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In the white hospital room, the silence was so profound that even the sound of the liquid flowing from the IV drip seemed unusually clear.
Matsushita Kazuya stared blankly at his brother, Junya, his eyes devoid of life.
The two people standing outside the door remained still, unwilling to disturb someone completely immersed in sorrow.
“Junya, wait. I’ll be back soon,” Matsushita Kazuya whispered, gently stroking his brother’s hair before quietly stepping out of the room.
Longjing and Yarou exchanged a glance and followed him outside.
Once they were outside the hospital, the oppressive air felt a little lighter. Yarou lit a cigarette, while Longjing frowned slightly.
“Is there anything else you need to ask while you’re here? Haven’t we said everything that needed to be said?” Matsuue spoke up, clearly hinting at wanting to send them off, but it seemed the two visitors were oblivious to this.
“If possible, could you tell us about Junya?”
“Junya? You’ve seen him; he’s practically a vegetable now,” Matsushita Kazuya said through clenched teeth.
Yarou deliberately ignored his expression and extinguished his cigarette with a twist of his hand.
“The paintings taken from home—are they still there?” Yarou asked in a drawn-out tone.
In that instant, Longjing felt he had glimpsed a ripple beneath Matsushita Kazuya’s lifeless gaze.
“I don’t know what paintings this officer is referring to.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know; it’s just that what should have been taken hasn’t been completed.”
This time, Longjing was certain he saw panic in Matsushita Kazuya’s eyes.
“What did you say?”
“Matsushita is too indifferent towards his fiancée. Her body was claimed by her family; aren’t you going to visit her family and comfort the elderly?”
Matsuue's face gradually turned from pale to red, his anger slowly ignited by Yarou's nonchalant tone.
"That's not something for you to worry about, Officer."
Yarou shrugged.
"A knife wound." He pulled out another cigarette, speaking slowly. Longjing felt himself starting to sweat. "The knife wound is on Matsushita Toshiya's back; the knife went in and then came out."
Matsushita Kazuya clenched his fists.
"This is the direct evidence of what he claims to be a victim. If this evidence falls apart, could it mean that everything is possibly... him?"
A fist swung toward Yarou, who narrowly dodged. Longjing quickly grabbed Matsushita Kazuya to prevent another attack, holding him tightly and using a grappling technique to pin him to the ground.
"I'm fine; let him go."
Now calm, Matsuue said nothing more, casting a disdainful glance at Yarou before turning to leave.
"Matsushita," Yarou called after him, "you should keep this."
Yarou tossed a small object over, and Matsuue caught it, his body trembling slightly, but he said nothing as he walked away.
Longjing saw that it was the badge worn by the jewelry store clerk.
"Where are you going?"
"To the Matsushou Family."
"How long does it take to get from the Matsushou Family to the seaside?"
"At best, two hours."
“Longjing, have you heard of stereoscopic art?”
“The time for Zekawa to report is one minute, and during this minute, only the Brothers Matsushita are present.”
As he stepped out of the Matsushou Family residence, Yarou rubbed his eyes.
“Longjing, our collaboration has come to an end, and it has been quite pleasant.”
Longjing was already in a fog. “What on earth is going on?”
“Ah, I’m not with the police. You respect the law, and I respect humanity.”
“You!” Longjing was certain that Yeluo Tan already knew the truth but was rendered speechless by his nonchalant demeanor. He immediately adopted a formal tone. “Mr. Yarou, we must provide an explanation for the incident. How do you—”
“Let’s leave it to fate. We’ve done what we needed to do; the rest is up to destiny.”
Longjing Yuanshu frowned, realizing that he had merely been a spectator in this affair. Anger surged within him as he drove away.
The remaining individuals appeared somewhat bored.
“You're here?”
“Have you made up your mind? I respect your decision.”
Matsuue turned around and saw Yeluo Tan’s serious face, scoffing, “I didn’t know there were police like you around.”
Yeluo Tan shook his head. “I’m not a police officer, nor am I a detective.”
“…You really are quite meddlesome.”
“Sigh, Zekawa is my friend; he grew up in an orphanage.”
“Oh?” Matsuue looked at Yarou, a faint smile in his eyes. “I always thought he liked Xiao Chun. If only I had paired them up back then, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”
“Maybe. These things are destined to happen, regardless of our will.”
“Do you know everything?”
“At least I know the parts you don’t.”
“Alright, tell me what you know, and I’ll point out the mistakes.” Matsuue’s eyes brightened, as if he had found something entertaining.
“Here?” Yarou gestured to the hospital room.
Matsuue nodded. “Let Junya listen; he can hear us.”
“Sure, after all, he’s the mastermind.”
Yarou chuckled and sat on another empty hospital bed. “The idea of you dating Ueno Jun was probably his as well. He even mentioned passing by a jewelry store to suggest you pick out a ring. After you left, he attacked her near Ueno Jun's house, took her phone and other belongings, then drove her to an abandoned fisherman's house by the sea and locked her inside before returning home.
Then you, just as he planned, would return midway. Of course, something would remind you to go home—the jewelry store clerk's badge. Junya had told you earlier to color it in; the drawing was of something shaped like an R, which is similar to a sign at Fushan Station. This step is quite risky.”
Yarou paused and glanced at Matsuue’s expression. “He’s betting on how much you care about him.”
Matsuue’s lips seemed to curl into a smile. “Go on.”
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