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Perhaps because he couldn't bear to refuse his sister's request, Asahina Ukyo showed a difficult face, and after barely holding on for a few minutes, he decisively threw her to Asahina Ko, and let him deal with it.

The fourth brother of the fake mother came back very late last night. He and Songxue lived on the same floor, at the end of the corridor.

Asahina Tsubaki and Azusa are separated from the room of the two. Because of work needs, they often audition the sound and check the lines in the room, so sound insulation materials were added during the decoration, but it does not prevent Matsuyuki from hearing the footsteps in the corridor. .

After a while, there was a faint sound of opening the door.

She was already very sleepy at that time, and she didn't have any thought of exploring, so she turned over and continued to sleep.

And now...

Asahina sat across from Matsuyuki, just like the scene when she just woke up the day before, except that today he was wearing men's clothes.

His lips are very thin, and the corners of his lips are always slightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes are also sparkling. When he wears women's clothing and puts on heavy makeup, this face will look a little coquettish, but if it is a man's face, it will be less A little bit more publicity, a little more elegance, and even the eyes have become much softer.

In any case, this belongs to the face of a big handsome guy.

Songxue stared at him for a while, wondering slightly: "Don't you think, if it's for criminals, the original appearance might be more attractive to them?"

"..."

Asahina's eyes lit up, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "You think so too? Have you been fascinated by your brother?"

The corner of Songxue's mouth twitched slightly, and said, "But I'm not a criminal..."

Why does this topic become more and more strange?

Nako Asahina curled up her index finger, tapped the table, cleared her throat: "Okay, among other things, Brother You Jing asked me to answer your questions."

"Shouldn't he know better?"

He shook his head and said, "First of all, you were sent to the hospital by a passer-by. The police haven't found any trace of the criminal yet. When you were found..."

He paused for a while, as if he wanted to take care of Songxue's mood, and his voice became more gentle.

"You don't have many traumas on your body, and the test result is just a little anemia."

Songxue fell into deep thought, while her brother with the same name smiled slightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes: "Do you think it's strange? To be honest, even I, among the many cases I have been involved in, have never encountered such a case. "

She was a little surprised, and looked up: "Could it be that Brother Guang——"

"No, I'm just an ordinary novelist." Hikaru Asahina curled the corners of her lips and said easily, "It's just a dark novel that studies criminology. In order to draw materials, I often approach real-life crimes... It should be said , suspects? Learn about their lives and get inspired."

No, it's not uncommon for male offenders to actively dress up as women in order to get close to male criminals.

Songxue blinked: "Then we... aren't we colleagues?"

She herself became a detective by the way because she wrote detective novels—no, it might just be the other way around, she can't remember clearly, and it doesn't matter anyway.

"Yeah, we're very similar, right? Looking at it this way, maybe we're more like brothers and sisters." Hikari Asahina leaned over suddenly, light green eyes shone with joy, and the long orange hair was captured by him. It was bundled up casually and draped over the shoulders chicly, like a leisurely and familiar playboy wandering in Vanity Fair.

Song Xue leaned back slightly, looked at the handsome face close at hand, raised her eyebrows calmly, tilted her head and asked, "You also know that I'm writing a novel?"

"Cough," he coughed lightly, and said tactfully, "There are several manuscripts in your schoolbag. Yusuke said that you were very interested in these in the past—I'm like this, shouldn't it be considered an invasion of my sister's privacy?"

"Uh, wait a minute."

Songxue turned the chair decisively, bent down and turned out the schoolbag that she had neglected.She subconsciously regarded it as an ordinary prop before, but forgot to check it.

In addition to the high school textbooks, she found three notepads and glanced at them. Although she didn't have the impression that she had written them, she felt very familiar with the descriptions, and it was her own style.

She also speculated that they should all be unpublished works.

Matsuyuki turned back slowly, showing a shy and shy smile to Asahina Ko.

"I'm laughing..."

He shrugged: "Do you know why they called me back?"

"Well, because I think you know this kind of strange... criminals better?" She tilted her head.

"You can say that." Asahina smiled shortly, "On the other hand, I'm also very interested in my sister. Don't you also want to find out the missing memories in the past two years?"

Dark novelists began to follow the temptation.

Songxue was slightly moved.

"Have you ever played Danganronpa?"

"Of course." He raised his chin, his interest grew stronger, "How could I miss this kind of novelty-oriented work?"

