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She was furious with Yuuki's profanity before, but she suddenly found that using it inexplicably relieved her stress...

Since it was just a game and no one would know, she started to let loose.

wack:"………………"

What's wrong with this child?

Or have I been out of touch with society for too long? Is the current social atmosphere so volatile?

He said earnestly, "You're still young, don't ruin your future because of something like this."

Miura Yuko: "..."

Okay, she's come to her senses now. Her current situation is similar to that in the game, but the people in the game have no idea...

So she decided to go along with this strange man, took the binoculars, and said, "Alright, alright, I give up. Let's do it your way. And then what?"

The eccentric man nodded with satisfaction: "To err is human, to forgive divine."

Miura Yuko: "..."

This guy's talking is so annoying, he seems to be giving off a teacher vibe!

Could it be that Hiratsuka-sensei is a colleague?

"If you want revenge, you must gather evidence."

The strange man raised the binoculars in his hand, then flipped a small switch next to them: "I installed a monitor on this binoculars, but because the technology is not very mature, the storage time is only one minute, so we must catch the key evidence of his crime."

"The crucial evidence... is it evidence of murder?" Miura Yumiko said thoughtfully, "Or is it evidence that he ate people?"

In her view, the strange man in front of her was undoubtedly the source of obsession in this alternate dimension. Therefore, what the strange man said was the main storyline of the game. Following his instructions would probably be the easiest way to achieve her goal.

But wouldn't that be tantamount to watching that bastard kill someone?

Even in a game, this is just too much...

"...What are you talking about?"

However, to her surprise, the strange man suddenly became wary.

Do you really have a grudge against that guy?

what happened?

Did I say something wrong?

Yumiko Miura was startled, then felt completely bewildered. She had clearly said nothing wrong with it: capturing evidence of Sagawa's crime and sending him to prison was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

Why did he suddenly become wary?

Perhaps because Miura Yumiko revealed the reason why Sagawa killed and ate people, or perhaps because she was relatively young, the strange man eventually reminded her.

"Don't you know that guy has a mental illness?"

what? !

Mental illness? !

Yumiko Miura was completely stunned.

Thanks to Hayama's connections, she had some understanding of Japanese law.

One law she remembered very clearly stipulated that individuals with mental disorders who commit serious crimes such as murder while in a state of mental instability should be provided with appropriate medical care, observation, and guidance, such as treatment in designated medical institutions, to prevent them from repeating the same behavior in the future and to promote their social reintegration.

At the time, she complained that it seemed like anyone could kill someone at will just by having a mental illness record.

But to her utter surprise, she actually encountered such a thing today, and even became deeply involved in it.

This put Yumiko Miura in a difficult position.

It is not easy to catch a mentally ill criminal and file a case. You must have key evidence to prove that the mentally ill criminal was mentally sound at the time of the crime.

But looking at the house surrounded by a fence more than two meters high, Miura Yumiko was filled with rage.

That bastard Sagawa did it on purpose!

She remembered that bastard drugged her; that's not something someone could do while mentally unstable!

“Young lady, I don’t know what grudge you have against that bastard, but if possible, I hope you can go back.” The strange man seemed to see through Miura Yumiko’s anger and advised, “That bastard is too cunning. I’ve been guarding here for three years and haven’t found any flaws in him. You don’t need to waste your time here.”

Three years? !

Yumiko Miura was shocked, staring in disbelief at the strange man before her. This guy had actually been guarding this place for three years?!

In a house that offers neither shelter from the wind nor protection from the rain, and in a location where resources are extremely scarce, how did this guy manage to hold onto it for three years?!

Suddenly, she became curious.

"Uncle, what are you doing here guarding this place for so long?"

The strange man fell silent for a long while before slowly telling a story, a story about himself.

Book 1: Chapter 22 A Story

The strange man's name is Kuroda Takayuki, and he was born in Kanagawa Prefecture.

The family is very well-off; the father is a university professor and the mother is a lawyer—a true power couple.

Having received a good education since childhood, he lived up to his parents' expectations. After graduating from university, he worked hard to get into the Faculty of Law at Kanagawa University and became a teacher.

This can be considered as bringing out the strengths of both parents.

Three years into his job, he met his wife, a colleague who was three years older than him. His parents had no objections; on the contrary, they were very supportive. This was because he had always been reserved and had few male friends, let alone female friends. Even if she were ten years older, his parents would be overjoyed.

Life after marriage was uneventful. He was never a talkative person, and his wife was also rather reserved, so they never had any arguments.

