I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 80 Is it serious, yes!
The streets in the early hours of the morning were extremely spacious. When the Rolls-Royce drove into the Huanqi Expressway, Makoto Jingu had lost his sense of direction.

I seldom take a car, and Tokyo is too big to find where it is.

Xiangbao in her arms snored lightly, and "Miss Xiaoxiang" fell asleep.

Shen Gongcheng carefully lowered his arm to make Xiang Bao more comfortable, and his left arm could also breathe a sigh of relief.

Holding a big baby that weighs thirty catties to sleep, but the weight of the big head makes the arms sore and numb.

If he couldn't put it down, as long as he put it on the seat, Xiang Bao would crawl on top of him with his eyes closed, like a clingy child.

He had no choice but to hold on.

Finally, as the Rolls-Royce turned a corner, Jingu Makoto saw the building in the distance and made a judgment that it was Chiyoda Ward.

That is the Fujisoft ABC Akihabara building, and walking inside is the world-famous otaku mecca - Akihabara Electric Town, where there is a six-story building full of adult videos and accessories.

Speaking of which, before the opening of the Olympic Games, the first place to be rectified in Tokyo was not Shinjuku Kabuki Street, but Akihabara.

The reason is that the Tokyo Olympic Organizing Committee is worried that the cartoon images of [-] banned anime girls all over Akihabara will arouse international guests' associations with you girls and damage Tokyo's international image.

Passing by the Imperial Palace, I saw the Capitol Building in Nagata Town and the Metropolitan Police Headquarters Building in Kasumigaseki. Rolls-Royce continued to move forward, entered a large iron gate in the shadow of trees, and bypassed the fountain flower bed. Stopped in front of a European-style villa.

The villa was brightly lit, and there was a row of bodyguards in black bowing neatly in front of the door.

"wrap up."

Qian Hualiu picked up the quilt and didn't open the car door until she wrapped up the sleeping giant panda tightly.

It wasn't until the two walked into the central hall one after the other that the row of bodyguards under the steps straightened up.

"The elevator is over there."

Qianhualiu motioned to Jingong Makoto, stopped by himself, turned around and beckoned.

A strong man in black trotted over to the door.

Saying something in the strong man's ear, Qianhualiu followed Jingong Makoto's footsteps.

The strong man bowed silently, turned around and closed the door, and went down the steps to signal the driver of the Rolls-Royce, "Miura-kun, thank you for your hard work."

"Master Zhongchuan is polite."

Miura was a little excited, trotted to Nakagawa, and bowed.

Nakagawa's scarred face suddenly became easy-going, and he walked towards the fountain with Miura's shoulders on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Ms. Qianhualiu is very satisfied with your work. I want to promote Miura-kun as a cadre. I congratulate you first."

Surprise instantly crept up on his face, and Miura tried hard not to be too complacent, "This, this, thanks to Miss Qianhualiu and Mr. Nakagawa for cultivating..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a click on his neck, Miura's head turned to a terrifying angle, and he fell down.

Nakagawa patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

"Deal with it."

"Hi!"

The two subordinates behind him bowed.

……

Knowing that the Inagawa family was rich, Jingu Makoto was still shocked.

The middle hall is as big as four classrooms, and not much smaller than the auditorium of Silver Star. A huge crystal chandelier hangs from above. There are countless light bulbs in each crystal lampshade. It is estimated that a month's electricity bill will be enough. Let the Jingu family go bankrupt.

A huge oil painting with a height of two stories hung on the wall directly opposite. A bunch of lush rice ears were covered with snow-white rice flowers, but a samurai sword was inserted upside down in the middle of the rice ears.

Makoto Jingu saw that this was evolved from the Inagawa family emblem, and there was a similar painting in the Inagawa family's villa in Xiaoqing Village. At that time, he didn't understand what it meant.

Turning into the small corridor on the right, Qian Hualiu has followed.

Take the elevator to the fourth floor, open a lacquered red door more than two meters high, and the two of them walk into the living room on the outer floor of the boudoir suite.

