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The store manager is a very reasonable person, Shimoba asked him for a short leave of an hour, and then got permission to come to Oda as their booth to sit down and talk.

At this time, Odasaku changed to the seat next to Kunikida, and Shimoba sat across from the two of them, the soft leather sofa at the bottom was still warm from the warmth that Odasaku had let him sit on just now.

However, their current atmosphere was a little strangely quiet, and even the people around them tightened their vocal cords, and only carefully cast their eyes to look at the situation here.

This eerie silence seemed to last for a while, and finally Odasaku reacted belatedly, put down the spoon for eating in his hand, and began to introduce the two of them to each other.

"Ah, Kunikida, this is the friend I told you to introduce to you - her name is Shimoba."

As a result, the lace of time began to flow again, and I saw the intellectually dressed young man cautiously raised his fingers and pushed his glasses, and then greeted the other side politely.

"Hello Miss Shimoba, my name is Kunikida Doppo, I am 22 years old this year, my birthday is August 8th, I am 30cm tall and weigh 189kg. I am currently working as an investigator for an armed detective agency. Will go to middle school part-time math teacher..."

Inexplicably nervous, Kunikida made an extremely detailed self-introduction. For some reason, when facing Shimoba, he subconsciously shook out his own information honestly.

As a result, Tanizaki next door couldn't help revealing his thoughts in a low voice: "Mr. Kunikida was so nervous that it was like meeting a blind date for the first time..."

"Tanizaki...!!" Someone squeezed out a warning voice in a low voice from behind.

"Yes, I'm sorry!!" The weak-tempered young college student was immediately taken aback.

This scene naturally fell into Shimoha's eyes, but she did not expose it maliciously, but looked him up a few times calmly, and replied concisely for the time being: "I am Ogihara Shimoha, and my age...is just right." Same age as you."

"Ah um... hello." Kunikida responded awkwardly.

Then the atmosphere became inexplicably cold again, and only the elegant record player in the store was spinning slowly, streaming out pleasant pure music.

"Well, I'll go out and make a phone call with the client, let's talk."

In the center of this awkward atmosphere, Oda Saku suddenly glanced at the mobile phone in his pocket, then stood up from his seat, nodded to the two and signaled to go out the door.

"Wait, Oda! How could you leave..."

Seeing this, Kunikida immediately wanted to grab his old partner's clothes in a panic, but unfortunately, he was dodged by the other party because of the angle, and he could only watch helplessly as he disappeared outside the door.

With a snap, the door closed, leaving them sitting alone facing each other.

It was too difficult, Kunikida didn't know what to say at all, his expression was so blank that he almost put on a look of 'save the child'.

After looking at each other for a quarter of an hour, Shuang Ye asked slightly hesitantly: "Well... Should I also report my height, weight, and birthday occupation?"

"No need—" Kunikida wanted to veto subconsciously, but in an instant he realized that it was too impolite to say so, and hurriedly changed his words: "No... you should say it."

In the end, he even used the honorific title, making Shuangye almost unable to control his expression.

"Mr. Kunikida seems to be a very serious person, but his expression is surprisingly easy to understand..." Shuangye couldn't help feeling, and, or it should be said that his heart was written all over his face.

This is an honest person who is not very frank, but surprisingly easy to understand.

Working together as a partner with Ah Zuo is a natural funny and a doubly honest person who needs to keep complaining. It's quite interesting to think about it this way.

With this episode as an adjustment, the stiff atmosphere between the two of them due to Kunikida's unilateral refusal was undoubtedly relieved a lot, allowing him to express his thoughts freely.

"Miss Shuangye, please stop teasing me."

Kunikida coughed lightly, and regained his usual calm expression, "Although I don't know why you are looking for me, but if you want to apply for a commission, you can go to the office of our detective agency upstairs..."

"No, I'm here for you." Shuang Ye didn't have the slightest intention to hide, and blurted out the words directly, making the man on the opposite side speechless for a moment.

She would use a straw to stir the coffee in front of her aimlessly, but instead of making a bad paste, she gently and slowly drew a pattern on the top of the milk foam like a crochet needle. Beautiful pattern.

