Fujino quietly watched Sanji Atsushi kneel on the ground and admit his mistakes. There was no sorrow, no joy, no emotion in his eyes.
He was like a Buddha seated high above in a temple hall.
Fujino felt neither sympathy nor pity for Sanji Atsushi.
In his memories, there had been someone similar to Sanji Atsushi in his previous life—a simp who had been strung along by a girl just like him. But unlike Sanji Atsushi, who had ultimately snapped in rage and killed her, that simp had chosen suicide.
Fujino felt nothing about it. In his view, it was ultimately just Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai—one willing to strike, the other willing to endure.
Who could be blamed?
People sought benefits and avoided harm. Who could refuse something as good as having someone willingly hand over money?
Even if it meant offering a little companionship, even if there was no affection, so what?
It was only acting along with you and giving you a little sense of immersion in return.
Did you really take it seriously?
Yamamura Misao from Gunma Prefecture soon arrived at the scene and took the man away.
Fujino and the others also started their journey back.
However, Fujino's car could only fit two adults and two children. On the way there, Hondo Eisuke had ridden in Sanji Atsushi's car. Now that Sanji Atsushi had been taken in, there was simply no room to squeeze another adult into Fujino's car, so the ever-unlucky Hondo Eisuke could only take the train back.
"A murder case caused by love, huh~"
Sonoko sat in the back seat with her arms crossed, looking mysteriously profound like some relationship guru. "Trapped by love, hurt by love..."
"Hm?"
Ran looked at her in confusion. "Sonoko, where did you read something like