Miss Izumi

At the end of the day's work, Quan helped clean up and left work.

According to the previous rule of renting a house, coffee shop, and nursing home, Izumi should take the subway to visit Mizuno Chotaro in the nursing home.

However, when he passed a certain intersection, he saw a strange black car quietly following behind him from the wide-angle mirror at the corner.

So he called Mizuno Chotaro, claiming that he didn't sleep well last night, so he would not pass today, and planned to rest earlier and catch up on sleep.

There is no need to rush to catch the subway, Quan walks on the road much more leisurely.He stopped and walked, and when he passed by a cake shop, he still stayed outside the window for a long time.

"so beautiful……"

The fondant cakes displayed in the window cabinets are simply works of art.Colorful flowers, big or small, are distributed on the cake with six layers. If it weren't for the introduction of the nameplate next to it, Quan would even think that the flowers on it were real flowers.

He stared intently, and involuntarily put his hand on the window.

Later, he couldn't bear the temptation, walked into the shop, and bought a piece of cake to satisfy his craving.Of course, it was impossible for him to buy the fondant cake on display. The reason was very simple, because the price was very expensive without thinking about it, and he didn't even dare to ask.

But he really liked it, so before leaving the cake shop, he specifically asked the manager's permission to take a picture of the fondant cake in the window cabinet with his mobile phone.

After buying the cake and taking photos, he left the cake shop satisfied and continued to walk towards the subway entrance.

During this period, he kept looking down at his mobile phone, and even almost bumped into the pedestrian in front of him.

Do you like it that much...

Nakahara Chuya, who had a panoramic view of this scene, murmured in his heart.

However, what he didn't know was that on the surface, he seemed to be drooling over the cakes on display, but in fact, Quan secretly observed the black car that had been following him with the help of the reflection of the glass window.

He took a lot of photos of the fondant cake, it can be said that there are all angles.It's just that these photos are basically helping him cover, because his purpose is only to take pictures of the license plate number of the black car parked on the side of the road.

After taking a picture of the license plate number, he quickly sent the photo to Osamu Dazai.

After that, he put away his mobile phone, took the cake and took the subway home, forgetting about tracking the vehicle.

This time is rush hour, and there are a lot of people on the subway.In order to protect his little cake, Quan didn't have time to grab the ring, and was pushed and pushed into the middle of the crowd.

With nowhere to focus, he is like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the tide.

The people behind were still pushing forward, and Quan Yi accidentally lost his footing and jumped forward on a girl with long straight brown hair.

"Yes, sorry!"

Quan apologized to her in embarrassment.

"It's okay." The girl stretched out her hand to help Quan, and said, "Be careful, it's like this during rush hour, there's nothing you can do about it."

"um. Thank you!"

This little episode passed quickly.

After the subway left, I don't know if it was Quan's illusion. He always felt as if someone behind him was touching his waist, vaguely.

At first, he thought it was the inevitable physical contact caused by the crowd, so he didn't take it to heart.But then that hand lowered little by little, hot breath sprayed on his neck, and a hoarse voice whispered to him: "You smell so good."

Quan's body froze suddenly.

At that moment, several fragmentary, hazy and ambiguous pictures suddenly flashed in his mind.

A nauseating feeling surged up from his body, his face was pale, and the hand holding the cake box was clenched unconsciously, accompanied by a tremor.

He was not afraid, but angry.

Close your eyes to hide the scarlet in your eyes.Quan was about to give this guy some color, but suddenly he heard a crisp "pop".

Haruhi Fujioka, who helped him just now, unceremoniously slapped away Haraquan's hand, and said expressionlessly, "I seem to have seen a fly. I don't know if I killed it."

Passengers around cast curious eyes.

They first followed the voice to find Haruhi Fujioka who was speaking, and then saw Izumi who was beautiful but with a pale face and tremblingly leaning towards her.Finally, following Haruhi Fujioka's line of sight, he spotted the man standing behind Izumi with his face turning green and pale, and he knew it instantly.

"It's disgusting."

I don't know who said such a sentence, the man's face suddenly sank, and he yelled recklessly: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?! You stinky girl, don't spitting blood! I just didn't stand firm and gave me a little help. Your friend apologized, why are you so stubborn?!"

He glared at them with displeasure on his face, and blurted out words that turned black and white, so familiar that he seemed to have rehearsed countless times.

Seeing him like this, Izumi, who had been hiding beside Fujioka Harufei, suddenly squeezed forward and stood in front of her: "Then you don't want to lean on me like a dog! I used the one from the supermarket The cheapest shampoo, if you think it smells good, just buy it at home and smell it yourself!"

