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Chapter 268 - 210. Beichuan Si Has Never Been a Holy Mother (8000-Word Goal Achieved!)

Chapter 268: Chapter 210. Beichuan Si Has Never Been a Holy Mother (8000-Word Goal Achieved!)

Suzuki Fumi was indeed the mastermind behind this series of events; there was no possibility of it being anyone else.

After all, as the director of this mental hospital, he could never wash away suspicion, no matter what.

"Oh? Unworthy of this outfit?" Suzuki Fumi appeared confident and at ease, laughing, "I am the director of this mental hospital, do you understand what I mean?"

Beichuan Si glanced at him but didn’t respond to his question.

Being the director of a mental hospital yet the most mentally disturbed person—that was truly the most terrifying part.

Suzuki Fumi’s face bore a smile as he casually picked up a jar containing eyeballs from the shelf beside him, carelessly unscrewed the lid, and retrieved a glass from the bottom shelf.

He raised the jar, pouring the yellowed liquid into the glass, then swirled the drink in his hand:

Under Beichuan Si’s gaze, Suzuki Fumi took a light sip, his brows smoothing out as he praised,

"Mm... indeed, after being processed and soaked in white wine, it tastes quite good."

Then he looked up, "Beichuan Master, you really did help me with a big problem. I never expected that even in death, that guy Minghai would be so troublesome."

Suzuki Fumi set the glass beside Kawakami Nami’s corpse, twisting the jar’s lid shut as he spoke, "As you see now, this place is an underground chamber that has existed since my father, the actual power holder of the Suzuki Group, built this mental hospital. I only stumbled upon it after inheriting the hospital."

His gaze shifted towards Beichuan Si, his voice as mild as an old friend’s: "To this day, I still can’t figure out how you, Beichuan Master, discovered this place—but that’s not important."

"I think, Beichuan Master must be wondering, why someone like me, one of the successors to the Suzuki Group, would do such things, right?"

Suzuki Fumi picked up the glass again, taking a sip of the yellowish liquid: "I’ll explain it to you, and similarly, I sincerely invite you to join me."

He ignored Beichuan Si’s icy gaze, speaking word by word:

"I believe you have already investigated me, Beichuan Master, including the succession method of Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group—although it’s frivolous, most of it is as the media says. My sister and I were assigned to two different places to determine the succession order and inheritance based on the business performance."

"Is that so," Beichuan Si replied indifferently.

Suzuki Fumi continued with ease, "The so-called business performance includes discharge rates, finances, and such... It’s complicated, I won’t elaborate."

"In fact, I’m not doing these things just for something as trivial as organ trafficking, Suzuki Pharmaceutical isn’t short on money..."

He wanted to say more, but Beichuan Si had already interrupted his performance, saying coldly,

"For the discharge rates of patients and the good reputation of Ibaraki Prefecture Second Mental Hospital."

Suzuki Fumi showed a trace of surprise, evidently not expecting Beichuan Si to have guessed this step:

"Indeed, Beichuan Master has guessed it. Correct—because the time to determine the succession order is nearing, I had to do this."

Beichuan Si didn’t care about his nonsense, simply stating all of his conjectures,

"Taking in mentally unstable homeless people to gain good public opinion from all sectors, while also specifically targeting patients who already have no family or relatives. You declare they’ve been discharged and reborn, embellishing your achievements since taking office. In reality, they are sent here to be dealt with."

Suzuki Fumi nodded smilingly, agreeing with Beichuan Si’s statement.

In fact, there were already many clues, and anyone who was slightly attentive might notice.

Beichuan Si was never careless, so he could understand some of the obvious hints. He continued without hesitation, "And all homeless mental patients who have no relatives and can’t contact the outside world are concentrated by you on the first and second floors, to facilitate transportation to this place."

"Mental patient Ino is the homeless person you’ve recently taken in, a typical outsider with no relatives. He is also within your range of processing. The reason he said, ’I don’t know, I didn’t see anything clearly, I don’t want to take medicine, I don’t want injections,’ is not because he saw the ghost of Kawakami Nami, but because he saw the scene of you or someone else forcibly taking away patients at night."

Beichuan Si showed a scornful expression, "But what of it? He’s just a mental patient, no sane person would believe what he says. Besides, he will also be ’dealt with’ soon, so Dean Suzuki, you wouldn’t care."

Suzuki Fumi clapped and laughed, his eyes filled with admiration, "Really as expected of Beichuan Master, I am more and more impressed by you."

Unmoved, Beichuan Si spoke clearly,

"Ms. Ishikawa’s words also caught my attention."

"Oh? Is it because of those nonsensical song lyrics she raves about all day?" Suzuki Fumi blinked his eyes.

Beichuan Si held up a finger, "On the gates of heaven, there is a Janus statue."

"Doctors are known as angels in white, this heaven could refer to the hospital, and the Janus statue..."

Before Beichuan Si could finish, Suzuki Fumi cooperated and added, "The Janus statue, refers to him being the oldest gatekeeper god in Roman mythology, his head has two faces, the forward-facing old man looks to the future, and the young man looking backward faces the past."

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