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With this evidence, we can not only confirm the authenticity of the list, but also use it as the final evidence to overthrow the welfare home committee.

Of course, since the account book is more than 20 years old and it is a handwritten record, the judge will still ask for authenticity verification. If you want to verify the authenticity of the account book, it is not feasible to transfer money from the bank.

Because bank transfer records are generally only kept for 5 years, 15 years and 28 years have seriously exceeded the limit.

There are no records in the bank.

The only way is that some of the victims recorded in it are probably still alive.

And the victims match the list provided by Takezawa Yoshimitsu, which is also part of the testimony.

Unfortunately, the police have not found any survivors on the list he provided. It is likely related to Minister Kimio Shin above. Officer Maori must have Kimio Shin's spies under his command, and may have deliberately concealed clues in this regard.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the victims on the list have been eradicated long ago.

In fact, the best way is to keep the fifty-year-old man Moriya Taro, who has a bad temper, as a tainted witness. He is a witness to everything that happened back then. Unfortunately, Shirakawa really can't stand him and doesn't want to protect him.

If Minister Kikuo Shin wants to kill him, Shirakawa will not stop him at all, and will even add fuel to the flames.

After passing the news that Moriya Taro would not hand over the account book to Minister Kikuo Shin, Shirakawa left Moriya Taro's villa and received a text message from Section Chief Matsuyama.

But the instigation technique has a time limit, and there is no guarantee that his current thoughts will always be like this in the future.

According to the test done by Shirakawa, it can last for about a month at the longest, and only one day at the shortest, that is, 24 hours.

Therefore, the most reliable way for the unstable Moriya Taro is to meet God.

[Kuragi-kun, Minister Kikuo wants to see you tomorrow, at 9 a.m., at the Metropolitan Police Department Cafe. ]

Are you going to meet me so soon?

No, I have already met him once today, so he is probably still worried, right?

Shirakawa knew the reason why Minister Kikuo Shin wanted to see him, but it was just to test him, and it was a good opportunity to send Moriya Taro off.

Shirakawa replied to Section Chief Matsuyama.

[Okay, I will be on time. ]

Section Chief Matsuyama sent another message,

[Don't be nervous, maybe just asking about the recent progress of this case, young man, you have a bright future. ]

Section Chief Matsuyama seemed to mean that Minister Kikuo Shin would appreciate Shirakawa for this.

Shirakawa could only sigh, Section Chief, you know nothing about the truth.

[Thank you, Section Chief, I will do my best. ]

At this time, it is a virtue to show the humility of the younger generation and the recognition of the leader.

Section Chief Matsuyama put away his phone with satisfaction and watched the soap opera with his wife.

Shirakawa returned to Liuxia Apartment 102.

He flipped through the account book page by page, and there was a ball of anger in his chest like a spark that was burning all the time, getting stronger and stronger.

I never thought that human evil could reach such a level. The youngest victims recorded in the account book were only four or five years old, which was the most innocent age. They should have held hands and went to kindergarten and played on the slide, but they suffered inhuman abuse.

Because his house was not safe enough, Shirakawa went to Room 101 next door, took out the spare key and opened the door.

The spare key that Mrs. Suzume had given him before finally came in handy.

Although Mrs. Suzume had not returned from a business trip for a long time, the apartment was still as clean as new, spotless, as if a maid came to clean it every day.

Maybe someone really came to clean it.

So things need to be hidden in places that even the maid can't clean.

Shirakawa went to Mrs. Suzume's cloakroom and found the women's underwear closet.

Mrs. Suzume hated others touching her underwear, whether it was a male or female servant, so it was absolutely safe here.

Shirakawa hid the account book under the neatly folded pants. These pants have different styles, some are translucent, some are lace, some are T-shaped, and some are in the shape of band-aids.

Shirakawa has seen his wife wear every pair of pants. She is a woman with high pursuit in that aspect.

Shirakawa can't help but miss Mrs. Suzume. I don't know how long it will take for her to come back.

Of course, it's not her soul that I miss, but her body.

Their relationship is so simple.

Shirakawa tidied up the cabinet, exited the cloakroom, left Mrs. Suzume's apartment, locked the door, and returned to his own residence.

If it weren't for the fact that he was always tricked into it, Shirakawa wouldn't be so insecure and put the most important clue next door.

In fact, Chiyuki Mei's house is probably safe now.

But Shirakawa doesn't want Mei to see the unsightly content in the account book, which will pollute the pure and kind Mei.

Just after returning to the room, Shirakawa heard the doorbell.

At this time, is it Mei?

Thinking so, Shirakawa saw the expressionless Miss Kyoko through the cat's eye.

She was wearing a black and white maid uniform, the most conservative one that Shirakawa had chosen for her before. Although conservative, it still outlined her graceful curves, especially her magnificent chest.

Shirakawa exhaled a foul breath and sighed helplessly,

"If the mountain doesn't come to me, should I go to it?"

He came to the door and opened it.

Miss Kyoko looked at Shirakawa calmly with her blue eyes, and said in words without any emotion,

"You didn't come to the cafe."

"I'm sorry, Miss Kyoko, I was busy and forgot."

