Crime

Yuma held his breath and stood at the door, but could only hear knocks on the door more and more urgently.

Feeling that it would be useless to continue so much, Yuma simply opened the door. When he held the doorknob and hadn't opened a crack, the people outside pushed the door open.

"Oh my god..." Yuma covered his face hit by the door, "Sister?!"

"Where did you go just now? You haven't come to open the door for so long?" Mizki cursed.

"I didn't know you were condescending." As a younger brother, Yuma had no dignity at all in front of this girl who was a head shorter than him. "Sister, how do you know I'm here?"

"Do you think it's easy for me to find you?" Mizki rolled his eyes at him, leaned back on the sofa, "Forget it, anyway, now that I'm here, that scumbag won't be able to find me."

"Huh?" Yuma reacted for a while, "Is your ex-boyfriend stalking you again?"

"Don't mention him to me. Before I met him, I really didn't know that people can be so shameless. Men really don't have a good thing." Ignoring his brother's uncomfortable expression, Mizki stretched out his hand, "It makes sense to me I'm tired, give it to me."

Yuma respectfully raised the glass of water on the coffee table with both hands.

"Who cares if you ask for water?" Mizki waved his hand impatiently, "Give me your phone."

How do I know what you want? ! Yuma complained in his heart, but still handed over the phone with a pious expression on his face, but as soon as Mizki got it, he simply shut it down, and mercilessly opened the back cover and took out the phone card.

Yuma was dumbfounded: "It... When did it have an enmity with you?"

"Did you forget that you have satellite positioning on it?" Mizki threw the phone with the card removed back into his hand, "How do you think I found you?"

"What can your ex-boyfriend ask me for?" Yuma wanted to cry, but suddenly realized something, "Wait, you won't let you remove the SIM card from your own phone, right?"

Looking at Mizki with a calm expression and nodding, Yuma thought to himself that it's no wonder that his younger brother made such a big fuss. You, a manager and sister, don't know anything, or the company would have blown up the phone.

At the same time, he also remembered that Mizki said that he could not attend the banquet tonight due to something, and it turned out that he was going to solve the problem with her ex-boyfriend.Yuma doesn't know whether it's good or not to have such a sister who is absolutely reliable when she should be reliable, and who is not at all when she shouldn't be reliable.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Yuma looked helplessly at Mizki who had already treated this place as his home and began to relax.

"If you're not in the suburbs," Mizki lay on the sofa biting a lollipop, "what? You have the heart to let a frail girl find another place to live on a cold winter night?"

"No, no, calm down, I'll go and clean up the room for you." Yuma looked at the "weak girl" and thanked that two guest rooms had been prepared.

"By the way, the necklace I forgot at your place last time," Mizki suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs, "You said you put it in your room, didn't you?"

"Don't go!" Reflexively, Yuma crossed in front of Mizki, blocking the stairs with his hand.

Mizki was startled: "What's wrong?"

"No...I mean, I'll get it for you," Yuma calmed down, "You know, I haven't been here for a long time, and the room is in a mess... an unsightly mess."

"I'm your own sister," Mizki pushed his hand away, "I haven't seen any embarrassment about you?"

"Really, sister, you just have to wait, I'll get it," Yuma held her back, "otherwise you don't know where it is."

"I mean you," Mizki looked up at the younger brother in front of him, "something seems wrong from just now? Is there anything you can't let me see?"

"No," Yuma pretended to smile calmly, "I already told you that you are my own sister, so what can I hide from you?"

"It's hard to say," Mizki folded her arms and looked upstairs, then at Yuma, "You can't be, are you taking the girl home?"

Yuma turned his head stiffly to look at his own sister.

"What?" Mizki frowned, "Didn't I tell you that this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed! Do you know how much the word 'moral corruption' affects a new artist like you?!"

"No no no, sister, you think too much." Yuma grabbed Mizki who was walking upstairs, "Look, I'm not the kind of person who would bring girls back."

"Not a girl?" Mizki's eyes widened. "That's even worse."

"I'm begging you, sister! Stop thinking about it, okay?!" Yuma pulled Mizki to the door of the guest room, "You stay here and don't worry, I'll go and get the things out for you."

"I'm just kidding you, you can take the things tomorrow," Mizki smiled, "Forget it, I won't embarrass you, let's forget about other places, I can still trust your character."

"..." Yuma watched Mizki open the door and enter the guest room, feeling powerless for a moment.

Turning the brightness of the light to the dimmest, Yuma entered the room lightly. Although he said that he could come back tomorrow morning, he was worried that it would be difficult to explain to Mizki then.

Carefully opening the drawer, Yuma was careful not to wake Kaito.However, he slept peacefully, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly with his breathing, making it hard for people to look away for a while.

Yuma remembered what the girl with honey eyes said—now everything seems to be clear, and he also knows who the so-called "person who does not hesitate to do anything" is, but until now, he feels a little bit at a loss.

How much have you taken on by yourself? Yuma looked at Kaito who was sleeping soundly, and reached out to smooth the broken hair on his forehead.

When Kaito found himself waking up, it was already noon the next day.He sat up and saw Yuma at the table looking at him with his face propped up.

"Wake up?" Yuma pushed the water on the table in front of him, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Kaito said nothing, tried to get up, but the unbuttoned shirt slid down his shoulders.

Yuma smiled and turned her head away: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything, and you changed the clothes yourself."

Kaito lowered his eyes, buttoned up without saying a word, his face was very calm, he didn't know if he didn't come back to his senses or didn't remember what happened yesterday at all.

"...You know everything?" Kaito said suddenly.

Yuma looked back at him: "Can you still remember?"

"How could I forget such a painful thing." Kaito lowered his head and smiled, which made people feel distressed. "It's all my fault, I'll just bear it."

"How can you be so sure that the choice is not yours?" Yuma bowed forward and looked up at him.

Kaito also looked at him with a dazed expression.

"I think you probably won't want to hear it either, but," Yuma took out the recording pen and put it in front of him, "It's up to you to dispose of it, take it away or destroy it directly, please."

Kaito glanced at it lightly, then turned his head away: "It doesn't matter, even if I have been told to beware of Ahamay more than once, I still didn't listen to them in the end."

"Why don't you listen?" Yuma pulled his shoulders, "What are you running from?"

"Don't ask any more..."

"Then I'll tell you one last thing." Yuma let go of him and sat up straight. "Ahamay, I wanted to shoot your sister."

Looking at Kaito's slightly trembling pupils in surprise, he continued: "But it didn't succeed. You should know the reason. I think that person probably wanted to protect you and your sister." .”

Gakupo...?That...the person who treats himself like a plaything...?

"Think about it yourself, it's not convenient for me to interfere too much," Yuma stood up and stretched, then turned and walked towards the door, "I still have a lot of things waiting to be resolved."

"Yuma," Kaito asked suddenly, "Why, you will help me?"

Yuma's footsteps stopped for a moment, then she turned her head and said with a smile: "Who knows, maybe it's because I really don't want to bear the embarrassing words 'moral corruption'."

The voice fell, accompanied by the slight sound of closing the door.

Kaito opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't stop calling.He closed his eyes and looked up, seeing countless familiar pictures in a haze, but it was the first time he felt a trace of strange emotion.