Chapter 88 If the law cannot give you justice, then take it yourself (ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) I don't know when it started raining. The raindrops fell softly, and the dim street lights cast a hazy and mottled light and shadow in the refraction of the raindrops. Occasionally a vehicle would pass by in a hurry, splashing water everywhere due to its tires. Inoue Miya, who was soaked by the accumulated water, remained indifferent. He held his daughter's photo and walked towards home step by step in the rain with an indifferent expression. It was still hot during the day in Tokyo in June, but it became a little cool when it rained, but not as cold as Inoue Miya's heart. His job is a temporary teacher at Qinghe High School. Although it is only a temporary job, he is conscientious and responsible, which makes some bad students dissatisfied, and Konoe Fuji is one of them. But Inoue Miya never dreamed that an 18-year-old boy could be so bad, and he never expected that the other party's revenge would be taken against his own daughter. What he didn't expect was that both the police in charge of sexual crimes and the police in charge of homicide crimes turned a blind eye to his plight. Was all this just because Konoeto's father was a prosecutor? The rain was getting heavier, Inoue Miya subconsciously looked up, only to feel that the sky was too dark. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached home. He rang the doorbell but his wife didn't come to open the door. Fortunately, he had the key with him. He opened the door and went in. In the kitchen, he could hear the gurgling sound of soup cooking and the faint aroma of vegetables, but his wife was nowhere to be seen. "I'm back." He said, casually put down his daughter's photo on the entrance cabinet, changed his shoes and walked into the living room, and then he felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. His wife, who had lost more than ten pounds after their daughter's accident, was lying in a pool of blood in the living room, with her head almost completely chopped off...

"Ah!" Inoue Miya wanted to call his wife's name but couldn't speak. He stumbled over and knelt beside the corpse. Blood splattered under his knees. He was in tears and just knelt beside his wife's body, feeling extremely sad. He had just lost his daughter and his wife left him in such a cruel way. He almost collapsed. Subconsciously wanted to commit suicide and reunite with his wife and daughter. He casually picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table and prepared to stab it into his chest, but his movement suddenly stopped when the tip of the knife touched his clothes. "No! I can't die. Why are all the good people dead, while some despicable guys are still alive?" Inoue Miya's eyes were filled with resentment, and his gaze slowly shifted to the fruit knife in his hand. He now had nothing to lose and nothing to worry about. Since this ridiculous law could not give him justice, he would take it with his own hands. Konoe Fuji who committed the crime, Konoe Yu who protected his son, the police officers from the Sex Crime Investigation Division 2 and the Murder Investigation Division 2 who assisted the criminals, and the murderer who killed his wife, all of them deserved to die more than he did! "You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!" He put down the knife, went upstairs to take a shower, changed his clothes, went into the kitchen and brought the dishes his wife had prepared back to the dining table, and ate them bite by bite with rice, with a tear dropping into the bowl in front of him from time to time. After eating and drinking, Inoue Miya walked out with an umbrella and a short sword. When he passed the entrance cabinet, he stopped, took the family photo out of the frame and put it in his arms, then opened the door, walked into the darkness against the wind and rain that poured into the house, and walked away. He had served in the Self-Defense Forces and had maintained the habit of exercising over the years. He was confident in his physical fitness, but he was not sure after which person he would be caught by the police. So his first target was Konoeto, the demon who raped and killed his daughter. Inoue Miya was willing to kill him before being caught. As Konoeto's former teacher, he had tried to correct these little scums, so he knew them in detail and knew that Konoeto Ai was hanging out in a bar and might not have returned home at this point. Just as Inoue Miya expected, Konoeto was indeed having fun with his friends in the bar he often visited. The 18-year-old Konoedo was much taller than his peers due to good nutrition since childhood. Relying on his family background and physical condition, he often acted arrogantly and developed the habit of abusing and bullying others and thinking he was superior to others. At this moment, he was pressing a hostess on the table under the encouragement of his friends. He ignored her pleas and struggles, and kept pouring bottle after bottle of wine into her mouth with a laugh, "Drink! Drink! Drink!" "Wuwuwu... No..." The woman couldn't even utter a complete sentence. The wine had already soaked her hair and clothes. Suddenly, she dryheaved and couldn't help but open her mouth to spray the wine on Konoeto's face.

