[Net King Conan] The blue sea and blue sky are like a guest

Nodded, "Perhaps you would like to see the activities of the cultural club?"

A tea party held by a tea ceremony club.But Qing Kong really doesn't understand Japanese tea ceremony, let alone Japanese tea ceremony, she doesn't understand Chinese tea art either, she always drinks tea like a cow...

But the tea made by the members of the tea ceremony club is quite delicious.Qingkong drank very slowly, staring at Renzu almost all the time, he took a step, she followed suit.

Bowing his head and drinking the last sip of tea, Qingkong didn't see the smile in Ninzuzu's eyes, and naturally he didn't notice that when she looked away, Ninzuzu was always looking at her.

"Is the tea good?" Renzu asked after leaving the classroom of the tea ceremony club.

"It's delicious, but I'm a little tired after drinking it." Qingkong smiled, "Everyone is so serious, I don't feel like I'm drinking tea, but a meeting in the conference room of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Pfft—" Ninzu couldn't help laughing. Just as he was about to say something, the door of the classroom in front was opened, and a small group of people came out. The person in front of him still had Qingkong's familiar ink stains on his body.

"The calligraphy club over there?"

"Are you interested?" Renzu blocked the clear sky and passed by a group of people coming over there.

"Yeah," Qingkong looked into the classroom, and there was a row of tables with rice paper, ink, paperweights, and brushes hanging on the pen holder... "What kind of activity is it? Copying or writing casually?"

"I can copy it, and I can play it as I like." A member of the club came to them when he heard Qing Kong's words, "The words copied are closer to the calligraphy master's characters, and the free play is everyone's free judgment."

Qing Kong's eyes lit up, "I'm good at this! I'll try." She looked at Renzu, "Wait for me."

"Go." Renzu smiled and took Qingkong's bag.

Qingkong leaned over and took a look at the works of masters on display... She doesn't know these, okay... Isn't there any master of Chinese calligraphy?

"What's wrong?" Shinobu saw that Qingkong was frowning all the time, and asked in the past.

"I don't know any of these people. It seems that there are no works of Chinese calligraphers." Qingkong pursed her lips, "I don't want to write anymore, let's go."

Chinese calligrapher? "Wait," Kawahara Narumi stopped the two of them, "Ninzu-kun... Concubine-san?"

"Kawara-san." Shinobu nodded and greeted.

They know each other?Qingkong glanced at them back and forth, "He Yuan-san." After all, he was also a classmate for a semester, so it's not likely that he will lose his memory so soon and lose his acquaintance.

"Fei Sang, it's not that there are no works of Chinese calligraphers, but they are all in the back, and few people choose." He Yuan led them to a row of tables in the back, where Qingkong saw the familiar Liu, Ou, Yan, Zhao, There are also Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo's running script, and cursive script... and Song Huizong's thin gold body.

"Why? Is it too simple?"

"..." Kawara Chengmei's mouth twitched, "No, it's too difficult."

Qingkong has already rolled up her sleeves and is getting ready.She first wrote one, which was the first two sentences of the hanging Zhao Mengfu copybook.

After Kawara Chengmei saw it, her eyes widened.Unexpectedly, she didn't even look at the words she wrote, she turned around and ran to the other side, and wrote four lines of words, which were in thin gold style.

Right to left, top to bottom.

"Only plum blossoms are here, and the fragrance is as old as ever."

"How many things in the past and present are all in the joke."

This time Qing Kong finished writing and put away the pen, but she looked at her handwriting carefully. Although these two poems were not in the same poem, she didn't care, and she didn't realize that another picture of her handwriting had already aroused Xiao Xiao. Little sensation. "Hmm... still not that strong, it looks soft." Qing Kong commented on himself. "Sure enough, the emperor is not an ordinary person."

Before a large group of people rushed up, he left the classroom.

Seeing that Ren Zuzu was holding the piece of rice paper that he managed to save, Qing Kong smiled and said, "I can write to you again if you want, why bother?"

Renzu just put away the rice paper, "I didn't know you could do calligraphy."

