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"Disappointed?" Shana sat on the sofa, raised her feet, and placed them on his thighs, her five toes spread wide. "Hehe~ Does it look good?"
Shirakawa Natsumi removed her foot: "You think you've got this in the bag?"
"Isn't it obvious? Or you can surrender now and lick other places instead?" Shana sat up straight, looking over with a smile, showing no signs of being the terrifying woman who could turn Kinoshita Ren into a pet.
"Actually, I can tell you how to turn Kinoshita Ren into a pet."
She put a hand to her lips: "She's an M."
Chapter 285 In-Depth Investigation
“M?” A strange look flashed across Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes for a moment.
His expression didn't change much; he had already guessed this when he saw the wound on Kinoshita Ren's inner thigh in the bathroom.
The tightness of the back alone proves that there is a lot of history.
You should know that even with Aunt Mafei, who had the most comfortable experience, he still couldn't get in that time.
His surprise was focused on Shana in front of him.
Why can she say such things so matter-of-factly? Is she a sadist?
Shana is his ideal woman, Nao Jingu.
The thought that the innocent and carefree Nao was actually an S made me feel terrible.
“I’m not an S~” Shana hugged one of her legs, rested her head on her knee, and gave a meaningful look: “I’m just very good at interrogation.”
"..." Shirakawa Natsuto was even worse off. If someone is good at torture, isn't that what you call an S?
He was immediately startled. He hadn't said a word, so how did Shana know what he was thinking?
“I don’t have mind-reading abilities.” Shana’s eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled, her words revealing a complete understanding of his thoughts.
Shirakawa Natsu even felt that she didn't need to speak; she could communicate with her through her thoughts.
"Observing micro-expressions and guiding the conversation, it's not difficult to do." Shana squinted, her smile innocent and radiant, like a girl discussing which dessert shop outside the school was the best.
"Torture has nothing to do with S; it's a technique for getting the subject to reveal information."
"Mind control, psychological suggestion, coercion and enticement, and exchange of benefits."
"These are all methods of torture, and inflicting physical pain is just one of them."
"Kinoshita Ren is an M, and I happen to know the techniques to maximize pain while minimizing physical harm."
"It just so happens to be a perfect match for my major."
Shirakawa Natsu didn't complain about the fact that his major was relevant to his job. His eyes gradually became unfamiliar, and he didn't ask who Shana was.
Because if she wants to tell him, she will naturally tell him.
"Why are you telling me this?"
He was more concerned about why Shana had told him all this; it was undoubtedly a self-inflicted wound.
"Because this is the real me~" Shana smiled, stood up from the sofa, and twirled in front of him, her good figure revealing her fair and delicate skin under the bath towel:
"This world is constructed by cognition, whether it is real or false."
As she turned to stand in front of Shirakawa Natsumi, she said, "Remember our bet? I'm really looking forward to seeing if there's anything else that might surprise me besides that fox."
As Shana spoke, she winked at him and skipped back to her room like a little girl.
Shirakawa Natsu was left sitting alone on the living room sofa, her expression unpredictable.
Besides the shock that Shana's words brought him.
He didn't understand why he had to be told this.
Could it be that the "Jingu Nao" he has been waiting for in his heart is really a fictional character?
With these questions in mind, he didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, only after taking a nap with Sister Cai.
Time comes the next day.
The jeep was speeding along the road.
"You don't look well." Miyuki gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and saw the dark circles under his eyes in the rearview mirror.
"It's okay, I just have some things on my mind."
Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, closed her eyes, and took a nap during the break in the car. Sitting next to Mino Shiki was surprisingly reassuring.
Although Hashimoto Arina is also very comforting, he is, after all, hiding something from Arina and is afraid of talking in his sleep.
Only when I'm with my brothers can my recently tense nerves gradually relax.
As the car swayed, Shirakawa Natsu gradually drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, I felt my body being shaken, and then I opened my eyes: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Half an hour." Miyuki put away her phone. "We've arrived."
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, feeling much clearer, and unbuckled her seatbelt: "I thought you wouldn't wake me up on your own."
“Sleeping for more than half an hour during the day is not good for your health.” Miyuki handed over a can of green tea.
Shirakawa Natsumi took it; it seemed she had bought it after parking the car. She really wanted some water after waking up: "Thank you."
He jumped out of the car, the blinding sunlight making him squint. In front of him was an ordinary apartment building.
This is the residence of Hiroshi Shimabukuro, the husband of Ren Kinoshita.
Following the address found by Aunt Mafei, we went to the 12th floor and pressed the doorbell of room 06.
Footsteps soon came from inside, and the door was opened a crack.
Hiroshi Shimabukuro is under forty years old and was once a baseball player, which gives him a tall and upright physique.
After Kinoshita Ren became famous, she frequently appeared on television, and she always looked very well-groomed.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"I have some questions for you." Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to explain further. She took out a wad of cash from her bag, totaling 50 yen, and handed it to him through the crack in the door.
A flicker of longing crossed Shimabukuro's eyes, but he quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, sir, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shirakawa Natsu pulled out a pistol from his bag, which Yamagishi Hika had given him when she left.
"Click." The sound of a gun being cocked.
The dark muzzle of the gun, fitted with a silencer, was already pointed at Hiroshi Shimabukuro's forehead.
“I hope you can become my friend. It would be beneficial for both of us. What do you think, Mr. Shimabukuro?”
Hiroshi Shimabukuro had clearly never seen anything like this before; his legs went weak and he almost collapsed.
He glanced at the location of the security camera in the corridor, only to find that a tall woman was positioned to block the camera.
