Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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A strange feeling washed over me.

Time flows in silence.

Nagasaki Motoyo remained stiffly seated, not daring to move, quietly watching him and listening to his even breathing, afraid that he would suddenly wake up.

After a long while, as if she had finally made up her mind, she leaned down again very slowly, her cherry-colored lips almost touching his earlobe, and whispered in a breathy voice that only she could hear:

"I like you, Koshimura Sawa."

no response.

"If they fall asleep, then /age 6 feed 6 'abandon ba er 8 ah..."

"No, actually I can hear it." Koshimura Sawa suddenly opened his eyes.

"Huh?" Nagasaki Motoyo panicked, her face turning bright red as she waved her hands. "This... I didn't—"

"Thank you," Koshimura Sawa continued.

"And—I like you too, Su Shi."

Chapter Sixty: The Stars Shine for You

The door was gently pushed open, and the bell jingled, making a clear sound.

Wen Shuijia, who was sitting at the front desk, looked up at the guests who walked in.

The person who entered the room was a middle-aged man wearing a suit that had clearly been washed many times and was even a bit faded, carrying a briefcase.

His face was haggard and his appearance was emaciated, making one worry that he might collapse at any moment.

"Welcome—" Wen Shui Jia Shu began with a standard greeting.

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the man, carrying a briefcase, walk toward the bookshelf on the inside.

Wen Shuijia immediately stood up alertly: "Hello, sir, this is—"

The man reached out, placed his hand on the slightly protruding book, and gently pulled it outwards.

"I've come to see Yuji Takamatsu."

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Yuji Takamatsu pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the man.

"Speak, Toyokawa Kiyotaka, what are you doing here?" He sighed, his voice weary. "Let me make this clear first, there's no alcohol for you here, and I only have five minutes."

Toyokawa Kiyoshi didn't say anything, but silently placed the briefcase he had brought on the table.

The bag made a dull thud when it hit the table.

"This is the evidence I've collected over the past year," Toyokawa Kiyoko said expressionlessly. "It's about the truth behind the Toyokawa family's destruction and that fire."

"what?"

　-月'*漪/陕(私霖⒎侕児⒋覇{飼丰川清告 Unzipped the briefcase, grabbed the bottom of the bag with both hands, turned it upside down, and gently shook it out.

In an instant, countless photos, printed bills, photocopied contracts, handwritten records, and even several mechanical hard drives poured out like a burst dam, covering the entire desktop, with some even sliding to the floor.

Yuji Takamatsu reached out and picked up the photo closest to him, only to find that it had been marked on the back.

Tanaka Suisan fabricated evidence of worker abuse at the Toyokawa family's residence.

He picked up another one.

[Yamamoto Trading secretly disconnected the network cable from the Toyokawa family's server (archived)]

...It really is a simple and straightforward business battle.

Yuji Takamatsu stared at the mountain of evidence piled on the table: forged quality inspection reports, altered bank statements, records of illegal financial transactions, and chat logs showing the parties involved being coerced and induced...

"Where did you get all of these?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not entirely useless, am I...?"

“I thought you really had just been staying at home drinking for a year.” Yuji Takamatsu looked up at him.

“That’s the key point,” Toyokawa Kiyoko suddenly said, “because their focus of surveillance isn’t me, but Xiangzi.”

"I just need to act like a complete loser, an alcoholic, a scumbag when I'm at home... and those people will quickly lose interest in me and won't care about my behavior."

"So, even if I walk into the door of the 0 Ershisi Temple and then slip out through the back door, they won't notice."

Yuji Takamatsu listened in silence, unable to imagine how this man had moved like a ghost through the shadows of Tokyo to find these long-forgotten clues.

He put down the shocking evidence and picked up the brown bag that was in the center of the table.

"Then... what is this?"

"One of the batch of bags that had problems back then."

Yuji Takamatsu's hand trembled, and he quickly flung it away.

"Don't worry, it won't explode." Toyokawa Kiyoshi reached out and caught the dimensional bag he tossed over. "Besides, the so-called explosion is actually very simple."

"It's not some magical spell, it's not a technological means, and it doesn't even require anything extra."

He reached out and pointed to a rune sewn inside the bag opening.

"This rune was originally designed to automatically tighten the opening of the dimensional bag after use, to prevent the contents from falling out."

"After modification, its effect became—to make the bag opening roll inward."

"The rolling process has no set termination condition, but what if it keeps rolling until even the bottom of the bag is rolled into the space inside the dimensional bag?"

"The dimensional bag is inside the dimensional bag, and the dimensional bag is outside the dimensional bag, thus creating a paradox."

"And so, an explosion occurred."

