BLACK AND WHITE (WHO YOU REALLY ARE)
CHAPTRE 4
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Akihara.
Sometimes we try to hide after doing something that is not considered good by others. And of course you realize that after their very eyes that make you claustrophobic, unconsciously you have admitted that it is very wrong. Because when you do that on the basis of deep hatred, you can no longer feel human feelings. You have lost control of the anger and resentment you felt at the time.
Akihara.
Asakura had gotten all the information about Maruyama Matsumi. Until then it was concluded that the one who killed Mr. Sonozaki was Maruyama Matsumi.
"That's true, but from some of the witnesses I asked, they saw you bring a unique carpenter to make a table. But we don't see any tables here." Yes, it is true. No table was made in this room. They were all researching properly, indeed none. "At that time why did you order a table on a table craftsman if there was no new table in this room?." Asakura asked him a question.
"I've canceled the purchase, because I think this room is very narrow if you add another table." He repressed all the feelings he had.
"Oh?. Really true?." Asakura was being careless.
Meanwhile they all listened to what Asakura was going to explain, as well as Akihara who had not taken her share.
"If I notice, there's something strange about this room too." Asakura walked towards every corner of this room, he felt something different.
"kegh" Maruyama began to get upset, he had to remain silent and calm. His feelings were not at all comfortable with what Asakura said.
"There's something different about the ceramic pattern here, too, there." Point Asakura towards an object called soundproof or silencer.
Those who looked in that direction were shocked, why was there such a soundproofing object there?. And since when?. That is the question for each of them.
"This room has been modified, into a plot murder room." Asakura walked to the only table in the room, he went to the miniature table, and he took the miniature table.
"What is your masud, police officer, how?. This room can move you mean?." Mistress Mayumi did not believe it, but is it really like that?.
They all seem to think about what Mrs Mayumi has to say, because they are not thinking in that direction about the plan for a perfect murder in the room.
"God!. Don't joke with you!. How can this room move?!. Are you trying to trick us?." Maruyama still denies, he does not want the truth revealed. He became even more nervous when Asakura found out what he had been hiding.
"That's very easy, just by using this." Asakura pointed out the miniature table he was holding earlier, he researched it properly. "And I don't cheat anyone. It was you who fooled us all." He smiled slylyly looking towards Maruyama Matsumi.
"But how did that happen, chief?." Yuma was curious about what the chairman said.
"But it is impossible if this room moves. Because no one can move this room." Taiki researched the room.
"There's a little button hidden behind this table." Asakura pressed the button, making the room slightly vibrate, and shifted?.
"Haaaa shift?." Yuma, Yuhei, and Geki were surprised to see that, as were the others. Soon maybe they pulled over because they did not want to be dragged by the movement of the ceramic floor was moving over. There are parts that can move over that are made with an extraordinary design.
"At that time, Mr. Sonozaki came to this room, you invited him to chat, and then you stabbed him." Asakura explained the incident to all of them. "After that, you hide the evidence so that no one is suspicious." And then again, it was almost at the end.
"Huh?. Where could I possibly do that?. You don't talk carelessly!." Maruyama still denies it. He didn't accept the accusation, he didn't feel he did it?.
"You are truly a woman with no feelings. How could you possibly calm down after committing a crime?." Madame Mayumi who had been holding herself back said with a sore tone. Her heart was so sore, why would there be such a cruel person as Maruyama Matsumi?.
Heh!." Maruyama Matsumi looked away.
"I'm maruyama san!. There's still time to fix all the mistakes you've done." Asakura did not want Maruyama to fall too deep, he had already committed a crime.
"You don't have strong enough evidence to prove that I've done that." Maruyama Matsumi still dodging?.
Again the Sonozaki family almost went berserk because Maruyama Matsumi did not want to admit that he had killed Mr. Sonozaki.
Yuma cs also re-injured them so as not to commit violence.
"Let go!. Let me kill that woman!." His heart hurts, it's so tight.
"Calm madam, we will deal with this matter well." Yuma is trying to hold off Mrs Mayumi.
Suddenly Akihara's phone rang making them turn to look at her, Akihara picked up her phone, pressed the active speaker button. So that they all listen to what the forensic investigation agency has to say about the results they have encountered.
"Yes, hello?. What about the result akamatsu san?." Akihara asked over the phone.
"We already know the results of yuichi san, that the skin and blood stuck in the nails of mr. sonozaki belongs to matsumi maruyama. The result fits a hundred percent." Such was the information awaited by Akihara, after remaining silent for her brother who solved the case. Their gazes were all fixed on Maruyama Matsumi who looked deathly pale.
"Oh, thanks for the important information it's akamatsu san. Happy return service." After that Akihara hung up the phone coming in. "I'm sure you won't be able to avoid maruyama san anymore." Akihara was seen grinning, her gaze was so different, the aura emitted also emphasized the ambient atmosphere.
"Akihiro." Asakura had only first seen her sister like this, very serious and dignified, this was unlike her sister.
Akihara.
How much time we go through, how much we try to cover up the crime, but it will eventually be discovered. Being too deeply involved in a problem that will not be able to make us regret is killing someone's life.
Akihara.
What will happen next?. Is Maruyama Matsumi going to admit what he has done?. Keep reading the story, dear reader. Greetings full of love.
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