My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

After returning home, Hui took a shower, then went to her family's shop for dinner. She also took the clothes that Maeda Chie had lent her to the dry cleaners and is now lying in bed browsing clothes on her phone.

Hui's original purpose was very simple: she just wanted to buy a piece of clothing that Maeda Chie had lent her.

However, as Hui browsed, it was as if she had opened the door to a new world. The vast number of clothes on the webpage, which seemed endless even after scrolling for a long time, instantly caught Hui's eye.

To be honest, Hui hasn't bought herself any clothes since she transmigrated; she's still wearing the clothes that belonged to the original owner.

Although Hui had so many clothes in her wardrobe that she hadn't even worn them all, she still wanted to buy more.

When Hui saw something she liked, she added it to her shopping cart...

Hui was only jolted awake from her shopping when the doorbell rang downstairs.

"Hmm, is this Dad? Why is he ringing the doorbell? Did he forget his keys?"

Chapter 264 Subtle

Hui hesitated for a moment, then got up, went downstairs, and opened the door.

To my delight, it turned out to be Kouta.

However, at first glance, one noticed that Kouta's seemingly ordinary face had a slightly furrowed brow, and there seemed to be something on his mind deep in his eyes.

Hui stepped forward, opened the courtyard gate, and took Kouta's hand, asking with concern, "Come in quickly. It's cold at night, why are you only wearing a short-sleeved shirt?"

"No, Hui, is Uncle home?"

"Uncle? Oh, you mean Old Man? He's not here; he won't be back until ten. Is there something you need from him?"

"I'd like to borrow something."

Hearing that his wife, Soto, wasn't home, Kouta was somewhat pleased, because if Soto were home, it might not have been possible to borrow a car, but with Kei there, it would be much easier.

As expected, Hui readily agreed to borrow something, saying, "Borrow something? Just tell me, I can make the decision."

Looking at the excited-looking Kei, Kouta revealed his purpose: "Then, is a car okay?"

"A car?" Hui really didn't expect Kouta to come and borrow a car, but what was a car to Hui? "Wait a minute."

After Hui finished speaking, she went back into the house, entered the room with the grass lamp, and began to rummage through the chests and cabinets.

"Where are the car keys? I think they're here... or not? They should be here..."

After searching high and low in the bedroom, I finally found it in the bedside table.

Hui ran to the door with the heavy car keys in her hand and handed them to Gengtai.

"Here you go, car keys."

Kouta took the key and looked at the electronic key, which was about the size of a matchbox, in his hand, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Okay, I'll return it later."

"No need to rush to pay it back, anyway, my family doesn't need a car."

Finally, Kouta entered the garage next door, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

Kouta's driving skills come from his past life.

Although this was his first time driving in the true sense, the moment his hands touched the steering wheel and his feet pressed the clutch, brake, and accelerator pedals, it felt like being electrocuted. Kōta suddenly felt like he had become a very experienced driver, and his handling of various driving techniques was almost instinctive, like eating and drinking.

And indeed, from starting the car to driving out of the garage, turning, accelerating—it was all done in one smooth motion, and the car quickly drove away from the 19th block…

Hui watched as Kouta drove the car away from the garage and disappeared from sight, a gentle light shining in her eyes, before turning back into the house.

Hui did not ask Gengtai why he borrowed the car.

Because a smart woman shouldn't keep asking questions until she gets to the bottom of things.

the other side.

After buying groceries at several different supermarkets, Kouta drove to the crime scene.

The crime scene is located in an old town area, a relatively remote place. Now that it is 10 p.m., it is even more deserted. The streetlights on both sides are old and in disrepair, and less than a third of them are still dimly lit.

Kouta only parked his car on the side of the road after confirming several times that there were no police sirens.

Finding a time when no one was passing by, I quickly got out of the car, picked up my prepared items, and turned into the alley.

Jeff Yamamura's body was found in a stinking garbage dump.

At this moment, Jeff Yamamura's body was pale, with a plastic bag wrapped around his neck, but his eyes were still wide open. In the pitch-black environment with only a faint flashlight, he looked ferocious and terrifying, as if he might come back to life at any moment.

This did not stop Kouta's steps, after all, Kouta was more concerned about the consequences of the matter being exposed than about his discomfort with the corpse.

Since the body had not been dead for long, it had not yet begun to stiffen. It took Kouta a lot of effort to force it into the prepared suitcase, and then he dragged the suitcase into the trunk of the car.

