Not too many out of four

The work Izu contacted is not difficult, but it is a little troublesome and needs to be visited several times.

But as long as it is solved this time, it will be regarded as a good start, and it will gradually start to make money later, and there is no need for Lijia to worry about household expenses.

After driving the car back to the parking lot of the hotel, Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the cigarette case and glanced at the people beside him: "Do you want it?"

He belongs to the future. I don’t know how long it will take. He always seems calm and self-sufficient. Zhongyuan Zhong didn’t see him have any enthusiasm for sports cars or red wine. Maybe he became a leader and gradually became familiar with luxury goods. Take it to heart.

"Mr. Nakaya" responded in a low voice, took the cigarette, bit it, and lit it with the cigarette lighter on the car.

Two red lights lit up in the dark car, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his hand with a cigarette in his hand and flicked it out of the car window, leaving a little soot: "Do you want to go back now?"

The lights in the hot spring hotel are reflected on the front windshield very clearly. The bright lights will reflect a glimmer of light in the dim open-air parking lot. People don't need to worry about not being able to see the road when walking down.

"Wait a little longer..." "Mr. Nakaya" let out a deep breath of smoke, his expression was very calm and indifferent, and his eyes were far away and calmly looking in the direction of the hotel.

He has never smoked in front of Li Jia, and this time he will take Zhongyuan Zhongya's cigarettes, but he just remembered something from the past.

They have not been in contact with the other world for more than a year, and they are very used to it when they go back to touch that world again. Naturally, they found a way to make a living by being familiar with the car and the road.

Whether it is Nakahara Chuya, who is the cadre of the port mafia, or "Mr. Nakaya", the leader of the port mafia, they are all too familiar with the inner world, so that people who meet them face to face suddenly think that they are immersed in the world. The mafia has been in the mafia for many years, and it is a senior member of the organization backed by powerful forces.

Perhaps people who are immersed in the other world can smell each other's dark aura, which "Mr. Zhongye" does not have, and "Zhongye" does not have this aura. Only when they got out of the car did they attract each other's attention.

Just like sharks have an extremely strong sense of smell for blood, even if the car they drive is just a small car rented by a car dealer at will for travel, it is not expensive and special, and it is worth looking at.

But the two mafia in the car made the blond young man waiting at the agreed place instantly alerted by 12.

The idea of ​​danger and not being underestimated at will flashed through his mind, immediately changing the other party's coping strategies and plans.

Maybe it won't take three to five days before things can be finalized smoothly.

What they lack at this stage is time and opportunities to contact and test each other.

To show sincerity, the other party did not track them to the hotel where they were staying, and Nakahara also had time to go around and get rid of them and go back to the hotel.

"Don't you still have to wait for the smell of the smoke to dissipate?" Zhong Yuanzhong glanced at him with a half-smile, "It's better to go back to the hotel to wash off the smell before going back to see her."

I was really worried that my uncool side would be exposed in front of her, so I shouldn't have taken his cigarette.

In other words, the little girl already had feelings for them and knew that they were not people who followed the rules.

The 22-year-old Zhongyuan Zhong also drinks, smokes, and races. Wouldn't "Mr. Zhongya" not do this after becoming the leader of the organization?

"...No, I'm just adjusting my state." "Mr. Nakaya" didn't pay attention to his words, took a deep breath of the smell of tobacco, and then let it out slowly, as if wanting to let out the boredom in his heart.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, and couldn't help frowning: "What?"

The quiet cobalt blue eyes glanced at him, the pupils in the eyes were as thin as cold-blooded animals, "Mr. Nakaya" knocked on the rearview mirror: "Look at your eyes."

Just like "Mr. Chuya", the pupils have shrunk to the extreme, and they are still immersed in the special state of attack and vigilance sensitivity.

It's been a long time since I came back to touch that world, and I didn't even notice that my state was wrong when I came back from going out for the first time.

They were still immersed in their identities as high-level cadres and leaders of the mafia in the back world, and they had not adjusted their way back. They were in a dangerous state that had never appeared in front of Li Jia.

Going back now might scare her.

The taste of smoking tobacco is to let the emotions relax and relieve as soon as possible, and return to the harmless state that Lijia is most familiar with.

"I was reminded by you." Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head and laughed at himself.

None of them wanted to expose this side to Li Jia, and even though Li Jia was now deeply involved in the mafia and closely related to their fate, they didn't want her to be afraid of themselves.

She never asked about their identities and jobs in the original world, and they didn't intend to bring it up.

Let Li Jia know that they will all be mafia in the future, she should be very scared, right?

The burnt cigarette caught between his fingers was crumpled up and thrown into the ashtray in the car. Nakahara took out another cigarette and bit it in his mouth, ready to re-ignite and use tobacco to calm down his high-pitched emotions.

