Protect our prophets

When Maeda Tsuruhime opened his eyes, Songxue was standing beside the hospital bed, still holding her student ID card in her hand, thinking about the ID photo.

Hearing the movement, Songxue turned her eyes and met hers.

"Where is this place?" The girl asked in a daze, and suddenly pressed her temple in pain, "Hiss—hospital? Why am I here?"

"I'm familiar with this." Songxue immediately turned to the doctor and nodded solemnly, "Post-traumatic amnesia, the passive skill that came with the car accident, right?"

The doctor was also taken aback for a while: "Well, probably... No, I didn't hit my head, how could I lose my memory?"

"That's a really good question." She thumped her palms and turned to look at He Ji, "Why don't you ask me?"

The girl with disordered memory shrank herself on the bed, opened her eyes wide, looked at them helplessly, and said anxiously: "Well, I don't know what happened...Why am I in the hospital?"

She seemed a little cold, when Songxue put her hands on her shoulders soothingly, she felt her obvious chills, and had to be more cautious, slowing down her voice: "It's nothing, when we crossed the road, a car lost control You hit it, you couldn't brake enough, and you bumped a bit. You have a little bruise on your back and a slight contusion of your soft tissue. You'll be fine after a few days at home."

"Ah...thank you."

Songxue shook her head: "I want to thank you, your reaction was much faster than mine at that time."

Speaking of this, she was taken aback for a moment, looking at it this way, it seemed a little strange.If according to He Ji's reaction speed at that time, even if she was not present, nothing would happen.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have seen that "prophecy".

Or is it that her "prophecy" ability is inherently inaccurate, and the powerful force that erupts at the moment of life and death can surpass all possibilities of prediction?

——Looking at it this way, this ability is too useless.

Songxue couldn't help but rubbed her forehead and clicked her tongue lightly.

Imagine how great it would be if she were a witch, who would send poison to the werewolf's mouth without anyone noticing, and simply end all troubles.Importantly, the witch's poison did not leave any traces, and it was not even possible to determine the specific cause of death.

Like Mizushima Shizuka's death.

The surveillance in the store showed that after chatting with Songxue, she sat down slumped and stayed alone for a long time until she was found dead by the clerk. She did not eat any extra food, and no one else touched her—the drink Songxue bought was directly from the vending machine. After taking it out, the test results in the remaining package were all normal, there was no poison residue, the drink itself was not expired, and it had nothing to do with allergens.

In the end, forensic medicine could only identify it as "sudden cardiac death" caused by some reason, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was a "just punishment" from God.

"Are you okay?" He Ji asked.

"Nothing, I was thinking we were lucky today."

"Well..." She smiled slightly, "It's fine."

After Songxue helped her complete the discharge procedures, she learned that she also lived alone in a nearby apartment, so she offered to send her home.

The two walked side by side on the road, and He Ji still felt a little confused in her mind. While walking, she looked around hesitantly, and her movements were a little unnatural.

After sharing hands and feet once, she stopped on the side of the road in slight embarrassment.Songxue also stopped and waited patiently: "Is there something uncomfortable? Is the injury on the back still hurting?"

"I'm fine." She shook her head, feeling unclear, and asked again, "Is it in this direction?"

"According to the navigation, it should be correct." Songxue looked at the map in the phone, "We live two streets away, and we can get there in 5 minutes, provided that you remember correctly."

Facts have proved that He Ji's memory is just a little messed up, and she remembers many things vaguely, not as completely as Songxue's "after awakening" amnesia.

According to her recollection, her father passed away very early, leaving little memory, and her mother has been busy with work and on business trips, so she lived alone.

"It sounds a bit like copying Nagi's life story..."

"Who is Nagi?" He Ji turned around blankly.

"nothing……"

Songxue accompanied her up to the third floor of the apartment. He Ji originally wanted to invite her in for a sit down, but she was about to agree, but she looked at the time and politely declined.

"I still have something to do, I have to go home first. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time... Or, I will come to see you later?"

"It's really troublesome for you." He Ji said gratefully.

After closing the door, Songxue turned and left, just as the shadow at the stairs flashed, the silver-haired boy carrying a plastic bag stepped into the corridor.

The two looked at each other, both stunned.

