This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 225 - 189. The Silent Confession (4000 words)

Chapter 225: Chapter 189. The Silent Confession (4000 words)

Qiushan Caiyin seemed to discover something extremely terrifying, letting out a shrill cry. Through the sound, her utmost terror was all too clear.

Along with her screams, Seto Cheng burst into raucous laughter with his mouth full of blood, "Sosuke has come... Sosuke has come! You two, no matter who you are, can’t escape!"

His laughter lingered in the air before coming to an abrupt halt.

Beichuan Si withdrew the fist he had buried in Seto Cheng’s face and turned to the dark, resentful figure entangled behind him.

The resentment emanating from the figure was almost tangible, like a liquid clinging to the small body.

With the help of death energy, Beichuan Si saw the other’s visage clearly.

It was a drenched young boy, his eyes devoid of whites, emanating a hatred for the living.

His mouth was half-open with black liquid trickling from the edges. It was pitch-black inside—you couldn’t see anything.

This must be Seto Cheng’s son, Seto Sosuke, whom he had been obsessing over.

"Hehe... none of you can escape... Both of you will become the tainted blood to break the seal."

"Is this the main reason you chose this place to ambush us?"

Seto Cheng didn’t answer, and instead stared at Beichuan Si and Qiushan Caiyin with a gaze as full of malice as his deceased child’s. He muttered to himself, "I... have been dead a long time, I should have died over a decade ago... Humans are such creatures, always choosing to forget, standing amongst the majority for warmth, their hearts ugly..."

"Ha ha ha, I was killed by the Yuchuan people. When tragedy is forgotten by people, it’s no longer a tragedy, just a pure joke."

If it’s not engraved in memory, what counts as a tragedy?

It was precisely because the lesson back then wasn’t enough to awaken the Yuchuan people that Seto Cheng had such an expression.

Seto Cheng... he had been dead for a long time.

Only the walking dead wearing the name "Seto Cheng" remained.

Listening to Seto Cheng, Qiushan Caiyin, who had gone limp, shockingly didn’t say a word, and her face turned a shade of fear and shame.

From the standpoint of the Yuchuan people, Qiushan Caiyin was also someone who had forgotten everything from the past; therefore, she had no right to complain.

But she didn’t want to die... she really didn’t want to die.

Even though she knew of Yuchuan Town’s deliberately forgotten secrets of the past, she still didn’t want to die!

Qiushan Caiyin, looking at the young resentful spirit, felt as if her heart was being tightly clenched.

The unique sense of crisis of the living was urging her to turn and run away, but under the oppression of the other’s presence, her legs rooted to the ground, unable to move.

However, at that moment, Beichuan Si stepped forward.

Step by step, he approached the pungent, dark young resentful spirit. Then, the next moment—

A pale blue spark burst into life.

The flickering flame carried an indescribable magic.

With fists charged with blue fire and shrouded in ominous black mist, Beichuan Si, having firmly planted his stance, smashed it into the young boy’s body in an instant!

The flames... so beautiful.

That was Qiushan Caiyin’s only thought.

Boom!!!!!

The young spiritual body scattered!

Beichuan Si retracted his stance, ignoring the utterly astonished Qiushan Caiyin.

He simply turned his head back to look at Seto Cheng.

Seto Cheng too was looking at him.

His bloodstained face was full of surprise, as if he had never expected such a thing to happen.

Beichuan Si remained silent, just calmly watching him.

There was none of the self-satisfaction of a male protagonist’s victory found in some novels, nor was there any sorrowful expression for him, nor any harsh words exchanged.

From beginning to end, Beichuan Si maintained a detached demeanor.

Under such gaze from Beichuan Si, Seto Cheng looked at his own palms.

It was a long while before he finally covered his eyes with his left hand and began to sob, softly... very softly.

Without remorse or any words, he just wept softly.

The night breeze rustled through the grass at Yuchuan Elementary School, soft enough it seemed to want to sweep away all the sorrowful past.

Yes, everything was already in the past.

Seto Cheng wanted to tell himself that.

In the moments of familiar night breezes, Seto Cheng seemed to recall the days when he walked with his gentle wife through Yuchuan Town.

It was March, with cherry blossoms fluttering down.

Time seemed to stand still.

His wife, hanging onto his shoulder, tilted her head, her gaze softly upon him.

...

There is no greater sadness than when the heart dies.

When Gangye Yoshiko finally arrived at Yuchuan Elementary School and personally handcuffed Seto Cheng, Beichuan Si saw the relief in his eyes.

Better to end it than to continue carrying the pain.

Seto Cheng was formally arrested.

Under his Tokyo mansion, a secret refrigerator had been constructed, holding the bodies of young people who had died gruesome deaths along with sealed blood.

After that, he would undergo treatment, and then interrogation was to follow, it’s likely that the location where the four children’s bodies were concealed would soon be discovered.

As it was late at night, Beichuan Si and Qiushan Caiyin were let down the slope, and the recording of their statements was exceptionally deferred to the next day by Gangye Yoshiko.

"Are you alright, Miss Qiushan? Thanks for your help tonight."

Beichuan Si accompanied Qiushan Caiyin down the slope, with the flashing lights of the police cars behind them.

Qiushan Caiyin had calmed down, she shook her head, and said softly, "I’m fine. And... thank you, Mr. Beichuan. You didn’t want me to leave at that time because you discovered Seto, right?"

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