabled but determined. Can't you just behave yourself?"
Kurosawa Shiran wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed restlessly against her: "I don't like hospital rooms either, but my sister always tempts me... I want you."
"Stop throwing mud at me," Rina lifted his clothes and saw that, sure enough, the wound had reopened and the gauze was stained red. "I noticed you had self-harm tendencies when you were a child, and you still haven't gotten rid of this habit now that you're grown up."
Kurosawa Shiran's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he kissed her lips in a flattering manner. "In that case, my sister will always stay by my side, just like when I was sick. She sat by my bedside for two nights. No one has ever treated me like that before."
Rina tried to ignore the object digging into her inner thigh and said, "From now on, someone will always be there to protect you."
She glanced at the wall clock, avoiding the wound, and offered him gentle, intermittent comforting words on his back.
They left when it was light.
Kurosawa Shiran's constitution was special, so she used three times the normal dosage to put him into a deep sleep. Just in case, she also left her phone number with Damian, asking him to come and keep an eye on him.
The cool sun slowly rose.
When Rina arrived at the building, the staff only glanced at her before letting her in without even searching her.
The other party seemed to have anticipated her arrival.
The secretary-general led her to the 22nd floor in the elevator, stood still, and said, "On the rooftop."
Rina didn't say anything, and slowly walked up the steps.
The moment she pushed open the door, she saw that familiar face under the sun, dressed in a suit and tie, but his tie was askew, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing the scars on his arms from protecting her.
"I've kept it a secret for so long, but you still found out."
Those eyes, which were always smiling, were now as dark as the night.
The person who once pulled her out of the abyss felt like a stranger to Rina. "Do you think I wouldn't recognize your face?"
Shimono Gen's hair was meticulously styled, and when combed up, it exuded a sense of authority, making him appear like a completely different person, especially with his current gaze.
He said casually, "I'm still not used to shaving my beard."
A disheveled middle-aged man has transformed into a mayor who commands attention and possesses a dignified yet understated presence.
Rina found it all ridiculous: "You killed Takizawa."
Shimono Gen stared at her reddened eyes and took two steps forward. "I thought you would continue to run away."
Rina: "Where can I escape to?"
“You can choose to stay,” Shimono Gen paused for a moment, “with me.”
Rina's eyes were bloodshot, with a faint red tinge at the corners, making her look even more sickly. "You also killed Xiangyin!"
Shimono Gen, unconcerned, corrected her, "She committed suicide."
Rina: "The person in the photo is you."
Shimono Gen looked at her silently without saying a word.
After a long pause, Rina's voice trembled, "What does your plan have to do with her?"
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, Shimono Gen subconsciously softened his voice: "It's okay."
Rina: "Then why did you involve her!"
The two looked at each other, then Shimono Gen looked away and sighed, "You'll regret knowing the answer."
Lina vaguely remembered something, took out a gun from her trench coat pocket, the cold metallic touch against her palm, the muzzle already pointed at him.
There seemed to be a chasm between the two, separating them from all their past.
She never imagined that one day she would point a gun at the person she once relied on so much.
Shimono Gen didn't see her as a threat, and just smiled weakly: "I won't hurt you."
Rina: "I have no evidence to accuse you."
Shimono Gen smiled silently: "I would prefer you to stay by my side."
Rina gritted her teeth: "Don't you feel disgusted saying that?"
Gen Shimono: "I killed Jones, the leader of the Blue Whale organization, and then I became him, but Takizawa found out about it very quickly."
Even though the question was silly, Rina couldn't help but ask, "Why do this?"
“Everyone has ambition,” Shimono Gen said. “Now I’m not only the head of the mafia, but also the mayor.”
Next, he can control everything here.
Rina: "You're the one who had someone leak Munakata Seiichi's private schedule, and you're the one who had someone put the photos in Mochida Masanobu's office. Also, the entertainment company's legal representative, Yuriko, was someone you changed at the last minute!"
Shimono Gen didn't deny it, nor did he think there was anything wrong with it: "Don't talk about me, Rina, there's no normal person around you, including your little boyfriend. He won't be content with the status quo, and he'll leave sooner or later."
Rina's finger was on the trigger, her fingertips trembling slightly from the force. "Shut up."
Shimono Gen took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and said slowly, "If you insist on your own way, you will have no choice."
Filled with grief and indignation, every word Rina uttered felt like a razor blade scraping her throat: "You've been deceiving me all along!"
Shimono Gen took a deep breath and said calmly, "If you don't behave, Kurosawa Tokiran's sins will be exposed to the public. A madman who takes pleasure in killing will have no place in this world."
Rina: "How can someone like you be fit to be mayor?"
Just then, a sharp police siren blared from afar.
Someone called the police, and because Shimono Gen's identity was special, the government immediately mobilized the military and police. In less than ten minutes, more than thirty police cars had surrounded the building, and helicopters and snipers were also in place, circling overhead.
Shimono Gen saw the infrared beam on her chest and sighed, "Why did it have to come to this? We shouldn't have let things escalate to this point."
Rina's mind gradually calmed down, sensing his cruelty and despicable nature, and she forced a bitter smile: "You were once the person I trusted most..."
The relationship that had been built up with such difficulty has now crumbled into ruins.
A complex emotion flashed in Shimono Gen's eyes. "Are you going to shoot? To give up your current life?"
You must understand that the moment the gun fires, the sniper will pull the trigger without hesitation, and she will undoubtedly die.
Upon receiving the news, Sato ran upstairs and witnessed this scene; his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He shouted, "Rina, don't shoot!"
Shimono Gen said calmly, "For your so-called justice, how many more people will you hurt?"
Sato didn't understand the meaning behind his words, but he trusted Rina's character and knew there must be a reason for her actions. He advised, "The truth will come out sooner or later. Don't be impulsive!"
Rina didn't react at all; all she could hear was the sound of the wind.
Sato continued, "Rina! If you shoot, you'll be an unforgivable sinner!"
“Let’s talk this out. Whatever difficulties you encounter, I can help you. The truth will come out eventually.” Seeing that there was no sign of her softening, Sato’s own face gradually turned pale. “Rina, think of those who love you. Yesterday in the hospital, everyone came to visit you. They all hope that you can live well!”
He turned on his communication device and repeatedly warned the sniper not to fire, but the next moment, he tried to move forward one step.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The moment Rina fired her shot, the sniper standing on the high ground also pulled the trigger.
Sato's mind went blank as he stared blankly at the scene before him, while the police officers behind him rushed over.
He realized what was happening, but the person was already lying in a pool of blood.
"Rina!"
Her marksmanship wasn't great, and Shimono Gen knew that, so he didn't take her seriously. But this time, he grazed his shoulder and suddenly felt an unbearable pain. Upon closer inspection, he was shocked to find that bluish-purple lines were appearing under his skin at a visible speed, and a sweet, fishy smell began to fill his nostrils.
She actually applied poison.
Shimono Gen's consciousness began to fade. With his last bit of strength, he looked up in Rina's direction and gave a twisted smile.
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