Has Mr. Zhongya changed back today?

The next night.

The neon lights are like a commercial street with surging waves, and the noise and prosperity come again.

In a clothing store of a luxury brand, a strange argument is going on.

"On the surface, Ms. Sakurako is a gentle woman like Nadeko. This caramel-colored French half-length skirt with a retro shirt with lantern sleeves complements her temperament even more."

"Four Seasons" series editor and die-hard fan Tsujimura Fukatsuki pointed to the new dresses on solid wooden hangers with confidence.

"In "Autumn Sound", when Yingzi visited her past teacher, the description of what she wore was 'off-white dress and vest'."

The author of the novel, Mizuho Nishino, quoted the original text for correction.

"You have to consider the change of the scene. Sakurako will dress more solemnly when she formally visits her teacher. But the place I'm going to go to later is a cafe." Tsujimura Fukatsuki retorted as a matter of course, thinking how could there be gravity She understands, but she has read the book back and forth more than ten times, not to mention reciting it fluently, she thinks that her understanding of the book is no less than anyone else, unless the other party is the author.

Mizuho Nishino still disagrees: "Sakura will pay attention to details in her costumes, but overall, she will not choose too exaggerated costumes. After all, she is a 'shady' type of character design, and impressing witnesses is not conducive to taking off. Sin, the clothes you chose are too complicated in the lace design. And the clothes are not the point. The reason why Yingzi is Yingzi is because of the charm of her character. How can a high-waisted skirt match with high heels... I mean, what if If you are in danger, how do you run away?"

Neither of the two could convince the other, their eyes met, and then they thought of the tea-haired woman who was clearly the core of the mission but hadn't interjected at all since just now, turned to look at each other, and asked in unison:

"Sakura/What do you think?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...Who is Sakurako!

Don't add settings to people without authorization.

He has given up changing their minds, and Zhong Yuanzhong even realized that his temper seems to be getting better and better. For example, not only did he not refute them now, but he also replied along the lines of the two: "If you just change your style, there is no need to toss Too many, just a change of coat."

Not wanting to continue to delay the matter of Shimizu Yu and that guy, he reluctantly made a concession.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki thought for less than a second, and turned on the spot: "The teacher is right, what kind of coat does the teacher think is suitable for Sakura?"

Mizuho Nishino looked at her in shock.Why did she change her mind so quickly, she is Shizayoi!You fake fan, you can't see through the essence at all!

If he was allowed to choose, Nakahara would definitely choose a more formal black long coat. He thought for a while, then looked at Mizuho Nishino: "What do you think?" It was her work after all.

He thought of her excited appearance just now, stared at her, smiled slowly, and added: "Choose well."

Hearing the accent in his tone, Mizuho Nishino silently moved his eyes away from the dummy model's waist-tie coat embellished with white gauze, and pointed to another plain windbreaker: "Is that one okay?"

ooc or not ooc is not the point anymore.

The point is to choose a dress that Mr. Nakaya can accept.That coat doesn't have any fancy decorations, maybe it will pass the level?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the clothes for a while, then reluctantly nodded, asked the clerk to take off the clothes, tried them on and went to pay the bill.

Tsujimura Mizuki looked at the tea-haired green-eyed woman with a make-shift attitude, worried: ... Is it really okay for Mr. Izayoi to be so in love with you?

……

[As the night fell, the light from the street lamps poured down like mercury, and the cafe at the corner of the intersection revealed a warm yellowish light, like artificial sunlight, attracting lost moths. In the palm of your hand, there is no warmth at all.

Probably very few people are still leisurely, drinking coffee in such a quiet place on a night of feasting and feasting.

There wasn't a single customer in the shop.

The store manager didn't draw a sample. He looked up at the clock on the wall and began to grind the coffee beans.

Just after nine o'clock, the store manager heard the sound of a wind chime hanging at the door.

She's been the only customer here lately and is always on time.

It was a beautiful, melancholy, and gentle woman.

She often sat alone by the window for hours at a time, and the store manager didn't know what kind of scenery was reflected in those eyes that seemed to be snowing all day long.

