"This is Fugu toxin!" she announced.
An incurable, lethal poison.
She knew, of course, that the Black Organization would never allow her to be taken away or captured.
However, much earlier, before watching Mr. Aida be killed, she had already prepared to end everything.
In the final moments of her life, Byrrh remained calm even while surrounded by a group of officers; seeing that everyone had fallen into a panic, the woman unhurriedly began to fix her disguise.
She wiped the smeared red marks from the corners of her lips, tidied her messy hair and unruly sideburns, smoothed out her wrinkled clothes.
She looked as if she were preparing to attend a magnificent party.
A Death Banquet.
Fugu toxin acts quickly.
The Party will begin soon.
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Little brat, just keep on living your heartless.. life.
As long as you are alive, that's all that matters; no matter how miserable your life becomes, it's none of my business.
Anyway, I hate you too, I wish you were dead.
Surviving by a twist of fate is your Luck; it has nothing to do with me—whether I watched you every step of the way, brought fever reducers to you while you were ill, or returned to my old profession to tinker with a Solution for your symptoms..
It was only to better research the Silver Bullet.
You are nothing but trash.. a foolish, hateful, loathsome existence, who was only useful back then as a qualified experimental subject.
So get lost, get as far away as possible! I don't want to see you in this life or the next!
Let me have some peace for a while, so I can go to Heaven—or Hell—in peace. Don't come bothering me; just seeing you irritates me.
I am absolutely the person in the whole world who hates you the most, the one who most wishes you were dead, the one who loathes you so much that I cannot bear to even look at you.
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But when you are truly about to die, perhaps it is out of pity for an innocent child, or perhaps it is because you have half of my blood in you besides that filthy blood, or perhaps..
A tiny shred of.. maternal love remaining in my heart? — Heh, what a ridiculous and distant term.
So, I still don't want you to die.
But that was all.
Fugu toxin spread through her blood, a sense of powerlessness, like endless, surging waves, washed over her layer after layer, slowly and forcefully drowning her weakened form.
She felt a sense of suffocation.
—Hello, Senior.
Hello, Teacher.
Her pupils gradually dilated.
—I hate you, Black Organization!
—I love you, freedom!
Her breathing finally ceased.
The body fell heavily to the ground, hitting the floor with a deathly thud. A pale arm slammed down heavily, the wide sleeve unconsciously pushed up, revealing a small section of the woman's arm.
And on her arm, the blood-soaked English letter "G" was carved in with a knife.
Latin Gula, which is Gluttony.
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Little brat, get lost.
Don't come any closer.
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Don't die so soon..
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Author's Note: In Japanese, 'Nobita' carries the meaning of growing up healthy.
I accidentally posted it early..
I added almost two thousand words..
But it should be fine.. I've finished the additions, so there won't be any extra deductions of jj coins.
Chapter 141 Chapter 125 This.. Zhenjun, you also performed..
The bloody letters on Mrs. Aida's wrist were incredibly clear, making them impossible to ignore.
Over the past three days, the Police have found several clues through the belongings in the new Victim's home, it was these very clues that allowed the three detectives to deduce that the new Victim still had connections to Mr. Aida.
And, sixteen years ago, that person who forced Mrs. Aida was the victim of this shooting incident.
Meanwhile, at the Police Station, the already cowardly and submissive Mrs. Yoshino finally could not withstand the Pressure from the Police and her own Guilt, she revealed everything she knew.
She also only recently learned about that incident from years ago.
A while ago, after receiving a phone call from Mrs. Aida, Mr. Yoshino had been somewhat anxious; after the death of Mrs. Aida, Mr. Yoshino became even more uneasy and persistently followed this serial murder case.
At first, Mrs. Yoshino thought her husband was worried because of the death of her Colleague, but later, after Mr. Yoshino resigned, he stayed indoors all the time as if he were fearing something, even began to indulge in heavy drinking.
You have to understand that since marrying her, her husband had not touched alcohol again—he even had a certain psychological trauma regarding liquor.
Finally, several days later, after a bout of intoxication, the mentally unstable and distraught Mr. Yoshino revealed the beastly deeds he had committed back then.