"There's a lot you don't know." Qingkong took his bag, "I started practicing calligraphy when I was four years old, and it's been 20 years. Except for Zhao Mengfu's handwriting, I haven't made much progress." Qingkong raised his head, " Although I practice Zhao style, I like Huizong's thin golden body the most. It's just a pity that people nowadays don't have the spirit of emperors, and they can't write the characters of emperors. Her own domineering is the kind of natural domineering that was born in Tian and grew up in Tian's family. Sigh."

20 years?Ren Zu felt strange, but did not delve into it at this time. "I think you write very well." Ren Zu quietly touched the rice paper in his pocket, "The pen is strong and powerful, without losing its strength, but also soft and comfortable. This is your unique style."

Qingkong was overjoyed at being praised, "Then I would like to thank everyone Renzu for your compliment!"

"I'm not talking nonsense." Renzu pushed his glasses seriously, "I like it very much."

Qing Kong was amused by his appearance, "I know, Ninzu-kun who is not talking nonsense."

044 Exhibition match

"Senior Renzu!" Not long after they left the calligraphy club, they were stopped by someone running from a distance.

He was a tall boy with silver-white curly hair... a little familiar.

"Feng?" Ninzu seemed to remember something suddenly, "Has it already started?"

"What started?" Qingkong asked, she searched in her bag, and found the cultural festival program list that Renzu had given her... "Sports Club Exhibition Competition"... Could it be what she thought?

"The tennis club also has an exhibition match, and Shishido and I were decided by lottery."

"Then hurry up?" Qingkong looked at Renzu who hadn't moved at all, a little puzzled.

"You..." Renzu knew that Qing Kong had no interest in tennis.

"It's already here, why don't I watch this grand event?" Qing Kong smiled, "Let's go, since I agreed, I definitely won't let go. Don't worry. Besides, I also want to know about the relationship between you and Shi. Who can win Hu Sang? I heard that he is much higher than before."

"Since it's an exhibition match, there is naturally an element of performance. How do you know that there will be a winner?" Renzu said as he walked towards the tennis court.

"Even if it's an exhibition match, it's still a competition. Why can't you tell the winner? Unless you have discussed it before. Or... you are not fighting each other, but fighting with other people separately?"

"Now I tell you that there is no suspense." Renzu smiled, and they had already arrived at the gate of the tennis club's office. "Are you waiting for me outside?"

"Shall I go to the stadium first?" Qingkong glanced at the club office. The outside room is a place similar to a living room. There is a sofa against the wall, an oval coffee table in front of the sofa, and a long row of computers on the other side. , at a glance, there are about seven or eight units.On the right side, there is a row of cabinets that look like members' lockers.

"The stadium is crowded now, you and I will walk through the players' aisle later, so as not to be crowded with so many people." Renzu pushed Qingkong into the door, and opened another door by himself, "I'm going to change clothes."

Sunny turned his head.

Renzu was a little disappointed, but he recovered immediately. If Qingkong really wanted to see him change clothes, he really didn't know how to react...

Qingkong looked at the furnishings in the room. There were eight cabinets, eight computers, eight shelves on the other side, and even eight cups under the coffee table...

"Click."

Qingkong looked over, "So fast?" Renzuzu had already changed into his sportswear, and still held a tennis racket in his hand.

"Let's go." Renzu closed the door of the locker room, "After entering the arena later, you go directly to Hiji, and I will let him occupy a seat for you."

"It's so worry-free to have you here." Qing Kong picked up the bag. "Your society has eight copies of everything, so it can't be that only a few of you from the school team are using it?"

They have already walked to the promenade, "Yes, this is the main selection of the tennis club, there are other places for ordinary players." Shinozu adjusted his wristband, "Tomorrow night, can you be my dance partner?"

That seems to be the wristband she gave her. I didn't expect the wristband to be so resistant, and it hasn't broken yet... Qingkong's thinking is a little bit off..."Huh?"

Renyu felt that there were too many people and didn't want to participate, so she explained, "This year is a masquerade ball, and no one will recognize it."

"Ah... don't you have a partner?"

"I want to invite you?" Renzu's voice was a little vague, and Qingkong heard the shouts from outside getting louder.

"I……"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." Renzu said close to Qingkong, then pushed her back and walked out of the passage.

"Concubine."

Qingkong saw Hijiruo in the passage leading to the auditorium.

It really made her guess.Ninjazu and Shishido are not rivals.