After doing all this, Kōta breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The most difficult part is over; now it's time to clean up the site."

The most important part of cleaning up the scene is removing the bloodstains.

However, Kouta doesn't need to make the bloodstains disappear; he just needs to make them unrecognizable as blood.

This is much simpler. Many things can be used, such as thinner, formally called solvent oil or thinner, which is usually a colorless, transparent liquid, commonly known as banana oil. You can buy it at hardware stores and paint shops, and it's cheap.

If you pour this liquid onto blood, the red color of the blood will immediately fade and turn into a colorless liquid. Although it is still blood, unless it is professionally tested, ordinary people will not be able to recognize it as blood.

Shining a small flashlight, he poured banana oil over all the blood he could find on the ground and walls, and watched as the bright red liquid faded and turned black by the stains on the ground before Kouta left satisfied.

If someone comes here tomorrow and sees this murky black water, they will only think it's some disgusting liquid and will not even think of it as blood.

Back in the car, Gengtai started the engine and drove away.

"Finally, there's the most troublesome corpse."

Kouta, who possesses memories of his past life, is very clear about the location for burying the body.

The most common method is to dig a hole deep in the mountains and bury them there, and nobody will know.

Even if it is discovered, who knows how many years have passed.

There are even cases of people boldly burying themselves in their own yards to evade police investigations.

"However, there are better places."

In the end, Geng Tai did not choose to go to the deep mountains and forests. Firstly, the deep mountains and forests were too far away, and it would take at least one or two hours to get there. Secondly, going out of the city required taking the highway, and the risk of being checked by traffic police on the highway was too great.

After all, I don't have a driver's license. The reason I haven't been discovered is largely because I intentionally avoided busy downtown areas and busy intersections, which is why I haven't encountered traffic police.

Kouta chose an abandoned port as his second location.

Aomori City is a coastal city with a very long coastline.

One of the most secluded, deep-set estuaries is ideal for a naval port.

However, Japan was defeated in World War II, and its navy was destroyed and disbanded by the US military. During the economic recovery period, this naval port was deemed too secluded and remote to be converted into a commercial port, so it was left abandoned.

However, even though it was abandoned, the naval port was built to the specifications of warships and was an absolute deep-water port. If a body was thrown there, there was no chance it would be washed ashore by the tide.

The key point is that the naval port is located in Gojome-cho, which is not outside the city of Aomori, and is only a few tens of minutes' drive away.

Having made up his mind about his goal, Kouta drove there.

however,

As he entered the territory of Gojome-cho, Kouta became nervous.

Because there was a traffic policeman on duty at the intersection ahead.

Kouta had been very careful to avoid places where traffic police might be, but he still ran into them.

"How to do?"

"Don't panic, it's okay. There are so many cars at night, he might not notice you."

"All those cars ahead are fine, aren't they? It's alright, it's alright!"

Kouta forced himself to calm down.

Indeed, at this time, the traffic police standing there are more on duty to maintain order than to check passing vehicles.

So as long as you stay calm and act like nothing's wrong, there won't be any problems.

However, despite this logic, Kouta couldn't help but feel uneasy.

After all, he felt guilty!

Maintain vehicle speed.

As the car slowly approached the intersection,

Kouta's breathing also became rapid.

However, despite being extremely nervous, I didn't make any mistakes, and the car continued to move forward smoothly.

near,

Closer...

Until Kouta and the traffic policeman were at the same level, the two were no more than six meters apart.

Kouta felt as if his breathing had stopped, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Kouta was already planning in his mind what he would do if the other party stopped him;

If the other party discovers that you do not have a driver's license, how should you make up a reason to dissuade them from inspecting your car?

Even if the other party wants to check your trunk, you should choose which route to escape.

however,

Since the light was already dim at night, and Kouta was quite strong, the traffic police glanced at him through the glare-proofed windshield and just thought the driver was a young man, without intending to stop him.

After all, no matter how much inner turmoil Kouta experienced, in the eyes of the traffic police, Kouta's car was just one of countless cars that drove past them that night.

"Whoo~~~"

Only when he was far away from the traffic police did Kengtai finally feel relieved.

Everything went exceptionally smoothly after that.

Arriving at the seaside road at No. 11 Gojome-cho, we stopped at this military port that was overgrown with weeds.

At night, the chirping of many insects rose and fell inside, revealing a lively world unknown to humankind within the pitch blackness.