"I clearly told me that my beloved son was killed by a robber."

"Now, let's choose again." Yamashita Issei's heart finally began to be beating with joy.

"Yuko Sato, are you watching too? Have you seen the button behind the door? That's your father's place."

"And Sato, I also put explosives in your daughter's room. The button at your feet."

"Whoever dies first will be fine for the other person."

Yuko Sato hardly dared to look at her father's expression. She stumbled to hit the door, and the expected lock was already locked. The high-quality wooden boards became a terrifying abyss at this time.

There are no sharp tools like knives and axes in the room.

She had to get the one on the ground first.

"I swear to my beloved son's soul in heaven here. I will definitely keep my promise. One of you will definitely die." Yamashita Issei kept knocking on the conscience of the father and daughter, "Don't think about running away, I can destroy two places in an instant. Aren't your relationship very good? Can you give it to each other, right?"

Yuko Sato saw a photo of the father and daughter on the top of the cabinet, and the man smiled gently.

Since their mother passed away, they have been dependent on each other for life.

Why did that happen?

Beloved son... Such a good person...

But even so, it's still a father. If you do something wrong, you need to punish me. But for me, you must fulfill your daughter's responsibilities.

In order to prevent her from being able to firmly believe when she was most afraid, she smashed the glass with a chair and threw it away.

Dad, we can die together.

Unlike her daughter's sincere feelings, Sato's feet are already hanging on the button.

"I still have a lot of money to spend. Yuko, my father has been trapped here for a night. It's so cold. Forgive me. If your mother is still there, she will hope that I will survive. Forgive me, Yuko..."

He was in a mess and said without hesitation, even though he was going to sacrifice his daughter, he was like a death row prisoner begging for mercy.

Yuko Sato's face was pale, but she stopped trembling. In fact, when she heard her father confessing her crime, she had already realized that the gentle father was fake.

She found a piece of paper and quickly wrote something on it.

But Sato's feet couldn't wait to step on.

Don’t you even give me time to write a suicide note?
Chapter completed!