funeral

When checking out the next day, the front desk smiled meaningfully at them and asked how the night was going from time to time.As far as he knew, two handsome men had ordered room service late last night, in a hurry for a jar of salt.

It may be nothing to ordinary people, but as an alternative lover, he knows it well.With the auxiliary tools rising to this level, the battle must be extremely fierce...

Ito knew that the other party would be wrong, so he didn't bother to defend himself, but Kirishima, who was on the side, had a bad taste, and simply leaned on Ito's shoulder and groaned, which attracted many people's attention.

Forget it, he is a patient, let him go... Ito reminded himself all the time.

Ito sent the poor bastard back to the apartment, intending to make some digestible staple food, but there was nothing in the refrigerator except beer.

"Please, I've only been here for two days, so I don't have time to shop!" The other party was confident.

"But don't you have enough time to transform this place into a post-war scene?"

Looking at the garbage on the floor, Ito felt a headache and went around the Pacific Ocean, but he still had to be a free nanny in the end.

He asked Kirishima how long he planned to stay here so that he could use it as a reference for the next selection of ingredients, but the other party couldn't tell why.

"Japan is so boring. That old guy talks everywhere, and no one dares to play with me...By the way, how long do you have to go back to China?"

"Nine months, if the roommate doesn't snore."

"Hey~ You still live with someone..." Kirishima narrowed his eyes teasingly, "Would you like to move to my house, then we can go back together... There is no accommodation fee, as long as you cook on time every day... you don't I know how terrible the Japanese restaurants here are!"

Ito looked around the apartment. Although the exterior was old, the interior decoration was very modern. It was located in the east of Lexington Avenue and the transportation was quite convenient.More critically, it was only a few blocks away from his medical school.

But with Takarazuka's financial resources, shouldn't the Young Master live in a higher-end location?

"This is my mother's house," Kirishima explained as if seeing his doubts, "The old bastard got me a set of co-ops before, but I will live here most of the time..."

He picked up the photo on the table, "My mother was a famous courtesan back then, she could roam freely among various men, but I never expected to fall into his hands..."

"What now?" Ito asked.

"Maybe she's dead?" Kirishima tilted her head in thought, "I left a suicide note when I was five years old and left, and never came back after that. The law has ruled her dead."

"……Feel sorry."

"...Suddenly I'm not used to this kind of tone...Then do you want to move here?"

Ito nodded, as a default.But then I felt a little uneasy, is this really okay, what if that guy takes advantage of others again?

It turns out that he was overthinking, and it was Kirishima himself who really regretted it.

Several times, when he got up in the middle of the night to take a urinate, he saw Ito squatting silently in the bathroom, his face was covered with blood, and the scalpel was dangling slightly dazzling.

Several times, he woke up from his dream, and met Ito's flickering eyes, begging and threatening to let him do a live autopsy experiment.

Several times, he asked Ito to get out of the house immediately, but the other party always snorted, "Yes, you just can't eat authentic Japanese ramen anyway."

So...why provoke this person for no reason?Kirishima's face was full of pain, he had never been so eager to return to his father.

Nagasawa picked up the teacup with the rabbit pattern on it, and pushed the matching macarons to the opposite side.He has never liked sweet western pastries, and this shiny, pink shop.

"You don't seem to be used to it here."

"Hmm..." Nagasawa looked at the girls in dresses gathered outside for afternoon tea, "No matter which one is too dazzling."

"I used to be one of them."

Aizawa Yuki smiled. In the past six months, her dressing style has changed a lot. It is no longer the appearance she saw in the photos at first. Maybe Goro's death forced her to grow up. The princess who took care of her carefully finally Still have to come out of the castle.

"Did the team leader ask you to come to me?"

Yuxi shook her head, "I decided on my own... After all, he is the person who will marry in the future. I want to know more... I believe he won't mind."

It's hard to say... Nagasawa has a headache.

"Actually, I've always known what he's thinking, and I won't try to resist," Yuki lowered his head and stirred the black tea, "so I'll be careful...not to trouble Mr. Nagasawa."

Do all the girls in the Aizawa group have such a resigned attitude towards marriage?Nagasawa couldn't understand.

But speaking of this, no matter how reluctant he is, he can't hate Yuki, who is also a victim. After all, they are all that person's pawns.

Nagasawa was a little dazed, he felt that he could not understand that man more and more, and he didn't understand what the other party wanted.Does it matter if you keep a girl by your side like a pet, even if you know that her heart is not with you?

Nagasawa thought of Ito, what kind of relationship did they get along with all this time?

He admitted that at the beginning, he just took advantage of the other party's determination and used that person as a plaything for entertainment.But gradually, he felt that was not enough.He was always afraid that Ito would leave, so he kept making excuses to keep him by his side... Is he the same as Aizawa Masao?

No, it's different... right?

It is Nagasawa himself who is really inseparable from the other party. He is so dependent that he makes a mistake in the relationship of affiliation.

Ito has never been anyone's appendage, but an independent warm harbor, a place that can accommodate him at any time.

Ito is home to him, the only home.

Such a simple relationship, why didn't I figure it out until now?

