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Chapter 139: The Past of Tsukishima Koyama

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Xiaoshan Yueji was deliberately avoiding Yuan Zhimiao's question.

"You won't kill him!" Yuan Zhimiao guessed boldly.

Hearing this, Oyama Tsukiki's body softened and she almost fell down. She looked at the extremely beautiful blonde woman in front of her in horror.

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

At this time, Oyama Tsukiki's voice was trembling, and it was obvious that she had collapsed.

Yuan Zhimiao looked at her and said, "I'm afraid you've already hated Fang Wenzhou!"

Seeing that her secret that she had hidden for many years was exposed, Xiaoshan Yueji hung a sign on the door to announce that the restaurant was temporarily closed. At this time, only Yuan Zhimiao and Xiaoshan Yueji were left in the pub.

"He deserves to die."

Koyama Tsukishime's tone was full of hatred, and she still hasn't forgiven that devilish man.

She sat on the chair next to Yuan Zhimiao, poured herself a glass of sake and drank it all.

After a moment, she seemed to finally have the courage to tell the unspeakable past.

"To be precise, I don't know who my father is. My mother is a singer in a nightclub. I spent countless sleepless nights in my childhood. She had countless male companions, and even spent money to support those men who only said sweet words. When she was no longer useful, they would ruthlessly abandon my mother.

She is a pitiful and selfish person. I have always thought that when I grow up, I must not live like her. Crazy and persistent, I can't live without love.

Until one day she drank herself to death. She was no longer devastated by the pain of being abandoned by a man.

Unexpectedly, my nightmare began, because without my mother's protection, I was forced to enter the society at the age of 13. I had no skills and could only sell my body for money. Because I wanted to live, I didn't want to die silently like my mother. Like a stink bug that no one cared about.

Seven years passed like this, and I finally saved enough money. I could find a decent job. I could change my way of life. "

Speaking of this, Xiaoshan Yueji covered her face and cried. She had been hiding her sadness for so many years, but today she could no longer hide it.

"I was 20 years old that year, and I thought it was a restart of my life. But I didn't expect it to be the beginning of another nightmare."

Speaking of this, Oyama Tsukiki poured herself another glass of sake.

She continued, "That year I met Wenzhou Jun. I was deeply attracted by his knowledge and talent, and I fell hopelessly in love with him."

Yuan Zhimiao listened attentively, feeling as if she was listening to an audio novel.

A line of clear tears slid down from the corner of Koyama Tsukiki's eyes, leaving a horrible mark on her pale makeup.

"I hid my past and we got together. We ran this izakaya together and we were sweet and happy. We also had a lovely daughter.

I thought my life would continue like this, but I didn't expect that he would know my past. He looked at me with hatred, he couldn't stand my past experience. He felt that I had deceived him.

He changed after that, he started to beat and scold me. He started to get drunk and he always said harsh and unpleasant words.

I could have tolerated all of this, but I should never have had any feelings for Yazi."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhimiao's heart skipped a beat. This Fang Wenzhou was really a scoundrel, actually having feelings for his own daughter.

At this point, Tsukiki Koyama's voice trembled a little: "It was so dark that day! Ako kept shouting for help. He knocked me down. I desperately crawled to the kitchen and saved Ako. I put that demon to sleep forever. He will never hurt us again."

In fact, Yuan Zhimiao didn’t care about Fang Wenzhou’s life or death. This beast deserved to die.

"Don't be afraid, sister. I won't report you."

Xiaoshan Yueji looked at Yuan Zhimiao, this extremely mysterious woman, with a little surprise, not knowing what she was up to.

"That Fang Wenzhou deserves to die. He is a traitor and a domestic violence man. Such a person should not be alive in this world. If you kill him, you will be ridding the people of harm."

"Then you..." Xiaoshan Yueji was a little confused about what the woman in front of her wanted to do.

Yuan Zhimiao said to her, "Sister, I just came here to ask you about Yue Ximei. Do you know the relationship between Fang Wenzhou and Yue Ximei?"

Xiaoshan Yueji has calmed down: "He didn't say it explicitly, but he mentioned the name Yue Ximei when he was drunk once. I guess this should be one of his lovers in the flower-growing family."

Xiaoshan Yueji's words "a lover" are very mysterious, proving that Fang Wenzhou has mentioned more than just Yue Ximei's name. He has more than one mistress.

"After he died, I found the bill he sent to Hong Kong. Since then, I have been paying the bills in my own name."

Everything has a traceable path, forming a perfect closed loop.

For unknown reasons, Fang Wenzhou locked up the crazy Yue Ximei in Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.

"Besides these, is there anything else suspicious about Fang Wenzhou?"

Xiaoshan Yueji lowered her head and thought for a while. Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "I have seen a receipt with a company seal. There is a considerable amount of money on it. I can't remember which company it was."

"Is the receipt still there?" Yuan Zhimiao asked.

Xiaoshan Yueji replied: "It's still there, at home. I can take you there to get it."

Xiaoshan Yueji led the way, and Yuan Zhimiao followed her to her residence.

This is a typical Japanese single-family house, very neat and tidy.

The system dog scanned the house with great fun.

It said, "Miao Jie, guess where this Xiao Shan Yue Ji buried Fang Wenzhou."

Yuan Zhimiao said in her mind, "I guess she buried Fang Wenzhou under the cherry tree in the backyard!"

Er Gouzi exclaimed: "Miao Jie, you are truly amazing!"

Yuan Zhimiao answered from her heart: "It was not easy for a weak woman like her to kill Fang Wenzhou. She was also injured at the time, so the most effective way to deal with the body was to hide it on the spot."

Er Gouzi flattered: "Miao Jie, you can be a detective now."

Yuan Zhimiao replied in her heart: "What a joke! Do you think that all those 3000 episodes of Detective Conan that I watched were in vain?"

I walked into the house in slippers. The whole house was made of bamboo. Because Japan is an island country with frequent earthquakes, most houses are made of this kind of earthquake-resistant wooden houses.

The display and storage in the house are very clever. Although the house is not very old, it does not feel cramped at all.

Wearing a kimono, Tsukishime Koyama began to rummage through various small box drawers.

Yuan Zhimiao was not in a hurry at all, and leisurely strolled around the house to look around. After all, she had never seen a Japanese-style single-family house before.

"found it."

Xiaoshan Yueji put a yellowed receipt into Yuan Zhimiao's hand.

Yuan Zhimiao looked at the receipt in his hand, and on it was a red seal with the words "Yamamoto Co., Ltd."