"The policeman has already come to check once last time. Is there anything else that needs to be checked again carefully?" The security guard returned the ID to Hinata Hajime with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Yes." Hinata Hajime tried to look serious. "We found some details that are inconvenient to disclose, so we have to confirm it again."

The security guard nodded seriously, "That's right. This responsible attitude is worthy of a police officer."

"Come in." The security guard took out the key and opened the door in front of him. "No one has been here during this period of time. I guarantee that the scene is exactly the same as before. However, Mr. Yuki died outside. Can we really find clues in his house? Ah, I'm not asking for details."

Hinata Hajime looked into the house. He could see the living room when he opened the door. The open-plan living room was not decorated ornately, and apart from the unmade bed, there was no trace of life at all.

"Does he rarely come here?" Hinata Hajime asked.

"Yes, I also told the police officer before that Mr. Yuki rarely comes here." The security guard nodded, "But it's normal. It's normal for rich second-generations like them to have several houses. Although this place is big, the transportation is not very convenient, but the scenery is nice."

The security guard touched his chin with one hand and said, "But a few days before Mr. Yuki's accident, the lights were on here at night."

"Thank you very much." Hinata Hajime smiled, put on gloves, and then put the box he brought with him on the ground.

Seeing that Hinata Hajime was about to conduct a professional inspection, the security guard left very tactfully. As an outsider, he was just a security guard and did not want to get involved in the case, let alone stay here to see anything. After the security guard left, Hinata Hajime breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the pretend suitcase and quickly shut the door.

[I got away with it.] Hinata Hajime was happy in his heart, [You really thought too highly of me by letting me pretend to be a police officer.]

[Fortunately, the security guard was not one to watch a show, so he left after confirming that the ID was genuine.]

Kamukura Izuru looked around through Hinata Hajime's eyes. After a moment, he lowered his eyelids slightly, "There is a smell."

[Hmm, smell?] Hinata Sou closed his eyes and sniffed.

There was a faint earthy smell in the huge room, which was only present when no one had lived in it for a long time. Other than that... hm?

Hinata Hajime opened his eyes, put the box aside, and followed the scent to the bed. On the floor on the other side of the bed was a bunch of unwrapped flowers, mixed with lilies and roses. Because no one had taken care of them for several days, the flowers had withered a little, and apart from the strange fragrance they emitted, they were really a bit ugly.

But why would he unpack a bouquet of flowers in a house that had not been inhabited for a long time?

[It seems like we need to take a closer look.] Hinata Sou sighed, [Even the previous police didn't find anything. Even if there is something, it is probably in a relatively hidden place.]

However, Hinata Hajime must find clues.

For this desperate event that has not yet surfaced.

Yuuki Asuka is a rich second-generation who owns a company. His family is rich and he himself has business talent. He managed his company very well in a few years and became one of the most valuable young people. He was one of the people pursuing Ishimaru Mai and was also the one who died in the fight.

Given his status, it was too outrageous for him to die in a fight, so Yuuki Asuka's family strongly demanded that the police conduct a thorough investigation.

However, as a businessman with some talent, Yuuki Asuka was very cautious. He even cleaned up his email and mobile phone contents regularly. The police investigated the messages he deleted and found the communications between him and the fighter. It turned out that they were communicating with each other through signals.

So far, the police have not deciphered the meaning of this signal.

To find new clues from this situation, you need to be more confident than before.

Hinata Sou closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left eye turned red. He glanced at the flowers scattered on the ground, then turned and walked to the side. He placed his hand on the wall, and his fingers slid forward along the wall little by little, trying to find any gaps that might exist on it.

This is an open room with a particularly large open-air balcony outside, which is a place specifically for picnics. Since it is used for this purpose, there must be a warehouse here.

Used to place various grills and picnic utensils.

Finding the warehouse was too easy. The warehouse was dirtier than expected, with dust everywhere. Dust flew up the moment the door was opened. Hinata Hajime covered his nose with one hand, but at that moment, he seemed to smell a faint smell.

Hinata Hajime frowned slightly. It was the scent of flowers in the room.

He lowered his head and began to search in the room, and finally he found a withered petal in a corner.

It was really strange that the withered petals appeared here. After all, this was a warehouse, full of dust and without a trash can. How could he come here with a bunch of flowers?

Hinata Hajime simply pressed his hand on the ground, not caring whether the ground was covered with dust or not. He kept trying, and finally touched a piece of floor next to him that was different from the surrounding floor. This floor looked very dirty, but it was all old, and there were traces of manual sprinkling of dust and covering it with other things.

That's it.

He pried the floor up with force, and with a click, Hinata Hajime heard a faint sound of electric current. He looked around, and there was a hint of subtlety in his heterochromatic eyes.

