After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

263.

Mr. Smith's ferocious face was frozen in the golden light, and then gradually disappeared before my eyes.The machete in his hand was also submerged in the brilliant light.

The surrounding scenery suddenly disappeared, only a small piece of ground under my feet was solid.I have never liked this kind of scene, so like a conditioned reflex, I pulled the air twice with my hand.

Like someone who is about to drown in the sea.

Then unexpectedly, Mr. Chuya took my hand.

It is not so much a grip as a grasp.

He grabbed my hand very quickly, squeezed it lightly, and let go quickly.

It's as if he just saw my panic and wanted to comfort me in this way.

The reason why I say "as if" is because I think his purpose is not only this, but I can't say exactly what he really thinks.

Anyway, I did receive his comfort.

264.

When the strange light faded, I found we were standing in a very traditional European garden.

A slight tingling feeling came from the soles of my feet, and I looked down.

...Is the way to leave the world in the book so simple and rude?

Mr. Nakaya and I really stood directly on top of this mystery novel. ?

Don't people who write novels think dirty?

I feel like I'm starting to have a lot of question marks again.

Then something even more puzzling happened.

A round little raccoon came running over, he stood in front of me and looked up at me, blinking his little bean eyes at the same time.

Ok?

It turns out that Yokohama's ecological environment is so good that even small raccoons can be seen everywhere.

The little raccoon continued to blink.

Difficult, are you looking for me to eat?

Neither do I.

"It probably wants the book."

Mr. Nakaya walked to the ground one step ahead of me, frowned and said, looking at this crispy noodle.

Oh, I see.

I also hurriedly took away the foot that stepped on the book.

No, that's not right?

Why is there a little raccoon who wants to speculate? Hey!

Then in the next second, I watched helplessly as the unknown crispy noodle gentleman picked up the book and ran to the side of the flowers without hesitation.

......

Maybe it's my ignorance.

After all, now that dogs can drive, what's the fuss about a little raccoon coming to fetch a book?

An awkward but polite smile appeared on my face, and I started to brainwash myself like before.

"Chuya-kun, welcome back. How was your vacation?"

Someone made a sound from the side, and I followed the sound and found a set of exquisite metal tables and chairs not far away, with a man and a woman sitting on the left and right respectively.

It was the man who spoke.

In such a hot weather, is it really not hot for him to wear a tight suit and windbreaker?And he was wearing a scarf and gloves? !

His black hair hung down on both sides of his cheeks, and there was a half-smile in his purple-red eyes.

I saw that Mr. Chuya's expression immediately became respectful. He took off his hat and put it on his chest, and then subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee.

Immediately afterwards, the man's eyes suddenly glanced at me, so Mr. Nakaya immediately stopped kneeling, but leaned forward slightly: "Mr. Mori."

It seems that Mr. Mori should be Mr. Chuya's boss.

But why kneel on one knee?

Is this another unknown corporate culture...

When I see my boss, I have to kneel down on one knee to say hello, which means I am loyal to my boss?

But the average company is at most bowing and saying hello.

Annoying.

Is it unique because it is a big company?

After Mr. Nakaya finished his salute, he turned his head and nodded to a beautiful woman in kimono beside him: "Sister Hongye."

The beauty in the kimono responded with a smile, and then turned her gaze to me.

"You should be Shiina Saki, right?"

The beauty in kimono asked aloud.

265.

I took a very close look at the appearance of the beauty in the kimono, and then confirmed that my first reaction was correct.

I don't know this kimono beauty.

I've never seen her in my life either.

Out of politeness, I still nodded, and then I asked my question: "Excuse me... are you?"

The beauty in the kimono lowered her eyes with a smile, her slender fingers were hidden in the wide cuffs, and I saw the small piece of colorful fabric move slightly.

"My concubine's name is Ozaki Koyo."

It didn't look like she was going to explain why she knew me.

I'm starting to get a little confused about what's going on now.

Mr. Nakaya stood aside with a complicated expression on his face.

The man whom he respectfully called "Mr. Mori" got up and broke the deadlock.He had a kind smile on his face, as if I was some kind of junior in their family.

"Mr. Mori" walked in front of me calmly, and stretched out a hand with a white glove to shake my hand.

He leaned over slightly and looked at me, from this distance I could even see the subtle smile lines in the corners of his eyes.

I reached out and shook him lightly, then let go quickly.

"I'm Mori Ogai, a former descendant of your grandfather."

He said so.

Then I watched Mori Ogai pull out a letter from the inside pocket of his coat.

His smile suddenly became wider, and he forced the letter into my hand.

"Can I trouble you to give this letter to your grandfather, Saki."

"Just say it was given to him by his old friend Mori Ogai."

His voice was light and ethereal, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but those purple eyes made me shiver.

There was nothing in those eyes, he was staring at me but not looking at me.

He was looking at someone else through me.

Maybe it was my grandpa.

I blinked uneasily, and finally nodded stiffly and resignedly.

If you refuse, the consequences will probably be disastrous.