Yushi Ninata, by looking at his face and temperament, will make people forget that he is still an athlete.To be honest, Qingkong has never seen Ninja play. Although when I was studying in Ice Emperor, I often heard that Ninzu was very good, and Ninja was the military advisor of Ice Emperor, but I was still a little worried that a bookish person like him would play. ...

Will you be bullied?

Qingkong didn't know Renzuzu's opponent, but after Rijiruo's popular science, he also had a little understanding of his style.The opponent is a player who wins with strength and speed.

In the end, she endured enough to make her big, open, eye-catching, and bounded.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Qingkong bowed his back, quickly left the auditorium, and returned to the corridor called "player tunnel" by Ninzuzu.

Ren Zuzu's eyes turned around in the auditorium, but he didn't see Qingkong's figure.After thinking about it for a while, he knew where Qingkong had gone, and he left the stadium while everyone was making noise.

really.The clear sky is at the gate of the social office.

Almost everyone has gone to watch the game. After the tennis game, there are other sports. The office building is empty and very quiet.

"Congratulations." Qingkong was leaning against the door and bowed his head to think about something, when he heard Renzu's breathing, he raised his head and congratulated him. "You are really good. I really watched your game this time, can I say that?"

Renzu recalled that oolong incident, and couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Qingkong changed the topic, after all, even Miura couldn't tell what she was thinking. "You really impress me. I used to think that you... are very bookish, even if you play ball, you must be very..." Qing Kong smiled, "I guess it's probably Yagyu Hiroshi's kind of gentleman's style of play. But ...Looking at it now, it is not without reason that you are called 'a wolf of the Ice Emperor'."

"A wolf of the Ice Emperor?" Renzu couldn't laugh or cry, where did such a messy name come from?

"It's written in your Ice Emperor's school magazine, um, although it's not under normal circumstances, do you know that someone in your school nicknamed you 'Kansai Wolf'?"

"..." Renzu pressed his forehead, "I know a little bit, but," he smiled wryly, "this kind of thing can't be withdrawn just because you want to."

"At least in my opinion, you are not someone who will be disturbed by the outside world." Qing Kong changed the bag and took it in another hand, "If you live your life listening to other people's voices all day, then how about those celebrities who are scolded on the Internet? Not all going to die."

Renzu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and there was something Qingkong couldn't understand in his smile, "I'll pick you up tomorrow night?" It wasn't as firm as before.

"I've heard about Ice Emperor's Last Night Festival, how did it become a masquerade?" Qing Kong rolled his eyes, "You participated?"

"That's right, I'm from the Overseas Exchange Committee."

"Is it related to the student union?" Qingkong was a little confused.

"It's not very relevant, but I made a suggestion to Atobe. He also thinks it's boring to always be the same. After all, this is the last year of junior high school. His family has already revealed the intention to send him to study abroad."

"I guess it's about the same. Miki told me not only the Atobe family, but also the Miura family."

"So, in the last year's Eve Festival, there must be some different designs to make it unforgettable."

"The masquerade ball... is unforgettable?" Qing Kong didn't understand, "Could it be that the one-night stand after the ball is unforgettable?"

"Pfft——" Renzu took Qingkong into the office, drinking water to quench his thirst, never thought that Qingkong would suddenly say, "cough cough——"

"Are you okay?" Qingkong saw that Renzu was coughing badly, "I just said it casually, don't take it to heart, I know that although you are students of Bingdi, you will not be so casual."

"Cough cough," Renzu calmed down, "At any rate, you can be regarded as an exchange student at Bingdi for a semester, so why are you talking nonsense..."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any opinion on Ice Emperor, but, as you know, Ice Emperor's reputation outside is actually mixed. Some students are really doing bad things because of their good family background. This is a fact. Of course it's good. There are many, but reputation is not easy to go well, but it is much easier to wipe it black." Qingkong spread his hands, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, anyway, you are going to graduate, Atobe wants Going to study abroad, how about you? How do you plan?"

"Maybe I will stay in Bingdi to finish high school, maybe I will go abroad." Shinozu didn't give a clear answer.

"Oh, everyone seems to be similar." Qing Kong nodded, "I probably have to go out too."

"Are you going out too?" Enduring surprise, he...hasn't heard of it at all.That's right, since Qingkong returned to Dao Lihai, the chances of them meeting like this have become much less.It is also difficult for him to find out the situation of the clear sky from many sources.