Gui Si was smoking an unlit cigarette, and quickly turned his eyes away impatiently, as if there was no need for him to pay attention to the schoolmates wearing the same uniform.He took out the key and went straight to his own door, turned the door open with a click, but glanced this way vigilantly.

Windfall.

Songxue didn't expect to meet the guardian of Lan from the tenth generation family here. Although she was surprised, she didn't intend to disrupt the plan. Contacting him now was meaningless to her.

And it's obvious that this guy from Prison Temple is a complete leader. In his eyes, there is no difference between other men or women. At most, they can be divided into enemies, teammates of the same camp, and... just passers-by like her.

She relaxed, and walked past him nonchalantly, down the stairs.

Songxue crossed two streets and came to the door of the new apartment.

Atobe seems to already know her preferences very well, knowing that the house she lived in was called "White Horse", and this time she found someone to rent a room called "Baker's Apartment" for her.

Songxue called him to confirm it, and he could clearly hear the triumphant voice on the other side: "Hmm, don't thank me too much, it's easy."

"...You are so considerate." She paused, then thought of other questions, "By the way, about the rent—"

Atobe sighed: "Your brain is still not healed."

"You can doubt my memory, but don't make brain attacks." Songxue's tone quickly turned cold.

Atobe then said: "Yukimura said it was recorded in his account, why, he owes you a lot of money?"

Songxue breathed a sigh of relief and was satisfied, then corrected him: "It's the employment fee."

Detective work is still very lucrative.

She thought happily, took out the key and opened the door.

Just as he opened the door, a black shadow fell in front of him. With a giggling laugh, the blond young man straightened his collar gracefully: "Hey, common people, the prince has been waiting for you for a long time."

Songxue: "..."

Why is this man so haunted!

People who are almost 20 years old, can you stop being so stupid...using this kind of shameful self-proclaiming?

The materials and equipment in the new apartment are very complete.

Songxue found out the tea leaves, filled the kettle, and took out two ceramic cups from the cupboard while waiting for the water to boil.

Belphegor folded his arms around his chest, waiting a little impatiently, and clicked his tongue.

"Why is it so troublesome?"

"I just came home, what do you think?" Songxue was not angry, she opened the teapot, and poured some tea leaves casually, her movements seemed unskilled.

Bell, as the crown prince of an unknown small country, neither his country nor Italy, where he lived for a long time, seemed to have no habit of drinking tea. He bent down and stared at the dark tea leaves. From the corner of his mouth, he was full of doubts.

"Why do you like drinking tea like the British people?" He complained speciously, and then raised his head to look around, "Is there no such simple drink as wine?"

"I'm not yet an adult." Songxue said indifferently.

"...milk is also fine." The prince was the next best thing, and his tone was very reluctant.But one can't help but suspect that this is his real purpose.

"I just moved, and I haven't bought any drinks yet."

"Cut, forget it." Bell snorted coldly, his fingertips on his legs curled up slightly, as if he was about to pull out a knife.

But he still remembered his reason for coming, and raised his chin: "Hey, let me tell you, Xiaoxue asked you to find the missing kid, so don't think about delaying time."

"Where did I procrastinate?" Songxue was a little surprised, "If I remember correctly, it took less than four hours for me to accept her commission. If this is a courier, the seller has just shipped it, Shun○Tongcheng Not so fast."

The other party grinned, laughing so coldly.

"Just to remind you, don't spend too much time on irrelevant people, our patience is limited."

It turned out that it was because she disliked her for delaying for four hours in order to prevent a tragic car accident.

Valia high quality, it's really harsh.

Songxue poured out the boiling water from the kettle, and said in a calm and unhurried manner, "Whether it is an irrelevant factor or not. Every detective has his own behavior habits. Don't worry, I will visit Zetian's house tomorrow. Guaranteed to give you an answer within a week, how about it?"

Blonde bangs blocked Bell's eyes, making it impossible to figure out his mood at this time.

What's more, this prince the Ripper is inherently unpredictable, and it is possible to have an attack at any time.At this time, he probably thought of his dear "Xiaoxue", calmed down a little, and nodded tentatively, accepting her reason.

He put the knife with the piano wire in his hand and played it around, lazily said: "Okay, I believe you for the time being. But, if later... if you fail to complete the task, you understand, hehe..."

