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"I'm a police officer." Shirakawa Natsu took out his badge and handed it to the wife. "I'd like to know something about the Eighth Man."
The married woman glanced at the documents and bowed ninety degrees to Shirakawa Natsu: "I'm so sorry to trouble you to come to the hospital so late. My name is Onizuka Mikiko, and I am his mother."
“This is my duty.” Shirakawa Natsu looked down at Onizuka Kinko.
She had long, black, curly hair, exquisite makeup, and when she bent over, she covered one eye. She had a mole on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes held a sorrowful look.
What a beautiful married woman; or rather, she truly deserves to be called an actress.
At that moment, Shirakawa Natsumi's heart skipped a beat, but she decided to try using her to complete tasks.
Once the thought popped into my head, it became unstoppable.
"What would you like to know?" Meijuanzi straightened up, wearing a white lantern-sleeved shirt with the hem tucked into a black long skirt, making her legs look long, and a pair of black low-heeled shoes.
She looks elegant and radiant even at home.
“I want to know where he got his sleeping pills.” Shirakawa Natsu took out her notebook and sat down beside him.
"While sleeping pills aren't difficult to obtain, they're not easy for students to get their hands on."
He glanced at Onizuka Hachiman on the hospital bed.
Compared to the lunar calendar in the photo, his eyes were sunken and he looked extremely weak at this time.
The yellow hair on his head had become somewhat duller.
"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but sigh. This year's batch of blond-haired guys is really no good.
Then look at Meijuanzi.
The blond guy's mother is quite pretty; I need to figure out a way to stab her.
Upon hearing about sleeping pills, Meijuanzi's eyes reddened.
Her delicate hand covered her lips, her voice trembling with tears:
"I'm sorry, this is my responsibility."
"I put those sleeping pills in the room; I just neglected them."
"Oh, why does Miss Miku have so many sleeping pills?" Shirakawa Natsumi continued to ask.
“Because the pressure of working in the entertainment industry is great, so…” Meijuanzi said, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes.
A vulnerable married woman, she evokes pity.
“An opportunity.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, leaning closer subtly until their shoulders touched.
Meijuanzi took the tissue and covered her eyes, but did not move away.
As they wiped away their tears, their arms touched.
"Miss Meijuanzi, please rest assured, as a police officer, I will definitely give Ba Nan justice."
Shirakawa Natsu leaned against the married woman, inhaling her faint fragrance, his face stern and righteous:
"Do you know the relationship between these two and the eighth man?"
He opened his phone, took out photos of Shimizu and Yuko Kimura, and placed them in front of her.
He's very particular about where he holds his phone.
Meijuanzi needed to move her body closer to see clearly.
"Yes, I know them. They're friends with Ba Nan." Mei Juanzi recognized the two people in the photo at a glance.
Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't bothered that her little trick hadn't worked, and asked:
"Oh, where have I seen them before, Mrs. Meijuanzi?"
“This child used to come to my house to play with Ba Nan often two months ago,” Mei Juanzi said.
"Is this girl coming along too?" Shirakawa Natsu asked again.
Meijuan shook her head: "They've never come together. This girl has been coming to my house frequently since a month ago, and I always thought..."
"What did you think?" Shirakawa Natsu immediately noticed the key point:
“Every clue is related to our investigation, and my wife probably wants to find out the truth as soon as possible.”
Meijuanzi's voice gradually faded: "I thought she and Ba Nan were boyfriend and girlfriend."
Shirakawa Natsu immediately noticed her unusual expression and moved closer to the married woman:
"How did you make that judgment, Mrs. Ba? Isn't it normal for a man of Ba's age to have female friends?"
“I…” Meijuanzi pursed her lips, her expression conflicted.
"Madam, I hope you won't hide anything from us." Shirakawa Natsu's body was already pressed against hers.
He secretly placed his right hand on her back.
The fingers began to rhythmically perform the blond massage technique.
Meijuanzi's face flushed slightly.
She bit her lip:
"I...I found some props in his room..."
"Props?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback; this was something he hadn't expected. He continued his massage technique: "What kind of props?"
Meijuan buried her head: "Some...some S and M props."
Shirakawa Natsu intentionally approached.
He almost pulled the married woman into his arms, his fingers tracing the spine of her body.
"Good guy."
Shirakawa Natsu knew there was more to the story, but she never expected that besides the NTR (Netorare, a derogatory term for a person with a cunning and manipulative nature), they would go to such lengths.
"Madam, how can you be so sure that Yuko Kimura has eight boyfriends and girlfriends?"