"The way to die is really curious..." Songxue said seriously, "However, what I want to talk about is memory."

In Danganronpa, the protagonists of the game also have a similar experience.Even though he has been living in high school for two years, this part of his memory has been erased. When he woke up, he thought he had just stepped into the high school campus and knew nothing about the classmates he was familiar with.

——It’s not ordinary amnesia.

It was artificially caused by drugs, just to make them forget the two years of companionship and kill each other.

"Well," Asahina thought, "after all, the work is just a work. I think there are still many loopholes. For example, when the protagonist first entered high school, he was only fifteen or six years old. Boys at this age develop very quickly. How could it be possible for two years to pass? Has your height not changed at all?"

When he said this, he narrowly blinked at Songxue.

"……Uh."

The protagonist feels offended.

The 1.6-meter boy seemed a little pitiful. She thought about it and corrected her attitude: But in Japan, this is nothing.

Not everyone is the hero in the Otome game, or the athlete in the boy manga, and long legs abound.Alas, life is already so difficult, so stop treating them so harshly.

Nako Asahina continued: "Of course, girls develop earlier. If you were my younger sister, even if you forgot about the past two years, you wouldn't feel that your body had changed much when you woke up."

Songxue nodded silently, then remembered the tooth marks on her arm, and sighed.

"Indeed...not much has changed."

Asahina looked at her meaningfully, and suddenly asked: "Combining tooth marks and anemia, didn't my sister think of anything?"

Songxue: "..."

No, of course she could.

"If it's a vampire, can humans really escape from them?" She asked deeply.

Asahina didn't change her face: "In works related to vampires, it's often not crime that takes the main part. The most popular ones are various...love stories?"

Songxue folded her arms around her chest, thinking seriously for two seconds.

She shook her head slowly.

"That shouldn't be the case."

"Why?" Asahina was taken aback.

Songxue touched his wrist unconsciously, with a serious expression: "From a theoretical point of view, a vampire is not a living person, or even a living being—is this generally accepted?"

The elder brother nodded curiously.

"Probably." He thought for a while before saying, "They exist like corpses, but they can obtain the eternal life that many humans desire. In a sense, they probably have to throw away their fresh lives to achieve it."

"It's the same as a corpse," she continued softly, "no breathing, no heartbeat, and cold body. Even if they have blood flowing in their bodies, they have a heart, but they are completely different from ours. Their hearts cannot be like human beings. They also provide blood for themselves, provide and transform the oxygen and energy needed by the body, and can only maintain their strength by sucking the blood of other creatures... So, so to speak, they themselves have no hematopoietic function."

Nako Asahina seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed subtly, he hesitated to speak.

"The spongy body cannot be congested, how can there be sex life?"

Songxue held her chin, and said slowly and deeply: "Even if it's a girl's romance novel, it doesn't just consider the things before the relationship, right? I think it's very unscientific to put it in reality."

No harmony-life, no matter how deeply in love lovers will break up.

This is the truth!

"...my sister understands very well." Asahina Ko also showed a deep expression, with the respect of "So I underestimated my sister" written all over her face.

It sounds reasonable...but to be honest, in romance-themed works, this kind of setting can be tampered with casually, right? !

"So it's a love story." Songxue opened her eyes wide, pressed her chest, and said with a sigh of relief, "How could such a creature exist in reality?"

Asahina was lost in thought.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied seriously: "Then I hope I'm thinking too much. Compared with magical existences like vampires, I still prefer to deal with human criminals."

His tone was a little weird, which made Songxue shiver slightly.

"Dealing with...?" She looked at the nominal elder brother in awe, and asked cautiously, "May I ask, what kind of life did you live in Italy?"

Asahina smiled softly, looking happy and relaxed.

"Italy is not as scary as you imagine." He said enthusiastically, "The mafia is very powerful, they will come to collect protection money, and they will also conduct some illegal transactions, but they will not encounter street fires- Fight, such a movie plot."

"That illegal transaction—"

"It's mainly smuggling. For example, vegetables, second-hand garbage, etc., the profits are still very high." He pondered and said, "Like tomatoes and onions, the normal market supply is very small, but the demand is huge. ..."

Songxue felt faintly familiar.

She thought for a while and asked cautiously: "The mafia you mentioned, do they often hold ice sculpture art exhibitions?"

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