"Yes, but I don't know the specific situation. I still have to take the central exam. If I can't pass it there, I will finish high school here." Qingkong didn't want to say more, after all, it was not finalized , "Call me before you come tomorrow night, I don't know if I can get away." I don't know what happened recently, one case after another, Miura complained to her several times because she was too busy at work to even go home I can't go back.

"Okay, then it's settled." Seeing that the matter was half done, he simply agreed, anyway, he still has other ways tomorrow.

Sunday afternoon.

Things are not going well.The white bone, the bone is complete and intact, without any damage, and the soil under the bone has also been tested, and there is no poisonous composition.It's hard to tell if it was a natural death.Moreover, now only the gender, age, and height of the owner of the skeleton can be guessed, and it is very difficult to find this person.

On the thing considered to be the murder weapon, there was only a trace of a person.

However, one thing is certain, that is, this person has been dead for more than ten years.

"It's already five o'clock, are you hungry?" Imai came out of the autopsy room and asked, he was the last one to take a shower.

"It's already five o'clock..." Miura glanced at the wall clock in the office and yawned, "I hope today..." No overtime work.

Qingkong understands what he means, it is best not to say such things in the mouth of the forensic doctor, sometimes the more you say it, the crow's mouth becomes worse.

"It's five o'clock, I'm really hungry." Qing Kong stretched his arms, huh?It's five o'clock? "Oh my god." She found her mobile phone from the drawer and quickly called Meiji.

"Hello? Clear sky?"

"Miki? Are you home?"

"I'm outside, what's wrong?"

"I need a dress, can you find one for me?"

"Want to attend the banquet? Who's?" Meiji thought for a while, recently there was a birthday banquet for her grandfather, and those people who were acquainted and who sent invitations didn't come in November.

"I promised my friends to attend the Ice Emperor's Last Night Festival, but I almost forgot, where can I get a dress and a mask now?"

"A mask? A masquerade?"

"Yeah... wait a minute, aren't you also a student of Ice Empress? Why do you act like you don't know at all?"

"We've all played tricks for junior high school students, haven't we?" Miki said lazily, "Except for graduates, high school students rarely participate in the after-night festival."

"That……"

"I'll order one for you now and send it to you. By the way, when will the dance start?"

"It seems to be eight o'clock."

"..." Meiji said helplessly, "Okay, you can just wait in the Metropolitan Police Department, I will let Kawasaki go, remember to pick her up, she can't enter the gate of your place."

"..." This time it was Qingkong who was speechless.

045 Tracing

Qingkong finally understands why everyone thinks the masquerade ball is a good idea.

Even if you are rejected, you don't know who you are.Even if you reject others, you don't know who you are.No one will know who you are even if you dance with someone who used to get knifed in the eye when you get too close.

After dancing around, Qingkong waved her hand, "My feet hurt." Meiji sent her five centimeter shoes, although they were only five centimeters, they were stiletto heels.Who knows who wears it.

Let her dance all night in this thing, it is better to let her go back to work all night.

"I'm going to get a drink." Renzu helped Qing Kong to the sofa in the rest area, said a word, turned and left.

Haruka finally let out a sigh of relief as she freed her heel from the shoe.

"I didn't expect to meet on such an occasion."

Clear sky looked over, under the dim light, the other party was wearing a mask again, it was difficult to recognize... The other party lifted the mask and put it on again, the whole process did not take more than a second.

"Miyamoto?! Hiss—" Shouting in surprise, he accidentally touched the worn skin, and the pain was so painful that the clear sky gasped.

"So surprised?" Miyamoto lowered his voice and sat next to Qingkong.This is a small corner that is not noticed, which is why Qingkong and Ninzuzu chose this seat.

"Why are you here?"

"Where do you think I will talk to you? At your grandfather's birthday party?" Miyamoto slumped on the sofa indifferently, "That's not a good place to talk."

"Could it be here?" Qingkong asked, "At least I can have a room in Ogata's house. There are so many people here. Do you know who will hear it, who will tell it, and who will know it after wearing it?"

"Then do you think that if you met a man alone in the ancestral home of the Ogata family, your grandfather would ignore him? I'm afraid he will be able to find out exactly what you are doing by then."

