She was actually a very simple woman, at least once was. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She remembers the first hug and kiss with a boy under the cherry blossom tree, the first time she felt the warmth of her fingertips being held, and then walked that short but full of memories.

It's just that I don't know when, those romantic or warm memory fragments can no longer be pieced together into a complete story, and she has even forgotten what the boy looks like, so "memory" has become a very simple word.

Is it assimilated by this real society?

Maybe, anyway, she is used to those admiring eyes, whether it is a young and wealthy son, or a mature and stable middle-aged man, or an old but wealthy gatekeeper, in short, she feels that she only needs a meaningful gaze, no matter what kind of man will fall for it.

With her white skin as white as snow, with her graceful figure, with her seductive lips, and even with her whispering and moving panting, she conquered one seemingly unattainable man after another, she gave him momentary pleasure, and he made her sink into materialism.

Finally, one day, she felt tired.

Youth was fleeting, and she found that she had gained nothing, except a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and some titles such as "prostitute * girl", and that's it.

So at a well-planned moment, she fell into the arms of Ryyuji Yamamoto, who happened to be an executive of her company, and it happened to be a silent night.

Many women have slept in the bed of Ryūji Yamamoto's house, some have only slept for one night, some have slept for a year, and she, after putting on a white wedding dress, knows that she will sleep in this bed for the rest of her life.

So she began to be proud, quit her job but often flaunted her power in front of her old colleagues as Mrs. Yamamoto, obviously with poor luck but often spent a lot of money in the casino, and occasionally took advantage of her husband's business trip to call a few young cowherds and have a night with herself.

Gambling is like a bottomless abyss, and before she knows it, she owes a loan shark that is enough to bankrupt her husband's family.

She knew that she couldn't afford to pay it back, and she also knew that if her husband knew all this, he would be very decisive to disown herself.

In the midst of day and nights of trepidation, she encounters mysterious people who claim to have a very complete murder plan for her, targeting her husband Ryūji Yamamoto.

She didn't know where those people came from, she didn't know what their purpose was, and she had never even seen them for what they really were, only that they all liked to wear black clothes and walk in the shadows that ordinary people couldn't see.

As long as she kills Ryuji Yamamoto, she can get a large inheritance, as well as a huge amount of insurance. At the fork in the road between a desperate escape and a noblewoman's life, she finally chooses to sell her soul.

The men in black told her that Ryuji Yamamoto would die on the journey, and that if she did what she was asked to do, it would be fine. She originally thought that she would start her murder plan when she arrived in the United States, but as soon as she got on the plane, a note full of words and a small bottle of white powder quietly appeared in her pocket.

The note was marked in detail with what she needed to accomplish, and because the whole process of committing the crime was very simple, she was only impressed by the last sentence, which clearly read:

"If exposed, you die!"

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Although Yoko is only twelve years old, the girl's elegant and slender figure has been revealed. She was clinging to Hitomi's back, her slender arms tightly wrapped around his arms, and her body trembled inexplicably.

Because she was more than a head taller than Hitomi, her gaze could easily pass over Hitomi's head and see Kitagawa Yoshiko's embarrassed expression when she tried her best to defend herself.

Due to her previous unintentional help, Yoko originally had a good impression of this big sister, but after learning about the entanglement of the dead Mr. Yamamoto with these big sisters, the girl's little heart was clouded. Maybe a daughter like her won't understand how the people at the bottom can resist this materialistic era, but she can clearly see how hazy these big sisters are in their hearts under the brightly dressed appearance.

"Is this the world of adults? It's complicated..."

Yoko, who was still a little nervous and excited, has become lost, and she is close to Hitomi, as if this little boy can bring infinite warmth to herself. Then she heard the boy's voice in the noisy environment, indifferent but firm:

"Sister Mariko Yamamoto, I think you're the murderer, right?"

"What?" "Hitomi-chan? What are you talking about? ”

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Hitomi continued unmoved: "Although I don't know why these sushi are poisonous, Mr. Yamamoto was definitely not poisoned by sushi, Sister Mariko, am I right?" ”

Mariko Yamamoto's face instantly turned pale, and she stammered a little: "This... How is this possible, little brother, I don't have a chance to poison at all..."

"She's right, although she sits with Mr. Yamamoto, Mr. Yamao and Mr. Will are sitting behind her, and your brother Shuichi has been watching ahead. In such an environment, she shouldn't have a chance to commit a crime? Although Judy trusts the little brother she has just recognized, she also thinks that it is unlikely that Mariko is a prisoner.

Shuichi Akai's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak.

Xiao Hitomi walked to Yamamoto's corpse and raised Yamamoto's palm, which had been stiff for a long time, without hesitation: "If the piece of sushi that Mr. Yamamoto ate is poisonous, it should be that there are traces of cyanide*potassium in the part of the nigiri-nigiri, but you come and smell it, Mr. Yamamoto's entire palm is stained with cyanide*potassium*!" This means that Mr. Yamamoto was poisoned when he ate the sushi by grabbing it with his poisoned hands! ”

Yama Xiong looked at Xiao Hitomi with some suspicion, then walked to the corpse and raised his palm to smell it, and then exclaimed: "Sure enough, the almond flavor is very strong!" ”

Mariko's face became even more ugly, and she said calmly, "So what's that?" Do you want to say that I poisoned my husband's hands? ”

"Of course you wouldn't poison so directly, because if you make too much noise, Mr. Yamamoto will find out, so you used a very simple method that is easy for us to ignore." The corners of Xiao Hitomi's mouth crossed an arc, looked at Mariko and said word by word: "You will apply ** on the handle of the inner door of the bathroom, so that as long as Mr. Yamamoto opens the door with his hand when he walks out of the bathroom, won't he be poisoned?" ”

"What? How is this possible! ”

"But, Hitomi-chan, you forgot a very important factor..."Judy said with some hesitation, "If Mr. Yamamoto doesn't go to the toilet, he can't be poisoned." And if the poison is applied to the doorknob, won't other people be poisoned too? ”

Hitomi shook her head and smiled at Judy, "So Sister Mariko may have said two words to Mr. Yamamoto at that time. ”

"Two sentences? Which two sentences? ”