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"The meaning of life..."

Sado Nord's question reminded Yueying Qiankusa of a certain "virus pop-up advertisement" that she clicked on before joining "Evil Flower".

"Bah, then you have to save your 'life' before you are qualified to talk about 'meaning'?! What's the difference between fighting against a pervert like this, and directly killing..."

"Sorry, I respect your inexplicable ideals."

The fear of death awakened him from the strong "MLM atmosphere" in the field, his head was like a rattle: "But if you die horizontally or vertically, no matter if you force each other with your life or force others, my answer is It's all refusal!"

"This is a pity, but I understand it very well..."

The "Dark Net Lord", who had never said a word, used a calm tone to say something shocking: "After all, Sousuke Araki was raised by your father himself. Presumably he is in the spirit of heaven, not Would love to see the two of you clash."

"What?! You said, Sousuke Araki, was raised by that man... Impossible!"

Yueying Qiancao only felt blood rushing up, and her mind went blank: "You...you can explain to me clearly, what is going on?!"

"Oh, Lord of the Hell Revolution, don't you know?"

"It's no wonder that these paper files hidden in tin cabinets were uploaded to the system in the last six months because the civil affairs department promoted the paperless office of welfare institutions."

On the screen wall, a yellowed document was quietly displayed.

"The results of the integrated analysis of these data show that your father, who was identified as 'Missing and Dead', Yueying Haruto, has actually been working in the 'Little Daisy Welfare Institute' as 'Natsume Haruto' by falsifying household registration information. Dean's post."

"That orphanage is also the place where Sosuke Araki grew up. Not only that, but from the results of the handwriting identification, it was he who signed on Sousuke Araki's containment records."

"Moreover, according to the bank remittance records, until his death, he had been writing 18X love literature works under the pseudonym 'Watanabe Junji' to subsidize the accounts of the welfare institution that could not make ends meet..."

"Although I don't know the reason, it seems that he is indeed a person who is as good as water, has boundless love, and has no blemishes."

In the photos of the activities sponsored by the "Little Daisy Welfare Institute" from all walks of life, a refined man wearing black-rimmed glasses and standing in the corner of the crowd can be seen from time to time.

"Goodness is like water, great love is boundless, and there is no stain? Hey, hey hey hey hey..."

Staring at the black-and-white pictures of men with bright smiles, hanging shoulders with a group of children, Yueying Qiancao lowered her head and sneered bitterly: "That man, abandoned his wife, hid in an orphanage incognito, raised a group of Wild child... but never even a letter or a phone call to our mother and son..."

"What is this to my mother who never believed that he was dead, never married and raised me alone?!"

"What does this mean to me who lost my 'father' before I was born?!"

"I know, Araki Sosuke was sent to the orphanage by this guy, he must be the child of another woman outside."

"Yes, he must have done more shameful things. He was afraid that the police would come to the door, so he has been hiding in that broken orphanage!"

While muttering to himself, strands of blood dripped from the bitten lips, but he didn't know it.

"This... scum... scum... scum!!!!"

Yueyingqingren changed his name and surnamed to hide in the Little Daisy Welfare Institute.

At that time, both the mother and the man had passed away, and he didn't want to investigate the reason.

But now, knowing more details, in those pictures, the warm scenes of the man laughing with the orphans are no different from a cold sharp knife, which is inserted into his scabbed wound and stirred back and forth, bringing out hot blood. .

"Hmph, I see."

As if losing her strength, Yueying Qiancao sat back on the computer chair and was silent for a minute.

"Isn't it just creating 'urban legends'... I can help you..."

Unzipping the bag, he took out the worn-out laptop and slapped it **** the table.

"The condition is that I will also get the answer I want from Sousuke Araki."

...

Tokyo, the second floor of Shibuya Police Station.

"Everyone has... stand at attention..."

"……salute!!!!"

Dozens of detectives in suits and leather shoes, led by Takeshi Iwata, were standing neatly on both sides of the corridor.

"Warm welcome, Head Mochizuki back to work!"

"Welcome, warm welcome, warm welcome... woo woo woo woo..."

Although many of them can see bandages and casts, they are still neatly forceful and tearfully raised their hands in salute.

"Everyone, I've worked hard for you during my 'vacation' period! From now on, I will continue to fight side by side with everyone..."

The one who was greeted by them with such an imposing manner was a petite girl wearing the same uniform with a serious expression.

The ninth class leader, Mochizuki Ayano.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Senior, you haven't regained consciousness soon, it's better not to work too hard, it's better to rest for a few days..."

"That's right, we will be the same as before, we will lead the way and die for the class leader!"

After being saluted by Mochizuki Ayano, the stubborn detectives of Section 9 ~lightnovelpub.net~ seemed to be returning to the resentful night of the Obon Festival.

Thinking of the petite class teacher in front of him, who stayed alone in front of the Tibetan apartment, and never saw him again, these men who were used to seeing ghosts, ghosts and mountains of blood, tears could not stop coming out of the frame... …

"Don't worry, I'm in better physical condition now than I was before the coma. Now is an extraordinary period, so I don't have to stick to these etiquette..."

"Let's get busy with each other, the 'search mission' just arranged, even if all the staff are dispatched, they must find the target!"

"Received, must complete the task!"

After giving the work order, Mochizuki Ayano walked freely towards the room at the end of the corridor.

"Wow, Ayano-chan's leadership is more powerful than Iwata's deputy head."

"Hey, Uncle Siena... Look, that girl is secretly wiping the corners of her eyes!"

Behind her, Araki Sosuke pushed Siena, who was in a wheelchair, and looked at all this subtly.

"Bai, idiot... why are you still standing there, keep up!"

Mochizuki Ayano, who had her fingers in the corners of her eyes, turned her head stiffly and glared at them.

"On the way here, the information team has verified the household registration information and handwriting, and confirmed that the 'father' on the birth certificate of Tsukiyage Chikusa was filled in by her biological mother, Emi Sato. The inferred identity of the 'posthumous child' matches."

"This 'inquiry room' has absolutely reliable sound insulation, signal shielding and array protection. The possibility of being monitored is very low, so you can talk with confidence."

Leading the two of them into the deepest room in the corridor, Mochizuki Ayano locked the door with her backhand, her tear-stained face turned solemn.