The crowd that was originally making a fuss fell silent instantly after seeing this scene, and the private room suddenly became eerily quiet. The woman who was pressed on the table also became panic-stricken and stammered, "Yes...ah!" Before she could finish her words, a wine bottle hit her on the head, leaving a cut on her forehead. Blood mixed with wine flowed down his face. "Baka! Bitch, I invited you to drink with good intentions but you refused to drink and spit in my face?" Konoeto cursed neurotically, grabbing the wine bottle with red eyes and smashing it on the woman's head one after another. "Konei-kun, stop hitting me. Stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, I'm going to kill me. Stop it now!" "Yes, Konoe-kun, stop it!" The others were stunned for a moment, and seeing that the woman was no longer recognizable, they quickly stepped forward to stop Konoeto. "So what if I beat her to death? Can the police still arrest me?" Konoeto pushed away everyone's hands, and as if to prove his words, he directly grabbed a heavy liquor bottle and smashed it on the woman's head. The others were so frightened that they dared not watch him smash the bottle. They hugged him and tried to grab the bottle. "Konei-kun, calm down, please calm down!" "Ah! Baka!" Konoeto struggled to shake off the hands of the crowd, smashed the bottle in his hand heavily to the ground, and cursed, "What a bunch of cowards, boring, just have fun by yourselves." After saying that, he picked up the wallet beside him, counted out a stack of cash and threw it on the face of the woman who was unconscious after being beaten by him, then staggered out. No one followed his pace, for fear that he would do something else and implicate them. "Quick! Call an ambulance!" The private room was in chaos. Konoeto walked out of the bar and frowned after finding it raining. He kicked the security guard beside him and threw the keys to him, "Go, bring my car." "Hi!" The security guard knew this guy who often came to play here. He didn't dare to get angry even after being kicked. After taking the key, he ran to the parking lot in the pouring rain to find the car. "Konoedo!" Konoeto, who was standing at the door waiting, suddenly heard someone calling him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure walking towards him in the rain with an umbrella. He subconsciously squinted his eyes to see more clearly. Finally, he saw the person's face clearly, burped and laughed, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Inoue? What? You are serious, so why would you come to a place like this? Oh, by the way, I heard that you were locked up by the police. Tsk, were you just released?" "You killed Sadako." Inoue Miya walked up to Konoeto and stated expressionlessly. Konoeto laughed, "But so what? I'm fine. I have to say that Sadako's body is really tender. She's already 18 years old and she's still a virgin. It's really hard to find that in Japan... Ugh!" Suddenly, his voice stopped. He slowly looked down and saw a short blade penetrated into his chest, leaving only a part of the handle outside. The hand holding the handle belonged to Inoue Miya in front of him. "You should go down and apologize to her." Inoue Miya said coldly, then pulled out the knife. puff! The moment the blade was pulled out, a stream of blood splattered on the ground and mixed with the rain. "Uh...you...you!" Konoeto looked at Inoue Miya in horror. Frightened out of his wits, he covered his chest and turned around, wanting to run into the bar. Inoue Miya dropped his umbrella, grabbed his collar and dragged him into an alley nearby. When the security guard at the gate drove back, he found that Konoeto was gone. He cursed under his breath and drove back to the parking lot.

In the alley, Konoeto, with his mouth covered, looked at Inoue Miya with fear and pleading on his face, shaking his head continuously and making unclear humming sounds from his mouth. He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die. "Sadako has begged you like this, right?" Inoue Miya whispered, and the knife in his hand stabbed Konoeto again and again. The blood mixed with rain soon dyed the white shirt a light blood red. Konoeto's eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness. I struggled to call for help but no sound came out. Inoue Miya didn't know how many times he stabbed. He only dropped the body of Konoeto in front of him after he turned into a bloody man. Then he wiped the knife clean, put it in his arms, turned around and walked out of the alley. In front of the security guard at the bar door, he nonchalantly picked up the umbrella on the ground and disappeared in the wind and rain. The security guard watched him leave, frowned, and walked into the alley. When he saw the bloody body on the ground, he exclaimed, "Murder!" ............................... Twenty minutes later, police cars with flashing lights pulled up near the alley next to the bar. A cordon has been set up at the entrance of the alley. Because it was raining and it was night, there were not many people watching, and the only people at the scene were police officers on duty. Aoyama Hidenobu's car arrived late, and the waiting Sakai Ryosai quickly stepped forward to hold an umbrella for him. He walked with him to the alley while explaining the situation, "The dead guy is very troublesome. He is Konoe Tō, the only son of Prosecutor Konoe Yu. He was almost stabbed to pieces." "Konoe Fuji?" Aoyama Hidenobu raised his eyebrows when he heard the name, then he smiled. Suddenly, he no longer had any urgency to solve the case. God punish this beast! Sakai Ryosai looked at him in confusion and continued, "It was the bar security guard who found the body and called the police, but he said it was raining too hard and it was too dark to see the murderer's face. He only knew it was a man." "Inspector, a message just came in from the Arakawa District Police Station saying that a homicide case was discovered in the jurisdiction. Judging from the method of committing the crime, it may be the guy who imitated Kitano Kyoka." A policeman reported to Aoyama Hidenobu. "He committed a crime again so soon." Aoyama Hidenobu frowned and casually ordered, "Call Inspector Asai immediately and tell her not to rush here and go directly to Arakawa District to check the situation." "Hi!" The police officer saluted and turned away. Aoyama Hidenobu slipped through the cordon and saw Konoeto's body. His face was as pale as paper, and his white shirt was stained red with blood. "Tsk tsk, what a tragic death!" "I'm sorry, sir, you can't go in." "Get away! That's my son!" Suddenly, there was a sound of dispute behind him. Aoyama Hidenobu looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and tie confronting the police on duty with an angry face. Oh, the little scum is dead, and the big scum is coming. Aoyama Hidenobu thought with a gloating look on his face, cursing, "Baka! Quickly release the Imperial Guard Inspector." (End of this chapter)