Ah, because people only want to go home when they are hurt.

But now, his home...

Nakajima Hiroyuki is an ordinary detective who belongs to the 7th Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Investigative Section [-]. His daily work is to arrest pickpockets and investigate group theft cases.

The 29-year-old has performed well, has an excellent record, and has the ability to never forget. He can be transferred to a higher position, but because he is too straightforward and offended many colleagues, such a matter has been put on hold.

Nakajima, who was born in an orphanage, doesn't have many friends. The best relationship is Aoba, who has been playing since he was a child.

Recently, he has been investigating a group crime day and night, and all the messages on his mobile phone have been ignored by him.It wasn't until I was free that I realized that Aoba, who always cherished words like gold, had sent a lot of messages.

The meeting place was located in a bustling area in the city center, Aoba was calling Nakajima's mobile phone in the phone booth, and the other party was leaning against the railing not far away to talk back.

One is an active agent, and the other is a member of a violent organization. Their opposing identities prevent them from meeting casually.

"I told you in advance that I can't disclose anything about work."

For Nakajima, principles are the most important, but Aoba who can work under Nagasawa is not so easy to deal with.

"I think there are police/officials among you who have put themselves in danger," said such an astonishing lie, the man was still calm, "Ruotou lost a gold watch at the funeral before, and the monitoring showed that it was most likely this people."

After hearing this, Nakajima reached out to the trash can beside him, and there was a kraft paper bag inside.

"This must be something doubtful about you guys..." He looked at the photo, the portrait was not very clear, but years of investigation experience allowed him to immediately distinguish, "Senior Yuan has his own principles in doing things. It’s not going to be done as a last resort.”

"Oh, so it's really the police."

"...What is 'really a policeman'? Eh?" Nakajima patted his head, and suddenly realized, "You kid is trying to trick me?!"

He looked at the phone booth reflexively, but the people inside had long since disappeared.

The next second, a thank you text message popped up on the screen of the phone where the call was interrupted.

Angrily, Nakajima threw the document back into the trash can.

This is no longer something that can be solved with a meal of sushi, why does this guy make one every time? !

Nakajima sat dejectedly on the curb railing, but soon his attention was attracted by a passing woman.

Her bag, to be exact.

How could a young woman carry such an unsightly thing on the street?It's almost like an alloy box for gangs/gangs.

There will be such doubts, not because of Nakajima's gossip, but because of his professional habits.But before he could think about it, a man ran past the woman and quickly snatched her box away.

"Hey, stop!"

Dare to rob in broad daylight, this kid is brave enough...

Seeing this, Nakajima immediately chased after him. With long hands and long legs, he grabbed the opponent in a short while and scuffled him on the ground.

During the tearing process, the box fell out of the man's hand and fell in the middle of the road, and the passers-by on the side burst into screams.

Nakajima easily subdued him, dragged him towards the box.The excessive impact makes it open, and the contents inside can be seen at a glance.After seeing the things inside clearly, Nakajima froze on the spot, and he finally knew why the pedestrians were yelling.

He looked around for the owner, but the other party seemed to have disappeared.

Hey, what's going on... Even if it's a prop, it's too realistic, right?

"Thank you very much for taking the time to chat with me. I had a great time today."

At the end, Nagasawa sent Yuki to the car and told the driver to drive slowly.

After getting along for a long time, he felt that this girl was quite cute. In his life, there had never been a female role like a sister, so he decided to cherish this opportunity.

"Mr. Nagasawa," Yuki called him when he was about to leave, with uneasiness in his eyes, "Have you ever thought that my father's car accident...maybe it wasn't an accident?"

"What?" Nagasawa thought he had heard wrong.

"I don't know why I have such an idea, but..."

Nagasawa immediately interrupted her, and asked in a low voice, "Who else have you mentioned this to?"

"Only Brother Masao..." The girl's tone was very aggrieved, "But he said that always mentioning such things would make me have bad memories, so he let it go... I think Mr. Nagasawa was appointed by Brother Masao My marriage partner must be someone I can trust, so..."

Nagasawa reached out and touched Yuki's head, telling her that it was getting late and it was time to go home, and ended the conversation unilaterally.

Even if she has a blood relationship with Aizawa Masahiko, it is difficult to ensure that she will not get into trouble because of this in the future. After all, that person is a guy who can even kill his own uncle.

Nagasawa sighed, is there another person to worry about now?

Yuxi was crying but had no choice but to watch Nagasawa leave.When people walked away, she wiped away her tears and looked at the lovely coffee shop before.

Ten minutes later, the pastry chef who was busy in the back kitchen took a pot of boiling hot water and poured it directly on the faces of the girls.

The author has something to say:

Is the style of painting in this chapter a little bit back, let’s ignore the part of Kirishima Ito for the time being?

I struggled for a long time when shaping the character of Yuki Aizawa, and discussed and discussed with Xiba, but in the end I still couldn't decide whether she was good or bad.Finally, I went over the characters on the table before making up my mind.

Let’s just leave it at that, it will be very busy in the future, and there may be no way to make weekly changes. In fact, I really admire those who type out the [-]D in minutes (don’t look for excuses for being lazy!