Sister Rescue Plan

Do not!

Sensing danger, Hasegawa Ichiro desperately tried to back away, but something held him down, and the hammer came crashing down on him in his despair.

Snapped!

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

Chapter 4 Elite Template?

Hasegawa Ichiro was on the verge of death, from the talus to the calcaneus, from the ulna to the radius, along with his ribs, vertebrae, ischium, pubis...

Without damaging vital organs to the point of death, Izayoi Mirai used a hammer to slowly chip away at Hasegawa Ichiro's bones, leaving only his skull intact. His entire body lay limp on the ground, dark red blood flowing across the floor.

The cloth strip stuffed into his mouth had long been removed to prevent him from suffocating, but even so, Hasegawa Ichiro was already on the verge of death. The massive blood loss and the inhuman torture were enough to make him alive.

"You couldn't even last half an hour." Izayoi Mirai turned the hammer upside down, the wooden handle pointing at his eyes. "In your next life, take care of your lower body."

puff-

Like the sound of jelly being churned, Hasegawa Ichiro lost his life.

You have earned ten points.

"Can you get points for killing people?" Izayoi Mirai pulled out the hammer. Just then, a faint warm current flowed out from Hasegawa Ichiro's body, passed through the clothes that wrapped Izayoi Mirai tightly, and flowed into his body.

The heat wave vanished instantly, as if by illusion, but Izayoi Mirai felt that the fatigue from half an hour of torture had disappeared, and even the swollen and painful hand she had when she slapped Hasegawa Ichiro earlier had recovered.

"This is?"

"Your talent has awakened." The system's voice was somewhat surprised. "I've actually found a host who comes with a template."

Yuuyo Future opens her personal information panel.

Name: Izayoi Mirai

Sex: Male

Talent: Stealing (Ability to steal things that belong to others through physical contact)

"What a pity," the system's voice held a hint of regret. "You could have saved a lot of money on enhancements!"

"So what did I just steal from this guy?" Izayoi Mirai cracked her knuckles, feeling that nothing had changed compared to before.

"The last bit of life force that's almost completely dissipated can slightly strengthen your body, but it's actually pretty useless."

"I see." Yushou Mirai lost interest. He recalled the green data stream he had seen after activating the system, as if he had thought of something. "System, you should belong to the technology side, right? Or rather, you have power belonging to the technology side. I would like to ask you to help me locate the positions of a few people."

He thought of the media outlets that had been most smearing Mei Jiu, and pursed his lips tightly: "There are still a few hours left before the aura concealment is broken, we can't waste them, I'll go kill a few more chickens."

"Sorry, this system does not provide additional services."

"I'll give you half the points."

"Please wait."

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Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room. Yosuke Mirai's eyes trembled. In her drowsy state, she felt something brush against her face, and her body felt heavy, as if something heavy had been placed on it.

Were you too tired last night?

The familiar scent lingered around her, and Yoyo Mirai felt as if she were in a sea of ​​flowers, her consciousness, which had just begun to clear, was about to sink back into sleep.

Wait, the scent?

Yoruichi opened her eyes.

What came into view was a pair of purple-silver eyes and a delicate, pretty face, smiling at him.

It took Izayoi Mirai more than ten seconds to understand the current situation.

Miku was on top of him.

"Sister," he said, closing his eyes again, his voice weak and feeble, "why did you wake up so early today?"

"It's getting late, it's already eight o'clock." Miku lay on Izayoi Mirai, gently stroking his face with a strand of hair.

But I didn't get into bed until after 5 a.m.!

Exhausted, Mirai Yoyo tried to drift off to sleep, but unexpectedly felt a wet sensation on her earlobe. Miku's voice came from beside her ear:

"Future self, did you not sleep well last night? What were you thinking about?"

Warm breath entered through his ears and rushed to his forehead, the tingling sensation making Izayoi Mirai shudder. He suddenly opened his eyes and became alert in every sense of the word.

Noticing the changes in Izayoi Mirai's body, Miku chuckled. She brought her face close to Izayoi Mirai's and asked in a dangerous tone, "Hey, Mirai, what are you thinking about right now?"

She sat up, supporting herself on Izayoi Mirai's chest, and straddled his waist. Only then did Izayoi Mirai see Miku's outfit clearly; it was a magnificent gown, as if she were walking onto a stage.

Her purplish-silver hair cascaded down her back, adorned with a silver moon hair ornament. She wore a pleated skirt with a gold base and blue trim, the crinoline resembling an umbrella. She wore pure white gloves, and equally white stockings that outlined the beautiful lines of her legs.

Yosuke Mirai's heart pounded; he found Miku even more captivating on stage than usual.

He felt his face burning hot, and his gaze involuntarily shifted away before returning: "Your sister is very beautiful."

"Ugh, I'm so happy." Miku hugged Izayoi Mirai tightly after receiving the praise, rubbing her face against his. Izayoi Mirai felt the swaying of Miku's chest and the constant rubbing of a certain more irresistible place, and felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

“Sister—” Yoshou Mirai’s voice was a little hoarse.

A slight blush rose on Miku's face. She naturally sensed Izayoi Mirai's restless desire, and her originally playful thoughts were now tinged with a strange feeling. Between siblings, a kiss—

Her eyes welled up with tears, and their faces drew closer and closer until their noses almost touched: "There's a reward~"

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the room.

