I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 162 A clever person? A hypocrite!

"What? Contraband?!"

Shinji Yamaguchi's eyes widened.

He knew exactly what the contraband was, but where did this report come from?

Could it be him too?

A nameless panic enveloped me, feeling more real than ever, like a pair of invisible, crushing hands trying to pin me down and leave me completely immobile.

Kikuta also looked at Shinji Yamaguchi in surprise.

"you"

"How could I possibly be hiding contraband?! This must be a frame-up! A frame-up!"

Chinatsu Morita, standing at the door, simply said indifferently, "Whether it's a frame-up or not, we'll know after the search. We should have results soon."

She had barely finished speaking when, before Yamaguchi Shinji could even retort, she was already speaking.

A police officer immediately walked over quickly.

"Report. This was found in the bottom drawer of the examination room, weighing approximately one hundred grams."

When Shinji Yamaguchi saw that the police officer was holding a packet of white powder in his gloved hand, he almost fainted.

His blood was rushing to his head.

"No, this isn't mine! This is absolutely not mine, I've never seen it before, it's a frame-up, it's definitely a frame-up!!"

Shinji Yamaguchi struggled to explain, his voice a near-hysterical scream.

He never imagined the other person would go to such lengths to ruin him; was they trying to destroy his life?!

He's practically trying to kill himself!

Chinatsu Morita had already pulled out her handcuffs.

"Whether it's a frame-up or not, we'll find out after the investigation. Please come with us."

"No, I didn't! I didn't! Dean, please help me, I really didn't!!"

As Shinji Yamaguchi was taken away in full view of everyone, he was still hoping that Director Kikuta would speak up for him.

But all he saw was the other person's cold gaze.

As he passed by his colleagues, who usually chatted and laughed with him, he saw not a trace of sympathy or pity in their eyes, and no one stood up to speak for him.

That sound was only heard once.
"I never expected Dr. Yamaguchi to be this kind of person?"

"Indeed. Doing something like this in a hospital seems only plausible explanation, right?"

"He probably just finished smoking and couldn't control himself."

"So young, tsk tsk tsk."

A sense of despair enveloped him, and Shinji Yamaguchi knew clearly that no matter the outcome, it seemed he would never have the chance to return to this hospital.

Because my reputation is completely ruined today.

He didn't know how these things were arranged; his mind was blank, and he could only think.

Why did things come to this?
He would not see it, not long after he left.

The girl, who had been reassured and reassured by the hospital and then given a smooth resolution, immediately walked around a street and came to a secluded street corner after leaving the hospital.

There, a young man wearing sunglasses was waiting for her.

"I...I did what you promised."

The man said coldly, "Don't worry, your debts are wiped clean. Remember, keep your mouth shut. If you let even a whisper of this, don't forget, I still have your photos."

"I know, I know!"

Inoue left respectfully, without any remorse whatsoever; her face only showed relief.

He quickly opened his phone and started browsing the latest bag styles.

However, the man did not leave immediately. He waited patiently for a while, probably when the hospital shift changed.

Miss Liu Mei, who had already taken off her nurse's uniform, cautiously arrived here.

She looked at the other person and said, "I've done what you asked me to do. My husband's debts..."

"Don't worry, we'll do it the way we agreed beforehand. Tell your husband to gamble less when he's having bad luck, because he won't have such a good chance next time."

“Opportunity?” Liu Mei gave a bitter smile. “Right now, I feel like a demon who’s going to hell after he dies.”

The man sneered dismissively, "I don't care if you go to hell or how morally upright you are. Just remember, if this gets out of your mouth, your husband, your job, and your seven-year-old child will all be in danger."

"I promise I will never tell anyone!"

"hope so."

When Rumi also left, Shinichiro Kawakami took off his sunglasses. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but immediately made a phone call.

"Hello? Have you found the person yet? Hmm, give the old man a small gift, remember." I didn't say anything, so don't make any other moves.

When he hung up the phone.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He put his sunglasses back on and walked out of the street, muttering to himself.

"Kawakami, this is your best chance. You must stay calm, stay calm!"

……

Having spent nearly five hours in the interrogation room, Shinji Yamaguchi was no longer the spirited man he once was. His spirit had been squeezed and tormented to the extreme, even though his body was unharmed.

But he felt he could collapse at any moment.

He has told the truth about everything he knows. He has absolutely no connection with those contraband items. The results of the urine test and the contents of his phone both prove this point.