Big, posh, shabby.

This is Makoto's feeling.

The tatters were smashed by Miss Xiaoxiang.

Porcelain fragments were all over the carpet, the coffee table was overturned, the back of the sofa was tattered, as if it had been cut with a sharp weapon, and the large dark red gold-edged European court-style velvet curtain was torn with a neat slant, and half of the curtain hung on the ground.

Jingu Makoto saw the murder weapon.

A black-handled Kodachi was inserted into the LCD TV screen that was twice the size of Ye Yingxue's house, and spider web-like cracks appeared around it.

Glancing at the small sword, Jingu Makoto followed Qianhualiu in; the sword seemed familiar.

Walking through the cloakroom full of clothes, the bedroom was also in a mess, but fortunately the princess bed, which was not too crowded for three people, was clean.

Makoto Jingu gently placed "Sister Xiaoxiang" on the bed and opened the sheets.

Probably because he was sound asleep, Xiang Bao turned over and lay on the bed making a snoring sound.

Moving his shoulders, Makoto Jingong shook his arms and grinned secretly.

Hugging a Xiangbao weighing more than 30 kilograms all the way was quite unbearable.

Turning around for a while, Makoto Jingong asked in a low voice, "Where's the maid?"

The maid who served Xiaoxiang personally was the first to notice that the eldest lady lost her temper. He wanted to ask about the situation in detail.

"Everyone evacuated."

Qian Hualiu didn't answer directly, "Now there are only three of us in the villa, no one knows about this."

Makoto Jingu understood.

Not to mention that this matter is not magical, Grandpa Inagawa's life is dying, and if something happens to Miss Xiaoxiang, who is the sole heir, the Inagawa Society may be in chaos, and it is reasonable for Qianhualiu to block the news.

Hiding from the debris on the ground, Makoto Jingu turned around twice.

It's a pity that Conan ignored him, and he couldn't see anything in the mess.

"Miss Xiaoxiang, has there been any unusual behavior recently?"

In the cloakroom, Jin Gongcheng turned around and asked.

"Yes, a lot."

Qianhualiu casually picked up the pleated skirt of her school uniform, "I love to laugh, and I also love to get sulky. I often feel dazed, so I pay attention to dressing up. I hired a makeup artist to learn makeup, and I also bought a strange book; many, many, just like before. totally different."

"Since when?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Do you know why?"

"because of you."

Qianhualiu glared over with dagger-like eyes.

Jingu Makoto pretended to cough, and turned his face to look at the living room, avoiding Qianhualiu's sight.

'Stupid, I should have thought of it earlier. '

"Well, these changes have been going on for many days, so it shouldn't be critical." Jin Gongcheng relieved himself, "Is there anything special today?"

"I'm going to your house for dinner."

"..."

'Don't point the finger at me, okay! '

Seriously recalling it, Jingu Makoto shook his head, "It's normal at noon, and Miss Xiaoxiang is also happy." As if to prove something, "Miss Xiaoxiang likes my Chinese food very much, and she ate two servings for lunch."

Two bowls of rice, two servings of vegetables, really did not eat less.

All the beautiful girls have a good appetite, including Sanada-sensei.

In terms of atmosphere, noon was not very pleasant because there were cherry blossoms and snow.

However, bickering between the two is a common occurrence, and there is never a time when they meet without a fight, so it should not be the cause of the abnormality.

Makoto Jingong thought about it and asked again, "Miss Xiaoxiang left my house after lunch, is there anything special after that?"

"Missy has been listening to the discussion of the medical expert group in the afternoon, and hardly speaks."

Qian Hualiu recalled, "But she was on fire, as if someone was mad at her, I could feel it." After a short pause, "When I arrived at the hospital, the eldest lady asked the driver to deliver a person, and was anxious to see Dr. Horton , I didn’t ask who it was, it’s weird to think about it now.”

Jingu Cheng probably guessed it, took out his mobile phone, and hesitated again.

(End of this chapter)