Ring ring—

The doorbell rang, and both of them froze at the same time.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling—

The doorbell was rang incessantly, and the sharp ringing of the doorbell completely destroyed the atmosphere that had been built up and the strange emotions in the hearts of the siblings.

"Who is it?" Miku's voice sounded somewhat annoyed.

Youxiao Mirai sat up and quickly changed her clothes: "You stay in the room and don't go out. I'll go open the door."

He already knew who would be knocking on the door, but he looked rather disheveled when he went downstairs.

The door opened, and two police officers in uniforms appeared before them.

"Hello, are you Izayoi Mirai?" The older police officer pulled out his police ID. "I am Inspector Megure Juji from the Tengu City Police Department, and this is Inspector Shiratori Asuka."

"Hmm, Inspector Megure and Inspector Shiratori, right?" Izayoi Mirai smiled politely. "Is there something you need?"

"Here's the thing, there was a case yesterday, and we have some questions we'd like to ask you and your sister, Miku Izayoi."

"Ah, okay, please come in."

Yuuyo brought the two police officers into her home and poured them tea.

After finishing, Youxiao Mirai said to the two police officers who were holding tea, "My sister hasn't been feeling well these past few days. If you need anything, just ask me."

The two exchanged a glance, and Inspector Megure spoke up: "How much do you know about Hasegawa Ichiro, the producer at your sister's company?"

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Don't say I made a mistake at a crucial point; pushing your own sister could get you banned.

Also, Inspector Megure and Shiratori were just me being silly, it doesn't involve Conan.

Chapter Five: An Unexpected "Acquaintance"

Upon hearing this name, Izayoi Mirai's smile vanished immediately: "You two should also know about what's been happening online lately, right?"

"You can probably guess the inside story of this kind of thing," he said carefully, his tightly pursed lips revealing his unease, perfectly portraying a young man who was angry yet restrained in front of the police: "If you want any positive feedback from me, that's impossible."

After exchanging a few glances, Inspector Megure said, "Since that's the case, I'll be frank. Six people were murdered last night. One of them was Ichiro Hasegawa, and the other five were editors who wrote articles smearing the idol 'Tsukiyo Yui'. So I've come here today to ask if you know anything about it."

"Who knows? Maybe it's someone who can't stand his behavior," Izayoi Mirai said nonchalantly. "If you catch him, please let me know, and I'll treat him to a meal."

“Watch your words, Mr. Yushou.” Inspector Shiratori couldn’t hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table. “That’s a murderer, and we’re currently looking for clues.”

“I know he’s a murderer. He killed a few scumbags. If I could meet him, I would definitely thank him properly.” Yushou Mirai sneered. “Do you really expect me to sympathize with those dead men? Even if you brought their corpses to me, I would just spit on them and clap my hands in approval.”

"Mr. Yushou, do you mean you'll protect that criminal?" Inspector Shiratori's voice turned cold. "Helping a criminal escape is a crime, or rather, you—"

"Or is that criminal actually me?" Izayoi Mirai looked at Inspector Shiratori as if he were an idiot. "Watch your words, Inspector Shiratori. This is slander."

"There are cameras at every intersection here. Whether I go out or someone else comes in, it's impossible to escape the cameras. Do you think you can go and check the footage yourself? Are you stupid? Or blind?"

Officer Shiratori was trembling with anger. If it had been captured on surveillance footage, why would they have come here to ask questions?

"Enough, Shiratori." Inspector Megure stopped the two from arguing pointlessly and stood up. "Since Mr. Izayoi has no leads, we'll take our leave."

Izayoi Mirai saw them to the door, where they could faintly hear the two talking.

"Inspector Megure, that kid is awful."

"After all, she's only sixteen. And her sister went through that kind of ordeal, so it's normal for her to be a little angry. In a way, they're victims too. Calm down, I'll treat you to ramen later."

"Inspector Megure, is he really not one of the suspects?"

"Don't bring your emotions into your work. Your motivation is very good, but your emotions just now were normal, and there is no record of him leaving home late last night in the surveillance footage, so it shouldn't be him."

"But Hasegawa Ichiro's corpse... I really can't think of anyone else who could harbor such hatred besides him."

"Maybe it's a crazy fan who treats their idol being slandered as if they've been cheated on. These kinds of people are quite common. Once the search warrant comes through, we'll go to this place and see if there's anything unusual. That should be enough."

Standing in the room, Youxiao Mirai watched the backs of the two police officers and felt much more relaxed. He felt that his performance just now was flawless. Apart from being a little emotional, he did not show any of the usual guilt that a murderer would feel after committing a crime.

Generally speaking, the emotional changes after killing someone come from two aspects. One is the regret after the impulse cools down. This emotion does not exist for Youxiao Mirai. He felt no guilt at all for killing those people.

Rather, it stems from the fear of being discovered, which is the most common reason. However, when Yoyo Mirai goes out, she covers her aura to conceal herself, so no one can see her. She wears a tight-fitting suit like Spider-Man that covers her entire body, ensuring that no hair or anything like that will be left at the crime scene. As for the murder weapons and clothes stained with blood, they are all stored in her personal space. No matter how you look at it, there should be no flaws.

“Mirai—” Miku’s voice came through as she ran over cheerfully, holding her phone. “That old guy is dead, I don’t have to worry about that kind of nonsense anymore.”