He knew perfectly well that even if he was eventually released due to insufficient evidence, his future would be ruined.

When Chinatsu Morita returned to him, Shinji Yamaguchi was already quite weak.

"Officer, I really didn't. I really don't know where those things came from."

Chinatsu Morita calmly said, "The process is still ongoing. Although your urine test results are normal and there's nothing on your phone, this thing was found in your most frequently used examination room, and it's still in your drawer, and you can't say who touched your drawer. So we still need to investigate."

"It really wasn't me. Someone must have framed me. Please check the surveillance footage; you'll definitely find it!"

"Calm down. We're checking the surveillance footage; just wait for the final results. Don't worry, if the evidence is insufficient, or if there's other evidence proving your innocence, we'll definitely clear your name. It'll just be a bit of a hassle for you to stay here a little longer."

Shinji Yamaguchi knew this was a tactic the other side used to torment him.

He couldn't falsely accuse himself of something he didn't do, but he certainly ruined his future.

He didn't know how to return to the hospital and continue his career. Perhaps in the future, he could only move to another city, go to another hospital, or some clinic to start his life anew.

But he will definitely not let that adulterous couple go before he leaves; he will make sure they are ruined and disgraced!

You've left me with nowhere to go, but I'll make sure you suffer too!

When someone with nothing is going all out, what good options do you have?
Just as this thought was burning brightly...

"Officer Morita, it seems his parents are calling. Should we let him answer?"

Chinatsu Morita glanced at the phone the policeman handed her, then placed it in front of Shinji Yamaguchi without hesitation.

"It's your mother on the phone."

Shinji Yamaguchi picked up his phone with trembling hands. At that moment, he was even somewhat grateful to the policewoman for her understanding and for letting him know he was safe.
"Hello, Mom."

He was afraid that if his voice trembled even slightly, the other person would sense that he was about to cry, so he spoke very softly.

"Shinji, have you eaten yet?"

"I ate Mom."

"How's work lately? Are you tired?"

"It's okay, Mom."

The more I listened to him, the more I wanted to cry, and the more I wanted to go home.

Big cities are really tiring.
It can be disorienting, showcasing dazzling prosperity, but it can also lead one astray and plunge them into the abyss.

He had already begun to regret doing that kind of thing. Why did he get so carried away? Why? It was just that a sense of injustice in his chest still made him unwilling to accept it.

On the other end of the phone, his mother laughed lightly.

"That's good. By the way, your friend is really nice. He came all the way to visit in this hot weather and even brought a gift. You're too kind."

"Huh? Friend. What friend?"

Suddenly, Shinji Yamaguchi's heart skipped a beat.

Do any of your friends have mentioned wanting to visit your parents?
"Huh? They said they're your friends from Zhaori. They're all pretty nice people, five or six of them. I didn't expect you to make so many friends in such a short time. I'm relieved." "Wait, wait a minute!"

Shinji Yamaguchi's eyes widened.

This is really wrong.

How many friends does he have in Zhaori? They're all his colleagues! How could he possibly travel to the countryside on a weekday to visit his parents with gifts?!

Difficult, could it be that...
"By the way, your friend wants to say a few words to you."

"Hello? Hello!"

Shinji Yamaguchi stared intently at his phone.

Soon, a strange male voice appeared.

"Hey, Shinji Yamaguchi."

The other party stated their name directly, proving that they had not contacted the wrong person.

Shinji Yamaguchi became anxious, "Who are you people? Why are you looking for my parents! What do you want!"

Morita Chinatsu, who was watching this scene from the side, remained calm. She fiddled with her phone, replying to someone's message, and occasionally twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a heart-stopping smile.

However, Shinji Yamaguchi was not in the mood to pay attention to this scene.

"Don't rush, who we are isn't important, what's important is who you've been seeing recently."

"I've seen you before... Wait, could you be..."

Shinji Yamaguchi was now truly panicked. Not only was he being targeted, but he had also found his parents?!

Who on earth did I offend?
The voice on the other end of the phone was indifferent and concise.

"The two elders are well-preserved and should live for a long time. What you need to do is simple: express your sincerity and do what you should do. Don't make things difficult for them. If something bad happens that doesn't look good to anyone, we can't guarantee what will happen here."

"For example, there are many trees here, so wildfires are more likely to occur, and it's normal for people to die in the fires."

