My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Although the garbage dump also emitted a foul stench, perhaps for ease of transport, the main garbage was in large bags.

The trash was covered with large black plastic bags. Although these plastic bags were made of rough material, they were all very large. They could not be completely stuffed into a person, but at least two bags placed one on top of the other could completely cover a person.

"It's all up to you now."

Kouta began to untie the plastic bags, empty the trash, and then took the collected plastic bags back to the side of Jeff Yamamura's body.

At this point, the blood gushing from Yamamura Jeff's neck was no longer as violent as before, and the blood had begun to turn black.

Kouta knew it was time to draw his sword.

Kouta covered Yamamura Jeff's neck with a black plastic bag, then carefully pulled out the knife and placed it aside.

Next, Kouta pressed a black plastic bag against the wound. After a while, the blood at the wound coagulated and stopped bleeding.

Then, Kouta laid out several layers of plastic bags on the ground next to him, moved Yamamura Jeff's body onto them, and dragged him to the garbage dump and hid him in the garbage.

After finishing all this, Kouta took a few breaths and muttered, "The garbage is usually collected by the garbage truck at six o'clock every morning. Before that, we have to find a way to get the body away."

"How will it be transported?"

Kouta knew that bicycles and electric bikes couldn't be used to transport corpses; only large vehicles like cars and trucks could do it.

However, unfortunately, Kōta's family doesn't own any large vehicles.

"Hmm~"

At that moment, Kouta suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that although his family didn't have a car, Hui's family did!

When Hui Gang first came to Aomori City, didn't he arrive in a car?

After having an idea.

Kouta covered the bloodstains on the ground with several layers of plastic bags, then smashed the dim, flickering incandescent light bulb on one of the walls. He turned and walked through the alley, turning left and right, and left through another exit.

This was an unfamiliar street, illuminated by various lights as if it were daytime. The shops on both sides were filled with a dazzling array of goods, and a constant stream of people came and went. The sounds of conversation rose and fell, but when you tried to listen closely, you found that the people talking had already gone far away. A brightly dressed woman passed by Kouta, and the strong perfume on her body made Kouta frown involuntarily.

Looking at the peaceful society that he was so familiar with, Kouta suddenly felt as if he had been transported to another world.

"The world is truly amazing. Just a dozen minutes ago, I was one of the ordinary pedestrians enjoying the peaceful daily life on this street."

"But now, my hands are stained with blood."

Kouta stood to one side wearing a thin shirt, his coat, stained with blood, deliberately crumpled up to cover the bloodstains, and held in his arms.

The murder weapon—a dagger—was also concealed inside the coat.

This was the worst-case scenario that Kouta had planned for: the body would be discovered while he was driving back to get his car.

The police even identified themselves as criminals through investigation.

However, as long as the police cannot find crucial evidence such as the murder weapon, even if there is other indirect evidence, there is still a possibility of overturning the case.

Upon reaching the roadside, Kouta casually flagged down a taxi.

At this point, Kōta couldn't care less about saving money.

"No. 19, No. 17, Nagaizumi-cho, Nidin-ku."

Kouta opened the back door, climbed in, and immediately gave the name of the place.

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Chapter 263 Going Home

"Good."

The driver, Uncle Shinichi Oizumi, answered, then stepped on the gas, the taxi shook a few times, and then sped away.

On the way, Kouta was tense, staring silently at the scenery flashing by like a streak of light through the taxi's windshield.

In the front seat of the car, Uncle Oizumi glanced a few times at Kouta, who was clearly preoccupied, in the rearview mirror.

Having worked as a taxi driver for so many years, Oizumi is quite knowledgeable and experienced in carrying passengers. If Kouta is not preoccupied, he might chat with him for a while, but since the other party is clearly preoccupied, it's best not to say anything.

The car drove for about fifteen minutes and then stopped at an intersection in Nagaizumi-cho, Nishicho Ward.

This place is only a few dozen steps away from Kouta's house, and Kouta specifically requested to stop here.

After paying.

Kōta got off the bus and walked home.

It was already 9:30 p.m., and since Nagaizumi-cho was a residential area, there were few people on the streets at night.

Along the way, Kouta encountered a few faces he vaguely recognized, but they were not familiar with each other, so Kouta did not greet them, and the other party did not pay any attention to Kouta.