Bell flashed his signature dark smile again.Songxue glanced at it, and accidentally got distracted, and half of the tea poured out of the teapot spilled out of the cup.

The young killer quickly backed away from the splashing tea and protested loudly: "Hey!"

"Sorry, I'm not very proficient." Songxue hurriedly put down the teapot and found a rag to wipe off the water stains. "By the way, are you going to leave after drinking the water?"

"How is it possible." Bell replied coldly, "I'm here to supervise you."

In other words, surveillance is not too much.

For assassins, 24-hour surveillance is a basic ability when they act, but isn't this too blatant?

"Well, I'm going out to eat, how about you?" Songxue said, picked up the key on the table again, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Bell stared at her dumbfounded - if she could see his eyes, which she imagined it would be -

"Aren't you Japanese women very good at housekeeping?"

"Sorry, I grew up in a flower-growing family." Songxue replied, "For minors, this is not a necessary skill."

He turned his head away in shock and disappointment: "Tch, do you still have to rely on takeaway?"

Songxue shrugged, and asked back: "Your Yunshou is very proficient in cooking?"

"...Of course not, Xiaoxue is a woman born to be a killer." Bell became excited when he mentioned this, and licked his lips. "How can it be her turn to cook?"

Songxue opened the door, closed it, and squeezed out a voice from the crack of the door: "Ah—hello!"

A few seconds later, Bell rolled in from the corridor window, pursed his lips, and his face was sullen: "Do you think it is so easy to get rid of the prince?"

"I thought you wanted to order takeaway." Songxue shrugged off responsibility, "Also, I'm going to find He Ji for dinner, so I don't think you would be happy to join us ordinary people, would you?"

The prince turned his head to look outside the corridor and whistled.

"If that woman's craftsmanship is good...it's not impossible to consider."

Unfortunately, Maeda Tsuruhime was destined to disappoint Lord Belphegor.

After Songxue knocked on the door, it took almost a minute for her to rush to open the door, flustered and even knocked down the coat rack at the door.Songxue quickly helped her up, and heard her apologize again and again: "I'm sorry, Songxue... I was looking for something just now."

"what?"

The girl's face immediately turned red: "That's right, sanitary napkins..."

Just as Bell stepped in from the door, the eyes of the two met in the air.

At this moment, He Ji's face boiled like a boiled red shrimp.

"……what!"

a scream.

Song Xue made a decisive decision, closed the door first, took her arm and led her to turn around, not looking at the opposite sex behind her.

"Can't you find where to put it?" She looked up and down the room, there were a lot of things in the room, but it wasn't too messy, "Go to the bathroom first, I'll help you find it, if it doesn't work, go downstairs and buy something." Bring it up again?"

"Then... I will trouble you." The other party's voice was inaudible.

The bathroom door was slammed shut, and Bell was left with folded arms, looking around, and said slowly, "Strange, you don't live here, how can you help her find something?"

"Finding things is what detectives are best at." Songxue looked around, made a summary in her brain according to the location of the objects, and then went to the dresser, pulled out the bottom drawer that was not opened, Flip through several layers of towels.

Sure enough.

But not pads, but tampons...

She didn't think much about it, picked it up, went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, and then handed it to He Ji through the crack in the door.

One minute later, He Ji's wailing came again: "This tampon...how do I use it?!"

Outside the door, His Excellency Prince commented calmly: "What a stupid woman. I really don't understand why you waste time on this kind of person."

After Songxue spent half a day teaching the other party how to use it, there was no sound in the door.She just turned around and raised her eyebrows to look at Bell: "I know. Except for 'Xiaoxue', you are not interested in other women, right?"

"Ah, don't talk nonsense——" Bell suddenly became embarrassed, his voice was a little nervous, "I don't have any...special interest in women!"

Not interested in women, are you interested in men?

Songxue's eyes suddenly became strange.She pondered for a moment, tentatively raised her index finger, and pointed to the next door—that was the direction where Hayato lived.

"Could it be that you volunteered to take over the surveillance mission, and you came here for him?"

Bell: "..."

The author has something to say: Later... strive for the second update.

The character of Maeda Tsuruhime is very interesting, I don't believe you can't guess it!