Qing Kong calmed down, "Then you should find a safe place." She looked around, "What's the name here?"

"Don't worry, children haven't done anything crazy. Cultural festivals are just for crazy fun. Who would stop to see what others are doing and listen to what others want to do at such a time?" Miyamoto patted reassuringly. Pat Qingkong on the back, "I just came to ask, have you made any progress?"

"No, I've been busy for the past two weeks. But your (dossier), I went into the file room and looked, and it's no different from the one you gave me. It seems that we still have to find that (policeman)."

Probably only Miyamoto knows what is omitted in the parentheses of Qingkong. "I know, I've been waiting for so many years, don't stress, I don't want you to give me the result at this time."

"I know," Qingkong suddenly caught a glimpse of Renzu coming this way, "you go, someone is coming."

"Your new boyfriend?" Miyamoto teased before leaving.

Just a second before Qingkong picked up the shoes and threw him, he heard Renzu's voice, "Did you come to invite you to dance?"

"No, one asking for directions."

Shinobu: "..."

Qingkong: "..." I really want to slap myself. "I mean, he came to ask me how to get to the bathroom. It seems that he is not a student of Ice Emperor, but probably someone from outside the school."

"Yeah." Renzu didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't ask, and Qing Kong didn't continue to talk, so as not to make too many mistakes.

"My grandfather's birthday party next Wednesday, are you interested?" Qingkong took a sip of the drink that Ninzuzu handed over, um, it's orange juice, "I heard that people from the Sanada family will also go, and there seems to be Tezuka's family, I Not very clear, but I heard from Miki that they all play tennis well, so you should have some conversations. Of course, the one you are most familiar with should be Atobe. If you go, I will ask Ueno to give you the invitation tomorrow Send it over, Ogata's old house is not as easy to enter as my cousin's house."

"Okay. But what about Ueno?"

"Oh, by the way, the last time you met was Butler Yokoyama." Qingkong remembered, "Ueno is my butler here. Miki found me, and it turned out to be Butler Yokoyama's deputy. Otherwise, I'd let Ito, go, Ito, you have seen it many times."

"all good."

The day before the birthday party, Qing Kong, accompanied by Miki, went back to the old house to meet his grandfather Nobuaki Ogata.This is a very kind old man.It's not that Qingkong hasn't seen him before, it's just that he gives Qingkong a strong impression, and he's not as kind and kind as he appears on the surface.However, he was very kind to his granddaughter, and he never said anything serious. Even Qingkong wanted to go to China to study, and he finally agreed.Moreover, at this time, he didn't propose to marry her in the future, or to get in touch with the children of those aristocratic families now so that they can marry in the future.

But the only thing that is a little uncomfortable is that I met Ni Tianxin again at the banquet.Grandfather didn't say anything about Nida Nobu's actions, and it seemed, it seemed, that he did exactly what she wanted.She can do whatever she wants.

But she can't really do anything to others.

Looking back later, December this year was really a "knowing blow".

"Morning, concubine."

"Morning." Qing Kong greeted the other party, but she didn't remember who the other party was.Probably from the criminal department, at least he got off the elevator on the criminal department floor.

"Hey," it was Bai He, "it's very early today."

Qingkong glanced at his watch, and it was only 07:30, "Anyway, I have nothing to do today, so I came early, besides, I have to leave early today." The case in question was to be frozen in the freezer for the second autopsy, which happened to be today.

As a result, when he entered the door, Miura changed his clothes, "It's about time, there is a new case."

"I heard," Bai He put his things away, "it must be the police who sent him in the morning."

"Police?" Qing Kong put the phone in the drawer, "I came back from the building next door, and I didn't hear anything along the way."

"It's a retired old policeman. He was found dead at home by community patrol officers early this morning. He was so cold when he found out." Seeing that both of them were well, Miura took them to the autopsy room, "I've been retired for more than ten years. , I didn’t expect to encounter such a thing.” Miura handed over a splint, “This is the basic information.”

Bai He took it and looked at it, "Daisuke Fukuyama, 65 years old, retired due to injury 18 years ago..."

"What?" Qing Kong was stunned for a moment, "What did you just say his name was?"

