Chapter 87 The most extreme distortion

After the closet door is opened, there are three inner walls.

On the half inner wall that Natsume Naoki could see directly, there were many, many underwear hanging all over the place.

It's just that these underwear are packed in vacuum bags, which are evacuated into a vacuum, and the transparent plastic outside is cut very finely, and there is no extraneous trace against the outline of the underwear.

The colorful underwear are spaced moderately and hung neatly like paintings.

But when he saw this scene, Natsume Naoki felt that this was not a wardrobe but like a butterfly specimen display cabinet——

Shirai Kirisawa actually made specimens of underwear and hung them up!

"Traceless model 0056, magic model 0125A, magic model 0125R, front debit 0114, front debit 0298F..."

Amemiya Chizuru frowned and murmured softly. All the underwear she glanced at could be identified by the number and style, and the number and style were not official.

As a designer, she gave each work a number. The number 0056 does not mean that there are 55 other styles of the same style in this underwear brand, but that Chizuru Amamiya failed 55 times when designing this underwear.

Only then did it finally succeed.

So she would name her works after the number of failures. If there were works with the same number of failures, she would write an ABC after the number to distinguish them.

This is a naming method that is unique to her, and it also means that every underwear that can be named contains her hard work day and night, just like a child conceived in ten months.

But now, these underwear are hung on the wall instead of being worn.

Chizuru Amamiya's breathing was a little rapid. The youngest fashion designer in Tokyo was really angry. These are the works she is proud of!

"All the underwear that was lost in the swimming pool is hung here, and you treat it as a personal collection?"

She turned to look at Shirai.

Shirai seemed to have accepted her fate at this time. It seemed to her that it was impossible to quibble, so she gritted her teeth and spoke her mind.

"These are all works of art! They are works of art to me, but those scalpers bought them in order to lower the price and even destroyed them and refused to wear them...those hateful men! I spent money to buy them back and keep them in good condition.

What's wrong with me here?"

"Underwear is designed to be worn, not hung on the wall for viewing." Amamiya Chizuru frowned and said: "And what you stole were the girls' personal belongings. Do you have the ability to buy them from scalpers?

!”

"I..." Shirai choked and muttered a few words in a trembling voice, lowered his head and bit his lip tightly: "I can't afford it."

"Oh, so you are just a thief who steals other people's things for selfish purposes? To put it bluntly...stealing is stealing."

Amamiya Chizuru was so angry that her little nose was wheezing, but Natsume Naoki quietly walked over and smiled helplessly, gently rubbing her back with his hand to comfort her: "Okay, okay, speak slowly, it depends on your anger.

What else do you want to ask? If not, then let’s leave, we won’t be angry anymore.”

"Wait, there is one last very important question!" Chizuru Amamiya waved her little hands, took a few deep breaths, made the airport slightly fluctuate, and finally calmed down.

“Why do you only steal from the same designer!”

"How did you tell? Could it be that you are also..." Shirai was also a little short of breath, and asked Chizuru Amamiya while panting.

This little girl had too much emotional impact on her today.

"You don't care how I figured it out," Amamiya Chizuru puffed out her non-existent chest, squeezed her small waist, pointed at her nose and asked, "Tell me! Why did you only steal hers?!"

"Since you can see it, you must understand Mr. Qianzhihe." Shirai didn't know whether he was talking too much or was nervous because he was caught stealing. His face gradually turned red, he felt breathless when he spoke, and his body seemed to be in trouble.

Douying: "Her work is the most perfect...I have never seen such perfect art..."

"The most sacred thing, paired with the best designer's work...this is...artwork!!"

Amamiya Chizuru was startled, Natsume Naoki quickly pulled her behind him, fearing that Shirai would pounce directly...

Her current state is like that of a wolf who saw mutton.

He came back to his senses and understood what was happening to Shirai now.

She was excited now, excitement and excitement born from deep love for something.

"You understand, right? You understand what I mean, right?" Shirai asked Amamiya Chizuru over and over again, as if the morbid love born out of his morbid childhood had finally found a confidant: "Chizuru-sensei is a god!"

Amamiya Chizuru and Natsume Naoki looked at each other.

Natsume just saw that something was wrong with her state, while Amamiya Chizuru, whose IQ was at its ceiling, inferred more things through a few words and facial expressions.

First of all, it is undeniable that Shirai has a morbid love for something. This morbid psychology makes her appear to be a neighborly top student, but in private she has various quirks——

For example, making underwear into specimens, such as the different attitudes towards Natsume and Amamiya.

Coupled with Shirai's expression at this moment, Amamiya Chizuru had a bold idea.

Shirai Kirisawa is likely to suffer from mental illness.

She has a cognitive impairment towards women and fanatical preference for women in a broad sense, including everything that is unique to women...

This stems from the heavy trauma in her life caused by her father's cheating when she was a child.

Amamiya Chizuru thought for a moment and guessed that Shirai's complex mental illness may also include a certain collecting habit, gambler's mentality, etc.

Various coincidences have created the current Shirai, with an unfortunate childhood, a difficult life, and no future plans...

The Shirai family's family situation is not very good at first glance. Deep down in her heart, she hates her father, a gambler, but the more she hates her, the deeper she sinks. She is afraid that she will develop the same greedy gambling mentality as her father, but at the same time, she enjoys

The pleasure brought by violating taboos——

Without her mother and her spiritual support, fashion designer Chizuru, she would have died silently in an unknown alley in Adachi City.

Amamiya Chizuru's guess was correct. If the underwear in this wardrobe could be cashed in and the old house in Adachi Ward was sold, the Shirai family could even change to a smaller apartment in Shinjuku.

After all, it is the work of the youngest designer of Guia La Bruna, and one piece is equivalent to several thousand yuan!

The value of these underwear is so heavy that it weighs on Shirai like a mountain, giving her pleasure but depriving her of her humanity.

So every time in the dead of night, Shirai would realize in his mind that he was trapped in a quagmire from which he could not escape.

The poorer you get, the more you buy, the more you buy, the poorer you get. You can't control your desires at all, and you have become addicted!

Every time this happens, she will be very afraid, afraid of becoming like her father. Finally, the fear turns into excitement, and finally into pleasure... Using physical pleasure to escape reality is very useful but also very cowardly.

In the end, everything calmed down, and she covered her head in the quilt and washed her face with tears, hating her twisted self and the man who caused all this, which ultimately deepened this abnormality and formed a vicious cycle.

Amamiya Chizuru figured out most of the facts in her mind, then glanced at Natsume and shook her head.

"Let's go, I don't want to stay here anymore."
Chapter completed!