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"Shotaro Sasaki, have you never fought with a drunkard before?"
Philip suddenly asked a question that seemed out of place.
"Huh?" Shotaro was taken aback for a moment, then complained, "My job requires me to deal with them every day."
“Dealing with them must be annoying, right? When they’re drunk, the alcohol spreads throughout their bodies, numbing their sense of pain.” Philip paused. “Even if they’re injured, they act like nothing’s wrong and cause a ruckus.”
"Could it be... that dopant... doesn't it feel pain (okay)?" Shotaro Satoshi was incredulous.
He glanced again at the hybrid in front of him, which was still groaning in pleasure despite being burned by the fire, and said with a sigh, "This is getting a bit tricky."
"Yes, he's a formidable opponent."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the hybrid in front of him slammed to the ground, sending up a flurry of snow that obscured his vision.
Once the dust settled, the flaming adulterant had vanished from its spot.
"Did it run away?" Shotaro frowned, looking into the distance, suspecting it had run ahead.
“I don’t think it would run away to the snow where there isn’t a single footprint,” Philip analyzed. “In other words, the harmful intruder is someone in this house.”
......
In a room, Kanna Kubo looked nervously out the window. "What was that sound just now?" She had heard the loud noise too.
"It's nothing. Whatever happens in this house has nothing to do with you."
"From now on... you belong to me."
Lu Chen chuckled, closed the window, and slowly walked towards Kanna Kubo. Although she was blushing with embarrassment, she did not refuse.
after all......
This man is the heartthrob of all the women in the city.
To be his woman.
That's something I've always dreamed of.
"Ding! Shotaro and Philip have been detected entering Dyetsu Village. Special mission triggered!"
[Mission Title: Life and Death!]
[Mission Objective: Please help the bride candidate, Kanna Kubokura, avoid taking damage and defeat or subdue Soraya Kagamino and Kiku Kagamino!]
[Mission Reward: Ultimate Version of All Types of Memory!]
"Ding! Detected that someone from Lifengdu is targeting the host, triggering a special mission!"
[Quest Name: Lord of Wind City!]
[Mission Objective: Please defeat or recruit the leader of the Underworld, Mantou Yukishi, along with other Underworld executives such as Gojo Ichiyo, Chiba Hideo, and Nikaido Mamoru, to become the true ruler of Underworld!]
[Mission Reward: The entire territory of Fengdu becomes the host's territory. Anyone who enters Fengdu will have 100% loyalty to the host from the moment they enter!]
.......
Chapter 117 The Identities of the People! Continuous Deaths! Beside the King!
As soon as it was light, the group was woken up and gathered in the lobby.
"The culprit is a hybrid that used the Gaia Memory to become a monster," Philip concluded from the middle.
Shotaro nodded and stepped forward, saying, "We often receive requests for cases involving Gaia Memory, and we hope you can entrust this matter to us."
“Even if Kagami Sora isn’t around,” Philip said, walking up to the women. “We hope you can tell us about the women here. We don’t have enough information right now.”
"It would be best to include the two of them as well." Shotaro looked at the butler and Mrs. Kiku's friend who were standing to the side.
"Well, I think it'll be fine as long as Sora doesn't find out," Grandma Kiku agreed.
"Then let's do it this way, Grandma." Seeing that his grandmother had agreed, Kagami Sora naturally agreed as well.
"Just a moment!" a clear voice rang out.
Everyone looked over and saw the girl in red cross her arms and say, "Hypothetically, just hypothetically, if the monster were to reappear and kill all but one of the bride candidates, even if she wasn't the woman you preferred..."
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Shotaro Sato frowned.
The girl in red ignored his words and stared intently at Kagami Sora, who had stood up.
A crisp sound,
"Would you choose the one who survives? Even if that woman might be a murderer?"
“A stupid question.” Kagami Sora sneered. “I’m a man who has decided to marry a woman who wears a mask, whom I’ve never met and whose background I don’t know. I think that the woman who survived is better than a monster in some ways. I’m going to marry that woman.”
"Hahaha, that's great!" The girl in red laughed loudly, her every move expressing her excitement.
As Philip watched this scene, cold sweat broke out on his face, and thoughts began to race through his mind.
"There isn't a single normal person here, whether male or female."
After Sora left, Shotaro and Philip learned the details of everyone's background.
The first butler, Kimura Tadashi, was 52 years old.
She started working as a maid in the Kagami family when she was around ten years old.
The second guest was Daisuke Kanamori, 25 years old.
An antique and art dealer, and a friend of Old Lady Ju.
It seems he was the one who helped gather the female candidates for this event.
The third victim was a woman in a kimono—Zaizen Reki, 23 years old.
He was from the Kansai region and was an apprentice geisha.
There are three remaining bride candidates:
Kurumi Nanba, 24 years old, was wearing a gorgeous red cheongsam.
Working at Fengdu Happy Street, he is a typical nightlife enthusiast.
The woman in the black dress with a great figure is named Hotaru Arifuji, 21 years old.
I was a gravure idol.
As for Kanna Kubo, she is 26 years old.
An ordinary white-collar worker at a pharmaceutical company.
In some ways, among this group of strangely charismatic women, her participation in this bizarre custom is the most unbelievable, and perhaps that's why...
That's why she would ask for help.
Fortunately, she was now by the king's side, which eliminated her danger and suspicion. After some investigation, night fell again.
Philip and Shotaro patrolled the corridor, inquiring about the results of their respective investigations that day.
Philip was the first to ask:
"How's the situation over there?"
"For now, nothing unusual has been found."
“I haven’t found any clues either,” Philip sighed. “I’ve investigated all the suspects, but I can’t determine who has the memory.”
“All we two can do now is monitor this house all night long.” Shotaro raised his hand and touched the head of the probe flying in the air.
"That's all we can do for the time being."
"Seriously, would someone really choose to murder their rival just to get married?" Shotaro asked, his face full of disbelief. "That's just too absurd."
"Even if Sora is a rich man, is it worth committing murder for him?"
“The benefits of marrying him are far more than just a little bit!” a woman’s voice interrupted their conversation.
The two turned around and saw a woman in black wearing a mask leaning against the wall, tilting her head and looking at them.
“There is Fujiwara no Hotaru.”
"Kakano Sora is no ordinary rich man. Just look at those paintings, each one is worth over 100 million."
"Huh?" Shotaro was quite startled and involuntarily took a step back as he looked at the expensive painting.
"I see. Even if he only sells one set, it's enough for him to squander for years."
Philip looked thoughtfully at the paintings in the hallway.
“That’s exactly it, so I’ll do anything to marry him.” A slight upturn appeared on the lips visible beneath Hotaru Ariji’s mask. “I will definitely win. I will unleash my inner demons to win his heart.”
"Goodbye~" she waved and left.
Philip sighed, “Shotaro Sasaki, it’s a good thing we ended up in this place together. This place is full of strange human emotions, which is not my type of case. The situation is very chaotic, and we can only rely on your humanity and intuition.”
Shotaro raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. "I should be the one saying that. There are too many unknowns about the criminals and the memory devices we encountered this time."
"It takes your mind and a calm perspective to see it clearly."
Shotaro withdrew his hand and pressed his hat on his head. "It seems that we need to have a long-awaited union of body and mind this time."
Outside, the storm raged on, and the mansion, now dark and quiet, was utterly silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock at the top of the stairs.
"what!"