Ignoring Shindai Kasumi’s situation, Beichuan Si closed the karuta box and sat in the back seat with a plastic bag of wild vegetables.
Watching Beichuan Si get into the car, the driver unconsciously asked:
"Is that okay, Mr. Beichuan?"
He didn’t quite understand.
As a driver trusted by Shan Yuanmu, he knew that Shan Yuanmu had put in a great effort to investigate Shindai Kasumi’s current address.
He had thought that this ti Beichuan Si would certainly take so major action, or at the very least, provide so financial assistance to Shindai Kasumi.
But unexpectedly, Beichuan Si just had a al at the restaurant she owned, handed over a karuta card, and bought so wild vegetables before leaving.
While he was still pondering this, he looked in the rearview mirror to see Beichuan Si looking back at him with a calm gaze.
The deep look in his eyes made the driver quickly bow his head:
"I’m really sorry, I was just curious. If I offended you, Mr. Beichuan, I apologize right now."
"..." Beichuan Si.
After hearing what the other had said, Beichuan Si withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the small restaurant they had left behind and said, "She doesn’t need financial assistance. What she needs is comfort in her heart."
"...Is that so?" The driver seed to understand yet not understand.
Yes.
Shindai Kasumi was already fortunate enough, with a new family, a loving husband — a blissful scenario beyond her wildest dreams.
Yet beneath this happiness, she still harbored a sense of guilt towards Shindai Kanari.
This guilt was like a deep curse, preventing Shindai Kasumi from achieving any further happiness.
But Shindai Kanari had long passed away, and unraveling the knot in Shindai Kasumi’s heart had beco very difficult.
In such a situation, Beichuan Si could only give her a key to step out of her guilt.
And the karuta card of Shindai Kanari was a good choice.
Of course, Beichuan Si was not so generous as to give all the karuta cards to Shindai Kasumi; he rely took out one and handed it to her.
And her reaction was right within his expectations.
He hoped that she would truly move beyond the shadow of Shindai Kanari’s death.
Beichuan Si shook off his cluttered thoughts, his voice lowered as he asked, "How long until the next place?"
"Ah... about half an hour more," the driver glanced at the route and reported to Beichuan Si: "According to the investigation, Shindai Gen should be at ho at this ti."
"Is that so?" Beichuan Si nodded, as if rembering sothing, then instructed, "Please try to go as fast as possible, thank you."
He had promised Beichuan Huili to get ho early after finishing his affairs and had no ti to waste in places like this.
"I understand."
The driver responded.
Under the cover of night, the black business car swiftly raced through.
About twenty minutes later, the business car stopped at a low-cost rental apartnt.
Beichuan Si got out of the car, his gaze flickering.
According to the information provided to him by Shan Yuanmu, Shindai Gen’s residence was in apartnt 2204 on the second floor.
For now...
Beichuan Si looked at the light in apartnt 2204 on the second floor and walked unhurriedly towards it.
The people called by Shan Yuanmu were all arranged by Beichuan Si to wait downstairs for his signal.
After all, he could solve the matter alone; there was no need for such a big fuss.
Beichuan Si arrived quickly in front of the apartnt room 2204.
He just stood by the door and could hear the rowdy voices of n quarreling inside the apartnt room.
Mixed in were so unpleasant swears and obscenities.
This made Beichuan Si frown involuntarily.
He pondered for a mont; initially, he wanted to press the doorbell, but after searching for a while, he discovered this apartnt’s poor infrastructure — there wasn’t even a doorbell.
This forced Beichuan Si to knock on the door of apartnt 2204.
The sound of his knock was loud, instantly attracting the attention of the people inside.
The cursing grew louder and approached the door.
Following the crisp sound of the door opening, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion stood at the doorway.
On seeing Beichuan Si, he showed an impatient expression: "We don’t welco solicitors, find soone else."
It seed that he mistook Beichuan Si for a door-to-door salesperson.
This sallow-faced middle-aged man left these words and was about to close the door, but what he didn’t expect was that the young man in front of him suddenly asked, "Are you Shindai Gen?"
Shindai Gen?
The middle-aged man frowned: "What do you want with Shindai?"
His retort made Beichuan Si glance at the door number.
2204.
Indeed, this was Shindai Gen’s room, no mistake.
Thinking this, Beichuan Si calmly stated, "I have so matters to handle with Shindai Gen. Since you’re not him, please step aside."
Beichuan Si’s forthright words made the middle-aged man involuntarily grin, revealing his teeth in a nacing manner: "Kid, even if you know Shindai, I’d advise you to show so respect because I—"
The sallow-faced middle-aged man stopped mid-sentence.
Because he saw... Beichuan Si had taken out his hand previously hidden behind his back.
And in his palm, he was clutching a huge, sinister-looking iron hamr.
The terrifying design, sothing only seen in horror movies, instantly wiped the nacing expression off the middle-aged man’s face.
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