Protect our prophets

In the huge three-story villa, everything was quiet, as if Matsumoto Yuko was the only one left.

The maid gently opened the door for Songxue, led her into the living room, and then quietly retreated out. This posture, as if an exiled prisoner was locked up here, was rarely visited by anyone.

But this "prison" is quite magnificent.

The decoration adopts delicate and complicated Rococo style, which makes people feel as if they walked into the French court in the Louis XV era. The exquisite wood carving wall decoration, the lofty porch like a dome, and the bright crystal lamps like sunflowers in full bloom fully reflect the bourgeois superiority.

The living room on the first floor, together with the corridor, is close to [-] square meters, spacious and open, and the sun is shining brightly outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, with excellent light.

Songxue stood at the entrance, and no one instructed her to change her indoor shoes. The maid who appeared and left just now seemed to be just a ghost, acting as a tool to open the door.

It seems that the elders of the Matsumoto family were very dissatisfied with the troubles she caused, and deliberately left this young lady here to let her "reflect".

Since they didn't care, Songxue didn't care that much.She glanced at the spotless dark mahogany floor, said "Excuse me" to herself, and stepped on it.

The sound of the piano came from the back of the hall. The quiet moonlight sonata was like a gurgling stream, flowing across the polished floor, blending with the sunlight pouring down from outside the house. In this afternoon, it seemed very soft, but the sound of the piano was clearly settled With depression, and loneliness.

Matsuyuki turned the corner and saw Matsumoto Yuko sitting in front of the piano facing her.

She didn't seem to notice that outsiders broke into her world, she closed her eyes, and only followed the memory of her fingertips on the black and white keys.

At the end of the song, Matsumoto opened his eyes, got up from the piano, flicked the score casually, and turned to the visitor.

"You came to see me?" She was wearing indoor slippers, about the same height as Songxue, still raised her chin reservedly, like a proud white swan who refused to bend.

Matsumoto paused with an undisguised tiredness in his expression, and his voice became much darker: "I heard that you have solved the case, congratulations... Thank you too, Songxue."

"There is no shirking responsibility." Songxue replied, her tone became lighter, "The idea of ​​a detective is that innocent people should not be blamed and wronged for nothing... What do you think?"

Matsumoto bit his lower lip until it turned slightly white.

"You still blame me, don't you?" she asked in a low voice.

The girl frowned slightly, and she looked more and more like a delicate lotus.But here today, no one else—especially her admirers—appreciates her gesture.

Although Songxue can appreciate the beauty of the same sex, no matter when and where, the first thing in her heart is to pursue the truth.

"It depends on how you understand it. You ask me this way, isn't it because you know in your heart that this is not right?" She asked back without changing her face, "You are very good to everyone, but even you are selfish. , have your own preferences. There are people who are willing to vent their anger on you, and you know it well..."

Having said that, she smiled and shook her head.

"It's also thanks to Mr. Cun who asked me to cooperate, and we are just pretending to be dating. Otherwise, if I were a girl who really liked him, because I accepted his confession, I would be rejected and suppressed by a group of you. I guess I would have collapsed a long time ago." .”

"……sorry."

Matsumoto lowered her head, her beautiful curly hair drooping listlessly on her cheeks, at this moment, her guilt was real.

She was so well brought up that she could not allow herself to do anything out of bounds.But these years have been suppressed for a long time, but the bottom of her heart is full of strong emotions—just like what Kawahara and Xiaocheng did, she knows right from wrong, she knows it shouldn't, but she can't help but secretly look forward to it.

The brown-haired girl closed her eyes, and after a while she asked softly, "Do you want some tea?"

The two sat down on the sofa.On the coffee table was a set of exquisite porcelain, which was expensive. She picked up a teacup, rinsed it skillfully, and put it on the table, ready to fetch tea.

Songxue just watched quietly.She knew that the other party was just trying to divert attention by doing something, and she didn't stop it.The moral bottom line of others is not in her control.

Whether it's guilt or regret for this, she doesn't care.

As Yukimura said, at that time they seemed to be pushed and oppressed by an invisible and invisible force, and they did things they shouldn't have done.She speculates that this is the impact of the "werewolf" intrusion. Even if they don't do it, other characters will naturally appear to complete these "scenes" for them, allowing the script to develop logically...until she is "awakened".

