I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

"Elaborate work?"

Higashino Yu pondered for a moment, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of Xiuji - this silly bird drama came to his mind, and sometimes he might not be able to translate it accurately even if he saw Sanae tomorrow.

"Tell me carefully."

Xiuji jumped on the floor a few times and approached Dongyeyu, lowering his voice.

"My lord, the minister discovered this while secretly escorting Miss Iori this morning. Those people were spying on the city at the Express Hotel not far from Higashino Castle."

"Looking back now, it seems that one of them has been around the city for many days."

"Is this happening?"

Dong Yeyu thought for two seconds and didn't move in a hurry. He made the bed first and lay down in a comfortable position.

The next moment, light like a white river burst out from Dong Yeyu's eyes, and an ordinary-sized white fox jumped out of it. If you look closely, you will find that the big fluffy cloud-like tail seems to be splitting into two.

"Do you remember where those people's rooms are? Take me to see them."

Xiuji looked at Dongyeyu's Yin Shen with an expression of growing reverence.

"As you command!"

Xiuji flapped his wings and flew into the continuous rain outside the window.

The sky is unusually dark tonight, with overcast clouds covering the moonlight. The dim street lights seem to be broken. They flicker occasionally and make a worrying sound of electricity. Through the rain curtain, the brilliant lights of the Tokyo city center in the distance are dim. A patch of color.

Dong Yeyu, who was in a gloomy state, stood by the window and watched for a moment, then jumped out of the window, turning into a faint white mist and drifting out of the window towards the express hotel.

This is a spell that he understood on his own with the help of the invisible characteristics of the Yin God. If an ordinary Yin God dares to do this, his soul may be scattered into pieces.

However, Dong Yeyu can easily display it by relying on his spiritual consciousness gained from condensing purple energy for more than ten years.

In addition to the high requirements for spiritual consciousness, this is actually a very simple traveling spell, which can probably also be used to escape.

It is slightly faster than the wind speed, but can only be used when the Yin Shen is out of the body.

After a moment, the white mist followed Xiuji's guidance and slowly seeped into the closed glass window on the third floor of the Leeds Express Hotel. After a while, the mist turned into a white fox.

Dong Yeyu searched for it and found that there was no one in the house, and there was no luggage or personal belongings. The quilt on the bed was new, and the trash can had been cleaned. It didn't look like there were guests staying.

Thinking that maybe they were in another room, Dong Yeyu walked through the wall and went to the next room, preparing to traverse the room once.

There were two people in the next room, an ordinary-looking girl wearing JK clothes and an old man in his sixties.

The two hugged each other, and the warm yellow desk lamp shone on the two of them, casting huge creeping shadows on the walls and ceiling. The girl stared at the shadows with her eyes blankly, her expression dull, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The old man was exhausted, sweating profusely and trembling. Seeing that the girl had no reaction, he reached out and picked up the belt from the bedside and slapped it on the delicate and white skin.

When the girl screamed, she looked at him in astonishment.

"Look what I'm doing? I'm telling you, do you have no mouth? Why don't you scream? You scream for me!"

The old man smiled ferociously and swung the leather belt. The cowhide leather leather belt struck the girl's fair and tender skin with a loud sound, leaving a red mark on the spot.

She screamed and tried to escape in a hurry, but the old man pressed on her, showing a proud smile.

Dong Yeyu, who was in the form of a white fox, only glanced at them and walked past them. The two of them seemed not to see him, and the shadows printed on the wall became ferocious.

The warm desk lamp, the spacious bed, the excited old man, the frightened girl, the passing white fox, the continuous drizzle that acts as white noise outside the window and the halo of urban colors further away.

Everything, without any originality, formed a small background in the corner of this era.

Dong Yeyu paused before leaving through the wall. The sheets suddenly ignited with blue flames. The fire spread quickly, and it seemed that it would only take a few seconds to ignite the entire bed.

The old man hurriedly rolled out of bed with an ouch, and the girl took the opportunity to escape with her clothes in her arms. After running a few steps, she came back and took away the old man's wallet on the bedside. After going out, he drew a few Fukuzawa Yukichi cards, dropped the wallet and ran away. .

