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Would you have ever thought that you would be sitting with a detective in your house, showing you messages from your dead husband's phone that he had taken out as they were one-way encrypted?
He returned the phone to you and opened his laptop to show you some messages.
H.Sanzu
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ?
ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ?ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴꜱ
ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ,
ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ, ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 50 %
ʏᴇᴀʜ ʏᴇᴀʜ
"Drugs?" you gasped, "I knew Hanma did illegal work, but..."
"Y/n he killed people for fun, are you really shocked about drugs right now?" you clenched the hem of your t-shirt and nodded.
"Anyways, here is the next chat, I cut all the unimportant details," he said.
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Fanfiction𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙞, 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. (Choose your ending!) Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! ...