"It's that simple."

Toyokawa Kiyotaka closed his eyes, sighed, and leaned back weakly in his chair.

"Sato International Logistics did the dirty work. After Yamamoto Trading cut off the network, someone entered the server room and modified the program for imprinting runes offline."

"Since the rune itself is harmless, it wasn't detected during the self-check..."

Toyokawa Kiyoko reached out and covered his face.

“...I understand.” Takamatsu Yuji paused for a moment. “These physical and documentary evidences will become groundbreaking evidence in this case. The lawsuits against the relevant individuals involved will also be put on the agenda as soon as possible, and I will personally oversee them.”

He looked at Toyokawa Kiyoshi and asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Toyokawa Kiyoshi lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

"I am neither a good husband nor a good father."

"If I hadn't insisted on an aggressive strategy and been so eager to seize the market... perhaps none of these things would have happened."

"It was me... who killed Mizuho."

"I know I don't have the talent to be a professional, but at least..."

He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"I want to protect my only daughter."

"as well as..."

"To avenge Mizuho."

His fist slammed heavily on the table, making the papers rustle.

"Understood." Yuji Takamatsu nodded, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Also, Toyokawa Kiyoshi, although you can't be called a good husband or a good father." He opened the door and turned his head slightly.

“But at least—you are now worthy of being a proper heir to the Toyokawa family.”

Bright light shone in from outside the door, casting shadows that outlined the silhouettes of the two people.

Toyokawa Kiyoko suddenly raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "You mean... justice delayed is still justice?"

“It’s meaningless to the parties involved.” Yuji Takamatsu stopped in his tracks. “So-called justice delayed is just an explanation to social morality, and a reason for us who are still alive and still believe in the word ‘justice’ to keep going.”

"However, I actually prefer another way of putting it—"

Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the small characters engraved under the sign of the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations, and read them softly.

May justice and fairness prevail in the world.

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The cool moonlight shone through the iron bars, casting several narrow streaks of light on the ground.

Takamatsu Akari hugged her legs and curled up in the corner.

Even though the handcuffs had been removed, she still lacked the ability to cast spells without the microphone.

Most of the people around her were fast asleep from exhaustion and drowsiness, and only a few were still awake like her, emitting faint sobs.

Just then, Takamatsu suddenly felt something cold and slippery touch her leg.

She instinctively pulled her leg back and looked down.

A viscous, black substance, like melted asphalt, lay quietly in the shadows at her feet, its surface rising and falling slowly as if breathing, looking somewhat like... a slime?

A wet trail remained behind it, stretching all the way to the cell door sealed with iron bars.

Gao Songdeng subconsciously held her breath and tensed up, but the black thing just stayed there quietly, as if observing her.

The fear in the girl's eyes was quickly replaced by curiosity. She cautiously lowered her head and moved closer.

The black mass seemed to sense her gaze, and began to surge, spreading and expanding on the ground, eventually transforming into several characters.

【えむら】

"Koshimura?" Takamatsu murmured. "Are you... Koshimura-kun?"

The text began to change again.

【いいえ】

This was followed by a string of ellipses.

“No…” Takamatsu asked in a low voice, “Then, were you sent by Koshimura?”

【はい】

Having just finished writing the last character, the black substance completely collapsed to the ground, as if it had exhausted all its strength, and its luster dimmed considerably.

"But..." Gao Songdeng couldn't understand.

Koshimura-kun... how did he know about this place?

Just then, the black substance suddenly arched its body and began to writhe violently. It squeezed out a silver crystal dotted with starlight from its body, carefully rolled it up with its tentacles, and handed it to Takamatsu Tamamo, gently patting the back of her hand.

"This is...that stone?" Takamatsu looked down at the stone in his palm, which seemed to shimmer with starlight even in the darkness, his amber eyes widening slightly.

The black substance nodded, weakly but resolutely extending a tentacle that pointed upwards.

Takamatsu looked up blankly in the direction of the tentacles, only to see a gray ceiling.

The tentacle shook anxiously, stubbornly continuing to point upwards.

"The sky...stars?" Takamatsu Akari seemed to understand something.

"But what should we do?"

The girl's palms were slightly sweaty as she held the shattered crystal, and confusion welled up in her heart once again.

Xiangzi always said... I'm not a qualified bard, I can't do anything.

If it weren't for my poor singing and inability to inspire everyone... the adventure team wouldn't have broken up.

Self-blame was like a tightly bound thread binding her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Xiangzi is always very capable and intelligent. He knows a lot of things and never makes a mistake when casting spells.

If Xiangzi were here... she would definitely know what to do...

If it were Xiangzi... what would she do?