Seeing that the fire was uncontrollable, the old man held his waist and was about to escape from the room. However, after running a few steps, he was shocked to find that the blue fire that had been arrogant before disappeared in the next moment.

The flames seemed to have never appeared, and the bed that was set on fire showed no traces of being burned. It looked the same as before except for the messy quilt.

The expression on the old face gradually became strange, his eyes gradually widened and his lips trembled.

"ah!!!!"

Listening to the shrill screams coming from Lao Deng next door, Dong Yeyu smiled.

He didn't care whether the girl would get lost and repent.

There was no noble reason for taking action, it was just a prank because he was unhappy with the old man's proud expression.

The Leeds Express Hotel is not big, and the interior of the rooms is also quite cramped. There are only about ten or thirty rooms in total. Higashino Yu quickly searched for all the rooms in this hotel, but to no avail.

There were only six guests in the entire hotel. Except for the room with round corners, there were two frustrated middle-aged men and a mother and son. None of them matched Xiuji's description.

Dong Yeyu returned to the original room, squatted on the bed, and thought for a moment.

There was no doubt that Xiuji had made a mistake. Although the bird was a bit timid, he rarely lied, especially regarding information that threatened Higashino City.

He must have left.

Dongye Yu pondered for a moment and thought that it was highly likely that he was not a good person - he was secretly spying on his residence, and he had no good intentions.

He had not offended many people since he came to Tokyo, that is, the underworld of the Hechuan Society and Kusaka Nagamasa.

Xiuji said that he first saw that person last week, so the probability of him being from the Hechuan Society might be higher.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Kusaka Nagamasa has been holding a grudge against him since last week - after all, he probably disliked him since the day the club recruited new members.

It's hard to say. Although he doesn't need to observe the precepts like ordinary Taoists when practicing the Golden Elixir Dao, if he kills directly as an ancestor, he will be entangled with resentment and it will be difficult to get through the inner demon tribulation in the future.

To avoid this situation, you have to make sure that the other party has indeed hindered your path with actual actions, which will cause serious consequences.

In this way, even if the highest priority instruction in the heart of the Taoist is triggered - that is, those who hinder your practice are evil demons.

Killing evil demons is not considered killing, but eliminating evil.

Of course, you can also strike first before the other party takes action. Cultivation is never too rigid.

As long as you can truly feel no guilt, even if you encounter the inner demon again, it will not cause any trouble, so just kill it.

The key is to have a clear conscience.

Thinking of this, Dong Yeyu turned into white mist again and returned to the apartment with Xiu Ji.

Tell it to pay attention to all strangers who appear around the apartment tomorrow - this is a residential area. Except for office workers passing by every day, ordinary strangers are unlikely to appear multiple times in a row.

Originally, I thought about going to Hishizawa again tonight to ask if there are any monsters who know the raccoon cat boy that day.

But I changed my mind and gave up.

Although I got off work early today, I waited for a long time at the Kosuge vegetable market.

After returning, I went to the Leeds Express Hotel to waste some time. It is almost one o'clock in the morning now.

Even if I find Hishizawa all the way according to my memory, I have to go back after a few words.

Otherwise, once the sun rises, even if he can use his magic power to protect the Yin God, he won't be able to hold out for too long under the sun. He will probably have to hide in the shade and wait until dark before he can continue to walk back.

Not to mention skipping a day of class, if something happens to his physical body at home, he won't be able to go back in time.

That's the classic plot of Li Tieguai - and he doesn't have a master like Taishang Laojun to help him solve the sequelae of taking over the body.

Dong Yeyu closed the window, lay on the bed, listened to the drizzle outside, and began to practice.

At this time, the broadcast of the Taiga drama was over. Xiu Ji curled up in a comfortable nest to do some ideological work, just took a nap, and practiced as soon as he woke up!

With this idea, it was quite stressed and fell asleep with difficulty.

The next afternoon, at Sakura Junior High School in Adachi District, the cooking club,

First cut the tofu, then absorb the moisture, and coat it with flour.

