Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"The cutie has already..."

Snapped.

Takahashi Hitoshi stamped his foot gloomily. His voice suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, like an inevitable hammer, silently hitting the valley. It was not until the rubble on the cliff fell that the echo exploded as if it was recognized.

"She's not dead." The man took two more puffs, the soft white smoke was gentle and condensed: "She's not dead, Kawamura. She's still alive." Takahashi Jin nodded: "Here with me."

Normally, Kawamura Ichiro would have nothing to say at this point: his sister died in an accident, but the other party was still willing to pay a large sum of money to help him - because of the relationship he and his sister once had.

Very good, he is rich and I am poor; very good, knowing that he still misses his sister so much; very good, very good, but...

It was a certain coroner, or perhaps the coroner out of pity for himself, who once did something that made him very conflicted - this behavior forced him to come to a neighborhood he would never come to in his life, to look for his sister's former lover.

The coroner casually said at the time: "The body was beaten beyond recognition."

Kawamura Ichiro didn't dare to say that he had heard the other person clearly. Later, when he went back to ask, the coroner looked strange and didn't mention anything just now - "I didn't say anything, did I? You are such a strange person, did you hear it wrong?"

and so…

Aiko, did you really die in an accident?

Ichiro Kawamura looked at the tall and thin man whose face was obscured by the smoke, and then looked at the full black suitcase placed at his feet.

Chapter 88 Ugly Face

Ichiro Kawamura had met Takahashi Jin at a funeral before, but his words were no different from what he said today.

Or……

He had no idea? He was innocent?

Takahashi Jin held his pipe, a look of fatigue flashing across his face. "Mr. Kawamura. These days I often recall the time when my beloved son was still alive. I paid for her funeral, attended the funeral, and fulfilled her wish to open a dessert shop - and you, Kawamura Ichiro, I promised her that I would take care of you."

"I've done my best." The man pinched his nose and closed his eyes. "If you still think I killed her. Although I understand your reluctance as a brother, please... please call the police and sue. We have no choice but to use this method to resolve this."

"I can't waste my time receiving you indefinitely. I have my own life and face great pressure at work - every day, every day. Whether you are poor or rich, who doesn't try their best to survive?"

He pointed to the steel jungle outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Many people depend on me for their livelihood; many people hope that I will fail; many people hope that this huge company will disappear without a trace. As a porter, you can't understand this, right? I know, but you always know the simple truth of "don't cause trouble to others", right?"

Takahashi Jin took small sips and smoke came out from the corners of his mouth.

"Huh... I rely on my father for everything I have today. After my father dies, I will have to walk independently. Mr. Kawamura, I am happy to make friends with you, but the premise is that we don't talk about Aiko anymore. Everyone... is uncomfortable."

Yes, his own sister, his lover.

Kawamura Ichiro pursed his lips, rubbing his hands back and forth in anxiety. He looked at the black suitcase under his feet, and then at Takahashi Jin.

"It's a very 'enough' amount of money." Takahashi Jin seemed to see through Kawamura Ichiro's thoughts. He chuckled and said, "Take it, take it. Don't worry."

After saying that, he knocked on the table. The crisp sound of the glass attracted the waiter who had disappeared for a long time.

"Help me send Mr. Kawamura down."

The two men stood up and bowed facing each other.

"I'm sorry for being rude today."

"each other."

"Please stay."

"I'll find time to visit Aiko."

Ichiro Kawamura followed the waiter out the door carrying a heavy suitcase. Just before he was about to leave, a strange laugh was heard from inside the house.

A very strange smile.

The man slowly turned around and found that Takahashi Jin was holding the extinguished pipe and knocking out the ashes one by one.

"How much is a human life worth?" A strand of black hair fell on his forehead, breaking the originally serious and old-fashioned picture. Compared with before, Takahashi Jin now looked more like a playboy.

He tapped his pipe in the ashtray a few times, raised his head and looked at Kawamura Ichiro who was standing stiffly at the door: "How much is it worth? Kawamura, it's probably worth as much as you have in your hand."

Bang.

The heavy bag fell out of his hand and onto the carpet.

The corners of Takahashi Jin's mouth were raised unnaturally, and maliciousness was revealed in his narrow eyes. "Kawamura Aiko, her touch is really good..."

“A child from a poor family only needs a little bit…” The man rubbed his fingers together: “…a little bit of grace, and he came up to me like a devout believer who wants to show up for the gods…hahahahahaha!!”

"It's really interesting. My sister is like this, and my brother is like this too."

"Asshole!" Ichiro Kawamura kicked the door hard and the next moment, the world was spinning!

He was pressed to the carpet by the waiter who stood silently beside him.

"Oh, she is the most interesting country girl I have ever played with." Takahashi Jin dusted off his suit, stood up from the sofa, walked slowly to Ichiro Kawamura, and squatted down.

"You know what? She makes a funny noise when she screams."

The man took out his cell phone, tapped it twice, and put it to Kawamura Ichiro's ear. After a loud bang, the familiar scream of his sister rang out from the speaker.

My voice has become hoarse.

'Please! !'

"No!! Stop hitting me..."

'My legs... Ren... please...'

"Ah!!! It hurts... It hurts so much!! Please..."

Takahashi Jin looked at the man with red eyes at his feet and shook his phone jokingly: "My collection——" He showed a folder with countless videos and audios in it: "How about calling your sister "Wild Scars"? "

“I like to use a baseball bat and occasionally a power drill.”

"I don't like knives. They're too bloody and scary."

