Tokyo: This narration is wrong!

"Daddy is here, daddy is here."

"Dad, dad, let's leave here, please. Let's not come back. I don't want to see Shirakawa-chan."

Takeshima Mie cried.

"Meijiang, you are sick. We need treatment. We will find the reason. This is the purpose of our return."

Takeshima Daye said with a melancholy expression.

"But, but, I met him some time ago, and I was afraid that I couldn't control myself and wanted to be with him, and then kill him."

Takeshima Mie sobbed.

Takeshima Daye hugged Takeshima Mijie, patted her back gently, and comforted, "Sorry, dad has been away for a while. Dad has helped you find the best psychiatrist. We will cure you. Let’s not go to Cangmu-kun during this time. Dad promises you that he will cure you.”

"I...can I really go back to Shirakawa-chan? I...I seem to have not only killed Beanbao, but I also killed people. I killed people in my dream."

"That was a dream, that's not true, Mijiang, you didn't kill anyone."

"Then why did I have four different maids?"

"That's why I fired them because they didn't work hard enough and couldn't take good care of you. Meijiang, don't think too much about it."

"Dad, does this heart... belong to the devil?"

"No, Mijiang, the heart cannot affect your brain."

"Really?"

"Really, nothing will happen to you. Dad will protect you."

The fruit knife that Takeshima Mijiang was holding fell to the ground at some point.

Takeshima Daye heard the crisp sound and was slightly stunned.

"Dad, are you... afraid of me?"

4th birthday gift

The morning sunlight awakened the sleeping people.

Bai Chuan opened his eyes, turned his face sideways and saw Qian Xueye's perfect sleeping face.

Because he didn't want to disturb Qian Xueye's rest, he quietly lifted the quilt and tiptoed to the bathroom.

After washing up, Bai Chuan entered the kitchen, made breakfast, put it on the dining table, left a note, and left the apartment.

The clues he got last night concerned him very much, so he bought the earliest ticket to Tottori Prefecture.

Before boarding the plane, Shirakawa tried to call Takeshima Mijie, but unfortunately the call was never connected.

Bai Chuan gathered his thoughts and closed his eyes to rest on the plane.

"She has been having nightmares recently, saying that there is a murderer living in her body, saying that this murderer always encourages her to do things that hurt others. She is very afraid that she will hurt you."

Moreover, there is no way for a healthy person to notice that his life span has been extended by one month.

"Yes, I guess this question is related to Meijiang, right?"

Takeshima Daye took a deep look at Shirakawa and confirmed that he was truly the strongest high school student detective.

When she smiles, she has a deep dimple on the left side of her face, which is very similar to Takeshima Mie. She is worthy of being a biological sister.

"Yes, Miss Mimura is a PhD student in psychology. She is very authoritative in the field of treating split personality. I only found her through a friend's introduction."

The two of them avoided Mr. Daye's children and walked to the balcony.

Takeshima Daye lit a cigar.

The distance between this woman and them proves that they are not related.

"Yes, there should be no one in Tokyo who doesn't know you."

She is Takeshima Mie's sister, Takeshima Mirato, and the eldest daughter of Takeshima Daye.

"Kuragi-kun, this matter started two months ago..."

"Until 2 months ago, she started to have some lethargy. At first we thought it was some kind of complication, but when we went to the hospital for examination, the results were all good, so we didn't pay too much attention."

Takeshima Daye stood up and came to Shirakawa, "Please come with me."

"From a detective's sixth sense."

Bai Chuan shook his head, "No, last time I saw her, I thought she was in good condition and there was nothing abnormal."

The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman who was 60-70% similar to Takeshima Mie. She had wavy brown hair, a high nose, and delicate facial features. She was more feminine than Mie.

Bai Chuan smiled and stretched out his hand, "It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice, Miss Miri."

Takeshima Misato stretched out her hand and shook Shirakawa's hand.

Takeshima Daye asked.

It was obvious that his tense spirit needed to relax.

"Mijiang mentioned it before."

"Sorry, private property, no entry."

Baichuan walked to Takeshima Daye and found a sofa to sit down on. "Have you encountered any troubles recently? I can help you solve it."

Takeshima Daye looked at Shirakawa with empty hands and didn't understand what gift he wanted to give him.

Unless he is on the verge of death and is lying on the hospital bed and needs to pull out the oxygen tube, if he eats longevity noodles at this time, the effect will be immediate in one month.

Takeshima Daye said.

"you know me?"

At the entrance of the villa, the security guard stopped Bai Chuan.

Today is Takeshima Daye's birthday, but he only called his children to hold a family dinner.

Can Baichuan be said to be a blind box clue given by the system? Just find any excuse and put it off.

"Kuragi-kun?"