Iori Miko was concentrating on carrying a plate of processed marinated tofu and pouring it into the frying pan.

Sizzle!

Maybe the water was not absorbed or something, but the oil splashed everywhere as soon as the tofu was put into the pot.

Iori Miko frowned slightly at first, wondering why this happened, and then she covered the pot with her backhand without changing her expression.

But the situation in the pot did not calm down because of the pot cover. The boiling oil reacted more violently after it fully contacted the tofu, and it even exploded occasionally.

So she turned off the fire again, waited for the situation in the pot to calm down before opening the pot cover. When she took it out, she saw that the fried tofu had basically become burnt and could not be eaten.

Now the sauce she had just prepared was useless. She looked at the burnt tofu in silence for a while, picked up a piece with chopsticks and tasted it.

The bitter burnt taste spread in her mouth, and she pursed her lips tightly and fell into deep thought.

"Miko-chan, do you like to eat fried tofu?"

A junior high school girl in the same group as Iori Miko in the cooking department asked curiously while looking at the burnt tofu on the plate.

She found that Iori Miko tried to make fried tofu every day this week.

Most girls who come to the cooking club learn to make omelette rice, or learn to bake cookies or chocolate.

Most of them are for giving to people they like on Valentine's Day. If they don't have anyone they like or are embarrassed to give, they usually give giri chocolate to other friends.

This is the first time I've seen someone learning to make fried tofu here.

The other three girls in the same group heard this and looked at the plate of burnt fried tofu next to her, and smiled.

"Could it be that the person Miko-chan likes doesn't like chocolate, but likes fried tofu?"

At this time, one of the girls reacted and whispered in the ears of the others.

"Aren't we going to the western restaurant that says there is a super handsome high school senior working there today? It's in Arakawa District, and there will be a lot of people if we go too late."

"Yes."

They finally reacted, looked at each other, and approached Iori Miko with a flattering smile.

"I heard that Miko's family is an Inari shrine, and she wants to be a shrine maiden in the future, so she has to learn how to make fried tofu to offer to the gods."

"Huh? A shrine maiden, I'm so envious!"

Iori Miko seemed to have not heard these compliments, and poured the fried tofu into the trash can.

"What's the matter?"

Her answer seemed a bit irrelevant, but several girls smiled awkwardly.

"Well, Miko-chan, this is it"

"We have something urgent to do and we have to leave school immediately, otherwise it will be too late. Can you help clean up today?"

"Although I know that cleaning the kitchen table alone is really troublesome for you, but please! We will bring you a gift!"

Several junior high school girls clasped their hands and begged Iori Miko very sincerely: "Please, Miko-chan!"

Iori Miko was deep in thought when her eyes fell under the kitchen counter. A pink ball of hair the size of a tennis ball was hiding there, with cookie crumbs falling at her feet.

As if he noticed her gaze, the furball instantly retracted.

Iori Miko thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Okay."

"Thank you Miko-chan, I really appreciate it!"

At this time, in addition to some students in the cooking department who were cleaning their own kitchen counters, other students were also preparing to leave the school. Several girls thanked them and followed the crowd out.

"Wait a moment."

Hearing the sound, several girls who were talking and laughing froze as they left. They turned back and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Can you give me the baked cookies?" Iori Miko pointed to a few good-looking cookies left on the plate on the kitchen counter.

"Well, I'll give it to Miko-chan. You can do whatever you want with it."

They answered with a smile, and then left the cooking club together. The girls' laughter sounded like silver bells in the corridor.

Iori Miko silently cleaned the kitchen table by herself and took away the garbage and threw it away.

After she finally finished cleaning, she wiped the glistening sweat on her forehead with a tissue. When she looked up, she didn't know when she was the only one left in the huge cooking department.

The setting sun at dusk, which has not completely set yet, shines through the glass windows, dividing the cooking club activity classroom into two parts like a twilight line, and the entire school seems to be quiet.

Iori Miko actually likes the feeling of being alone in school.

She held a biscuit in her hand, squatted down to the edge of the kitchen counter with some difficulty, and said softly: "This is for you."

The pink fur ball just popped its head out, jumped up, grabbed the cookie, and then ran away quickly.

