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Akita seemed to have discovered something, lying on all fours on the ground and howling incessantly, its only remaining small, colored eye filled with sorrow.

"I'm fine, Uncle Kuroda." Miura Yumiko grabbed Kuroda's hand as he stepped forward, her grip so strong that it slightly changed Kuroda's expression.

"My injury is nothing serious, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Her face was pale, but her emerald green eyes burned with a raging fire.

"Oh, oh..." Kuroda was startled and responded blankly, standing there holding the bandage, not knowing what to do.

“Uncle Kuroda, now I’m telling you, you have to remember this.”

She took a breath; the massive blood loss had made her head spin, but she had to grit her teeth and persevere.

"The idiot is dead. He was killed by Sagawa."

She quickly gave a brief account of what had happened that day.

"That's it..."

After a long silence, Kuroda finally sighed softly, a look of sadness appearing in his eyes.

Yumiko Miura gritted her teeth: "Sagawa's mental illness is fake. His lawyer fabricated a history of mental illness for him. I hope you can find the media to expose this as soon as possible."

Kuroda: "…………"

His silence gave Miura Yumiko a bad feeling.

"What do you mean? Say something!"

Yumiko Miura gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails almost piercing through his clothes and into his body.

Kuroda shook his head, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "I know all that, but Miura... it's no use..."

Yumiko Miura took a step back, her face pale: "What do you mean? Explain yourself, you bastard!"

"What I mean is, I've known for a long time that his history of mental illness was fabricated, but there was nothing I could do about it. Do you understand?!"

Kuroda was also somewhat annoyed: "The media won't report this without crucial evidence, and even if they did, it wouldn't be of any use. The judicial authorities won't admit that their evidence collection was flawed; they'll try every means to suppress the media that reports it. The result won't change at all, you understand?!"

Boom!

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and Yumiko Miura collapsed to the ground in disbelief: "How is this possible..."

She immediately realized what was happening and yelled at Kuroda, "What is this? What's the point of you being here? If even evidence can be forged, what's the point of collecting evidence? In the end, isn't it all useless?!"

"No, no, no, it's meaningful, all of this is meaningful..."

As if his disguise had been exposed, Kuroda fell into dejection, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

A flash of anger crossed Miura Yumiko's eyes: "As expected, Sagawa was right about at least one thing, you're a complete waste!"

She struggled to her feet and walked outside without looking back.

"where are you going?"

Kuroda's voice trembled slightly.

"revenge!"

Volume One: Chapter Thirty-Seven (Final Chapter)

As Conan Doyle once said: When the law fails to bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge becomes justified and even noble from that moment on.

At this moment, although Yumiko Miura did not know the meaning of those words, her current situation was exactly the same as that of those words.

She wanted revenge, revenge for that fool who called her sister, even if it meant killing someone!

But she needs to get some sleep before that.

Having lost too much blood, she stumbled into her tent and collapsed to the ground.

It's 7 PM now, and she needs to wait until midnight for her status to update.

"Wait till you're done, you fool. I'll get revenge for you soon."

Her hate-filled blue eyes were slowly covered by her eyelids, and Miura Yumiko fell into a deep sleep.

boom!

Thunder rumbled incessantly outside, and Kuroda's face flickered in the candlelight inside the wooden house.

"Useless..."

He shook his head, pulled a cell phone from under his bed, typed a message, and sent it.

"Maybe I really am a good-for-nothing." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then put his phone back under the bed and pulled out his notebook and pen, which he hadn't used in a long time, from his almost moldy bag.

"The demon that killed you is living right under your nose, yet you are indulging in this false family affection."

He spread his notebook on the bed and began to write seriously.

Akita lay quietly on the ground, staring at him, her bright eyes filled with sorrow.

Ten minutes later, he packed up the laptop and wanted to put it back in his bag, but after hesitating for a moment, he left it on the bed.

He buried his head under the bed again and started groping around for a long time before finally pulling out a small box.

He set his gaze on Akita.

"Akita, can you lend me a hand?"

Akita silently got up from the ground, obediently walked to his side, and looked up at him.

Kuroda gently stroked its bald head, his eyes focused on Akita's cloudy eyeball.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt..."

..........................................

boom!

Yumiko Miura suddenly opened her eyes wide and got up from the ground.

She touched her arm; the torn clothes and wounds had healed.

Silently, she walked to the stove in front of the kitchen knife she had built. She used the side of the knife as a mirror, and just then, a flash of lightning appeared. She could see that the face reflected on the cold metal was so unfamiliar.