The analytical ability quickly determined that the sound was sending an alarm. The owner of this place installed an alarm system. As long as his entry process was not followed, an alarm would be sent to the owner's mobile phone. But unfortunately, Yuuki Asuka was already dead, and his mobile phone remained turned off and was kept in the police station, so he would not receive the alarm.

Throwing the crowbar to the side, Hinata Hajime jumped down with his hands full of ashes.

As soon as he went down, Hinata Hajime felt cold. The cold was not like the chilliness of being underground, but more like artificial refrigeration, like a refrigerator.

Hinata Creative is right.

After walking out of the narrow passage, Hinata Sou saw the small cold storage in front of him. There was a human leg placed in the place where frozen food should have been placed. The slender ankle and leg muscles told Hinata Sou that this was a woman who did not exercise enough. Reason told him that this foot and the arm found in the store before belonged to the same person.

Pink roses and white lilies were scattered around the frozen human legs. The flowers were frozen in an especially ugly way, retaining their bright colors. They were not beautiful, but just looked weird.

Next to the human legs, Hinata Hajime saw a large number of photos.

Those photos were obviously taken secretly, and there were even some private photos of women. Each photo was hung neatly next to it, and there was a note attached to each photo. On each note was his words of love, his thoughts, and what kind of perfect life he would give Ishimaru Mai.

Soon, these candid photos turned into corpses.

He said: I love you so much, my angel, I would be satisfied even if I only had your corpse.

He said: Do you like roses or lilies? But I think they are not worthy of you, they can only make you more beautiful.

He said: I will definitely take you away.

Hinata Souji stepped back with his consciousness. His face was not looking very good. He frowned and pressed his temples, thinking very hard about what this was. Was this victim the reincarnation of Enoshima Junko? She was loved so much that he wanted to dismember her body even after killing her.

But according to Matsushita Shin, this poor victim was indeed a normal person.

[Humans are really strange.] Kamuzuru Izuru said calmly, [They privately used flowers as a symbol of love, instilled a definition into it, and arbitrarily thought that the other party would accept it, but they did not think about what definition flowers belong to among plants, even now.]

Hinata Hajime: ...

He was literally choked.

Even though he was feeling sick for the criminal and sorry for the girl, all those feelings disappeared after Kamukura Izuru opened his mouth.

He felt uneasy all over.

So Hinata Hajime turned around and left, and when he returned to the dusty warehouse, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all... after all, he was the one who sent flowers.

Although thrown into the sea.

Yes, Hinata Hajime is very good at expressing his emotions and building friendly relationships with others. Even with Komaeda Nagito, the relationship was relatively peaceful when he didn't know that he was just a preparatory subject. However, he also has some things that he will never express in his life.

Even if the other person is yourself, even if the other person can always see his heart.

Even if they are just minding their own business and pretending nothing happened.

[What are you thinking about?] Kamukura Izuru suddenly spoke.

Hinata Hajime was silent for a moment, then frowned. [I was thinking: Besides flowers, what else would you consider boring and thus belittle?]

[I don't think there's any need to impose a definition on anything.] Kamukura Izuru's voice was calm, [It's very boring to talk about definitions apart from the essence.]

[Then, Deru, have you ever thought that humans need this kind of definition?] Hinata Hajime tried to explain the desire of humans, [When you feel uneasy, you need something with this kind of definition to fill the void in your heart and calm your heart down again, so this is not something that should not exist at all.]

Kamizuru was silent for a few seconds.

【Outflow? 】

[Don't mind me, I'm just thinking about something.] Kamiya Izuru sat by the mirror lake, looking at the blooming rose under the mirror, [Do you think you are uneasy, or do you think I will be uneasy?]

Hinata Hajime: ...

[I didn't!] Hinata Hajime quickly retorted, [Flowers don't have to be for these things, they can also be a token of gratitude and blessing.]

Your heart is beating.

[If the heart doesn't beat, then it's a corpse.] Hinata frowned, [I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone to that flower shop. If I hadn't gone to the flower shop, I wouldn't have been forced to give him a rose, and I wouldn't have discussed the definition of a bouquet at a crime scene like this.]

Kamiya Izuru didn't continue talking. He lay on his back with his long black hair scattered on the ground. Kamiya Izuru looked at the pale sky with a calm expression as if nothing had happened.

There was no need to continue discussing this topic, as it was a very difficult topic for both of them to fully clarify.

He has never thought about changing Hinata Hajime, because this kind of Hinata Hajime is Hinata Hajime, the ordinary self who will never lose his feelings.

But Hinata Hajime, have you ever thought about one thing?

If he hadn't accepted it, why would he have gotten the flower here?

The mirror is placed between them, and they have the same heart and will produce the same throbbing.

This is a matter of course.