He guessed that she liked that position, perhaps because she could see people coming and going outside, and the traffic was busy.She seemed to be isolated from the world, just watching quietly.

Tonight, he heard the wind chimes again.

...]

Zhong Yuanzhong also ordered a cup of black coffee. He found an empty seat and sat down. Looking at the coffee shop as noisy as a vegetable market, he suspected that he had watched the wrong clip.

Then he got a text message from Mizuho Nishino asking how he was doing.

He is not used to communicating with text messages for things that can be said in person, and he only replied after a minute [This is the prototype of the store in your book? 】

In order to draw Shimizu Hirokazu out, Tsujimura Fukazuki and Nishino Mizuho had an in-depth discussion on the content of the novel-Nakahara Nakahara has given up thinking about his image in the eyes of outsiders.They didn't avoid him during the discussion, and Zhong Yuanzhong also listened to him.After all, in the eyes of others, he is the "author himself", and it is not suitable to leave the scene no matter what he thinks.

After a series of negotiations, the two finalized the "cafe" where Sakurako made her debut as a stage for setting traps.He took the book that Nishino Mizuho handed over to circle the key points and flipped through it.

The new information jumped in immediately, and it could be seen that she typed very quickly.

[There is a dimensional wall between artistic creation and reality. First of all, there is only one customer when opening a store in a commercial street. Considering the rent of the store, it should have been closed long ago.Moreover, the coffee beans in this store are of average quality, and I don't like black coffee either.Taking it as a reference is just a novel whose shop decoration style is more suitable for me, and I don’t know why Shimizu-kun is so obsessed with the setting of "I am Sakurako". 】

He could imagine the dissatisfaction in her tone through the phone screen.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the dark liquid in the coffee cup and fell silent.

In fact he didn't like black coffee much either.

He likes wine, and he prefers latte in coffee, the taste of black coffee is too bitter.

Since "Sakura" in her setting likes black coffee, Nakahara Nakaya picked up the cup and tasted it without changing his expression.He stared at the scene in the store where the business was booming, and he always felt that their ideas were not very reliable.

Wait, she doesn't just want to play, does she?

He remembered the cheerful atmosphere when the two discussed, and suddenly realized something.

Sensing his thoughts, another text message of explanation followed.

[Although I did not sign the book, I described the interior decoration and environment in detail.He can find out that I mentioned that I like Baiqiao and cranberry in a magazine a long time ago. According to his paranoia about "Four Seasons", it is impossible not to find it here. 】

Chuya Nakahara was about to reply with his mobile phone, when Tsujimura Fukatsuki's calm reminder came from the wireless headset: "The time is almost up."

He was distracted and raised his gaze. Just like the one described in the novel, an ancient wall clock was inlaid on the wall dimly illuminated by warm light. The black hands on it slowly pointed to nine o'clock. coffee shop time.

The plainclothes policemen in the store pretended to be casual and looked at the door secretly and vigilantly under the cover of props such as menus and coffee cups.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at that place, the wind chime hanging on the door made a crisp sound, and someone came in.

A plainclothes policeman silently stretched his hand to his waist, but his colleague stopped him and shook his head.

The person who came in was an ordinary office worker wearing thick black-rimmed glasses. He ordered a cup of coffee, took out his computer from his briefcase, and found a seat to work overtime.

Later, some people came in one after another, and the customers who arrived first paid their bills and left.Unknowingly, it was eleven o'clock, but Shimizu Yukazu's figure never appeared.

"According to the information from the Secret Service Division, the suspect has indeed appeared near the coffee shop in the past few days. How could this be... I am very sorry, teacher, let's retreat tonight." Tsujimura Mizuki informed with regret and apology.

"Got it." Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed in annoyance, and admired himself for being able to spend such a long time here.Where can't you think about it?

The plainclothes police retreated in batches.He looked at the empty cafe and frowned.

He accidentally remembered Mizuho Nishino's description of the store environment in the book...Compared with the overcrowded scene just now, it is obviously more in line with the writing at this moment.

He stood still and did not take any action. After the last "customer" evacuated, smoke rose from the squares and alleys outside the store, completely blocking the view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass of the coffee shop.