His child was born a year after their marriage.

In fact, he had always considered himself an emotionally detached person. He would never even glance at a beggar he saw on the street, let alone give them money. His relationship with his wife was always ordinary and bland, and he never experienced the bittersweet romance described in books.

But right there in the hospital, when that cry rang out, he was stunned. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was already in tears. When he held the tiny life in his arms, he couldn't stop crying.

She was a girl, and her name was Motoko.

Motoko's birth seemed to awaken his long-dormant emotions.

The first time breastfeeding, the first time changing a diaper, the first time dressing a baby...

Countless firsts made him feel as if his world was beginning to come alive.

The birth of their child also brought harmony back to their previously strained relationship. His wife has said countless times that their daughter's birth saved their relationship.

He nodded with a smile, because he felt the same way.

The child grew up day by day under their loving care. He remembered the first time he took his daughter to kindergarten, and her frightened cries; he remembered how she proudly showed off her first word to him...

He was also worried, after all, the rebellious period is a part of everyone's growth. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle his relationship with his daughter well, since he's not very good with words.

But as it turned out, he had worried too much. His daughter never seemed to have a rebellious phase; she had always been so well-behaved and obedient.

However, everything changed during her daughter's school trip in her second year of high school.

He was stunned when he received the call from the police.

At first, there was disbelief, then the overwhelming grief upon seeing the mutilated body, and finally, the fury upon seeing the murderer.

Those scenes seem to have happened right before my eyes.

He frantically tried to rush forward and kill the man, but the police held him back.

So he stood in court, ready to personally send that bastard to hell.

As a renowned professor at the law school, obtaining a lawyer's license was a piece of cake, and the trial proceeded smoothly, so smoothly that he couldn't believe it. But he broke down when the opposing lawyer finally produced the psychiatric evaluation results.

As a renowned professor at the law school, he was certainly aware of the consequences of this expert opinion.

He couldn't accept this fact and kept appealing.

turn down.

appeal.

turn down.

…………

He returned home dejectedly, only to find himself alone in the empty room.

His parents couldn't bear the blow and fell seriously ill. His wife could only grieve and take care of them, while she herself...

Looking at the man in the mirror with sunken eyes and a stubble-covered beard, he knew he was dead.

What else does he want in life?

revenge?

Should we just kill that bastard?

Is this really a good idea?

I am not alone; I also have a wife, parents…

Moreover, would Motoko want her to avenge him?

He couldn't figure it out.

Just then, a gust of wind blew through the window, stirring the documents he had carelessly tossed on the floor…

His eyes gradually brightened.

To convict someone of mental illness, one must obtain evidence that the crime was committed outside of a psychotic episode...

He wanted to gather evidence and then personally send that beast to hell...

He wanted to make everyone in the judiciary understand one thing: the absurdity of this law!

………………

Yumiko Miura felt conflicted; she felt a tightness in her chest, but she didn't know how to release it.

"Law! Law! What a load of bull! Why are there such unreasonable laws?!" She grabbed her blonde hair in frustration. "And what's more, if we really followed the law, shouldn't that bastard be in a mental hospital? How come he's out now?"

Kuroda's eyes, however, were calm, as calm as if he were dead.

"He was arrested three times, but each time he was released in less than a month. Do you know why?"

"Three times?!" Miura Yumiko felt a chill run down her spine. Being arrested and sent to a mental hospital three times meant that the bastard had committed the crime three times already!

and……

"Is this some kind of outrageous thing? This has happened three times already, and no one has convicted him yet?!"

She just felt incredible.

Kuroda shook his head: "It's no use. That bastard is very cunning, and he suffers from bipolar disorder, which is very difficult to prove."

"But shouldn't we at least keep him out? Shouldn't someone like him be locked up until he dies?"

Yumiko Miura was very puzzled.

But Kuroda gave her a meaningful look: "You don't look very old, you should still be in high school, right?"

Yumiko Miura raised an eyebrow: "So what if it is?"

"You may not know this yet, but sometimes poverty can be a weapon in this world."

"What do you mean?"

"Sending someone to a mental hospital requires treatment fees, but that bastard is an orphan with no assets. Guess how long the mental hospital will treat him for free?"

"…………This is outrageous."

Yumiko Miura gritted her teeth and shook her head vigorously. She simply couldn't imagine such a thing.

"so……"

Kuroda set up his binoculars and pointed them at the house surrounded by a fence.

"We must obtain evidence."

Yumiko Miura pursed her lips and, without saying a word, also took out her binoculars and pointed them in that direction.