Horrified and sharp screams came from the hotel, breaking through the quiet space in the parking lot: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

His face changed drastically in an instant, he didn't even care about the car, he rushed out and ran in the direction of the screaming sound.

It wasn't Li Jia's cry, but the scream happened in the hotel, and the murder cases in this world are so high that hearing such a shrill and sharp cry can almost be concluded that a case has occurred.

They won't be there right?Could it be that they really went to join in the excitement and ran into the scene of the crime again?

Zhong Yuan Zhong also's face became more and more ugly, and he didn't even have time to worry about where he ran to the hotel, he just opened the door forcefully: "Li Jia!"

A large amount of blood was printed on the ground, on the ping-pong table, and even on the clothes of the people around. The woman lying on the ground was wearing a hotel bathrobe, and a large amount of blood spattered out. In an instant, he greeted his own death.

"Chuya, brother..." The weak voice with lingering fears called back his attention. The girl was protected by "Chuya" and "Chuya-jun". The beautiful pink kimono was splashed with blood, and her beautiful and lovely face was rare. Wearing a light makeup, the girl is a little more charming and delicate.

But now the delicate light makeup was splashed with bright red blood spots, and even the tips of her hair were dripping blood, polluting the kimono.

Before he saw her fully dressed in kimono, he saw her frail and frightened expression first.

Obviously, it was the woman who died in the lounge. The death was so sudden and horrifying that she couldn't greet her returning family with her usual smile.

"What's going on?" Zhongyuan Zhongye ran in such a hurry that he didn't even care about the car. "Mr. Zhongye" came over a little behind him and threw the car keys to him.

There were only Li Jia and the others in the lounge, and the waiter who was responsible for delivering the sake, who happened to witness the scene of the woman's death with them, and there was no one else.

"The knife flew over from outside," "Mr. Zhongye" paused, considering Li Jia's emotions, lowered his voice and said, "Kill her."

The deceased was killed in full view. When the knife flew over and pierced her body, Li Jia happened to be standing near her, and was splashed with blood all over her face before she even had time to hide.

Witnessing a person's death and blood splattered all over her body made her tremble slightly, fear and panic made her heart beat faster, and her face couldn't help turning pale. She couldn't hide her pale and fragile face.

When Hattori Heiji rushed in, Li Jia grabbed the clothes of "Chuya" and almost shouted: "Brother..."

It looks like Kudo Shinichi, and his actions are the same as him. He rushed in with the screams, but was shocked for a moment, and soon recovered so that they were not allowed to approach the corpse, waiting for the police to arrive.

Last night, through the bamboo fence, Li Jia only heard his voice. When they met in the morning, they didn't take a good look at him. They just wanted to get rid of the embarrassment and leave quickly. He didn't expect Hattori Heiji to be so similar to Kudo Shinichi.

It's not just about looks, it's about his reactions.

Every reaction he made on the scene was like her brother, Kudo Shinichi, a high school student detective in Kanto.

But he is a detective from Osaka, a high school student detective who is almost as famous as Kudo Shinichi.

"What happened just now?" Hattori Heiji frowned, "Are all of you present?"

"Zhong Ye" frowned and motioned him to look at the door on the other side of the leisure room: "This knife flew in from the outside, smashed the door of the Japanese room and killed that woman."

"The three of us are the only ones who have been here. She just saw the knife flying in when she brought the wine to this woman." There was no other companion to persuade her.

"The police come here as long as someone takes notes?" "Chuya" refrained from cooperating with Hattori Heiji's questioning, "Can I let her go to the hot spring to clean first?"

Li Jia was the closest person to the deceased, blood was splashed all over her body, the kimono she just bought was so dirty that she couldn't bear to look at it, her hair and face were stained with blood.

Hattori Heiji's eyes turned around them in amazement. It's really rare for the four brothers to look so similar: "This may not be very convenient..."

"It's better to wait for the forensic officer to come over, and we can restore the trajectory of the knife flying over and the blood splashing on her body." His voice became slower and slower, and it was a little difficult to continue being stared at by "Chuya".

If possible, he actually wanted to directly ask Li Jia about the scene.

After all, she had the most blood on her body, and she should have been the person who stood closest to the deceased at that time, and she might have found clues that others hadn't.

However, these four men were very protective of their cubs, even the least obvious man couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Zhongye" tutted softly, and said, "Then can we wait outside?"

You can't let Li Jia stay in this room all the time, avoid the blood and let Li Jia go out and wait outside, at least you can relax a lot.

"That's not a problem..."