"Daisuke Fukuyama." Seeing Qingkong's expression wrong, Baihe showed her the information on the splint.

It doesn't matter what name is written on the profile.Because they had already entered the dissecting room, Qing Kong saw the person lying on the cold dissecting table.

A burst of dizziness struck, and Qingkong almost couldn't stand still, but fortunately, Miura was there to support her. "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell today?" Miura knew that she had been preparing for the entrance exam because of skipping grades, but the number of times she came to the Metropolitan Police Department was not much less than before.

A chill ran up his back.Clear Sky collected herself, but she couldn't see how pale she was now. "I just visited him three days ago, this police officer Fukuyama." For the case of Miyamoto.

Miura's expression also changed.

Because of Fukuyama Daisuke's incident, Qing Kong cannot intervene in this case for the time being.Because she refused to say why she went to Fukuyama Daisuke, all the cases she handled had nothing to do with Fukuyama Daisuke.And Daisuke Fukuyama...

"You went to the file room four days ago to transfer the files of the Mishima Kenichi case." Because Qingkong couldn't go to work for the time being, Miura had no choice but to make an appointment with her outside.After all, Daisuke Fukuyama has retired for more than ten years, and he retired early due to injury, so the police in charge investigated his previous experience and found that Daisuke Fukuyama was originally affiliated to the Special Investigation Department 1, which is usually responsible for unresolved incidents. Continue investigation and special investigation of forcible offenses.But sometimes there is something special. Daisuke Fukuyama was the direct handler of Miyamoto's father's case at the beginning, and he didn't send it from someone else.And Kenichi Mishima was an important part of Miyamoto Kazuichi's case 30 years ago.

However, Daisuke Fukuyama has handled too many cases, and it is impossible to determine which case caused the fatal disaster.There are not too many cases where the criminals who were caught were released from prison or the relatives and friends of the criminals killed the original criminal police.

"What's the matter?" Qingkong took a sip of coffee, he hadn't worked recently, but he was not used to it.It was just a day off, and I found that I had nothing to do except study.

"Why are you investigating Mishima Kenichi? I don't remember any of your cases involving Mishima Kenichi."

"Does the bombing at Mishima's house count?" Clear Sky held the mug, "The focus of the Mishima bombing was not on drugs, but on documents. Have you ever wondered why it was such a coincidence that Kenichi Mishima would All the long-term documents were burned? Mishima Kenichi himself was not clean, although he was not caught at the beginning, but I don’t believe he didn’t touch his hands at all, otherwise, why is the other party so anxious?”

Qing Kong glanced out the window, there were people coming and going outside, and everyone was in a hurry, but everyone didn't know when and how they would face death.

"I didn't think the other party was going for something I cared about, but I just went to Police Officer Fukuyama, and he was killed. Isn't it enough to make me think about it?"

"What case are you... for?"

"This is a little personal matter of mine." Qing Kong refused to answer, "Sorry."

Miyamoto Kazuichi's case was not an unsolved case, but it was closed very hastily at the time. It was written in the file that he fell into the sea by mistake, and no body was found.

According to Miyamoto, his father had indeed fallen into the sea, and according to the circumstances (as described by his mother), the chances of surviving were slim.However, the dossier didn't mention anything about his father's cause of the accident or his involvement in it.It can't be a convulsion, so I ran to the cruise ship and then fell into the sea, right?

"Xiaoqing?" Miura interrupted Qingkong's meditation, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Clear Sky asked Miura, "Is there anything else?"

"It's okay." Miura sighed, "There is nothing our department can't solve. What's stuck now is your business."

"What can I do? Just during this time, I have to work harder, and I have to pass the central exam. Otherwise..." What if I can't go to school anywhere?

"You should feel it too." Miura couldn't say anything about Qingkong, so he stopped asking.This guy Qingkong seems to be easy to talk, but if she doesn't want to say it, no one can get half a word from her mouth.

"Of course." Qingkong nodded, "I don't think the Metropolitan Police Department will let go of my clues so easily."

"You really think highly of yourself." Miura snorted lightly, "You are just here... just some small shrimps, and big fish are not here."

"The big fish is...forget it, I won't ask." Qing Kong leaned back on the chair, "I'd better not get involved, right?" But how is it possible?She has stepped into the mire.