This caused the always gentle and kind to the point of being a coward, Mrs. Yoshino, to suffer a complete breakdown.
After learning of the connection between Mrs. Aida, Mr. Aida, Yoshino Saburo, the suspicion surrounding Mrs. Aida increased significantly.
However, the outcome at this moment was something no one had anticipated—in fact, some police with a strong sense of justice felt quite sympathetic toward Mrs. Aida's plight. Under Japanese law, as long as the crime committed by Mrs. Aida was not a serial murder case, his sentence should not be too heavy.
Unfortunately, she was already dead.
At the same time, his death, along with this blood-colored "G," caused the case, which should have become clear, to fall into a deadlock once again.
Among the Seven Deadly Sins, Gula is Gluttony.
While people usually view Gluttony as overeating or wasting food, in Dante's The Divine Comedy, the definition of Gluttony is actually "excessive pursuit of pleasure."
So.." Kindaichi guessed hesitantly, his mood growing increasingly heavy at the thought: "The Killer believes Mrs. Aida was 'excessively seeking pleasure' and neglected her Child, leading to the Child's death, that is why she was labeled 'Gluttony'?
Considering that Mrs. Aida committed suicide, it remains impossible to verify whether this was his own idea or the idea of that potentially non-existent Mastermind.
Amidst a period of silence, Nanase Miyuki's confusion suddenly broke the stiff atmosphere:
Eh, eh, eh—where did Nana go?
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In another room, Borse, having witnessed everything, was also contemplating the same question.
Byrrh saved one child, but another child was already dead.
As for this woman, just what kind of state of mind was she in when she labeled herself as 'Gluttony'?
Regarding her deceased child, does this Mother, who refused to acknowledge the Children until the very end, believe that she should be responsible for his death?
Why on earth did she commit suicide?
Was it because she was toyed with by Fate and had no choice, or was it because she harbored Guilt that even she refused to admit?
Borse looked at Little boy Lai beside him and suddenly asked, "Do you know?"
Rarely, he did not care about the cause or the process of this matter, nor did he care about the impact it would have on him; he simply approached such a question concerning emotion with a sense of pure curiosity.
“..” Nanase looked at him blankly, seemingly not understanding the meaning of his words: “Uncle.. what are you talking about?”
Borse ignored the innocence displayed by the boy. He gave a cold snort but did not press further; instead, he brought up another topic: "Mrs. Aida once asked me how I discovered his youngest son's identity."
Ignoring the boy's sudden change in expression, the black-haired youth continued, "At that time, I answered that it was because of his teeth."
So—" He leaned down, slowly approaching the Boy, appearing purely curious, yet perhaps hiding an unknown malice: "How old are you this year?
".." The Little boy fell silent for a moment, his expression shifting several times before returning to a state of calm.
At this moment, the innocence and childishness he usually feigned had completely vanished—after all, since the other party had already seen through her, there was no point in continuing the act.
He said coldly, "Is this the only reason you discovered it?"
Would an ordinary person observe someone else's teeth for no reason?
No." Borse straightened his back again, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Strands of hair covered half of his eye, his expression remained indistinct in the shadows. "I warned you.
—"Do you know the Osaka Prefectural Police Chief, Hattori Heijizo?"
And, as someone had said several years ago, as this person had repeated before—
—You are the corpse's first witness, aren't you?
“The way you looked back then was almost exactly the same as you look now,” Borse said softly. “It wouldn't have been a flaw in itself, since not much time had passed and it would be normal for nothing to have changed, but—"
The black-haired youth tilted his head, his black eyes showing a predatory certainty: "For a ten-year-old child, it's not that normal."
Besides, your behavior doesn't quite seem like that of an ordinary ten-year-old child.
Borse made his final summary.
I've heard there's a rare illness that seems to prevent a person from ever growing up—something like pituitary dwarfism? But not quite the same.
She turned her head toward the Boy—or rather, he shouldn't call him a Boy anymore.
You've got it, haven't you? This illness.
".. You certainly look quite different from before," Sera said, staring at him in silence for a long time before finally delivering a cold retort.