The crowd was in an uproar, pointing at the man and talking about it.

The man's chest felt constricted by Quan's words, his anger went straight to his forehead, and he raised his fist recklessly.

"soy Mujer--"

However, before his fist fell, he was grabbed by a tall boy.

"Ah!" The man let out a scream.

"Senior Li?" Fujioka Haruhime looked at Takashi Tsukasa who shot in surprise, obviously very surprised that he appeared here, "If Senior Li appeared here, could it be that..."

She glanced back subconsciously, and unexpectedly saw a few familiar faces in the next carriage.Caught in the dense crowd, they were trying to wave at her.

One of the blond-haired mulattos yelled very loudly: "Chunfei Chunfei Chunfei! I'm coming! Don't be afraid!"

Fujioka Haruhi: "...Why are you here?"

Izumi was as surprised as Haruhi Fujioka.

He felt that there should be some acquaintances of his on this train.

Quan glanced at the man who kept yelling "Ah, it hurts! My hand is broken!", unlike others, he felt that he was simply bluffing and deliberately yelling to play a hooligan.Because there is a 90.00% chance that this guy's hand was really broken.

Quan looked thoughtfully at the arc-shaped blue plastic block that fell on the opponent's feet, only the size of a knuckle.Then, he raised his head again and glanced at the subway rings of the same color.

For some reason, he thought of the bouquet of roses that suddenly caught fire before.

really……

The purpose of his provocation before was to try the guy who was behind him, but he didn't expect to try it out for him.

only……

Quan felt suspicious.

Why is that guy here?

The same carriage was at the diagonally opposite corner of Quan's position, a corner of the carriage that was covered by the surrounding crowd.

An office worker in a suit and leather shoes was sweating profusely, and he couldn't help but glanced to the side.

Next to him stood a man in a hat.

When there was commotion at the other end of the carriage just now, he watched with his own eyes that the man crushed the ring in his hand.That understatement, as if he was kneading lactone tofu that would crumble when touched.

The office worker looked at the hanging ring that was obviously missing most of it, secretly took a breath, and looked at the person next to him as if he hadn't been noticed.

"Are you okay?" The other party said without looking up.

"No, no!" The office worker was startled, and quickly looked away, not daring to glance at him again.

Arriving at the next stop, the idiot who was caught upright was turned away from the train, and was taken away by the city police who were notified to wait on the platform.

Quan was a little surprised: "Has anyone called the police?"

Haruhi Fujioka glanced at the big boys pushing away from the crowd to the carriage they were in, and said, "It should be..."

Quan followed her gaze and asked, "Are they all your friends?"

"Well, I said that I came to Yokohama to visit the elders this time, so that they don't have to follow. I didn't expect it to be..." Haruhi Fujioka sighed, his face was full of helplessness with a naughty child.

"Aren't you from Yokohama?"

"Well, I live in Tokyo."

"So that's the case..." Quan nodded.

With the incident just now, the two who had a good impression of each other exchanged names and chatted for a while.

But they didn't chat for long, because Haruhi Fujioka's attention was quickly distracted by her group of friends who had worked so hard to squeeze in.

"Next time, even if His Highness begs us..."

"I don't take the common people's subway anymore!"

A pair of twins who looked like they were carved out of the same mold, complained in unison.

"His Royal Highness? Common people?" Quan seemed to have heard some terrible address, and asked subconsciously, "Could it be that the daimyo came in person?"

"..." What era is this? Why do some people seriously think that there are still feudal lords like "Daimyo"? !

Haru Fujioka was very embarrassed, and quickly waved his hands to explain to him: "It's a joke, a joke."

"Oh……"

Izumi arrived at the station earlier than Haruhi Fujioka and the others.Before getting out of the car, he stuffed the small cake he had been protecting in his arms to Haruhi Fujioka as a thank you: "Thank you and your friends for what happened before!"

"Hey! No need..." Before Haruhi Fujioka finished speaking, Izumi's thin figure was submerged in the crowd.

Quan is not very good at cooking, so he basically solves the food problem in the outside shop.

Not far from the downstairs of his rented house, there is a small restaurant, and a meal doesn't cost much.

Although Quan didn't eat much, he always chewed slowly, very slowly.So when he came out of the restaurant after eating, it was already dark.

Seeing that the time was already past seven or eight o'clock, Quan didn't want to be delayed outside, so he hurried home.

When passing by a certain alley, the email he sent to Dazai Osamu finally got a reply.

But when he lowered his head to check the email, he didn't expect that a black shadow was quietly approaching from behind him...