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◎No one knows his past love◎

Strangely, none of the rooms of Mari Nishijima's parents had been tampered with.

The safe at home has not been tampered with.

Only Nishijima's room was turned into a mess.

She called the police first, and then sat in the lobby with Echizen Ryuya and waited for the police to come.

The dust cover on the sofa has been removed by Mari Nishijima, and Mari Nishijima is lying comfortably on the soft sofa, watching today's news on his mobile phone.

Today's Mihua Town is also calm, and there are no strange fugitives running around.

Mari Nishijima: "I don't feel like a thief who broke into a house and stole property."

Echizen Ryuya: "Will Truth be afraid?"

Makoto Nishijima thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't feel anything. Maybe it's because the bad guys had already run away when I opened the door, and Long Ya was by my side, so I didn't feel scared."

She just replied subconsciously like this, but the smile on Echizen Ryuya's face was uncontrollably brighter.

When the doorbell rang, Mari Nishijima jumped up and went to open the door, and Echizen Ryuya followed behind her slowly.

After opening the door, there were three police officers standing outside. The young man in charge showed his ID to Mari Nishijima: "Hello, I am Takagi Tsubasa, a policeman from the first investigation section. May I ask you to call the police..."

Mari Nishijima nodded: "It's me."

She explained what happened to the police again, and took them up to the second floor to see her disturbed room.From the moment he opened the door and saw the messy room, Mari Nishijima didn't go in at all, and kept the scene until the police came.

The other two policemen went in to collect clues, and Officer Takagi stayed behind to ask Mari Nishijima some questions.

His tone of voice is softer and he is not overbearing, so Mari Nishijima basically does not feel any pressure when talking with him.

After roughly understanding Nishijima's situation, Officer Takagi looked at Echizen Ryuya again: "Then this is..."

Nishijima Mari: "This is my boyfriend, Echizen Ryuya. Today we agreed to come back together to water the flowers in the garden."

Officer Takagi asked Echizen Ryuya a few more questions.

The police who searched for evidence in the room came out, and Officer Takagi looked at them: "How is it?"

One of the policemen frowned with a solemn expression: "There are footprints on the balcony, and there are also broken holes in the window near the switch. The prisoner should have climbed the wall from the backyard, opened the window from the inside through the small hole, and entered. Indoor. Because the height of the second floor itself is not very high, people with agility can easily do it."

"No fingerprints were left on the things that were turned upside down in the house. The prisoner probably thought of this in advance, so he searched the room wearing gloves."

"We consolidated the things in the room and made a list. Miss Nishijima, please check if there is anything missing."

The police handed a long list to Nishijima Makoto.Mari Nishijima held the list, frowning, a little hesitant.

She hasn't been home for a long time, and she doesn't even remember how many things are in her room.

Echizen Ryuya stood beside him, and took a quick glance: they were all older game cassettes, manga booklets, derivative peripherals, and some elementary school textbooks and exercise books.

Mari Nishijima looked at it for a while, and said, "It seems... a camera is missing?"

Several police officers said in unison: "Camera?!"

Officer Takagi seemed to think of something, and his expression became serious in an instant: "What kind of camera is it? Have you taken pictures with that camera recently?"

Mari Nishijima immediately denied it: "I didn't take pictures with it, because that camera was broken long ago. It was a very early old-fashioned camera, and there is no film of this type on the market now."

Police officer Takagi still didn't give up, and asked: "Have you really not taken pictures with it recently? If you think about it carefully, could it be..."

Mari Nishijima: "Impossible, that camera broke down five years ago, I can't take pictures with it. Here, look."

She raised her bangs and motioned Officer Takagi to look at the wound between her eyebrows: "This is the scar from being hit by a tennis ball when I was a child, and the camera was also dropped at that time, and even the casing was broken, and it can't be repaired. "

"My dad just glued the outside of it to make it look like a good camera from the outside, but it didn't work at all."

"That's strange..." Officer Takagi frowned, and said to himself in a low voice, "It seems that it has nothing to do with that case. The camera five years ago cannot be related to the recent case. However, why did the prisoner Just stole the camera?"

There are many things in this villa that are more valuable than old cameras. The thieves broke into the house for no reason and only stole an old camera that was broken for five years.

Mari Nishijima was puzzled: "What case?"

Officer Takagi came to his senses, waved his hands again and again, and backed away: "It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself...uh——"

He looked at the face of Xidao Zhenzhen again, and couldn't help telling: "Mihua Town is not very safe recently, Miss Xidao, you'd better not act alone, and don't live here anymore..."

Mari Nishijima scratched her cheek: "Officer, have you forgotten that I didn't live here often."

Officer Takagi: "Yes, yes."

"..."

Nishijima Mari was a little worried about this policeman.Is there really nothing wrong with such an unreliable and flustered personality?

After questioning nearby neighbors and other routine questions, the police retreated temporarily.

After all, no casualties and large property losses were caused, and the case could not even be filed without sufficient evidence.The police could only tell Nishijima Mari to pay attention to safety recently and carry some safety measures with him.

After the police left, Nishijima Mari entered her room to clean up the disturbed things.

Echizen Ryuya also came in to help.He didn't speak, and silently followed Xidaozheng to help. After picking up the scattered debris on the ground and arranging them neatly, Xidaozheng asked him to put the things, and he put them there.

Mari Nishijima felt like he was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it, which confused Mari Nishijima.

Because someone came in, I don't know if the other party did strange things to his bed; Mari Nishijima couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so he replaced all the sheets and bedding with new ones.