My gut tells me so.

Mori Ogai seemed satisfied with my reaction.He straightened up and walked back to the table and chair with his hands behind his back.

When he was about to pass by Mr. Chuya, he suddenly turned his head: "Mr. Chuya, go and take Saxi home. She has been missing for a week, her grandfather must be very worried."

what? !

We spent a week in that mystery novel! !

I suddenly felt that all the colors and sounds around me were far away from me.

In a trance, a line of words slowly floated in front of my eyes.

【Your spring break balance is running low, please be prepared】

266.

For any student, the news that the holidays are coming to an end is the last thing we want to hear.

But under normal circumstances, we only face this painful truth after enjoying a period of freedom.

But this time, it was different.

I didn't enjoy my free nerd moments at all, and I spent most of this spring break in that damn novel, fighting a group of murderers of all stripes!

hateful! !

My precious vacation!

I haven't opened the fat house happy water and matcha ice cream yet!

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Salted fish Sashi, shed tears online.

"Bastard detective! He kept me stuck in a book for a whole week!"

Mr. Chuya uttered angrily.

Oh, like-minded people.

I nodded silently, and in my heart I had classified Mr. Chuya as the camp of [myself].

#As long as you don’t want the holiday to end, we are good brothers#

267.

This time, Mr. Chuya did not choose to drive me back by motorcycle.

He led me out of the garden and into a garage.

I just realized that I was in the garden of the port logistics company just now.

When I got down to the garage, I looked at the high-end sports cars that were parked all around me, and said with emotion: "Mr. Nakaya, is your company's benefits so good?! Everyone can afford a famous brand sports car!"

Mr. Chuya paused when he opened the door, then he turned his head, pondered for two seconds and then said: "Actually, these...are all my cars."

Um? ? !

These?

All!

Are they all Mr. Nakaya's cars? !

Feeling that I have been crushed by money ability, I looked around in shock.

There are at least twenty cars.

Really.

"Mr. Nakaya, your supernatural ability should be super rich, right?"

My hand that opened the door trembled slightly.

Mr. Nakaya seemed a little embarrassed by my teasing. He looked at all kinds of cars around him, then stretched out a hand and scratched his cheek, and said to himself: Not a lot..."

No, really a lot.

I think I may have underestimated Mr. Chuya.

in every sense.

I shed tears of ignorance.

268.

Although it is a sports car, Mr. Nakaya's driving skills are as good as ever.The sports car drove fast and steady, and it didn't make me want to throw up at all.

I nestled in the co-pilot with peace of mind, and somehow my eyes fell on Mr. Nakaya who was driving.

Orange hair hangs quietly on the side of his face, and his eyes are focused on the road in front of him.

I don't know if it's because I've been looking at him for too long. Although Mr. Nakaya didn't look back, he still asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Just kidding, it's impossible for me to tell Mr. Chuya directly that I admire his profile, hey!

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but the movements of his hands were turning the steering wheel very smoothly.

Only then did I realize that the intersection in front of me was my grandpa's home.

"Ah, Mr. Chuya, just stop by the side of the road."

"Don't you need me to drive in?"

I nodded and rejected the proposal with great sincerity: "I have been missing for a week for no reason, and I feel that grandpa will beat me to death as soon as he sees him. Let me face the blast alone."

Nakaya-san made an expression as if he was choking on hearing my answer.

"Ok."

He replied helplessly, then turned off the ignition and parked the car on the side of the road.

After getting out of the car and walking a few steps, I suddenly thought of something.

One, very important thing.

So I turned my head quickly, but fortunately Mr. Nakaya's car was still parked on the side of the road and did not leave.

Seeing me running back again, Mr. Nakaya was obviously very confused.

He opened the car window and poked his head out: "Why did you run back again? Could it be that your grandfather chased and called?"

"No, not at all!" I shook my head, and then started to rummage through the satchel I was carrying.

When I was in the novel, Mr. Nakaya and I were always focused on how to get out of the predicament, which caused me to forget such things.

I handed over the Omoru.

Mr. Nakaya took the amulet and stroked it gently with his fingertips.

"Guardian?"

"That's right! I did it myself!"

I nodded very proudly.

Although the process took a lot of manpower and material resources, but judging from the finished product alone, Mr. Nakaya will definitely mistake me for an ingenious girl!

"Oh, did you waste a lot of effort?"

Nakaya-san looked at me with a smile in his blue eyes and said.

The illusion was almost exposed, and I immediately corrected it with a serious face: "How is it possible? It's just a guard, and I, Saki Shiina, can solve the battle in minutes!"

"Really?"

He didn't look convinced, and a chuckle escaped his throat after hearing my feeble excuse.

I nodded solemnly.

"It's true."

I saw Mr. Chuya put the Omori into the inner pocket of the vest, and put his hands on the steering wheel again.

Just as Mr. Chuya was about to say something, a roar suddenly came from behind me.

"Saki Shiina!!!"

I shuddered, then turned my head abruptly.

"Grandpa, grandpa?!"