What a hellish scene this is! A rough mattress is laid out on the ground for people to lie on, and there are camera stands and flashes for taking pictures next to it.

　　By this time, the equipment was stained red with blood, and human remains were scattered on the ground and walls.

　　The dried blood mixed with the dust on the ground was so vivid that just looking at it made you feel like you were about to go crazy.

　　Apart from the young woman in the kimono, everyone else was pale-faced; those who could stand here were all seasoned yakuza elites.

　　They had seen many dead people, and even killed quite a few with their own hands, but this scene still made their scalps tingle, and they just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

　　A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked up to the young woman in a kimono and bowed: “Miss Inagawa, there are four dead. There is also a photographer from the group who is uninjured and is undergoing examination at the hospital. Two of them are members of the Bamboo Union, and the other two are students from Tokyo University.”

　　The middle-aged man spoke calmly, but the slight trembling of his hand as he adjusted his glasses betrayed his true feelings.

　　“Continue,” Inagawa Hanahi said calmly.

　　”Three of the victims had signs of being bound, suggesting that the perpetrator subdued the five people and then had the photographer film the crime.”

　　”The murderer dismembered a student named Uesugi Shikato in front of the other three bound people.”

　　”When they were halfway through dismembering the second victim, they stopped and killed two of my team members by slitting their throats. They then took the memory card and left.”

　　After he finished speaking, the other gangsters turned pale and felt a chill run down their spines. It was impossible for a normal person to do something like that.

　　”Where’s the photographer?” Inagawa Hanahi asked without changing her expression.

　　”He… has gone mad.” The middle-aged man shook his head. “We cannot provide any useful information at the moment.”

　　Inagawa Hanahi lifted her leg and walked towards the corpse. The people around her wanted to stop her, but they dared not speak.

　　Wooden clogs tread on dried bloodstains.

　　She reached out and picked up a human head from the ground. It was Uesugi Shikato. His face no longer held the high spirits he had during the day. His eyes were wide open, as if the eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. Fear, disbelief, regret, and all other negative emotions were concentrated in those eyes.

　　Inagawa Hanahi raised her head to eye level: “Find out who he contacted before he died, but don’t act rashly.”

　　”Hey!” The group of men in black behind him nodded in unison.

　　The middle-aged man whispered, “Miss Hua Fei, the deceased were all members of the Bamboo Union. Should we notify your fiancé?”

　　”No need,” Inagawa Hanahi said coldly.

　　The next day, Shirakawa Natsu got up in the morning and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, having played with her brother’s little tiger teeth the night before.

　　It caused me to have nightmares at night, dreaming that I sprayed it on Miyuki’s little tiger teeth at the end.

　　What kind of weird XP system is this?

　　He felt a strong sense of guilt after waking up, and making breakfast helped reduce that guilt.

　　As he brought the heated sandwiches to the table, Miyuki came out of the bathroom, rubbing her stray hairs with a towel.

　　Wearing only a T-shirt, her skin, fresh from a shower, appeared even more radiant and translucent in the morning sunlight.

　　”Eat a sandwich.” After saying that, Shirakawa Natsumi’s gaze swept over her body, her nipples still very obvious, but when her eyes fell on her lips, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed: “There’s a sausage you like.”

　　”Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, without sitting down. She held a towel to her head with one hand, picked up a sandwich with the other, took a bite, and the sausage sandwiched in the middle was neatly split in two.

　　Shirakawa Natsumi shivered.

　　”What’s wrong?” Miyuki frowned and looked over.

　　”It’s okay, the weather is quite cool.” Shirakawa Natsu felt that her fetish for tiger teeth, which had only recently appeared, was instantly cured.

　　Miyu glanced at him sideways, finished the sandwich in two bites, and went back to her room.

　　After Shirakawa Natsumi left, she took out her phone and found that the mouth diffuser she had impulsively bought the night before had been shipped.

　　So I didn’t click on the refund button, and just left it there, thinking I might need it someday.

　　Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school by subway, surrounded by vibrant female classmates.

　　“Actually, I can lower my expectations a bit.” Shirakawa Natsumi shifted her gaze from the legs of a woman in black stockings.

　　After the release of “Cthulhu Mythos”, he made a fortune. He could then go and find out about those gold-digging women with boyfriends.

　　Then use your money to win her over. As long as you give her enough money, you can easily become powerful. Anyway, the goal is just to rack up points.

　　When the time comes, let her make phone calls to her boyfriend or bring props to class, that’s what you call a “yellow-haired girl”.

　　After she’s done with it, she can happily continue her relationship with her boyfriend, each getting what they need.

　　This is the correct way to use the Huangmao APP.

　　”Yes, that’s it!” Shirakawa Natsu clapped her hands. I’m not a pure love warrior, why do I have to try to win over the girl I like?

　　As long as you have a curvy figure and are open-minded, that’s fine.

　　Having figured all this out, Shirakawa Natsumi felt cheerful and hummed a little tune as she went to the classroom.

　　After arriving at the classroom, he looked around and, seeing that Jingu Nao hadn’t arrived yet, he randomly found a seat near the front.

　　”Hi, hello.” A bespectacled boy next to him greeted him, “Xia, I heard you’re a special admission student.”

　　“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He was a month behind the other students, which was too obvious to hide and there was no need to hide it.

