After hearing these words, although her mind had not yet reacted, in line with the principle of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend", Nakahara Kaori was not as scared as before.
She calmed down a little, and her rigid mind began to think again.
Here in the wilderness, no one will hear you calling for help.
The hand of the person behind her was pressed against the door bolt again. She didn't have a suitable weapon at hand, so she pounced on her and bit her... Even though she was wearing gloves, it didn't hurt.
In short, after weighing the situation a little, Nakahara Kaori did not dare to act rashly. She felt that she could listen to the other party's intention first, so she asked cautiously: "...What do you mean?"
After entering school, she always respected Dashan Jiang, a cheerful and kind teacher, as she respected her father - until half a year ago.
When she was a child, her father passed away from colorectal cancer, which made her determined to study medicine.
The article "Research on Inherited Gene Therapy of Colorectal Cancer" published six months ago, which brought Dashan both fame and fortune, was actually her six years of hard work.
Except for Oyama General, who liked to brag when he was drunk, he usually behaved like a gentleman, and Kaori Nakahara did not guard against him.
Seeing that Dashan Jiang was curious about the content of her research, she didn't think much and sent the paper to him.
Within a few days, "Research on Inherited Gene Therapy of Colorectal Cancer" was published under the name of Sho Oyama, followed by the names of several unfamiliar teachers, but there was no name of "Kaori Nakahara" at all.
Kaori Nakahara was stunned when she heard her classmates in the laboratory discussing this matter.
She ran to question him. General Oyama happened to be drinking some wine at that time. Seeing Kaori Nakahara's angry look, he accidentally spoke the truth:
"It's a pity to publish such a beautiful paper in the name of one of your students. If I publish it, it will definitely attract more attention - you are not doing research for reputation. If I do this, this paper can help more people."
, your father in heaven will definitely be pleased, hahaha."
The previous words are already irritating enough, but the last sentence is even more irritating.
Nakahara Kaori gritted her teeth and looked at his back as he looked up to the sky and laughed. A complete diagram of human anatomy emerged in her mind. She began to think about which way to die was the most painful while being easy to operate.
After confirming that she could not get her paper back, Nakahara Kaori went home and cried all night, and then did not mention the matter to anyone. She pretended to accept her fate, but in fact her murderous intention became increasingly strong.
Because of her timely forbearance, the only people who knew about the enmity between her and Dashan were probably Dashan himself and herself.
So...how did the person in the back seat know!?
"No matter how disguised it is, human nature is difficult to change. You are not the first victim, but you can be the last one if you want." said the suspicious man in black who broke into a private car.
Along with what he said, there was also a piece of information handed over.
Through the dim light of the street lamp outside, Nakahara Kaori saw at a glance the large characters on the brown paper information bag - "Dashan will be related".
She subconsciously reached for the roof of the car to turn on the dome light, but before pressing the switch, she suddenly remembered something - judging from various TV series and novels, mysterious gangsters don't like to have their faces seen clearly.
Once you see it... you may be silenced.
With this thought in mind, Nakahara Kaori carefully retracted her hand, took out the key from her pocket, and used the mini flashlight on the keychain to illuminate the documents.
...I don’t know where this was collected from. It is actually full of evidence of plagiarism and fraud by General Dashan. It even revealed that he hired someone to write his graduation thesis in college, the recording of the transaction, and the
On-site photos, etc., very complete.
Nakahara Kaori remembered that she had searched for so long and found nothing, but the man in the back row could just throw out a whole stack. She was bitter and a little excited at the same time: "Why did you give me these?"
The man in black laughed coldly: "This is the information that another victim bought from me. Unfortunately, before he could collect it all, he sadly left his hometown and escaped into Buddhism."
Although it is more dramatic to say "it is a pity that he passed away in grief and anger before collecting everything" at this time, but if Da Shanjiang's story is exposed, someone will definitely follow up, just in case no one has jumped off the building during this period.
, this statement may be doubted.
But it's different when you go far away. Firstly, Tokyo is considered a big city, and the population flows very quickly. Secondly, compared with suicide, this kind of thing makes much less noise. Not many people will notice it, so it can be used as a conversation piece.
less.
Although Nakahara Kaori thought the "other victim" was a bit strange, she did not doubt the authenticity of Shiraishi's words.
Hearing this, she already understood: "So you found out that I was also suffering from it, so you planned to sell the information to me?"
"That's right." Shiraishi felt that before, Kaori Nakahara had no hope of revenge, so she had the idea of murder.
Now that she has a reasonable outlet, once she finds a way to publish the information, her hatred will not be so strong.
Even if she still feels that Dashan deserves to die from a perforated lung, she will not do it because: "If you still insist on killing him, I will be a witness at the crime scene when you committed the crime.
"——You have prepared snacks in advance, but you cannot prepare the receipt. If no one else is suspicious, of course no one will ask you about the receipt, but if someone exposes your method of making alibi, you will not be able to prepare it.
If you use words like 'thrown' or 'lost' again to fool someone, the police will definitely check it carefully.
"The convenience store at the foot of the mountain is equipped with surveillance cameras. In such a short period of time, the recorded content will not be deleted, and your alibi will never be established.
"If you still want to kill someone despite being able to accept this, I can only wish you all the best."
"..."
Of course Nakahara Kaori didn't want to go to jail, otherwise she wouldn't have had to laugh in front of the mountain general for half a year, pretending to have a harmonious relationship, and wouldn't have to worry about conceiving a murder plan.
I never expected that today's private detective would do something like this in order to sell the information in his hands. He must be planning to charge a sky-high price... Kaori Nakahara's hands shook in anger.
But I can’t help but buy it.
Now that her plan was discovered on the spot, she had only two choices - kill the general and then go to jail. Or spend all her money to buy these materials, then live in an apartment, eat instant noodles, and work hard to pay back the money.
As for giving up revenge and doing nothing, that is not within the scope of her consideration at all.
After recognizing this reality, Nakahara Kaori began to comfort herself.
...In fact, if you think about it carefully, for a person like Dashanjiang who is looking for fame and reputation, no matter how painful the death method of puncturing the lungs is, it will only hurt for more than ten or dozens of minutes.
But being ruined will make him suffer for the rest of his life.
Even if you become destitute, you can still make money back with your knowledge and ability.
Even if she cannot continue to stay in the local academic circle because she reported her teacher, she can still choose to sell her house and go abroad to develop.
As Kaori Nakahara thought about it, she suddenly felt that life was full of hope.
She took a deep breath and prepared herself for being ripped off: "How much does the information cost?"
"300000."
"...How much?" Nakahara Kaori was stunned for a moment, holding the thick information in her hand. The price was at least two zeros less than she expected, or one "$" less.
"300,000 yen." The voice in the back row sounded very clear at night. Kaori Nakahara heard him say in a calm tone, "You can't charge the same price for second-hand goods."
The tone of the man in black did not change at all.
But in the eyes of Kaori Nakahara, his image has changed from "a perverted money-grubbing detective who got into other people's cars in the middle of the night" to "a good person who robs the rich and helps the poor, loves his job, is dedicated and has super professional qualities."