She carried the changed quilt to the balcony and hung it.Because I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet, so I just throw it somewhere first.

When she came back after putting down the quilt, she saw Echizen Ryuya sitting in front of her computer desktop, fiddling with a photo frame.

Mari Nishijima walked over to have a look. The photo frame had been there for a long time, and it wasn't originally placed on her desk.There is more than one photo in the photo frame, and many photos are overlapped and clipped in; the first photo on the face is a bottle of Coke with a straw in it.

She said: "It seems to be taken when I went to the United States when I was a child...it should be Chinatown, right? There are Chinese-style buildings in the background."

Echizen Ryuya: "Can you take it apart and have a look?"

Mari Nishijima: "Yes."

He took apart the photo frame, and there were many photos scattered inside.

Most of them are meaningless scenes, such as the sunset by the sea, orange groves, Chinatown, pinball game machines, Coke cans, garlands cut out alone, triangles stacked with oranges, etc.

Mari Nishijima sat down next to him, looked at the photos, and muttered, "Did I like taking pictures of stream-of-consciousness so much when I was a child?"

In her view, these meaningless scenes are indeed a stream of consciousness.

I don't know the meaning, maybe I didn't think about the meaning of them when I took them casually.

Echizen Longya carefully folded the photos one by one and put them back into the frame, and smiled lightly: "I think...the photos are pretty good."

"Were these all taken with the broken camera?"

Mari Nishijima hesitated: "...Should I? I have no memory."

"Didn't I be hit by a tennis ball at the time? It seemed to be a serious hit, and I took a break from school for more than a year. The doctor said that the nerves may be damaged, or it may be the human brain's instinct for self-protection, so help me I forgot all about those things."

She touched her forehead, and through a layer of bangs, she seemed to be able to feel the shallow scar.

After tidying up the messed-up room, Nishidao Zhenli contacted the property management company and asked them to come and replace the window glass when they had time.

It took a lot of time to call the police and clean up the room. They even missed lunch and had to wait until they got home for dinner.Mari Nishijima felt very tired today, and didn't have the time to draw after dinner. When watching a series, she fell asleep lying on the sofa while watching the series.

Holding the remote control, Echizen Ryuya slowly lowered the TV volume.

Mari Nishijima, who was lying on the edge of the sofa, was sleeping soundly, her short hair drooping by her ears cast a faint shadow.

Echizen Longya also leaned over to the edge of the sofa, gently picked up the scattered hair on her face with her fingers, and carefully gathered them behind the girl's ears.She breathed evenly and frowned slightly in the dream, as if bringing the unhappiness of the day into the dream.

Echizen Ryuya gently pressed the girl's frowning eyebrows with his fingers.But it didn't seem to help, she still frowned, even her nose wrinkled.

"Why aren't you happy in your dreams?"

He whispered softly, and his voice was so bewitching.But if he were to dub anime, many people would want the voice of him going into the sea.

Mari Nishijima's eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up.

Echizen Longya patted her on the shoulder: "Go back to your room and sleep, don't sleep in the living room."

Mari Nishijima was sleepy, but heard Ryuya Echizen speak.She rubbed her eyes, sat up, with a dull expression—an expression that hadn’t woken up from sleep at all—she stared at Echizen Ryuya, and tilted her head: "I seem to have slept for too long, and I put my legs Sleepy."

She was afraid that Echizen Longya would not believe it, so she clenched her fist and beat her thigh.

Echizen Ryuya burst out laughing.

He changed his posture and squatted halfway in front of Nishijima Mari: "Do you want to use the hug or the back?"

Mari Nishijima stretched out his hand to him, and asked confidently: "I want to hug."

Echizen Ryuya bent down and picked her up from the ground.

He felt that Nishijima was very light and small.Every time I picked her up, she nestled in my arms as well as a doll, as cute as her appearance.

Nishijima shrank into his arms, yawned, and there was a little physiological luster on her eyelashes.She was really sleepy, Echizen Longya carried her from the living room to her room for a short while, she closed her eyes again, and fell asleep in a daze.

Echizen Ryuya had no choice but to put her on the bed and get up again - no success.Mari Nishijima was still tugging at a piece of cloth on his chest.

He could only maintain this posture, propping his hands on the bed, helplessly: "Truth sauce, let go."

"..."

Echizen Longya pinched her face: "Truth sauce."

Mari Nishijima was at a loss, opened his eyes, and let go of his hands.She lay down on the bed, and very obediently grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around herself, her voice was so sleepy that it was sticky.

"Thank you for taking me back to the room...good night...remember to close the door and turn on the air conditioner for me..."

Her voice became lower and lower, half of her face was buried in the quilt, her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the lower eyelid.

Echizen Ryuya's single arm was still propped on the sheet, he bent his arm, and his whole body sank more obviously, his chest almost pressed against Mari Nishijima's shoulder.

Mari Nishijima felt oppressed inexplicably, opened his eyes, and looked at Echizen Ryuya blankly—the two just looked at each other, Mari Nishijima's face was still dull from sleep.

Echizen Ryuya's Adam's apple twitched.He lowered his eyes, stroked Nishidao's forehead hair with one hand, and gently kissed the wound between her eyebrows: "Good night."

Mari Nishijima: "...good night?"

Echizen Ryuya chuckled lightly: "Well, good night."

Mari Nishijima hesitated for a moment, raised his face, and kissed Echizen Ryuya on the chin with great effort: "Good night."

-Complete-