"You have a river here, right? Every summer, a few people must drown, right?"

"besides."

Shinji Yamaguchi's expression changed rapidly.

It flushed red, almost turning the color of pig's liver, as if all the blood and energy were surging upwards.

Finally, it turned into a pale white.

"I know what to do, don't worry. I will sincerely apologize."

"That's good."

The call was disconnected, and Shinji Yamaguchi put down his phone dejectedly, the last embers of resentment in his heart completely extinguished.

Their future was ruined, and they even lost all room for resistance, unable to even commit suicide together.

In this metropolis, he was as insignificant as an ant; those important figures could easily crush him with a mere tread of their feet.
Chinatsu Morita glanced at the other person.

"You seem to be in some kind of trouble. Do you need to call the police for help?"

There was no glimmer of hope in Shinji Yamaguchi's eyes; he simply shook his head.

If only I hadn't drunk too much, hadn't been so intoxicated, and hadn't done that...
When Chinatsu Morita stepped out of the interrogation room again, she took out her phone once more and sent a message.

It's over. He won't have any thoughts of revenge anymore.

The message was replied to very quickly.

Okay, thank you, Morita-neechan. I'll treat you to a meal next time.

Chinatsu Morita narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like a cunning human-shaped fox spirit.

【What do you mean next time? Treat me tonight, I'll come find you after work.】

What information are you looking at? Have you finished eating?

Gen Tsukino is enjoying his dinner in a somewhat unfamiliar but rather grand mansion.

It wasn't any particular beautiful girl, but rather Miura Akihiko's home.

The reason I'm here today is that Akihiko Miura's parents invited me to dinner to express their gratitude to Gen Tsukino, since they took care of the boy's studies at school.

Did I take care of him in his studies? Obviously not much.

Perhaps the previous incident made these two elders realize their unusual nature, or, to put it simply, their relationship with the Asagiri family.

"I've almost finished eating. Thank you so much for your hospitality, Uncle and Aunt. I have something to do, so I'll probably have to go home now."

Gen Tsukino politely put down his chopsticks.

He put away his phone and didn't reply to Chinatsu Morita's message for the time being.

"Huh? Going back already? Aren't you going to eat more?"

The woman opposite asked with concern.

Gen Tsukino shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm already full, thank you for the treat."

He stood up, and seeing this, Miura Yuzuru did not try to stop him. Instead, he looked at his son and said, "Akihiko, go and see them off."

"Oh, you're going to give me a ride even though it's such a short distance?" Miura Akihiko asked curiously.

"Just go when I tell you to! Why are you making such a fuss!"

"Ugh."

Miura Akihiko and Tsukino Gen got up together in a rather irritable manner, and he casually saw the boy off at the door.

Miura Akihiko looked at his friend and said, "That's just how my dad is. He's been in this industry for a long time, so he treats everyone the same way. He's a bit snobbish, but don't take it too seriously."

Gen Tsukino understood, of course. He shrugged. "Don't worry, I didn't take it to heart."

Then he straddled his electric scooter.

Miura Akihiko asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to stay a little longer? My sister will be off work soon, and you haven't even met yet."

"That's a real shame, but that's fate, Akihiko. Goodbye."

"Whoosh~"

The sound of the electric scooter was particularly playful, and Miura Akihiko watched the boy's figure gradually disappear.

He scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"What is all this about?"

Just as I was about to turn back, car lights soon appeared in the distance.

He saw a silver-white convertible BMW slowly drive up.

The car stopped quickly, and a woman with rose-gold hair, wearing high heels, slender legs, and light black stockings got out of the driver's seat.

"Huh? Mingyan, what are you doing standing at the door?"

The woman walked over, her eyes clear and serene.

Miura Akihiko snapped out of his reverie. "I just took Tsukino home. Oh, that's the Tsukino you mentioned you wanted to see. She came to our house for dinner today. It's a pity you ran into her if you had come back earlier."

Ayaka Miura smiled and nodded.

"It is indeed a pity, but that's fate."

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

"What you said sounds just like him."

"haha, really."

"No, they're exactly the same!"

Miura Akihiko's eyes widened, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling.

Ayaka Miura smiled and said, "That's good. It proves that your friend is just as naive and not very smart as your sister."

As she spoke, Ayaka Miura walked lightly into the room in her high heels.

Watching her retreating figure, Akihiko Miura fell into deep thought.

Is she not smart?