After all, Kouta seemed no different from usual at this moment, except that he was holding his own coat, which was crumpled up in his hands. Unless the coat was unfolded, no one would have thought that there was a bloodstained murder weapon hidden inside, let alone that Kouta, who looked normal and was passing by them, had a life on his hands.

A short while later, Kouta arrived at his own doorstep, turned around and glanced at the light on in the neighboring house next door, a firm belief shining in his eyes.

"Hui, wait for me. I will never let this ruin our happy future."

Reaffirming his resolve, Kōta took a few deep breaths and opened his front door.

"Onii-chan, why are you so late today?" Fujiki Asuka came out of the kitchen in the living room on the first floor and said sweetly to Kouta.

Konta smiled and said, "I ran into a former classmate on the way, which delayed me for a while."

Kouta didn't want Asuka to know about this, not because he didn't trust her, but because he didn't want her to bear such pressure at such a young age.

If only I know about this, I will bear all the psychological pressure myself. But if I tell Asuka, she will only worry and suffer from hiding this matter in the future.

Not only Asuka, but Kouta also didn't plan to tell Kei about this; he would keep it a secret from now on.

"Really? Onii-chan, is there something you're hiding from me?" Asuka was very observant and keenly sensed that Onii-chan seemed to have something on his mind.

Kouta's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface: "It's okay, don't overthink it."

Asuka, of course, didn't believe it, thinking to herself: 'The last time Onii-chan was troubled was when he couldn't forget Kei-neechan. Now that Kei-neechan has been won over, why would Onii-chan still have something on his mind?'

Suddenly, Asuka seemed to realize something and exclaimed in shock, "Onii-chan, you're not having an affair behind Kei-nee's back, are you?!"

"Uh······"

Kouta stood there, stunned, unsure how to respond.

However, in Asuka's eyes, it was as if her older brother's "crime" had been exposed, and he was unable to escape his guilt and had nothing to say.

"Onii-chan, how did you become such a scumbag? How can you do this to Hui-neechan?"

"You don't cherish such a good girl as Hui-nee-chan, and you're still fooling around with other women. Onii-chan, how did you become this kind of person? The Onii-chan of the past wasn't like this."

Boom!

"Ouch, Onii-chan, why did you hit my head again? If I become stupid in the future, it will be all your fault, Onii-chan." Asuka pouted and covered her head, feeling wronged.

"You still know how to feel wronged? What are you thinking about all day with that little head of yours?"

"Could it be that you, Onii-chan, aren't you seeing another woman outside?"

"No."

"Oh, so who are you, Onii-chan?"

"I'm perfectly fine." After saying that, Kouta walked past Asuka and went back upstairs to his room.

After closing the door, Kouta leaned against it and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Now is not the time to relax."

Kouta carefully opened his coat and looked at the blood-stained spring-loaded dagger that he was about to approach.

Then we went to the second-floor toilet. In addition to the large bathroom and toilet on the first floor, Kouta's house also has a private toilet on the second floor.

Kouta washed the entire dagger several times with laundry detergent to clean off the bloodstains, paying particular attention to the gap at the spring-loaded dagger's ejection point. Then, he placed the dried spring-loaded dagger in his room drawer with an air of nonchalance.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Who would have thought that the murder weapon would lie so openly in his drawer?

"Let's leave the murder weapon here for now and dispose of it properly when we have the chance later."

After placing the dagger, Kouta looked at his blood-stained coat.

It's possible to completely remove the bloodstains, but you'll need to take it to a professional dry cleaner.

However, it is clearly impossible for Kouta to do that.

"This is the only way."

After saying that, Kouta went downstairs to his father's room, found the lighter, and then went back to the bathroom on the second floor.

Close the toilet door, open the toilet window, turn on the lighter, and set the coat on fire.

Synthetic fiber materials are highly flammable. Geng Tai only lit a corner of the jacket, but the flames quickly spread and engulfed the entire jacket.

The coat instantly transformed into a writhing, black mass on the toilet's tiled floor at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a burnt smell. The mass then shrank and shrank until it became a shiny, black, spherical particle.

When Kouta swept the particles with a broom, they were very brittle and broke apart with a single sweep. He then swept the particles into the squat toilet and finally cleaned the tile floor.

After taking off his coat, Kouta knew that things were just beginning.

Kouta returned to his room, took his savings, and then said to Asuka, "I'm going out for a bit," before leaving the room.

Arriving at the entrance of Huiyuanzi, I rang the doorbell.

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