Gloomy, pale, with an unyielding resentment in his eyes.

But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as she can get revenge.

She left the tent carrying the kitchen knife, and as she passed the hut, she glanced inside and noticed that the candlelight was still flickering.

Miura Yumiko pursed her lips, showing no intention of going inside.

They descended the mountain silently.

The rain was still falling, but she didn't care at all.

She ran frantically along the mountain road in the pouring rain, falling countless times, but she got up without expression and kept running. When she finally reached the fenced-off house, her sportswear was covered in a thick layer of sweat, and her body was covered in countless bruises.

"call……"

She took a deep breath and kicked open the outer wooden door with a sudden burst of energy.

"Ok?"

Strangely, there wasn't much obstruction from the wooden door.

She immediately became alert. Sagawa's cruelty and treachery were beyond her imagination. It was impossible for him to forget to lock the door, especially since he was seriously injured.

Yumiko Miura carefully held the kitchen knife in front of her and walked step by step toward the entrance of the inner room.

squeak……

The door to the inner room was also unlocked.

She started to panic, and her breathing became heavy involuntarily, as if afraid that Sagawa might jump out from some corner and hit her.

The lights were still on in the room. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open completely.

However, everything that came into view caused her pupils to dilate involuntarily.

"Kuroda?!"

In the small room, Kuroda and Sagawa embraced each other tightly like lovers, except that each of them held a dagger, which was firmly stuck in the other's body.

boom!

Another bolt of lightning flashed.

Miura Yumiko's hands trembled as she checked their breathing, and she involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

"how so......"

Sagawa died, and Kuroda died too.

For a moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness welling up inside her.

"Wang..."

A weak bark came from the corner.

"Akita!"

Yumiko Miura was jolted and scrambled toward the source of the sound.

She found Akita in the corner of the room.

Akita lay on its side on the ground, its face stained red with blood, its abdomen contracting and expanding violently, and its breathing becoming extremely heavy.

Its two eyes shone brightly in the candlelight.

......................................................

Yumiko Miura is confused and doesn't know where to go from here.

The biggest villain, Sagawa, is dead; Kuroda, the initiator of the obsession, is dead; the fool is dead; even Akita breathed his last after seeing her one last time, leaving her all alone...

"So why am I still here?"

She looked up blankly at the dark sky: "Hey, Yuuki-kun, are you looking?"

The pitch-black sky was completely still, as calm as death.

"If you're still looking, could you please see me out?"

"This game... is absolutely terrible..."

Naturally, no one could respond to her, and she carried Akita's body step by step back to the top of the mountain.

Pushing open the door to Kuroda's small house, she immediately saw the notebook spread out on the bed.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should look at it. She knew it was left for her by Kuroda, but she wasn't sure if she could bear to look at it.

She is a sentimental person, always has been.

But she still looked at it in the end, because it could be considered Kuroda's keepsake.

“Miura, by the time you see this notebook, you should be alright. I’ve observed that every time it’s past midnight, your physical condition seems to completely recover. It’s really amazing.”

“I am not a good father. I failed to protect Motoko when she was alive, and I was unable to avenge her after she passed away. I am the most useless father in the world.”

“But even as the most useless father, I want to do something for Suzuko and for you.”

“You look a lot like my daughter, really a lot like her. You both have the same blonde hair and are about the same height. The only difference might be your eye color. You have turquoise eyes, while Motoko’s are black. Even so, I still mistook you for Motoko. Please forgive my rude behavior.”

"The country's judicial system has long been rotten. Ever since the famous lawyer Naruhodo was falsely accused of fabricating evidence and had his lawyer's license revoked, lawyers and prosecutors have completely lost their moral bottom line. False evidence is rampant, and all kinds of shameless practices are as numerous as hairs on a cow. Sagawa's case came about under these circumstances."

"To convict Sagawa, we need decisive evidence, but what kind of decisive evidence is more useful than his own confession?"

"Therefore, I've always had this idea, but the timing just hasn't been right, so I haven't been able to put it into practice."

“Listen, Miura, I know you’re filled with resentment because of the idiot’s death, but killing won’t solve everything. You’re still young. If you kill someone, your life will be ruined. So let me take care of the revenge.”

"It may be wishful thinking on my part, but the moment you called me Dad, I already considered you my daughter."

The writing ends here; below, Kuroda details his plan.

Miura Yuko: "..."

After reading Kuroda's last words, she looked somewhat dazed and turned her gaze to Akita, who had already lost his breath.