Everything she did was so careless. In the eyes of the young man, the source of her origin and intentions, everything was so mysterious that it seemed to be shrouded in a veil.

Kunikida's eyes were inevitably drawn along the lines of the garland, and then fell on her neatly manicured round nails. The transparent five fingers exuded a clean breath, and the edges shone with the gentle luster of the afternoon light.

It is completely unreminiscent of the so-called crimes and killings that have been stained on it. In the eyes of ordinary people, these are just a pair of soft and beautiful female hands used to trim flower branches.

Probably blinded by this deceptive picture, Kunikida slowly relaxed his body and responded with an attitude towards ordinary people.

"Miss Shimoba... I want to apologize to you for the reckless and impolite remarks I made more than ten minutes ago. But I think you can try to focus on the people who are close to you, for example, um... Oda .”

On the opposite side of Shuangye, the young man with flaxen hair turned his head slightly in grief, his brows were full of entanglements, and his attitude was almost "Isn't Oda fragrant?" ! ' These words hit her directly in the face.

And Shuang Ye did succeed, so he was stunned: "Ah Zuo?"

Kunikida considered carefully: "Yes, as far as I know him, there seems to be no other close to women around Oda, except for your recent appearance..."

"It's true! Mr. Oda's most popular area is only the old lady who stops him nagging him every day when he passes by. Because of this, he will be late for work for several hours every time."

Tanizaki, who was behind the scenes, seemed to want to intercede with his senior, but Kunikida repelled him because of the reflection of his lens because he interjected. Finally, he was willing to shrink back and be as quiet as a chicken, and his sister took the opportunity to comfort him.

Hearing what they said, Shuang Ye, who was sorting out her thoughts in her mind, realized why the topic suddenly entered the emotional channel, and she tried her best to sell Amway to herself.

She couldn't help feeling speechless for a while.

"...Could you have heard Ah Zuo talk about what happened to us before?"

Everyone who eats melons puts on a default gesture.

Seeing this, Shuangye had no choice but to take a sip of the espresso she made herself, sighed, and explained her dark history to them: "Ah Zuo did pursue me when I was 16 years old, but I already had a boyfriend at that time. And because his relationship entered a rebellious period, he stayed abroad with the other party for a long time."

"You don't need to care so much about our relationship... I have known Oda Sakunosuke since I was nine years old, but compared to the illusory relationship, we have been more like relatives for more than ten years."

With the back of her hand resting on her chin, Shuang Ye flicked the straw absently: "Ah Zuo is a very good person, I am not good enough for him."

Hearing her last summary, Kunikida frowned reflexively, and opened his mouth to explain something: "It's not like that..."

Just when Shuangye heard the news and raised her head, her eyes clearly reflected the other party's extremely serious and serious expression.

"Although it's the first time I've met you, miss, I don't think you're as humble as I said—"

Kunikida's eyes under the lens stared straight at her direction, and his words seemed to form a straight line, so resolute that no one could cut them off: "Miss is beautiful and elegant, and has many talents that no one can match. The facts witnessed by his own eyes. Besides——I believe in Oda’s vision, although he is always angry because of his character and temper, it doesn’t mean that he will misjudge someone because of this.”

"He thinks you are the only bright moon in the world, and you are that bright moon."

The vowed words blurted out, but the person who said these words did not regret it, or in other words, he never regretted any choice he made.

Faith and ideals in his eyes are like a prairie fire, rolling up a piece of brilliant grass, and above the iron hooves, a huge flag is flying.

It is he himself who is holding up all these, a knight with a noble spirit who will not break his character easily.

Shuangye actually doesn't hate people with ideals, what she hates...are people who will do anything for their ideals, even if they are doomed to destruction.

Perhaps thinking of someone, the shaken Shimoba could not help lowering her brows and eyes a little irritably, then parted the corners of her lips and said dryly: "Mr. The words that come out are so thought-provoking... It would be great if you didn't teach mathematics, if you don't teach mathematics but Chinese."