What Songxue cared about was another matter.

She picked up the teacup, took a sip, unable to distinguish the taste of the tea, and finally said the words that had been brewing for a long time: "The case has come to light, I came to you not to settle accounts after the fall, after all, the matter has already been turned over. In fact, I have some questions, maybe it's not convenient for you to answer, but I really want to know—" Matsumoto was stunned for a moment, raised his head, his eyes were full of puzzlement: it has nothing to do with the case, questions?

"I'm curious, do you like Yukimura Seichi?"

"..."

As she got straight to the point, Matsumoto's expression froze and his eyes were extremely surprised.

"Sorry, I was a bit abrupt." Songxue said calmly, "I just have this feeling, if I offend you..."

"You seem to know everything." She interrupted her suddenly.

The girl's voice seemed to have lost its emotional fluctuations, and became blunt, monotonous, and even a little self-defeating, revealing the answer hidden in her heart: "Songxue, you... are you a detective? You can see everything."

"If I have to say it, it should be women's intuition? We are more sensitive to emotions." Songxue was verified, and sighed in relief, "So, I guessed right, you don't care about Yukimura-kun that much, he It’s not so much about what kind of person he is—it’s better to say that you have to care about him because of his status.”

A wry smile appeared on Matsumoto's face.

"His preferences? My preferences? Is it that important? I just have to follow the goals they planned for me and do what I have to do."

Of course she has a crush on him, such an outstanding and handsome young man, Zhimu Shaoai, who wouldn't like him?

"But I dare not, and I don't want to like him." The girl stretched her hand through her thick long hair, pressed her scalp, and murmured as if in pain, "If you didn't appear, maybe we would go away one day Come together, marry according to the wishes of the elders of the two families, and then..."

Matsumoto suddenly raised his voice: "However, the hard work I have done to maintain this identity for so many years is not to be someone's wife or his accessory in the future! I can't imagine that day coming, even if it wasn't for Yukimura , there will be others... It seems that I have only one way out of marriage. But I am obviously the eldest daughter of the Matsumoto family, why can't I have everything by myself? I can be admitted to the best school, major...everything, my father If I can do it, so can I!"

Suddenly, at this moment, Matsumoto Yuko is no longer that weak and delicate flower.

Her ambition and longing were clearly presented in front of Songxue.And so, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place, and everything clicked.

Shenmu was right, she was indeed in pain.

It's just that he mistakenly thought that she was in pain because she was deeply trapped in a feeling that she couldn't struggle, and he took the initiative to solve her problems, which triggered this chain of disasters.

Ridiculous and sad.

"What you want to do, just do it." Songxue waited for her emotions to calm down before she spoke, her tone was calm and steady, "Actually, if you take one more step, don't wrap yourself so tightly, hide yourself in the Under such a mask...you will find that Yukimura-kun has the same pursuit as you."

She drank the last sip of tea, stood up from the sofa, and stared blankly at Matsumoto.

"I just want to say, be yourself and don't let the next Shenmu appear."

Then, Songxue bid farewell, turned and left.

When she stepped out of the courtyard door, she glanced back subconsciously. This quiet mansion was shrouded in sunlight, making it a little unreal.

She suddenly sighed, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Ayanokoji regards Matsumoto as an opponent, and her hostility towards her has long surpassed her love for others.But why not Matsumoto?What can cheer her up and persevere in the boring elite education day after day is her biggest competitor all the time.

For them, the love in their teenage years is like a cloud of the past.If there were no Shenmu or Mizushima, things would never have developed to this point.

After all...

Yukimura-kun, miserable.

These few girls who like him are either murderers or treat him as a tool.It's not as good as the boys' feelings for him, firm, loyal, and long-lasting.

She suddenly remembered what Yukimura asked earlier - "What about you?"

There is hidden hope in his words, as if he didn't trust those blind and illusory "likes" at first, and he always responded with a self-deprecating attitude.

Songxue pressed her left chest, shook her head and sighed, secretly decided: This truth is too cruel, so it's better not to tell him.