Iori Miko stood up and turned around to see a few pink fur balls like this on the kitchen table, each holding a biscuit in its mouth.

Seeing that she had discovered it, they all froze for a second, fled in a hurry, got into the crack in the door that seemed impossible to the naked eye, and disappeared.

"Just call them Furball-kun."

Iori Miko whispered to herself and returned to class to pack her schoolbag and textbooks.

The time came to around five o'clock and close to six o'clock in the afternoon. There was some white light left in the sky, and cotton-like clouds were floating in the dusk blue sky. There was almost no one in the school. There was only a security guard at the gate sitting on a chair reading a newspaper.

Iori Miko was preparing to go home on crutches. When she passed by the school flower bed, the plum tree standing in the center of the flower bed seemed to be blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.

An old man appeared on the edge of the flower bed at some point. He was wearing a pink Wu suit and sat there and greeted her.

"Child over there, can you do me a favor?"

There were several pink fur balls surrounding him, which attracted Iori Miko's attention.

"You are." Iori Miko said, her eyes falling on the plum tree in the center of the flower bed.

This is an old tree with a canopy full of emerald green leaves. The main trunk is lush and thick, with colorful green leaves. There are branches growing on the side and clinging to the main trunk like a thousand-year-old vine.

The old man smiled slightly without explaining. He scratched his neck, pointed to the tree trunk and said, "There are some bugs there that make me itchy. Can you help me get rid of them?"

"Um."

Iori Miko climbed up the flower bed awkwardly, took out some tissues from her body, searched around the tree trunk, pinched a few caterpillars and placed them on the soil.

After she finished, the old man said again: "I'm a little thirsty. Can you bring me a bucket of water?"

Iori Miko hesitated for a second, looked around, went to the sink to fetch water, and poured it into the flower bed.

"Oops, those branches seem to be growing crookedly. Can you help me prune them?"

Seeing this, Iori Miko frowned slightly and was a little unhappy: "You did it on purpose."

The short old man with a wooden cane showed a kind smile: "Okay, it's enough to do so much. Then come and see the sea of ​​flowers with me, as long as you see tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, the plum tree in the flower bed stretched out its thick root system, tightly wrapping the school built of reinforced concrete as it gradually sank into the dusk.

The branches of the plum tree grow from these thick root systems, branching, sprouting, and blooming almost simultaneously.

In just a few breaths, the school turned into a huge plum blossom forest, and everything was pink as far as the eye could see.

Iori Miko looked at the sea of ​​flowers in surprise, but after a moment, she shook her head.

"No, grandpa and grandma will be worried. If Dongye Nissan hears that I haven't come home, they will definitely search for me on the streets."

She walked stubbornly towards the school gate, and when she heard a pop, the world composed of plum blossom trees suddenly shattered, and countless plum blossoms scattered from the sky.

The old man looked at Iori Miko's leaving figure in silence, looked up at the green plum tree behind him, sighed softly, and said to the pigeons in the canopy.

"Hey, bird, that little girl is going to be in danger soon."

Xiuji was furious when he heard this: "How dare you spy on Miss Iori!"

He murmured to himself and wanted to follow: "My lord is a great demon in this world. As a general under his command, I naturally have to share his worries and solve his problems. When I go out into battle, I can capture the enemy general!"

The old man's ears were almost getting calluses after listening to him bragging these days. Knowing that his master was a big fox monster, he had no choice but to persuade him at this time.

"You are no match for those people. Go find your lord and protect her."

"Nonsense! I am Higashino Castle General Kichizaemon Sui, how dare you look down on me?!"

Xiuji said harshly, and walked back and forth anxiously on the tree trunk for two seconds. Without much hesitation, he flapped his wings and flew towards Arakawa District.

"Come out."

The driver asked as he watched the little figure walking out of the school, holding the steering wheel in one hand and an old-fashioned PHS cell phone in the other.

"Start?"

A young voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes."

The driver looked back at his accomplice, "Get ready."

After saying that, he put down his cell phone, started the engine of the old van parked at the temporary parking spot, and drove towards another road.

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