My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 5 Saori Aizawa
"Arnold. Is it the Detective Agency for Strange Talking Things?"

Opposite is a woman, her voice is a little trembling, and she sounds frightened.

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"I think there's something wrong with my dog."

"What's the problem?"

"The dog I have at home, these days, I can always see its face turning into a human face, but no one believes what I say, not even my father, not my mother. Wow, oh, but I am I really saw it. Help me."

Poor baby, weeping in fright.

"Don't worry, it's a small problem, one hundred thousand yen once."

"Huh? I'm still a high school student and don't have that much money."

"How much can you give?"

"220000"

"Okay. Tell me the address, and I'll go there now."

hang up the phone.

Fujiwara Xingkong let out a long sigh, feeling very helpless.

Money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat. An adult should understand this truth.

2 million is 2 million.

Mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are. If you save a little today and a little tomorrow, you might be able to save enough for next month's living expenses.

After getting the address, under Ritsuko's smiling eyes, Fujiwara Xingkong rode on his second-hand bicycle bought for 2000 yen and set off slowly.

The current time is 7 o'clock in the evening, and the lively and bustling nightlife is gradually kicking off.

Cycling through the streets of Shinjuku, the lights are feasting and the neon lights are gorgeous.

This is one of the most densely populated areas in the world. It has very complete municipal facilities. Public buses, trams, and subways will run continuously until late at night. As a bustling shopping paradise, tourists from all over the world gather here. The roads are year-round They were all packed.

At the same time, this is also an area where fish and dragons are mixed. In many film and television works, this grotesque and never-night world has stories of drunkenness and dreams happening every day.

After walking a few blocks, the surrounding air gradually became quieter, the neon lights were no longer dazzling, and the houses became lower.

What comes into view is a [-]-hectare man-made forest.

That's Yoyogi Park, and the client's home is right next to the park.

It's strange to say that Meiji Jingu, the largest shrine in Japan, is in the park, so why did this little girl call herself there.

Alas, never mind, why do you care so much when you have money to make?

Came to the agreed address, an ordinary one-family house.

After ringing the doorbell, Fujiwara Xingkong stood quietly at the door, with a professional smirk at the corner of his mouth: "Hello, I'm from the Detective Agency of Ghost Story."

The door opened and a girl poked her head out.

Without another word, he turned around and left.

Eh?
Aizawa Saori was taken aback, then quickly ran forward and grabbed his arm.

"Don't go away."

With a twist of his mouth, he almost cried.

Unmoved, Fujiwara Xingkong dragged her a few steps forward.

Saori Aizawa yelled: "Come back, add money, I will add money."

Footsteps paused, and Fujiwara Xingkong's trembling voice came back.

"How much?"

"55"

"5?"

"5000"

"Damn!" Fujiwara Xingkong said a word in Chinese, and looked back at her, showing a tired expression.

"Aizawa-san, you are too stingy."

"I'm a high school student. Where can I get you so much money?" Saori Aizawa said aggrievedly. Suddenly, she realized something and looked up.

"Huh?. Huh!"

"Fujiwara-san, why is it you?"

To be honest, Fujiwara Xingkong really didn't want to show any extraordinary ability in front of his classmates.

If I had money, would I be like this? ? ?
Aizawa Saori's cerebellum is also a little bit hard to turn around.

She and Xingkong Fujiwara have been in the same class for such a long time, and she only saw him take the initiative to say a word, and it was said when all the classmates introduced themselves at the beginning of school.

Saori Aizawa still remembers what he said.

"My name is Fujiwara Hoshizora. I prefer to be quiet and don't like to make friends, so please don't bother me if you have nothing to do, and don't bother me if something happens."

At that time, she also paid special attention to this strange person who was good-looking, but always had a hunchback and dead fish eyes.

As a result, for more than a year, from the first year to the second year of high school, I never saw him take the initiative to talk to anyone.

Sleeping in class all day.Go to school and leave school alone.He never participates in club activities, doesn’t play with anyone in physical education classes, and is absent from all kinds of group activities.

His grades in all subjects are average, neither outstanding nor bad, and he often skips classes for half a day.

It is completely a little transparent.

But today it feels like he has become a different person.

He is no longer hunchbacked, and he is no longer those dull fish eyes. He looks much more handsome.

"Aizawa-san, have you seen enough?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora's faint voice brought her thoughts back to reality.

"Oh" Aizawa Saori blushed and looked away subconsciously.

"If you're okay, I'm leaving."

"No, don't go."

Aizawa Saori quickly grabbed his hand, and then let go quickly.

She suddenly thought, Fujiwara-san must be a liar.
"Are you okay?" she asked weakly.

Fujiwara Xingkong was a little impatient, and said in an emphatic tone: "Don't talk nonsense, where are you, take me there."

"Don't be fierce." Saori Aizawa was taken aback, and took a few steps back with an aggrieved expression.

"If you don't start, I'm leaving!"

"No, you come in, I won't tell you, come in quickly."

Saori Aizawa pushed Fujiwara Hoshikong into the house almost by pushing.

Walking in and putting on her slippers, she yelled a few words in a low voice: "Wang Jiang? Wang Jiang?"

no respond.

Aizawa Saori's face turned pale, and she said in a low voice, "It must have heard me call you and hid."

"Don't panic."

Fujiwara Xingkong comforted her, followed the strange smell coming from her nose, and walked into the house.

The first thing we came to was the kitchen, which had the strongest smell. The floor was paved with wooden boards, and there was a sink and stove lined up by the window. There was a double-door refrigerator with the door open at the entrance.

"Ah?" Aizawa Saori felt a little strange, why the refrigerator door was open.
Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly asked: "Where does your Wang Jiang usually like to stay?"

"I usually like to stay in the kitchen."

No wonder the smell is the strongest here, but there is no sign of a dog.

Walk out of the kitchen and come to the living room. There is a Buddhist altar near the window, which houses a wooden Maitreya Buddha.

"Does your family believe in Buddhism?"

"No, this is a gift from my father's client. It's a pity to throw it away, so I put it there."

It can be regarded as a false hit, Fujiwara Xingkong thought, if there is no Maitreya Buddha who has been consecrated, your family would have died long ago.

After leaving the living room, I looked at several bedrooms one after another, but there was nothing abnormal. In the end, there was only a utility room left.

When she opened the door, the light was broken as expected. Saori Aizawa found a flashlight and looked around.

The things placed inside are rather miscellaneous, such as kitchen supplies, cleaning utensils, etc., which should have not been turned over for a long time, and many things have lost a layer of dust.

There was a cushion in the corner, and when the light of the flashlight shone through, a pair of dark green eyes suddenly stared over.

"Wow"

Aizawa Saori was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and immediately hid behind Fujiwara Xingkong, grabbed his clothes and shivered.

"This is this, this is it"

"Fujiwara-kun, hurry up. I'm so scared."

Fujiwara Xingkong raised his foot and walked in, Aizawa Saori didn't dare to follow, but just hid outside the door, showing a small head, half-closed his eyes and looked over.

The dog is a Teddy, brownish-yellow, with soft hair and a clean snout. It can be seen that it is well-raised.

It stared at it with a pair of innocent big eyes, but its cute and cute appearance made people want to rua.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the faint black air surrounding it, no one would know that it was a monster.

Even Fujiwara Hoshizora couldn't tell what its true form was.

In order to avoid killing mistakes, he opened the system interface, and selected one of the dazzling skills at the bottom of the skill tree.

(End of this chapter)