The open-air garden is located on the left side of the entire building. It is semi-open and bordered by dense artificial woods.
The part near the building is equipped with wooden platforms, tables and chairs and other facilities, and there are several cobblestone circular paths leading to the woods.
Kawakami took a leisurely walk along the path. He took out a small white medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out two tablets and took it.
There were medicines that Yoko Fukaya, who suffered from heart disease, needed to take every day, but he replaced them with lemon-mint lozenges.
"The air in the evening is very fresh." Tsumugi Kawakami murmured softly.
"Isn't that right, little girl?"
The person who answered him was a middle-aged man with a stout but well-maintained figure who looked about ten years younger than Pisco. He narrowed his eyes and smiled in a friendly manner.
The fish took the bait too easily and was less patient than he thought. This surprised Kawakami and was a little disappointing.
This man kept staring at him while he was talking to Suzuki Sonoko, his gaze as obvious as a searchlight on an island tower in the dark.
Kawakami exclaimed softly. He turned around suddenly and found that it was an elder who was talking to him and smiled shyly, with a hint of discomfort in talking to strangers.
"Hello, sir, I am Yoko Fukaya." Kawakami bowed in greeting.
"I was too abrupt, Miss Fukaya. I am Nakai Takashi." Nakai Takashi explained, "The juniors in my family are about your age. When I saw you, I couldn't help but feel friendly, so I rashly started talking to you. I hope I didn't scare the young lady."
"Nothing, nothing!" Kawakamiji shook his head hurriedly.
"I've been lonely for a long time. I wonder if Miss would like to chat with me."
"I would be happy to chat with Mr. Nakai."
Soft, innocent, and somewhat ingratiating, he subconsciously lowers his attitude when interacting with others.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Nakai Takashi's eyes, and the stupid girl followed his routine without any effort.
All this was too easy, which would have made Takashi Nakai suspicious under normal circumstances, but the eagerness to achieve his goal made him relax his vigilance.
After all, what could a weak, sick little girl do to him?
They moved forward along the cobblestone path. While Nakai Takashi skillfully manipulated Kawakami's words, he intentionally or unintentionally led him to a place far away from people and with many trees.
"I heard your speech at the fund-raising ceremony. Miss Fukaya is really strong..." he started.
"Thanks to Ms. Wynyard for the funding, and I'm also very grateful to you, Mr. Sir, for your generous funding."
"Has the little girl always been in the orphanage?"
"Yes, I grew up in an orphanage, but I was in another orphanage before I was five years old, and then I was transferred to the Hope Orphanage."
...
The two of them walked further and further away, and their figures gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. At this time, most people were at the banquet in the lobby on the first floor. No one noticed the departure of a girl and a man.
About two or three minutes later, two twelve-year-old girls rushed into the outdoor garden.
"Huh? Where did Sister Yoko go?"
"Yuanzi, I think the man before was following her." Mao Lilan frowned.
She felt something was wrong. According to Sonoko, Yoko Fukaya was a patient with congenital heart disease and would not go far if she came out to breathe fresh air.
And that man... made Mao Lilan feel bad.
"It's okay, Xiaolan." Yuanzi patted his good friend's back carelessly, "Can't we just find Sister Yoko?"
"If Shinichi were here, he might be able to deduce it."
"Well, let alone the guy who is full of reasoning, we can also find Sister Yoko." Sonoko rolled her eyes.
It would be nice if he wasn't around. After all, murders happen wherever that guy is, which is bad luck.
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"Mr. Nakai, did we... go a little too far?"
When Nakai Takashi saw the little girl asking uneasily, he comforted her: "Ah, I was too absorbed in chatting to pay attention. Let's go back."
Kawakamiji breathed a sigh of relief and turned around without any precautions. Behind him, Nakai Takashi looked fierce and raised his right hand————
The weak-looking girl turned sideways, raised her hand gently and deftly to catch the blow, then pulled forward and folded Nakai's arm back.
When Nakai Takashi came to his senses, he was already kneeling and being pressed to the ground. The severe pain in his right arm made him howl out. The syringe in his hand changed hands and was held by Kawakami Tsumugi's other hand. The tip of the needle shone coldly in the dusk.
"It's so disappointing, Mr. Nakai Takashi."
Kawakami Tsuyoshi was still using falsetto, but his sweet and gentle voice said something chilling:
"Doing it yourself is the least popular option. You have been testing for so long before, and you are so hasty to do it after you are sure that I can't remember what happened 12 years ago. It's really too impatient."
Kawakamiji increased his strength.
The man who was pressed to the ground turned blue and screamed intermittently, like an old record that was out of date.
"I'm telling you, you're hiding it. If you pay someone to kill someone afterwards, it's too easy to leave no trace. It's not impossible to do it yourself. Poisoning is the right idea, but injections are a matter of choice.
"If the poison is very effective, just use a small poisonous needle to prick it casually when you pass by. But Mr. Nakai, you have to go out of your way to ask me out - an untrained ordinary person like you can guarantee that a needle will stick in My veins?”
Kawakami squeezed out a little of the potion and smelled it from a distance.
"Most of the poisons on the market can be detected by autopsy, but the one you used must be cyanide, which smells like bitter almonds. Even if you are lucky enough to get it, it will only take a matter of minutes for the police to conduct an autopsy afterwards and check the whereabouts of the guests." .”
The pale-faced girl smiled and said, "With Mr. Nakai's crude crime method, he really doesn't look like someone who could have completed the perfect crime 12 years ago."
"You are not Yoko Fukaya! You can't be alive!!"
"Why can't I be Yoko Fukaya?"
Kawakami slightly relaxed his grip on Nakai Takashi, leaned down again, and pressed the tip of the needle against his neck.
He perfectly imitated a young girl full of hatred.
"Let me think about it. When I was only five years old... you tortured me until I was about to die and threw my body into the sea. It's a pity that I didn't die. Instead, I was saved by others."
"Mr. Nakai probably didn't expect that the victim would not only grow up healthy, but also have the courage and ability to take revenge on the perpetrator."
"No, it's not me! Don't look for me!" Nakai screamed, "I'm just a soldier!!"
The girl's aura was so terrifying that he believed that if he didn't explain, a syringe filled with highly toxic cyanide would pierce his neck the next second.
"It's them, it's that organization, it's that organization!"
