Chapter 155

The red sunset shone on her back, and a feeling of pity couldn't help but rise in Akaso Kaze's heart.

To have experienced the death of loved ones at such a young age, and the problem was that her father's death was still shrouded in mystery.

Sato Miwako had truly endured a great deal of suffering.

From now on, I will definitely protect you well.

Back in the car, Sato Miwako's eyes lit up; it seemed the shrewd and capable policewoman had returned.

"Akaso-san, can you tell me the specific situation?"

"Of course, perhaps you can even take revenge yourself," Akaso Kaze said with a smile.

Night, Kano Restaurant.

Sato Miwako, having changed into a suit and skirt, got out of the car.

She stood in front of the restaurant and turned her head to look at Akaso Kaze.

"I'll wait for you here," Akaso Kaze said with a smile.

Seeing such a warm smile, an impulse surged in Sato Miwako's heart.

She suddenly strode back, poked her head into the car window, and lightly touched her lips to Akaso Kaze's.

It was just a simple touch, yet it made her cheeks flush red.

"Akaso-san, wait for me to come back..."

Sato Miwako said half a sentence, then immediately turned and walked into the restaurant.

[Ding, Sato Miwako has developed affection for you; current affection level is 3.]

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly as he watched her back disappear behind the door.

The restaurant owner, Kano Shuji, was behind the bar, wiping the expensive red wines on the wine rack.

Hearing someone enter, he raised his head.

"Eh? Miwako? How do you have time to come over today?"

Hearing Kano Shuji's inquiry, Sato Miwako's state of mind immediately calmed down, and she replied with a smile: "I was busy all day, finally I can be at leisure and take a breath."

"Hahaha! Is that so? It's a pity it's already almost midnight! Our restaurant has already closed for the night! Otherwise, I would definitely have to treat you well!"

Kano Shuji's expression was clearly somewhat unnatural.

"Don't be like that, it doesn't matter if you close late. Isn't tomorrow your long-awaited fiftieth birthday? How about you let me have a drink with you?"

Hearing Sato's reply, Kano Shuji's inner anxiety intensified. After waving his hand and smiling at Sato, he began to mock himself.

"I'm already fifty, what's there to care about a birthday?"

"Oh? Is that so? I thought you would be waiting very anxiously! After all, once it passes midnight tonight, the statute of limitations for the eighteen-year-old 'Shushiro' case will expire! How about it? Shall we have a drink to celebrate? Mr. Kano!"

Sato Miwako smiled until her eyes narrowed.

"Ah? Miwako, what are you talking about? What Kano?"

Kano Shuji's face changed in an instant.

"Uncle Kano doesn't know? Those are the three mysterious characters my father wrote in his notebook! If written in Roman letters, these three characters are 'kano', which seems to be the nickname you were given by your high school baseball team."

Sato Miwako's face carried a strange radiance.

"The reason my father locked onto you was also because he saw the footage of you shooting the guard with a shotgun on the surveillance tape."

"I often heard my father say that although Uncle Kano's batting stance was strange, Kano was indeed the team's best hitter!"

Kano Shuji gave a few hoarse, dry laughs.

"Hahaha! Miwako! You really are going too far! Just based on these things, you're prepared to treat me, Uncle Kano, as the murderer?"

"And everything you've said is hypothetical, there's no evidence! Furthermore, the statute of limitations for that case expired three years ago! It's really terrible for you to come here and say these strange things!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Sato Miwako smiled like a little fox.

"For others, the statute of limitations has indeed passed three years ago! But for Uncle Kano, it hasn't expired yet."

"Uncle Kano should know this very well, right? In Japan, the time a suspect spends abroad cannot be included in the calculation of the statute of limitations!"

"You fled to Italy to escape justice and stayed there for three years to avoid the heat, so today it is still within the valid period."

Kano Shuji looked at the clock on the wall, subconsciously swallowed, and couldn't help but reach for the wine in the ice bucket.

His mood was extremely tense, and his mouth felt dry.

Sato Miwako grabbed the wine and the ice bucket from the table into her arms and smiled playfully at Kano Shuji.

"That won't do, Uncle Kano! The talk isn't over yet, you can't get drunk now."

As Sato Miwako spoke, she also glanced at the clock.

"You are waiting for the time, aren't you? There are only ten minutes left until midnight!"

"It's just a pity, you won't be able to wait until then."

"Before I came, I sent people to your house and found several hundred million yen under the Buddhist altar. Uncle Kano, you really are rich."

Kano Shuji's face turned pale instantly.

The thing he feared most had finally happened.

That stolen money was the most critical evidence.

"You, how do you know such details?"

"Who exactly helped you solve the puzzle?"

Sato Miwako's smile suddenly vanished, and her expression became serious.

She placed the ice bucket on the table and took out two things.

In one hand she held an arrest warrant, and in the other, the handcuffs her father had left behind.

"Uncle Kano, do you still recognize these? These are the handcuffs my father left behind."

"If he hadn't been without his handcuffs that day, and had trusted so much that you would turn yourself in, he wouldn't have died."

"My father clearly had the chance to shout your name, but because he believed in you, he never said it. Even when you were running away, he was only shouting for you to turn yourself in..."

"As a result, this fragmented sentence was mistaken by the people nearby as 'Shushiro'..."

As Sato Miwako spoke, her teary eyes couldn't help but blur.

Her father's face seemed to appear before her eyes.

Kano Shuji stood up abruptly and grabbed the wine bottle from the ice bucket.

"No, I can't go to jail! There are still a few minutes left, I'll be free!"

He assumed a baseball batting stance, swung the wine bottle, and smashed it viciously toward Sato Miwako.

Sato Miwako was a bit stunned; she hadn't expected the seemingly old and weak fifty-year-old man to suddenly lash out.

Having no gun in hand, she could only raise the handcuffs to block it.

Bang.

The wine bottle was blocked by a hand.

Sato Miwako fell into a warm embrace.

Akaso Kaze held the policewoman with his left hand and grabbed the large, heavy wine bottle with his right.

A cold, grim smile appeared on his face.

Resisting to the end, you are seeking your own death!

Kano Shuji pulled hard on the bottle, but couldn't pull it back at all.

"Who, who exactly are you?" he asked in a panic.

"Me? I'm the one who helped Miwako solve the puzzle."

Akaso Kaze smiled coldly.

Mist Tengu, come out!

A mist protected both him and Miwako.

Water Column Technique!

One after another, water columns kept appearing inside the wine bottle.

They surged in like a torrent.

After a moment, a loud boom was heard.

The entire bottle of wine suddenly exploded.

The massive impact sent Kano Shuji flying against the opposite wall.

Splat, he stuck to the wall like a pancake.