A case that was originally thought to be a kidnapping and disappearance.
It turned into a case where the husband killed his wife and hid her body.
The wife who was killed was still a young lady from the Fujiwara family.
At this moment, her father, political official Kenaki Fujiwara, is here.
"Haha——" The man who was pinned to the ground struggled, his laughter was ugly and crazy.
"You...why do you say I killed the person?" He spat and gasped.
"This..." Officer Memu was in a dilemma.
The body was found at home, but...
There is indeed no direct evidence to prove that the other party did it...
"Brother Tsushima, look..." Officer Megure looked towards Shuji Tsushima.
But he saw the black-haired boy glance condescendingly at the man lying on the ground.
"That's disgusting." The young man said coldly.
The next moment, the bodyguard grabbed the man's head and, regardless of the man's struggle, used his face to wipe away the spit that had just been spat on the side.
"Mr. Kenzhang should have been looking for a husband for Miho back then." The young man said it as if it had nothing to do with it.
"Why... would you fall in love with such a person..." He said and stopped talking, giving others the opportunity to think freely.
"The husband candidates I selected for Miho were all excellent elites." Fujiwara Kenaki didn't care about Shujima Tsujima's sudden change of topic and answered the question naturally.
"It's a pity... Miho was raised too innocently by me, so she was deceived by a guy who had nothing, and even looked like this." He sneered.
The man lying on the ground clenched his fists.
Tsujima Shuji glanced at it, raised his lips and said, "So, will those previously selected husband candidates still contact Miss Miho after she gets married?"
"Of course, after all..." Kenzaki Fujiwara's eyes softened.
"Miho is very lovable," he said.
"Besides, a marriage that is not recognized by me..." His tone suddenly became cold.
"If they can coax Miho back, I would be extremely supportive." He also looked down at the man lying on the ground.
The other party tried hard to raise his head, but was held down by the bodyguard.
Only the toes of the leather shoes can be seen.
This is an open and honest humiliation.
"Haha - as expected..." He laughed sadly.
"As expected, it was you who let those people seduce her..." He murmured.
"That bitch!!! She actually wants to-"
"Lift his head." Fujiwara Kensho ordered.
The bodyguard ignored it.
"Listen to Mr. Kenzaki." Tsushima Shuji ordered.
The bodyguard left and raised the man's head.
The next moment, Kensho Fujiwara kicked the opponent in the face with his leather-shoeed foot.
"Keep your mouth clean." Fujiwara Kensho looked down at him as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.
Police officers on the side: ...What...what should we do?
Officer Megure:...It's too late...to stop it...
Mitsumura Gounaga tilted his head and caught a glimpse of those eyes.
Condescending, condescending, full of contempt and disdain.
A sense of superiority between the superior and the untouchable.
He recalled the time when he was brought home by Miho Fujiwara and met Kensho Fujiwara for the first time.
Someone who would only appear on TV news appeared in front of him.
But it was an attitude of... repulsion and disgust.
Even Fujiwara Miho's friends had the same attitude towards him.
Why? Why do you look down on me?
Is it just because you were born noble?
I was born an ordinary person, and I have only been able to rely on myself since I was a child. So what if I can't compare to you?
If I were born as prominent as you, my achievements would be much higher than all of yours.
You all look down on me? Then I must get Miho Fujiwara.
What none of you can get, only I can get, and none of you can compare to me.
You...are all defeated by me.
"Ha... you know, even if Fujiwara Miho marries me, even if she breaks off the relationship with you, she will still have her old friends coming to play with her." Mitsumura Gounaga turned his head, and the next moment, he was stopped by the bodyguard again.
Pressed it.
"She never refused, and she even told me what she was doing with those people."
"I'm scared." He put his face to the floor.
"I'm really scared." His eyes were crazy.
"What if she regrets it? What if she leaves me? What if... someone else gets her?"
"So...I didn't give her a chance to leave."
"As long as she dies, she can't leave."
"She will never want to leave me, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
"Are you afraid that she will leave?" Tsushima Shuji tilted his head and asked.
"No, you just have low self-esteem." He answered the question himself.
"Because, having Fujiwara Miho is your only comfort." His tone seemed to be full of sarcasm.
Those other noble gentlemen did not get it, but they were got by such a poor boy who was looked down upon by no one.
This is the only sense of superiority he can get.
The laughter of the man lying on the ground laughing gradually became weaker.
"You can take the person away." Shuji Tsushima motioned to Officer Megure.
Officer Megure glanced at Kenaki Fujiwara and immediately signaled with his eyes to the others.
He was afraid that the prisoner might be beaten to death by Kensho Fujiwara if he stayed any longer.
So Officer Takagi took over the prisoner, put on silver handcuffs, and escorted him out.
"The body... let Mr. Xianzhang take it back," Tsushima Shuji said.
"Of course." Officer Megure nodded.
"Thanks to you again this time, Brother Tsushima." He patted Shuji Tsushima on the shoulder.
"It's just a request from Mr. Kenzhang." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.
"Then let's leave first." Officer Megure led the others into the police car and left.
Only Shuji Tsushima, Kenaki Fujiwara and others were left.
"Then, I will wait for Mr. Kenzhang to come again at the office." Tsushima Shuji nodded slightly and left the scene with his bodyguard.
Shuji Tsushima: At least give them time to dispose of my daughter’s body.
I am such a considerate and good person/feeling
…
In the evening, Kenaki Fujiwara came to the office again, this time without his wife.
"President Tsushima, what do you think?" he asked, standing in front of Shuji Tsushima's desk.
"Go find Ms. Busujima Kiriko from the Nikankai." Shuji Tsushima pushed his business card over.
Then he withdrew his hand, folded his hands and held his chin, and said with deep and dark eyes, "She will let you achieve your goal."
Behind him, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, was the brightly lit city and the cold crescent moon hanging in the dark night.
Kenaki Fujiwara stared at him and picked up the business card on the table.
"Thank you." He said.
"It's just a commission," the young man wrote in an understatement.
…
Kenaki Fujiwara went downstairs with his business card.
Why did the president of the Tsushima Club let him take his business card to find Kiriko Busushima of the Mukai Club?
He lowered his head and thought all the way to the car.
A rumor comes to mind.
The Tsushima family was originally... a member of the darkness.
But it was later cleared and landed.
But...at present, it seems that it may not be consistent with the rumors.
It’s just...so what?
Now, he just wants to make that guy feel pain.
"Kianzhang...Miho..." Fujiwara Rena threw herself into his arms.
"That guy... we must not let him go..." Tears wet his shoulders.
"Kill him, kill him..." He said in a tearful but hateful tone.
"It would be too easy to kill him." Kenaki Fujiwara hugged his wife and comforted her softly.
"Sometimes living... is more painful than dying." He looked out the window and said.