"Later, Meijiang would often wake up out of nowhere and forget what she had done before. It wasn't until a month ago that the pet dog I gave her died in front of her, and I realized the seriousness of the problem."

Bai Chuan saw strange vehicles at the door of the villa, four cars, all worth a lot of money.

"So I never told you about this. I suspected that she suffered from dual personality schizophrenia, so I hired a professional psychiatrist to provide her with counseling and treatment."

He had actually quit smoking for a long time, but he recently started smoking again because of this incident.

She was wearing a light-colored sweater and gold-rimmed glasses. She looked very elegant and was reading a new book recently released by Nello Byrne, a Ph.D. in psychology.

Hearing the footsteps, they turned around at the same time and saw Shirakawa and Takeshima Misato.

Shirakawa thought about what he could give Takeshima Daye as a gift, and finally found out that there really was one, longevity noodles!

Bai Chuan said.

Forehead? Birthday? What an unlucky time for me to come.

Bai Chuan asked.

Bai Chuan asked.

After getting rid of the random thoughts in his mind, Bai Chuan rang the doorbell.

"Not so polite."

Bai Chuan said politely.

Takeshima Mie looked at Shirakawa in surprise.

Yeah, but this looks like an ordinary bowl of instant noodles, completely useless.

"Yes, you are indeed Cangmu-kun. Did Mijiang show any abnormality when I saw her last time?"

"Invitation? Yes, today is Mr. Takeshima's birthday."

Bai Chuan was a little surprised.

Soon, the plane arrived at Tottori Prefecture Airport. Shirakawa took a bus to a nearby stop, got off the bus and walked to the villa where Takeshima Mie lived.

"distressed?"

The security guard rubbed his eyes, saw Shirakawa's face clearly, and said with a smile, "It turns out it's Cangmu-kun. It's Miss Mijiang who invited you, please come in."

"Please take care of me when we meet you for the first time."

The two walked through the entrance hall and arrived at the villa hall.

"Kuragi-kun, are you really here to help me solve my problem?"

Takeshima Daye is sitting on the sofa, chatting with his youngest daughter Takeshima Mie. Next to him is his son Takeshima Ayumi. Not far away, sitting on the sofa is a middle-aged woman Rika Mimura who is reading a book. .

"Is that the lady sitting on the sofa just now?"

Takeshima Miri saw a hint of surprise in her eyes when she saw Shirakawa.

Takeshima Daye looked at Shirakawa in confusion.

"Shirakawa-chan, why are you here?"

"Meijiang has been recovering well since her heart transplant. In order to let her rest in peace and recuperate, I even took her abroad, just to prevent her from seeing you to avoid being emotional. Facts have proved that this is indeed effective. , her heart disease has not recurred, and the results of her physical examination are also very good. "

"I am Mijiang's friend, Kuraki Shirakawa."

"Then how did you know she was in trouble?"

"you know me?"

Takeshima Daye was also surprised. It looked like Mie was not the Kuraki Shirakawa she invited. She didn't invite him either, so why did he suddenly come to visit?

"Uncle, I'm sorry for interrupting you. Meijiang has mentioned your birthday before, so I prepared a birthday gift for you."

Takeshima Mirato smiled.

Takeshima Mirato and Takeshima Aumi also looked at Shirakawa curiously.

"So I'm so famous."

"What is the diagnosis? Does Mijiang really suffer from multiple personalities?"

Bai Chuan asked.

No. 4 Kidnapping, getting married abroad?

Two white pigeons sat on the roof of the villa, lazily basking in the sun.

The breeze blew, and their white feathers shook. One of them slowly fell down and flew to the balcony on the second floor, on the young man's shoulder.

Shirakawa gently patted the feather away and continued to listen to Takeshima Daye's account of Takeshima Mie's situation.

"It's delusion."

Bai Chuan nodded thoughtfully and changed the topic.

"Takeshima-san, did you have a heart transplant 10 years ago?"

Takeshima Daye was stunned, silent for a moment, and said slowly,

"Yes, Meijiang's disease is inherited from me. I had a heart surgery 10 years ago. I was lucky enough to find a matching heart, and there have been no side effects in the past 10 years."

"Takeshima-san recently went to the hospital for a physical examination?"

"Yes, I go for a physical examination on time every year. How do you know?"

Takeshima Daye looked at Baichuan in surprise, as if Baichuan had installed a locator on him.

"Sorry, I asked my friend to investigate your situation before I came here. This is also to better help Meijiang."

Shirakawa explained that before boarding the plane, he sent a message to Shima Ryota without dialing Takeshima Mie's phone number and asked technical support to help him check Takeshima Daye's situation. What happened was pretty much what he expected.

"It doesn't matter, this is what it should be. I trust you in this regard. You are a professional detective."

Takeshima Daye put out his cigar.