In the evening after three days in the hospital, Ryuzo, the chairman of the Miyamoto Foundation, was finally able to drive home.

It is worth mentioning that in the early morning of the third day of his hospitalization, Meidong's aunt's family, who had only heard of and had never been in contact with, rushed to the hospital. Mother Shizuko's sister, Junko Miyamoto, a noble and beautiful arrogant woman, arrives with her husband, who is eight years her senior, and her son, who is just 17 years old. At the first sign of the visit, she sat up directly from the bed with her father so angry that she yelled that she would go home that day.

"The old man isn't dead?"

Mei Dong naturally did not rush into this family feud, but judging by the situation at the time, the aunt's curse should not be to compete for family property. After all, the inheritance system of the Miyamoto family is well known, and at most, the aunt who accounts for a sporadic proportion should be trying to flatter her Meidong, rather than showing her majesty to an old man who is really dying.

Maybe it's just to be.

The family hurried to Tokyo and then returned to Shizuoka for three days. During this period, Midong was stunned and took time to meet with the master's tutors of the Department of Finance of the University of Tokyo, although her grandfather was hospitalized, but there were so many people at home, he could still spare her an afternoon.

It's just that who knows what the more than ten people in the entire family are thinking on the Shinkansen on this return road?

Time, late at night.

The location, Miyamoto Mansion in the dense forest on the mountainside in Shizuoka City.

The weather, the night sky is overcast, and as expected by the meteorological station, a typhoon is coming, and there is a possibility of rain at any time.

"The old man's illness this time will definitely not be so simple."

In the half-open door, Miyamoto Ryuteng's voice came: "The doctor gave the test sheet very clearly, and his blood sugar concentration is so high, he must have taken something with extremely high sugar content." Dr. Yongze also reminded us again and again that we should never give the old man any sugary substances, even a little bit would increase his burden. ”

"So what do you mean ......"

Another interlocutor in the room was Miyamoto Ryui, the younger brother of the person concerned.

"Someone must have tried to kill him, so he quietly added sugar to the food? Mozi was with him all day at the time, so in terms of food, with her and the old man themselves testifying, there should be nothing abnormal. Do you think it's possible that someone changed the old man's medicine? ”

"Replace lipid-lowering drugs with jelly beans? Wow, that's funny! ”

The arrogant and contemptuous voice, that was the eldest daughter of the family, Junko Miyamoto was speaking: "But the old man eats medicine as a meal three times a day, if someone really wants to poison him, there is really a lot of chance." I know his hypolipidemic drug, it's just an ordinary pill, but if it's a capsule drug, after taking it at noon, it will have an attack in the afternoon, and the time is just right to catch up! ”

"Junko has a point."

Miyamoto Ryuteng then spoke: "Generally, if someone wants to poison, capsule drugs must be the first choice, as long as you steal one in advance and replace the powder inside." And as Junko said, such a method of crime also helps to delay the time of the crime and interfere with the police judgment. ”

"That's right, Long Teng's eldest nephew is right, such as potassium cyanide, that's a bloody throat, but if there is a drug capsule as a cover, the police will be confused!"

"Then, if all that's added is some sugar, then the police are completely out of order."

Miyamoto Ryuteng's qualitative words plunged the room into a dead silence.

After a while, Junko Miyamoto spoke.

"If anyone really wants to poison them, who might it be?"

Even she, when she said this, was cautious.

Because, there are very few people who know that the head of the Dragon Collector family is sensitive to sugar to such an extent.

If the truth is true and the content of this suspicion is really confirmed, then the identity of the suspect is locked in a very delicate group.

For a moment, the whole room fell silent again.

“……”

Silently, his bare feet left the floor in the porch, for the eavesdropping had been announced.

The girl wore black silk pajamas, long sleeves and trousers to hide her graceful body, and let her straight hair fall.

Such a new outfit, which she bought at the Victoria's Secret store in Ginza, has a slightly translucent style, which highlights the sexy features. It was just such a tempting scene, but no one had a chance to see it at this time, and no one even knew about the existence of this garment.

Midong slowly returned to the end of the corridor on the right wing of the third floor, silently staring at the closed door on the right.

Having recovered from a serious illness, my grandfather returned to his bedroom shortly after returning home, and was now supposed to be asleep. Midong stared silently in front of the door for a long time, and had no intention of going into the house to disturb, just gently pushed open the door on the left side and walked into her bedroom.

The princess-style bed is still the same color, the princess-style bed is inherited from the previous era, the milky gilt dresser is placed with Tiffany's jewelry, and the wardrobe is not opened, but the many expensive clothes inside are also in the same style, so that the new residents have to buy new clothes.

Outside the window, the sky was terribly gloomy, covering the original boundless moonlight, and at the moment when Meidong returned to the house, there was even a white light that instantly illuminated the window, and thunder happened to fall from the sky.

"Wow, does that set the mood?"

It seems that it is really going to rain, and if there are a few petrels soaring in the sky, it will surely add a literary and artistic beauty of the storm. Midong laughed in her heart, because she knew that at this time in Shimizu Port, there would really be seagulls flying at low altitude.

Thinking of this, she simply opened the floor-to-ceiling window door and walked barefoot onto the balcony.

The temperature tonight is really low, compared to the night in Tokyo two months ago, Rao is Midong has always been cold-resistant, and she can't help but shiver a little, and let her purse her lips for a while.

From here, you can't see Shizuoka City below, and the spruce trees outside the courtyard alone block almost all of the exterior scenery. If you drive a car, you can reach the city at the foot of the mountain in a maximum of 10 minutes, but just by relying on the trees to provide shade, you can immediately create a unique atmosphere that is isolated from the rest of the world.

"On a thunderstorm night, an independent Western-style pavilion in the mountains and forests, such a combination is not used for people to sleep peacefully."

Midong said softly, her arms resting on the cold balcony railing, and she looked down.

A vast expanse of paved lawn, with the ranger's cabin and storage room on the right, must have slept at this time?

Midong thought about this until she suddenly noticed that the wall-mounted hand axe was not on it next to the half-open storage door.