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Chapter 72: City Without Streets (1)

"I'm sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Chana covered her eyes and left.

……

After a while, inside the rental house.

After Chanel finished writing her last diary, she hung a rope on the beam of the room and thought that if someone died in the rental house, it would cause trouble for the landlord.

She took the rope off again.

She came to the river and looked at the turbid water, feeling a little hesitant.

She was thinking about her preferences, her life, and her ideals.

Chana likes making rice balls very much. Her rice balls are delicious. That's what her mother taught her. Her mother used to make a living by selling rice balls. The rice balls she makes are so delicious that they can be sold for money.

She was married before and her husband was also a teacher.

Her husband had cancer. In order to save him, she went to Western medicine, Chinese medicine, and even shrines.

But, it's no use.

All to no avail.

My husband still left.

Before my husband passed away, he wanted to help more people, so he donated his body to become a cadaver teacher.

After her husband died, she was heartbroken and in order to find something to do, she started helping others. She set aside part of her salary every month to donate to poor students, and wrote to them from time to time to listen to their troubles.

Chanel stopped by the lake.

She smiled, she still wanted to live.

If she lives, she can play a greater role, and her husband doesn't want her to go down to see him so early.

At this time, a passerby passed by and was surprised when he saw Chanel's face. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, comparing it with Chanel's face. Chanel frowned, covered her face, and wanted to leave.

The passerby poked his companion's body, pointed at Chanel and said in amazement: "Look, that's a prostitute."

……

Inside the shrine

Tetsuya Uehara stroked his chin and listened to Kayano Ai's story.

It turned out to be the case.

Ms. Chanel committed suicide for this reason.

Uehara Tetsuno said: "So, you want me to help you catch the person who spread the rumor?"

The witch nodded.

She put a hand on her chest and said, "Ms. Chanel is a good friend of Ai Yi."

"She died, Ai Yi is very sad."

Suzuki Aihua said, "Ai, if you want our help, one dance is not enough."

The witch lady looked serious and asked, "What do you need?"

Suzuki Aihua glanced at the shrine maiden's body with burning eyes.

She pointed at Kayano Ai and said, "Your body."

Kayano Ai frowned. She was not an ignorant person. The previous generation of shrine maidens had taught her physiology, so she had awareness of sexual safety.

It's just that her understanding of sex is just sex, and she doesn't associate it with society, chastity, or other social attributes.

She nodded and said, "Okay."

Uehara Tetsuya slapped the table and said, "Ms. Suzuki, who do you think I am?"

"You won't help others without compensation?"

"Am I such a bad person?"

Uehara Tetsuya stood up and said slowly: "How about this, next time when Suzuki and I do it, Miss Ai, you just watch from the side."

A flower as pure as Kayano Ai is so high up on the mountain. It would be too much to swallow it all at once. It should be savored slowly.

……

police station.

In the interrogation room, a young girl was caught and put on the interrogation chair.

The interrogation chair is a cold, boxy chair with iron legs cast into the floor. It has no ergonomic beauty at all and was made to inspire awe.

Miyata Kikue was restrained to a chair.

Her hands were cuffed with cold silver handcuffs, and her feet were shackled. As soon as she was pressed on the interrogation chair, the girl felt uncomfortable. The chair was very hard, so hard that it hurt her buttocks. The backrest was far away, and she couldn't lean on the back of the chair when she sat up straight, so her body leaned back.

‘click’

The handcuffs on her hands were cuffed to the seat of the interrogation chair. Her hands were uncomfortably touching each other with her back to back. Her hands were stuck and her body leaned back, with her back against the back of the chair. It was not comfortable at all, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Kikue Miyata could only sit up straight and wanted to cross her legs.

‘Wow’

At this time she found that her anklets were also locked to the ground, and her legs could only remain in an uncomfortable motionless position.

There was a bright light on the ceiling, shining on her, the light was blinding.

Opposite the interrogation chair were three police officers with serious faces. They looked at Kikue Miyata without saying a word.

There is not nothing between the interrogator and the person being interrogated, but a wall made of iron railings.

Miyata Kikue became frightened.

All signs indicate that the police are serious about this.

She bravely said, "Just let me go! I didn't do anything, why did you arrest me?"

"I won't say a word until my lawyer comes!"

The three policemen didn't say anything, they just looked at Kikue Miyata quietly.

They said nothing, but it was more terrifying than a thousand words, like three loaded guns.

The girl's scalp was tingling, but she continued to ask, "Is my older boyfriend here?"

"I can recruit him, but at least let him come in and keep me company."

A policeman was transcribing, and the only sound in the room was the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Miyata Kikue's face twitched, and she said in panic, "If my first boyfriend didn't come, then my second boyfriend will be fine. It can't be that none of my four boyfriends came, right?"

The police still didn't speak.

The girl broke down and cried, "I didn't expect that!"

"I don't want to, I really don't want to."

"How could I have known that Teacher Chanel would be so fragile as to commit suicide."

After the girl's psychological defenses broke down, several police officers who were skilled in interrogation finally spoke.

……

One day later.

Kikue Miyata walked out of the police station exhausted both physically and mentally.

She looked back at the police station and a shudder ran down her spine.

Five years.

She was sentenced to five years in prison.

The police gave her a week's bail pending trial. During this week, she could not go anywhere and was restricted from leaving the country.

Miyata Kikue bit her teeth, she wanted to escape!
……

Inside the rental house.

Kikue Miyata studies in Tokyo. It is not easy to live in Tokyo. The house prices and rents are very expensive.

Kikue Miyata is just a small internet celebrity. The money she earns is about the same as that of an ordinary salaryman. The room she rents is a bedroom of about 20 square meters.

The bedroom is filled with all kinds of brand-name bags.

The girl looked at these brand-name bags with reluctance, and then she made up her mind.

She sold the bags given to her by her boyfriend and sold the profits abroad.

But before that…

Kikue Miyata took out her cell phone. She had four boyfriends: boyfriend number one who paid, boyfriend number two who ran errands, boyfriend number three who provided emotional value, and boyfriend number four who was the destiny.

She was arrested and none of her boyfriends came to see her, which made her very unhappy.

If all these brand-name bags were sold, they could be exchanged for tens of millions of yen. Not to mention that the yen exchange rate has depreciated significantly recently, even if it hadn't depreciated, she would have to live a tight life abroad.

She doesn't want to suffer. She has suffered enough since she was a child.

Since childhood, Miyata Kikue understood that as long as you can endure hardship, there will be more hardship for you to endure, and as long as you can enjoy happiness, there will be more happiness for you to enjoy.

She wants to enjoy more.

(End of this chapter)