Meijuan lowered her head even further:
"Because those props showed signs of being used multiple times, and a lot of T was also used up."
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Modern young people really know how to have fun.
He looked down at her shy expression, his hand already tracing her spine.
"Okay, please contact me immediately if you have any new leads."
Shirakawa Natsu knew things couldn't be rushed; the atmosphere at their first meeting was already quite good.
He closed his notebook and got up.
But he found that Meijuanzi had her head down, leaning on his shoulder, and did not resist his actions at all.
"?" Ever since Huang Mao's massage technique backfired at Aunt Ma Fei's place, Shirakawa Natsumi no longer had high hopes.
But this time, it seems to be surprisingly good.
He tried to slip his fingers under her long skirt from behind.
The fabric fibers feel against my fingers.
"Madam, it's hard for me to go out like this." Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Shirakawa Natsumi took one of her hands and placed it on her thigh.
"If this isn't resolved, the nurses will definitely think something happened to us inside."
Meijuanzi didn't speak, but her hand automatically went up to her, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.
A smile played on Shirakawa Natsu's lips.
After being reinforced, a length of 18cm is quite extraordinary in Dongguo.
He held Meijuanzi's head and controlled it.
Meijuanzi did not resist and moved with his strength.
"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath. As expected of someone in the film and television industry, her skills are truly impeccable.
The two of them worked on it for almost ten minutes.
Shirakawa Natsu reached out her hand.
"No...no, the Eighth Man is still behind us." Meijuan pressed her hand tightly against her chest: "I'll finish it for you."
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsuya was satisfied and watched her perform.
Half an hour later.
Meijuanzi escorted Shirakawa Natsu out of the ward.
"Don't worry, the matter of the eighth son is my matter. I will definitely find out the truth," Shirakawa Natsumi comforted her.
"Mm." Meijuanzi's makeup was exquisite; she had just touched it up.
Come out of the hospital.
Looking at the photos of Shimizuki's cosplay on her phone, Shirakawa Natsu felt that things weren't so simple.
Chapter 314 Don’t leave after school
In junior high, a petite girl wore an adorable school uniform.
They gathered in small groups, chattering about celebrity gossip, their youthful energy and vibrant spirits filling the air.
Shirakawa Natsu adjusted his sunglasses, feeling like a freak as he stood there.
A small figure ran from a distance.
She hopped over to him in her little leather boots, lowered her voice, and gave a mock salute: "Teacher~"
"Ahem, you've changed quite a bit lately." Shirakawa Natsumi's gaze swept over Tachibana Miu.
Compared to the last time I met her, the rebellious air about her had faded, and she no longer seemed out of place among her classmates.
Aunt Mafei is very talented in educating her daughter.
Tachibana Miu's expression turned serious, and she said earnestly, "I want to be a good person."
"This time, help me find out about this guy." Shirakawa Natsumi, too lazy to joke around with her, handed her the photo of Shimizu Creek.
Coincidentally, Tachibana Miu was in the junior high school, while Shimizu Kei, Yagami, and Kimura Yuko were in the senior high school.
"But I promised Mom I would be a good girl." A conflict flashed across Tachibana Miu's face.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, though she hadn't had much hope for her from the start.
But after all, he was a spy they sent themselves.
In just a few months, she's gotten used to calling him "Mom" more and more naturally.
When we contact each other again, will you tell me not to call you, because you're afraid my mom will misunderstand?
"I'll add money." Shirakawa Natsu refrained from saying "Actually, I'm your father," and instead used the most straightforward approach.
"Yes, sir!" Tachibana Miu nodded quickly: "What's the next step?"
"I'll pretend to be your older brother and visit the school first." Shirakawa Natsumi took off her sunglasses and put them in her jacket pocket.
"Okay." Tachibana Miyu smiled and reached out to hug his arm, dragging him into the school.
Shirakawa Natsu felt a pull on her arm and saw the happy expression on Tachibana Miu's face, which didn't seem fake.
This little girl probably really wants an older brother.
Shirakawa Natsu could only apologize in her heart.
After all, I've already slept with your mother, so I can't be your older brother anymore.
With Tachibana Miyu leading the way, Shirakawa Natsu easily greeted the security guards and entered the school.
"This is the track. I came in second place in the sprint." Tachibana Miu said, holding his hand and introducing him with a proud look on her face.
"Oh, oh." Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't in a hurry. Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, she couldn't bear to interrupt.
Female students passing by turned their heads and stole glances at him from time to time.
Shirakawa Natsu opened her mouth and revealed a warm smile.
After the body is better equipped with the accessories.