　　”Impressive.” The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses and exclaimed in surprise, “Dongda University isn’t an ordinary school. What did you do to be specially admitted?”

　　After he finished speaking, he looked Shirakawa Natsu up and down and said suspiciously, “Judging from your physique, you shouldn’t have won an award in sports. And recently, there haven’t been any new talents in the literary world who can match you.”

　　Shirakawa Natsu smiled. This guy was too enthusiastic, and he didn’t want to easily reveal his identity as a manga artist.

　　It’s important to understand that he’s different from other cartoonists; the others at most get criticized for having unfinished works.

　　He stopped updating at the most exciting part; if people knew his real-life identity, there would be plenty of people challenging him to a real-life confrontation.

　　Shirakawa Natsu was pondering how to brush this off when a female voice suddenly rang out beside her: “Hey, Ueda, stop prying into other people’s privacy.”

　　Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Natsu looked over and saw a stylish and mature-looking young woman sitting two rows behind her. Her looks were average, perhaps even a 70 out of 100 after dressing up. She wore black stockings under her miniskirt, which was quite eye-catching.

　　The classmate called Ueda smiled awkwardly: “Keiko, I was just curious.”

　　”Hmph.” Keiko snorted, stood up, and sat down next to Shirakawa Natsu.

　　The bespectacled man was forcefully pushed aside by her. He scratched his head, picked up his book, and went to the back row to find a new seat.

　　”Hello, call me Huizi.” Huizi extended her hand, her nails were painted with exquisite nail polish, clearly the kind of girl who knew how to dress up.

　　”Shirakawa Natsu.” Shirakawa Natsu also reached out and shook her hand.

　　The moment their hands touched, Keiko took his hand and said, “I started noticing you yesterday.”

　　”I see.” Shirakawa Natsu chuckled, pulling her hand away from hers, while the other woman took the opportunity to run her fingers across her palm.

　　”Do you believe in first impressions?” Keiko asked with a smile, her gaze sweeping over Shirakawa Natsu. “I like you. How about we go out together?”

　　”Huh?” Shirakawa Natsumi’s expression froze for a moment, and he just went straight for it.

　　Before he could speak, he felt a strange sensation under his feet. Looking down, he saw Keiko rubbing her calf against his calf.

　　The friction between black stockings and skin creates a unique sensation.

　　”Don’t rush to refuse,” Huizi said with a smile. “We can try dating first, and I’m sure you’ll like me.”

　　Shirakawa Natsu scratched his head. Of course, he knew that Keiko in front of him had her own purpose, perhaps she knew his identity, or perhaps she knew he was very rich.

　　But that’s not important, because he won’t lose anything. He’s just using the yellow-haired app anyway, so he can wait and see.

　　Women with a 70 out of 100 in looks were exactly the kind of women he wanted to boost his score on.

　　”Hi~ Natsu, good morning, did you get a good night’s sleep yesterday~” Jingu Nao’s signature energetic voice rang out from the doorway.

　　She called out as she skipped and hopped over to Shirakawa Natsu’s side, intending to sit down next to her.

　　Keiko suddenly grabbed Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and looked at Jingu Nao.

　　”Oh dear~” Jingu Nao suddenly exclaimed, “I forgot that Ms. Momo called me to do something.”

　　After she finished speaking in a flustered manner, she skipped away and hopped off, winking at Shirakawa Natsu as she left.

　　The whole process took only a few seconds. Shirakawa Natsu didn’t even have time to react before Jingu Nao had vanished.

　　He wanted to stand up and chase after her, but Huizi grabbed his sleeve and said, “Class is about to start, where are you going, Xia?”

　　Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, realizing that he didn’t know where Jingu Nao had gone, and with his physical condition, he couldn’t catch up with her.

　　”It’s okay, let’s go to class first.” Shirakawa Natsu sat down again, took out her phone and sent a message to Jingu Nao.

　　A “Go for it!” emoji quickly returned from the other end.

　　Shirakawa Natsu smiled helplessly, put away his phone, and Keiko leaned closer to him.

　　The two were standing close together. Shirakawa Natsu wanted to push them apart, but the teacher had already walked in from outside the door.

　　Keiko clearly wasn’t interested in attending class seriously. Her upper body was dressed as if she were listening attentively, but her feet were already sticking out of her high heels, and she was sitting with her legs crossed. However, she was actually rubbing against Shirakawa Natsu’s calves from time to time.

　　Her stockings were pressed against Shirakawa Natsu’s calves, and since it was quite hot outside, her stockings soon became damp from the sweat seeping from their legs.

　　Shirakawa Natsu secretly compared her legs to those of Jingu Nao.

　　When Jingu Nao wears black stockings, they are straight and long, with a well-proportioned figure, the kind that makes people rack their brains to think of new positions for her.

　　The bell rang quickly, and before Shirakawa Natsumi could speak, Keiko had already taken her hand and walked out of the classroom.

　　”Where to?” Shirakawa Natsu asked blankly.

　　“What are you afraid of, boy? Come with me~” Keiko grabbed Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and pulled him directly into the restroom next to the teaching building.

　　When no one was around, they pulled him into a cubicle and closed the door.

　　These cubicles are designed for one person to squat in. When two people come in, the space immediately becomes crowded, and their bodies naturally squeeze together.

　　”She’s so skilled,” Shirakawa Natsumi pouted.