Takahashi Jin stood up and put his phone back in his pocket. "When I used the whip at first, Aiko couldn't accept it, but she endured it because she loved me too much. Later, hahahaha, I started using a baseball bat and a hammer."

The man whispered: "Do you know? When I smashed her delicate toes one by one with a hammer..." He spread out his five fingers: "'Pop' - as gorgeous as bubbles bursting... The flesh and nails exploded into a pool of strawberry juice, and it made a crunching sound when I rolled them with the soles of my shoes..."

"Hahahahaha!"

Kawamura Ichiro had a blank expression on his face and raised his head with all his strength: "You will be punished."

"Good things happen to good people, and bad things happen to bad people - these are just words that low-level people like you use to comfort yourself. In fact," Takahashi Jin tugged at his suit, "in fact, I will live longer and better than all of you."

"Tell him to get lost."

…………

……

Ichiro Kawamura looked at the boning knife in his hand.

The cold blade was imprinted with the man's once sunny face - now it was sunken like a zombie; his hair was greasy, and a bad smell filled every corner of the rental house; the floor was littered with empty instant noodle buckets and water bottles, and some scattered newspapers and clothes.

It was the seventh day and he was at the end of his rope.

After returning from Takahashi Jin's apartment, he immediately went to the police station. However, he did not get any meaningful answer: "We will investigate later, please wait." Then, he went to find the coroner who "helped" him -

The body had been burned, or rather, the autopsy was very hasty. It was only then that Kawamura Ichiro realized what was going on: the other party just wanted to get rid of the body quickly, and once it was burned, all the evidence would turn to ashes.

'Forget it.'

This was the result of my co-workers contacting related relatives and going through many twists and turns to help me find out.

"Forget it, Kawamura, we can't afford to offend you. Is the police chief your friend or is the boss of some company your relative? Neither? What are you making a fuss about?! Do you want to go back to the countryside without a job?"

Ichiro Kawamura stumbled back to the rental house like a corpse that had lost its soul.

Miko…

How much pain did you endure before you died?

The hand holding the knife tightened.

Chapter 89 God's Punishment

Okui Iwao wiped his sweat, and the white towel hanging around his neck had long turned yellow. He laboriously carried boxes of equipment into the trunk under the scorching sun and slammed the lid shut. With a bang, muscles and sweat splashed.

Click.

Goo-goo-goo-goo.

He swallowed the ice ginger water, crushed the can, and threw it into the trash bag.

"Hi, hi. It's really early today."

"Hi, good morning to you too."

Okui Iwao found a cool shade and took out his cell phone. There was a weak voice on the other end of the line.

"…Hello."

"Kawamura? You haven't been to work for two days. I talked to the manager today to replace you - what happened?"

There was only silence on the other end of the phone, except for breathing.

"Kawamura?"

"Is there something wrong at home and you need money? Just tell me anything. We have known each other for two or three years, right?" Okuma Iwao and Kawamura Ichiro got along very well, perhaps because they were in the same situation, or maybe because they both had a relative younger than themselves.

Ichiro Kawamura has a younger sister, and Iwao Oku is a younger brother.

"That bastard is a real NEET. He is nowhere to be seen all day. No, I hope it's a sister..."

'I don't have a girlfriend, and I spend all my living expenses on games.'

The two hardworking men occasionally drank and talked about their families and brothers and sisters, both of them looked relieved. In this cold city, if you want to survive without getting frostbitten, you can only wear the clothes called family to barely survive. Otherwise, I really don't know what's the point of working so hard from dawn to dusk. Do you have so many desires?

The person on the other end of the phone cried and laughed and said, "Yan Nan, my sister passed away."

Ōhisa Iwao: …

Died? That…sister that Kawamura Ichiro always mentioned with such pride?

"She's dead." Kawamura Ichiro's voice became a steady line: "She's dead. She was beaten to death. She told me so herself."

"Asshole! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?! Who is the other party? We should call the police right now! Too arrogant!" The anger in Okui Iwao's chest exploded the veins on his neck. His arms were surprisingly strong from years of lifting heavy objects. "Call the police now! Why are you still sitting there?!"

"I called the police."

Ichiro Kawamura quietly told his friend what had happened.

Including Takahashi Ren, Takahashi Group, and everything.

Okui Iwao stopped talking.

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall man stood in the shadows, holding the phone, at a loss. Kawamura Ichiro was talking about a world he had never stepped into - that world was very dangerous, and those who did not have status and money as armor were forbidden to even breathe.

"I...we..." He kept turning around under the huge umbrella like a young girl eager to find a background for a selfie: "Kawamura, let's go tell the media! The media will definitely be able to do it! Let's expose the Takahashi Group!"

Where is the evidence?

Evidence, how to prove that Gao Qiaoren said those crazy words? Even if he said it, how to prove that he did those crazy things? This world, at least for them, is about evidence.

Kawamura Ichiro smiled bitterly: "We need evidence. Some people may not need it... but we do."

"I'll think of a way for you." Okui Iwao glanced at the company behind him, covered the microphone and whispered, "Recently we've been delivering goods to Takahashi Group a lot. No, not the head office, but some of its small branches. I have a lot of friends, so I'll try to find out. Find a chance to stop that bastard. Do you have a recorder?"

It's useless, it's useless. Kawamura Ichiro smiled and thanked his friend, saying that he would be back to work soon and thanked him for taking his place for two days.

On the third day, he showed up as usual, looking the same as always, except that his cheeks were a little sunken.

"Did you hear that?"

"High energy ones are not okay!"

"Don't write nonsense, write the manager's name."

A few porters gathered together at lunch to chat and smoke. When talking about the recent hot events, they had to mention Kira.