This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 412 - 282: The Nearly Broken Music Box (8000 Word Target Achieved)

Chapter 412: Chapter 282: The Nearly Broken Music Box (8000 Word Target Achieved)

Beichuan Si would never bother with something as trivial as personal privacy.

After all, Shan Yuanmu Yuzi is still lying in her sickbed.

According to what Shenzhu Shihui described about the Jade Destruction Disease, it’s definitely not an optimistic symptom.

With her life hanging by a thread, who has the time to care about personal privacy?

Beichuan Si entered the room and surveyed the surroundings.

Shan Yuanmu Yuzi’s room was indeed very clean, showing that the housekeepers cleaned diligently, but there was one place that was different.

Beichuan Si reached out to touch the bookshelf, and his fingertips easily slid down a layer of dust.

"Mr. Shan Yuan."

"This—" Shan Yuanmu was slightly startled, then whispered a few words to the middle-aged man behind him.

A few seconds later, a simple housemaid with a headscarf appeared before Beichuan Si and Shan Yuanmu.

"Miss Hino, why is there such a thick layer of dust on Yuzi’s bookshelf?"

Shan Yuanmu had never been to Shan Yuanmu Yuzi’s room before, so he didn’t know that the bookshelf was always left uncleaned.

The middle-aged housemaid, seeing the most senior Shan Yuanmu, was noticeably flustered. She curled up conservatively and, with her plump hands clasped in front of her, honestly replied, "Every time I clean Miss Yuzi’s room, she always tells me not to dust the bookshelf and says that the books are arranged in a certain order; if I mess with them, it will be hard for her to find the book she wants to read."

"As time passed, I just stopped cleaning Miss Yuzi’s bookshelf. I’m afraid of touching something valuable."

"I see." Beichuan Si thought, turning his head.

The bookshelf did indeed look neglected for quite some time.

Could there be something hidden on this bookshelf?

"Excuse me, Mr. Shan Yuan." Beichuan Si greeted Shan Yuanmu and began to take down the books, one by one, from the top shelf.

With each book examined carefully, there might be a chance to find some information that Shan Yuanmu Yuzi had left behind.

Certainly, Shan Yuanmu couldn’t just stand by and watch Beichuan Si busy himself alone; he signaled to the middle-aged man beside him, and then the two went over to help.

With three people searching together, the efficiency was much higher.

After spending about ten minutes, Beichuan Si and his company finally found a very special book.

This book was discovered by Beichuan Si in an inconspicuous corner of the shelf.

And as soon as Beichuan Si picked it up, he noticed something was off about this book.

It was significantly heavier than the other books, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard a jingling, clanging sound.

Beichuan Si was very familiar with that sound.

It was the sound of metallic knives colliding.

Shan Yuanmu and the middle-aged man on the other side also heard this jingling clanging sound, and both turned their gazes toward it.

He placed his finger on the edges of the front and back covers, then used his wrist to force it open.

Wouldn’t open?

Beichuan Si applied a bit more strength with both hands.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing some kind of glue, Beichuan Si opened the book.

Inside there was something.

It was shiny, unevenly placed metal knives.

Their shapes differed, but they had one thing in common.

Blades, knife bodies... all were stained with blood spots, erasing their original bright silver color.

A young girl... an ordinary-looking book... an ordinary-looking room.

Beneath this plain and comfortable atmosphere hid a distorted, cruel and bloody heart.

Shan Yuanmu couldn’t help but straighten up.

The spring sunlight showered onto the desk beside him, but it couldn’t bring him any warmth.

Now, he only felt that his once-familiar daughter... seemed to become a stranger.

Thinking back... when was the last time Yuzi had called him daddy on the phone?

He couldn’t remember at all, no impression whatsoever.

She had only continued wearing her brilliant smile, serenely watching him.

That was all.

Father, daddy... it seemed like it had been a long time since she last called that.

That smile... now that he thought about it.

It seemed somewhat glaring.

...

After putting all the books back in place, Beichuan Si and a recomposed Shan Yuanmu returned to the study.

Indeed, as expected of a political leader, his mental adjustment capabilities were much stronger than most people.

The two sat down, and after a while, Shan Yuanmu said with a heavy tone, "I have never entered Yuzi’s room before, and this was the first time I found out, that something like that was hidden on her bookshelf."

The blood on the knives was naturally Shan Yuanmu Yuzi’s; there could be no mistake.

Yesterday, Beichuan Si had already confirmed that there were scars from cuts and other self-harm on Shan Yuanmu Yuzi’s arms.

But besides the scars left by the knives, there were also...

Beichuan Si temporarily interrupted his thoughts and made his final request: "Mr. Shan Yuan, I wonder if Ms. Riko’s room is still preserved?"

"Riko...? Are you talking about my wife?"

Shan Yuanmu looked stunned, then nodded, "Yes, it’s still here. It’s just not in this place. Do you want to go there, Beichuan Master?"

Although he had not yet witnessed Beichuan Si’s extraordinary abilities, from the analysis and observations he had just made, this young man was definitely different from ordinary people.

"I want to take a look."

"Alright. I’ll go with you."

Shan Yuanmu didn’t hesitate a bit and agreed immediately.

He called for the car to be prepared, and together with Beichuan Si, sat in it; while the driver drove, he explained the general situation to Beichuan Si:

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