Fortunately, Miss Kyoko did not have the ability to see through lies. She nodded slightly and walked into Shirakawa's home naturally. She took off her shoes and did not wear indoor shoes. Her feet wrapped in white stockings stepped directly on the wooden floor without making any sound. Any sound, as quiet as her own person.

Baichuan could only choose to close the door to prevent the scene from being seen by interested people and mistakenly thinking that he had invited a maid to come to the door for special services.

Miss Kyoko, who was blond, expressionless, tall, with a queenly temperament but wearing a conservative maid uniform, continued to walk forward. This time she did not fall flat, and walked safely to the sofa. However, she did not sit down, but turned back. Look at Shirakawa.

In her eyes, Bai Chuan walked over obediently, sat on the sofa, and patted the seat next to him.

"Sit down, Miss Jingzi. You're welcome. If you want something to drink, I'll prepare it for you."

Whether it's black tea, hand-ground coffee, or boiled water, everything is available.

Bai Chuan added in his heart.

Miss Kyoko expressionlessly took out the new manual for the maid cafe from her bag and handed it to Shirakawa.

"New project, do you want to try it?"

It was because of this incident that he was unexpectedly persistent.

With this persistence, what can’t be done well? Why do you want to be a maid? Of course, being a maid is also a profession worthy of praise.

Shirakawa cursed and took the cafe's manual with a gentle expression.

The arrival of Miss Kyoko relieved his depressed emotions.

It was like a breeze blowing over the mass graves.

This made Bai Chuan unable to bear to drive her away.

The contents of the first few pages of the manual are pretty normal, but the further you read, the more you read.

These include whipping the maid once with a whip, asking the maid to wear a cat tail and kneel in front of the owner to meow like a cat, and even eating ice cream.

Because ice cream is not prohibited by the laws of the island country, this rosy service has become the signature of many custom shops.

Didn’t you expect that maid cafes will also start to degenerate?

The introduction page states that even if the master pays, the maid can refuse.

So this is not a mandatory service, but similar to an experience of opening a blind box.

The service will only be performed if the master pays and the maid likes the master.

Most owners will probably be taken advantage of.

After seeing the introduction, Shirakawa retracted the idea that the maid cafe would also start to degenerate, and instead thought that the cafe would also start to harvest leeks.

Although the number of visits is small, according to Shirakawa's observation, there are many otakus who like to go to this maid cafe. They should be old fans and go often, and have developed enough loyalty.

If you launch this kind of project now, it will definitely be very popular and harvest a big wave of leeks.

Bai Chuan looked at Jingzi in confusion. Did she want him to order this project?

Even though I am financially well-off now, I don’t like buying blind boxes.

"Want to experience it all once?"

Miss Kyoko's cold voice brushed against my ears, like the summer sea breeze.

Any man, facing such a stunning maid, would probably not be able to help but say that I want to give it a try.

"why me?"

Bai Chuan asked.

Miss Kyoko said calmly, "Kuragi-kun is special."

"Miss Jingzi, actually I have changed a lot, haven't you noticed?"

Bai Chuan asked.

Miss Jingzi nodded, "So what?"

Baichuan didn't want Miss Kyoko to regard him as her original self and transfer the feeling of longing to herself, so he said simply,

"I no longer like Miss Kyoko. I prefer instant coffee to hand-grinded coffee because it is convenient and fast. I am no longer addicted to games, animation, or writing. I like to investigate, like wealth, and pursue the adult world. ”

Miss Kyoko nodded, her eyes full of nonchalance, "So what? What does Cangmu-kun want to say."

"If you want to find the boy who chased you for three months and finally spent a night with you, I'm sorry, but I'm not."

Bai Chuan said.

Miss Kyoko still had no expression. She took out cat tails, cat ears, small whips, ultra-short maid uniforms and other props from her bag.

"Or do you want to experience it all once?"

"Miss Kyoko, are you listening to me?"

Bai Chuan looked at Kyoko who was walking out of a pictorial with some annoyance.

Kyoko tilted her head slightly and looked at Shirakawa expressionlessly, "What did Kuraki-kun just say?"

"All right."

Bai Chuan felt a little helpless, feeling that Miss Kyoko didn't listen to him at all.

"Every day, Kuraki-kun is different to me."

Miss Kyoko said suddenly.

Bai Chuan was slightly startled. Every day is different. What does this mean?

"Try them all once?"

Miss Kyoko asked again.

Bai Chuan did not refuse this time.

Kyoko turned around with her back to Shirakawa, "Curagi-kun, please help me zipper."

Is this a slut? Isn't it too foul to change clothes in front of him and ask him to unzip his clothes?

Shirakawa's Adam's apple rolled and he kept secreting saliva. He recalled the scene on the train, where Miss Kyoko took the initiative to lift up her skirt.

"Miss Kyoko, go to the bedroom and change."

"It will be all right."

Kyoko said indifferently.

Shirakawa took Kyoko to his bedroom and turned on the light. Because Kuraki Yuko had helped him clean up before, there was nothing he couldn't see.

Kyoko asked for the zipper again. Shirakawa reached out and pulled the zipper on the back of the conservative maid uniform down from the neck.

With a hissing sound, the zipper opened, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.