Kunikida: "...Why do you have to change the way to emphasize twice that 'it's fine if you don't teach mathematics'! Please don't be prejudiced against mathematics!"

"Heh..." Shuang Ye was really amused this time, and the cool smile that was rarely revealed slightly blew away some of the sweltering heat and humidity brought about by the rain in midsummer.

The brick-red decorative wall beside him reflects a little red light, adding a rosy glow to Shuangye's face.While shaking the straw, she held her chin and casually said to the young man: "I was originally interested in Kunikida-san's [supernatural ability]—your ability to [can materialize what is written in the notebook] I am very interested, and even want to see you demonstrate it with my own eyes.”

"But now it seems that it is probably impossible to do it."

Shuang Ye looked up at him, and slowly made a statement: "Your ability should not be used for this kind of thing, but for a greater [ideal]."

"There are always people in this world who want to rewrite or even create their own ideal world, trying to leverage the great and distorted desires, and exercise the rights of gods as humans - I have seen too many such things. But Kunikida You may be different, sir, although it should be different from the [thing] that I was looking for [that can transform words into reality], but the result is the same—"

"You are exactly the kind of person who is exactly translating the [ideal] you wrote into reality."

With a plop, someone's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

—The intercourse between a man and a woman should be firm and pure.What he needs is an ideal woman who complements each other, improves together, and can deeply understand this.

Kunikida inexplicably remembered what he wrote down in his notebook.After a long time, he saw the reflection of his glasses, and he choked out a sentence: "48 items."

Shuangye: "Huh?"

Kunikida: "...Please don't worry about it."

It's a pity that the person involved didn't intend to explain too much about it, and Shuangye didn't force herself when she saw this. Seeing that the time seemed to be about the same, she smoothed out the folds of the kimono apron and stood up from the seat calmly.

"Just treat this coffee as my treat. Thank you, Mr. Kunikida, for chatting with me for so long. It's time for me to go back to work."

Shimoba picked up the tray on the table, put on the skirt (?) and was about to leave, but Kunikida suddenly choked his neck at this moment, and impulsively said: "Do you want to exchange contact information?"

"Cough—" Half a second later, he quickly added, "I can help you in time if you have difficulties in the future."

The people who eat melons silently: I always feel that I have bumped into the scene of Zhenxiang with my own eyes.

However, Shuang Ye did turn around slowly because of his retention, but unexpectedly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and said something jokingly: "Man, my contact information is very Dear."

Kunikida: "..."

Is there something wrong with this overlord setting? ?

Under the premise that Kunikida doubts life and the masses eat melons, Oda Saku, who had gone out to make a phone call, finally came back with a bouquet of flowers covered in rain.

Seeing this, Shimoba greeted Kunikida behind her, and immediately walked towards him lightly.

"Azuku, I had a good chat with Kunikida-san this time, thank you for helping to connect in the middle."

"It's okay." Odasaku didn't mind this trivial matter. After he finished speaking, he raised the lily bouquet that he had just received to Shimoye, "By the way, there was a little brother who delivered flowers outside the door just now, please let me send you a bouquet of lilies." The bouquet is delivered to you, and it is said to be a gift from a kind Russian."

Shuangye's forward footsteps stopped slowly at that moment.

Because of her eyesight, she saw clearly the card inserted in the center of the bundle of Casablanca, which was hailed as the most beautiful in the world.

It reads in familiar Russian handwriting:

"I wish my love well."

"Throw away the flowers quickly! Zuo——"

The tray in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

However, everyone has no time to take this into consideration. Under Shuangye's loud reminder, a certain image was belatedly poured into the head of the red-haired young man. The bouquet of flowers] quickly left his hands.

It's a pity that it was too late, because the layer of medicine on the wrapping paper completely penetrated into the skin, Odasaku finally couldn't hold on, and his body was in Shimoba's silver eyes that were approaching quickly, filled with intense emotions, Slowly fall down.

Until the moment when he completely fell to the ground, the golden powder on the wrapping paper slightly stained his palm and forehead, and holy spots of light shone on the surface of his skin.

The golden light is like forgiveness from the gods.