The wind chime sounded again at the door.

A thin young man walked in slowly, he took off the gas mask on his face, revealing a delicate face.The chemical smog drifting outside contained some kind of tear gas and components affecting communication devices. Nakahara also heard the sound of "rustling" from the earphones, and Tsujimura Fukatsuki's anxious shouts came intermittently. He felt harsh and took off the earphones .

"Shimizu Yuka?" Nakahara Chuya asked coldly.

"That person's idea is really effective..." The mastermind of the mystery murder case looked around the chaotic scene outside the store, muttering something, and then his emotions suddenly rose, and he danced and said to him, "Miss Yingzi , do you know? Many citizens outside have bombs strapped to their bodies. I did it! The countdown is half an hour, and there is still time to find the explosive disposal team. But if you come in early, I will use the remote control to trigger the explosion .bomb."

Holding the detonator in his hand, he sincerely invited with full expectation: "Miss Yingzi, let's run away before the police come in!"

"You are really obsessed with her." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't feel much about the tragedy outside. He glanced at the thick fog outside the window and the detonator in the opponent's hand, and raised his eyebrows. "Just because of a few novels ?”

The "she" in Nakahara Chuya's mouth refers to Nishino Mizuho.It's not for her, he doesn't need to ask for trouble, or even do something that is not in line with his usual style.

Hirokazu Shimizu also heard it, and he looked at the woman with tea hair in doubt, wondering why "Izayoi" didn't call "I".But he quickly found a reasonable interpretation: "Mr. Shizayoi still separates himself from Yingzi. Why don't you admit that you are Yingzi."

"That book is also your criminal record, right?" Without waiting for Zhong Yuan to answer, the young man's eyes lit up with pious light, and he couldn't wait to give an explanation in a firm tone, "It's like Yingzi in the work, because of how No one saw through her modus operandi, and felt bored and hopeless about the world, as if she surrendered herself. Isn’t the teacher the same? Because no one understood, she used the method of writing a novel to confess her crime.”

"I am your reader. There is no one in this world who understands the teacher better than me. If we cooperate, no one will be able to see through our 'killing methods'. Didn't the teacher also receive the 'resume' I sent with Chocolate?" Is it? You don't want to agree with me?"

Shimizu Yukazu finally stated his purpose all along. He wanted to find an excellent military adviser for his "killer profession", and Izayoi was his identified ally. Seeing that the other party had no intention of agreeing at all, the boy's face was full of lost.

"Are you talking about the news about crimes committed by the methods in the book?" Zhong Yuanzhong also realized that his expression was very complicated, "You...are not mentally normal."

"...You really don't want to admit it," Shimizu Yuhe was silent when he heard the words, and he slowly grinned a mocking and weird smile, "Teacher, have you forgotten the kidnapping case six years ago?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also vaguely remembered that she did mention that she was kidnapped by her relatives when she was a child. It seemed that she had drunk too much last time and mentioned it by the way?She said this in a relaxed tone, without the slightest gloomy expression, which did not impress him too much.

He subconsciously frowned, trying to stop the boy from continuing, but it was too late.

"The teacher's uncle abducted and kidnapped the teacher with the researchers of the research institute because of the unequal distribution of shareholders' interests. When the police find you, everyone except the teacher is dead." Shimizu Yuka with a malicious smile, understood He asked rhetorically, "The police's final investigation results showed that the teacher's uncle and the researcher shared the spoils unevenly and killed each other. The teacher lost his memory because of the stimulation... Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

"Teacher, admit it. You are Yingzi. You killed those people. You must have used some method to lure them and force them to have sex with each other, didn't you?"

In the open space, the smoke wouldn't last long, not to mention the group of people from the Secret Service Division commanding, the fog gradually dissipated, and Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the earphones he had thrown on the table were slowly recovering communication.

It was originally brought for the purpose of catching suspects, but he suddenly remembered that the people from the government were on the opposite side.

"It doesn't matter if it's a sakura or not. If you don't want to die, just shut up."

He destroyed the communicator expressionlessly, warning coldly.