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Chapter 323 Justice for the Prisoners
'Hey, little Zhenren, do you know?'
"This book states that criminal outcomes are the result of both genetic and environmental factors; however, individuals carrying certain genes are more prone to anger and crime."
"Since that's the case, and your father is a murderer, will you be influenced and become a criminal when you grow up?"
boom--
A sudden flash of lightning, followed by a burst of blinding white light from outside the window, carried a heavy, pungent odor of moisture that pressed against the chest, almost suffocating the senses.
"Damn it...damn it!!"
He punched the peeling wall, then hugged his legs tightly, curling up in the dilapidated corner of the detention cell to avoid the rain. The shadow of the bars fell on his neck, deeply coiled like fishing line, waiting for the painful memories he didn't want to recall to bite the bait.
Bullying? Don't be ridiculous, this is justice being served against a murderer...
"Mom! Help! The murderer's son is going to kill someone!"
A captivating pull emanates from the mire of memory, drawing my thoughts deeper and deeper...
While his peers were still engrossed in playing Kamen Rider, young Masato Hanazawa already knew that there was no such thing as true justice in this world.
—Not to defend the father's crimes, but to serve as an experiment for people of all ages to test their own "justice".
Outside the room, the sky was as dark as a sealed wall. A wall with no way to escape.
Since returning to his hometown, Master Fanze has felt that everything seems to have become strange.
My cousin, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, had grown into a clever and elegant young woman. My classmates, whom I hadn't kept in touch with since graduation, nodded to each other. My mother-in-law, who had spoken harshly to me, was knitting outside the shop. The sun was shining brightly, and the waves were just right.
It was as if he were the only one trapped in the shadow of the nightmare, the only one who couldn't move forward.
Incomprehensible.
...It's simply incomprehensible!
Why has everyone let go?
Why the sudden shift to an indifferent, detached attitude?!
Why is it that their family is being relentlessly pursued?
Even knowing full well that they have embarked on the wrong path, they cannot stop, because the pain cannot stop flowing and the hatred cannot stop burning.
—And the source of it all stems from that reasoning that crushed the father's dignity and stirred up the witch hunt.
"Ah, Shinichi Kudo..."
The spider, made of ten fingers, slowly climbed onto my face, revealing only two bloodshot eyes that couldn't close.
The rain was so loud that the nails digging into his arm tightened. Fanze Zhenren wasn't sure if his thoughts were rewinding or if his words had slipped out:
"For schoolchildren, justice means following the teachings of adults to defeat 'evil'; for neighbors worried about getting into trouble, justice means turning a blind eye to the oppression of darkness in order to protect themselves; for the police, justice means condoning the growth of malice and establishing authority."
Then what is the justice you use to slash skin and push others into the abyss?
That man must pay the price.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; he wanted to make Shinichi Kudo experience what it felt like to be driven to the brink of despair.
Will he still find it 'exciting' at that time?
Memories begin to flash back: the doorplate symbolizing the happy memories of the family of three is flattened on the ground; stones fly in through the broken window during the meal; graffiti on the wall reads "Murderers deserve a terrible death"; and there are also disgusting rumors...
In the early days of being ostracized, he secretly resented his father, wondering "why did he have to kill someone?" and "what's wrong with being more tolerant?"
But gradually, after getting used to the perspective of the bottom of the social hierarchy, Fanze Zhenren stopped questioning.
—Because no matter how he thinks about it, he cannot change the fact that he deeply loves his parents, hates his persecutors, and is a beneficiary and a family member of the perpetrators.
And the storm outside the window was so fierce.
A damp, thin blanket wrapped around my body, and I began to shiver... Or maybe I wasn't even covered by a blanket, and my clothes were just soaked by the rain that had flown in? I don't remember, it doesn't matter anymore?
Occasionally, he began to think:
'I wonder what Mr. Kuromon and the others are doing? Sigh, I'm sorry to have troubled them.'
But sometimes it suddenly appears:
'This is a storm unlike any we've seen in decades... Was it raining this hard the night my father disappeared?'
'Arrested by the police. With such a huge blunder, is Gin going to punish me?'
'Did Mom cry when I was arrested? I didn't hide it from her and made her worry.'
'And there's also Hiromi Taro…'
Is everything coming to an end?
"Fan Ze..."
"Fanze, Zhenren..."
I could faintly hear soft moans in my ears, as if someone was calling my name.
The torrential rain outside the iron bars grew heavier, washing away the mud spots on the windowpane, but unable to erase the marks from the handcuffs on his wrists.
Those unfamiliar characters marking the production codes were like venomous snakes, hissing and spitting out their tongues: Look, fate had already written the ending—the son of a murderer should rot in the mud.
"Master Fanze..."
Is everything coming to an end?
Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over? Is it all over?
He buried his head in his knees and heard another clap of thunder outside the window. It was strikingly similar to the loud crash that had slammed open the door when his father was identified twenty years ago.
Immediately afterward, following a dull tremor, the walls of the detention cell slowly cracked, tearing open a bottomless gap.
'Faced with nature, I felt a naked terror.'
Master Fanze stared wide-eyed, muttering in terror at the crack, "...Disappearance?"
boom--
The white light instantly illuminated two cold, twisted figures standing upright, as they squeezed in through the gap!
Before he could react, a beam of white light descended from the sky and struck him directly in the face.
It's all over—click.
"It's all over."
Yoruichi Kuromon removed his goggles. His grayish-brown hair was wet and swayed slightly with each breath. He pulled down the hood of his raincoat, splashing water everywhere.
Behind him, Asagi Shigemi tossed over a similar light-absorbing rain-trapping robe and then tossed a hand warmer from his pocket.
"The newly developed wall-breaking explosive is really good..."
He heard Kuromon Haruya turn around with a laugh, exchange a few vague comments with Asano Minami, and then turn to look at him, his pupils flashing frighteningly bright in the reflection of the emergency light.
"Quick Response Team Member, codename Guinness Beer. I'm informing you as the team leader—your seven-day holiday is ending early, it's working time now."
He raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face, his warm skin gripping his wrist, the curve of his lips conveying a reassuring sense of certainty:
"And tonight, the organization's goal is: to conquer the entire Izumo City!"