Miyamoto sent Qing Kong a bodyguard and driver. He said his name was Yuan Shan, but she thought it was a fake name.

Yuan Shan is now in the car outside, and now Qingkong is picked up by him to and from school every day, and Ito directly complains that he has robbed him of his work.

written request for leave

Today I feel very dizzy, and I can’t read on my computer or my mobile phone.

I won't be able to turn on the computer for these two days, so don't wait for the update.

Go to bed early and get up early, pay attention to your body. -()

ps It took 5 minutes to type these few words

pps don't worry, I won't cheat

046 snow mountain

"Clear Sky." A familiar deep voice came from beside him.

"Ninjazu?" Qing Kong was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet Ninzuzu here.

"I heard that you don't work there anymore." Ren Zuo sat across from Qingkong and looked around. This is neither a borrowing room nor a self-study room, and he can still say a few words. "What happened?"

"To avoid suspicion. I don't participate in the case." Qingkong said simply. "Why are you here?"

"Apart from coming to you, what reason do I have to come to the library every day?"

"You... don't you want to take the notes back?"

"..." I choked on my feet.You play a roundabout with the opponent, and the opponent plays a straight ball with you; you play a straight ball with the opponent, and the opponent makes a roundabout with you. "It was for you, how could I get it back. It's just a little strange, why are you not on the Kanagawa side. I have been to Lihai's library. Although the collection of books is not comparable to that of Ice Emperor, there are many study rooms. "He knows that Qingkong is very unwilling to take extra roads, even if there is a car to pick him up.

"It's a little noisy over there." Qingkong said helplessly, "Students in the third grade go to the library more often, and more boys and girls in the lower grades go with them." There is a goddess in the shooting club in Lihai's third grade, How many juniors are her fans.It's just that they only dared to watch from the outside and discuss by the way, who made her have the gentle appearance of Yamato Nadeko, and at the same time, God gave her the character of a big devil. "Hasn't the Ice Emperor ever appeared? According to the fighting power of the Ice Emperor's cheerleading squad..."

"Haven't you seen it? It just makes them more organized."

"It makes sense." Qingkong smiled, "Ice Emperor's cheerleading squad is like a cult organization. Those who say that there are no heaven and no earth are gods from the sky, and only the fairies who are above the nine heavens are worthy of you."

"Whether it is the Goddess of Nine Heavens or not, I have the final say." Renzu followed Qingkong and left the cabinet and went to the study room, "My girlfriend, my wife, do you need someone else to decide whether the shoes are suitable or not? Whether it fits or not, only the feet know."

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that it is difficult for him to stay with Qingkong for so long.It was getting late, he sent Qingkong out, watched her get into the car of Ogata's house, then returned to the library, and got the letter that Qingkong sent today.

He opened the letter on the tram home.

At this time, there were not many people in the car, and the car was empty, echoing the sound of the train moving.

"When I was in elementary school, I learned a text, which said: People are either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. But I didn't realize until I got in touch with it that even if it is lighter than a feather, it is still a life that everyone remembers. More people die silently, without even splashing a splash or making a circle of ripples. I used to think that death was far away. Now I think death is very close, so close that people feel that it is a long way for a person to die. What a happy thing."

Qingkong picked a piece of clothing from the closet that she would never wear normally, put on a peaked cap, and left home.

After turning a few turns, I finally saw Miyamoto waiting in an unassuming small coffee shop.

Qingkong looked around before going over and sitting down, "Doesn't this store have private rooms?"

"Let's make do with it." Miyamoto took off some sunglasses slightly, revealing those familiar eyes of the clear sky, "Now you and I are being targeted, it's really not easy to meet."

"I don't know if there are other people, but the police followed me, and they went around several times before getting rid of me, which made me almost squeezed into a pie by the gang of robbing aunts and uncles in the supermarket."

"What's going on?"

"Daisuke Fukuyama was killed."

"Yes." Miyamoto took out two bottles of mineral water from the bag beside him.

"You have chosen this place, and you still bring mineral water? You are so cautious."

"I'm not used to his coffee." Miyamoto whispered, "It's really bad, I just bought water outside."

Qingkong: ... count her as paranoid.He would choose to sit in the lobby, which can only mean that this place is already his people. "I believe you have read that file many times."

Miyamoto nodded.