Hiroshi Shimabukuro instantly realized that he had encountered a true professional.
Although he wasn't sure if the pistol in front of him was real or fake, he didn't dare to gamble. With trembling hands, he opened the door and invited the two people inside.
"Excuse me." Shirakawa Natsu put down her pistol, gave Miyako a wink, and went into the apartment.
He has intermediate-level blonde-haired photography skills, and he knows how to avoid cameras—that's his specialty.
It's easy to guide Mikoto's positioning and ensure he gets a good view.
The three entered the house, and Hiroshi Shimabukuro's eyes glanced at the pistol, seemingly unintentionally.
Shirakawa Natsu raised her hand and pulled the trigger.
With a dull "bang" that pierced through the silencer, the gun muzzle spewed fire, and a charred hole appeared in the middle of the sofa in front of us.
"Clang." Hiroshi Shimabukuro's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground, panting heavily: "No, don't kill me, I'll give you anything."
"Don't be so nervous." Shirakawa Natsumi pulled back the safety strap, tucked it into her waistband, and then took out a wad of cash from her backpack, totaling 50 yen.
"It was just an accidental discharge of the gun. This is the compensation for the damage to the furniture."
"No...no need. Please tell me if there's anything I can do for you." Seeing that he was still somewhat kind, Hiroshi Shimabukuro's flustered expression calmed down a bit. He absolutely dared not take the money.
"What do you take me for, a gangster?" Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand and placed two stacks of money on the coffee table.
"You answer the questions, I'll pay you a consultation fee, that's reasonable."
Hiroshi Shimabukuro's lips twitched. Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, he would rather have come to the underworld.
Swallowing saliva, he said, "Then please ask."
“Tell me everything you know about Kinoshita Ren,” Shirakawa Natsu said.
Upon hearing that it was Kinoshita Ren, Hiroshi Shimabukuro hesitated for a moment, but seeing Shirakawa Natsu looking over, he quickly said:
"Actually...actually, she and I are not the loving couple that outsiders think we are."
After he finished speaking, he carefully observed Shirakawa Natsu's face and saw that he was calm, which meant that he already knew the inside story.
"A good start, keep going." Shirakawa Natsumi shifted her posture and looked at him.
The calmer the boy in front of him appeared, the more chilled he felt. He composed himself and said, "She has been maintaining illicit relationships with other men."
Chapter 286 is absolutely outrageous.
Shirakawa Natsumi nodded, signaling her to take notes, then looked at Shimabukuro Hiroshi: "Can you tell me who her affair partner is?"
He plans to target Kinoshita Ren's mistress.
Hiroshi Shimabukuro lowered his head to recall, then raised his palm and broke off a finger: "There's Tanaka from the editorial department, Ueda from the publishing house, Uesugi from the publicity department, and..."
Shirakawa Natsu blinked and looked at Miyuki. She also stopped writing, looked up, and frowned.
"I can't write anymore, how many people are there exactly?"
"As far as I know..." Hiroshi Shimabukuro counted on his fingers, "there are probably 12."
"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsumi waved her hand: "Forget it, don't bother remembering it."
With an affair involving someone of this scale, he simply couldn't possibly uncover any useful clues in three days.
He turned to look at Hiroshi Shimabukuro: "Tell me, what's wrong with her?"
"Abnormal?" Hiroshi Shimabukuro's gaze darted around, his tone hesitant, clearly not wanting to delve deeper into the topic.
Shirakawa Natsu waved the gun in her hand.
“She’s actually a psychopath.” Hiroshi Shimabukuro gritted his teeth, choosing life over dignity.
“She would often use special props and ask me to say lewd things. Sometimes, she would even record it with a camera.”
"Shouldn't you be happy?" Mikoto suddenly said.
Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched as she looked at Miyuki, signaling her not to say anything inappropriate.
“This…” Shimabukuro Hiroshi paused for a moment before saying, “But she especially liked to put sleeping pills in my tea, and after I fell asleep, she would invite her lover over to the house, and… and right next to me.”
"Alright, stop describing the process." Shirakawa Natsumi covered her forehead, now she had all the details: "How did you know?"
“Because she never administers enough medication, I wake up during the process.” Hiroshi Shimabukuro’s eyes gradually reddened.
"Do you know how painful it was for me to pretend to be asleep in that situation?"
“Actually, just bear with it and it will pass. Isn’t that how life is?” Shirakawa Natsu silently put away her gun, feeling sympathy for Shimabukuro Hiroshi.
"But...but, some of her lovers are bisexual!" Hiroshi Shimabukuro was breaking down, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pulled out a napkin from the side and handed it to him, patting him on the shoulder: "My condolences. Life is full of surprises. At least you don't have to worry about constipation anymore."
"If that's the case, why didn't you divorce her?"
“I’ve also brought up divorce.” Hiroshi Shimabukuro burst into tears, “But she said she couldn’t live without me, and she threatened to kill herself every time. She even had to be rushed to the hospital for treatment. I could only forgive her again and again.”
"But she... got more and more perverse with each time."
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Shirakawa Natsumi and said, "Why? Why is this happening? I finally managed to move out."
“Mr. Shimabukuro, I understand how you feel. Please calm down.” Shirakawa Natsumi tried to keep some distance from him, but seeing his genuine expression, he didn’t seem to be lying.
"Waaah..." Hiroshi Shimabukuro had clearly been suppressing his feelings for too long, and finally he was able to confide in someone, gradually letting go and venting all these secrets at once.
The entire process lasted two hours.