I'm surviving in a love game

"This is just my personal choice. I forcefully distort other people's thoughts into ulterior motives without any explanation. I believe Mr. Jono is not such a person, right?" Perhaps it was the weak sense of security brought by Ayatsuji pedestrians behind him that made Xinggong Shiori raised her head in a strange way, met his closed eyes without fear, and then put a little more force on the handcuffs.

Tiaoye Caiju, who noticed her increasing strength, frowned slightly, but quickly stretched his brows, and smiled again, "Sorry, I didn't doubt what you meant, I was just purely curious."

"After all, it seems to me that Miss Xinggong has been hiding something."

And he was trying, or trying to push back the veil of concealment, to reveal all the truth that Shiori Hoshimiya had concealed, and she read this meaning from his silence.

The fact is exactly the case, Tiaoye Caiju’s weakness does not represent his heart, on the contrary, his next sentence is a change of subject, “Although what you said is indeed reasonable, it is already a fact to avoid surveillance , Miss Xinggong...?"

What Tiaoye Caiju said was right, simple words refuted Xinggong Shizhi's previous words so palely.

"But that also belongs to the Supernatural Special Affairs Department—" Before he finished speaking, Ayatsuji pedestrian behind him leaned over, put his hand lightly on her shoulder, and pushed her behind him with very little force.

former prisoner.The cage, turned into a shelter at this moment, is so different that it has almost turned upside down, but it is like this, it happened suddenly.

"So what's the decision on 'Hound Dog'?" Ayatsuji pedestrian did not forget to spare a hand to pat Hoshimiya Shiori's arm as he spoke, "Or did you just receive an order to arrest me?"

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was blocked behind Ayatsuji Xingren, felt the sight of Jono Choiju falling on her body.

"It is to control the danger." It is not difficult to find that Tiaoye Caiju avoids calling Ayatsuji pedestrians by their first names as much as possible. This is not out of respect. In Hoshimiya Shiori's view, it is a certain degree of contempt. Casually calling Ayatsuji pedestrians "dangerous things".

Indeed, in the eyes of the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Ayatsuji pedestrians are hidden hidden dangers, and they don't know when they will explode.Fried fried.bombs, especially for politicians with less clean hands.

"Please cooperate." As he said so, before Ayatsuji Xingren could answer, Jono Caiju had already locked the handcuffs, and the subtle sound of the metal mechanism turning hit Hoshimiya Shiori's heart.

Eh?

Why is this...?

I was supposed to avoid Ayatsuji pedestrians, how could I...

Heartbroken because of this.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The heartbeat of Ayatsuji Pedestrian seemed to be echoing in his ears again, knocking on Shiori Hoshimiya's self-protection barrier.

Inside the scepter4 village.

"Knock Knock-"

"Please come in."

The door of the office was pushed open, and a thin man in a blue uniform, no, just from his face, he should belong to a teenager. When he came, he spoke in a tired voice, "Director, are you looking for me?"

The honorifics used in the speech were also greatly compromised by the laziness of the tone, and at first glance it sounded like sarcasm.

The man known as the head of the office is sitting behind the desk, with his hands crossed and his elbows resting on the desk, his eyes hidden behind the glasses seem to be able to see through everything, "Forging a search warrant without authorization, Fushimi-kun, what are you thinking? where?"

"You have contacted the port mafia in private without permission. I believe you are not such a reckless person." Munakata Reiji lowered his glasses. Although his voice was gentle, the oppressive power of being a king still made people cringe in front of him. I was surprised when I saw it.

"Since you already know everything, there's no need to ask again." As he said that, Fushimi was thinking quickly about what went wrong that caused the information to be leaked, but he still seemed unable to cheer up on the surface. .

After all, Fushimi Saru Hiko is just a child, a child with extraordinary intelligence, at least in front of Munakata Reishi.

"Fushimi-kun—" Munakata Reiji smiled clearly, the light from the window cast a small spot on his lens, so his left eye was completely hidden behind the light, "People controlled by emotions , can never be fully disguised."

Gee.

Fushimi frowned, Munakata Reiji's expression of always seeing through everything was the most uncomfortable.

This kind of thing...he knew it from the beginning.

Ever since he realized that something was wrong with him, he always felt inexplicable heart palpitations. The original complete memory was forcibly broken by someone. He stood helplessly in the memory fragments all over the floor, at a loss as to what to do.

What should be remembered was ruthlessly ripped out of his heart.

tick-

tick-

A steady stream of blood scrambled out from the wound, the thick, dark red blood turned into silk threads, entangled Fushimi layer by layer.

"I just want to remind you, although this matter should not be a big deal to you." Reji Munakata did as he said, and did not intend to say anything, just as Fushimi was about to leave, his hands were already folded. When he opened the doorknob, he heard Munakata Reishi's voice again.

"Shiori Hoshimiya, is that her name?"

The hand that was holding the doorknob weakly tightened suddenly, and the back of the thin hand was bulging with blue veins due to the force. He did not turn around, but lowered his head halfway, letting the slightly long hair sweep across his eyebrows and eyes.

The faint blue eyes are as dim as an ocean swallowed by the night.

For Fushimi's silence, Munakata Reiji had expected it, and his eyes shifted to the small box at hand, only he knew what was inside.

It's a pair of rings.

The former Munakata Reiji suspected that there was something wrong with his memory, and his vague memories were shrouded in mist. He only remembered her existence.

is her presence.

But who is she...?

Until the moment he saw that name through Fushimi Saruhiko, all the vague and denied memories just unfolded in his mind.

——Shiori Hoshinomiya

The owner of that ring was also his former fiancée at the same time.

"boom--!"

There was no answer. Fushimi Saruhiko opened the door expressionlessly, and the door was closed heavily.

On the way back to the office area, his hands were clenched into fists.

The current situation is very wrong, with his understanding of Munakata Reiji, he obviously found something, but what's worse is that he was even more curious because of it.

Walking halfway, he stopped suddenly, stood where he was, turned around and looked at the door of the office he had just left, with tight lips, and one corner of his mouth slowly raised, pulling out a borderline sick smile.

But so what?

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