Before he finished speaking, Nakahara had already taken off his coat and put it on Li Jia, blocking her view of Hattori Heiji, and whispered: "Let's go out and wait."

In this situation, it is unrealistic for Li Jia to go to the women's soup alone to clean up. Even the leisure room can suddenly fly in with a knife, let alone the open-air soup pool.

Her hands were terribly cold, and her complexion wasn't too ugly now, it was all thanks to the light makeup put on by the proprietress, so that she wouldn't lose her blood color and become frighteningly pale.

Li Jia held the slightly hot paper cup, and the warmth spread to her palm little by little, alleviating her fear of witnessing death up close.

She looked up at Nakahara Chuya and the others' solemn expressions, and said softly, "That, Hattori-kun..."

"What's wrong with him?" "Mr. Zhongye" didn't expect her to mention others at this time, and asked in surprise.

"He looks like an older brother," Li Jia hesitated and said slowly, "Not only his appearance, but also his reaction just now are very similar."

Although it was to divert their attention, Li Jia really thought so, and almost yelled at Hattori Heiji.

"Aren't all detectives like that?" "Nakaya-kun" followed her words and looked into the lounge.

Hattori Heiji was conducting a simple autopsy on the deceased, looking at the wounds and blood on the surface, the stiffness of the limbs, and the traces left at the scene, and did not notice that the people outside were discussing him in a low voice.

"It would be great if he had the strength of Kudo," Zhong Yuan wiped Li Jia's face with a handkerchief moistened with warm water, and wiped away the blood that slowly dried and solidified on her face, "I hope he can Solve the case quickly."

It is rare to come across a case every time you go out, whether the case will attract detectives or the murder cases in this world are really so high that you can see them everywhere.

"Brother Chuya, do you think Hattori-kun can do it?" It seems that they haven't said a word, and they haven't met face to face.

Just now Chuya Nakahara and "Mr. Chuya" saw Hattori Heiji for the first time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted inexplicably, held her face and wiped off the makeup on her face, and said, "Who knows? It looks good."

However, if it was a detective like Mori Kogoro, they would probably have to wait until the police finished recording their statements in the middle of the night before they could wash up and go back to their room to rest.

No, if we can't find the murderer, maybe we won't be able to solve it until dawn.

"Does any of you know the identity of the deceased?" Hattori Heiji poked his head out. The deceased was wearing a yukata and had no wallet or anything like that on him. When he asked the waiter, he was too frightened to say a word, only shivering. .

"She was drinking like crazy when she came in, clamoring for a drink, she might as well ask the proprietress if she asked us." "Zhong Ye" crossed his arms, blocking his view of Li Jia.

"... Reiko Oshima," Li Jia obediently raised her face and let Nakahara Chuya move, her face was kneaded like dough, and even her words became a little vague: "She brought her own racket when she first came in, and it said her name."

"Really?" Hattori Heiji showed a look of surprise, and ran back to the room to find the racket jacket, "Aren't there only four rackets inside?"

The three of Li Jia and the others borrowed rackets from the hotel, including the two companions who were not together at the beginning, wouldn't it be just right to borrow two?

"We only borrowed one pair. These two guys have gone out to work. I don't know when they will come back. It's useless to borrow too much." Besides, they are not here for the game today, but just come to the table tennis table to kill some time. The main reason is to let Li Jia practice his hands. There is no need to borrow so much for one-on-one practice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also folded the handkerchief in half to reveal the clean side, and wiped the color on Li Jia's lips. The lips as soft as petals made him dare not move too much, and wiped off the bright and colorful lip gloss to reveal the true color of light pink underneath.

"Don't lick it, it's not something you can eat," Nakahara Zhong also warned in a low voice, "Eating too much lipstick will give her a stomachache."

Li Jia opened her eyes wide in shock, she didn't even know.

It's just that Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his mouth itchy, and if he wanted to lick it off by himself, he didn't need to wipe it with a handkerchief.

The tip of Hong Yanyan's tongue obediently retracted, she pouted like a little goldfish to facilitate Nakahara Chuya's movements, turned her gaze to the other side, and asked vaguely, "Is the racket cover missing?"

"Miss Oshima is a guest of the hotel, so we should be able to find her, uh," her voice suddenly choked, and while he was stunned, she hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief, lowered her head and wiped her mouth indiscriminately, and whispered: "Holding, sorry, I Come yourself."

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded in a low voice, stood up straight and took a step back.

The thumb and index finger pads are rubbed together slowly, as if you can still feel the soft tip of the tongue licking your fingers, and the warm and delicate touch in your mouth.

There was a little girl's lip gloss on his fingertips, and he lowered his eyes and rubbed away the blush little by little, as if he was rubbing the color on his lips with his fingers, making it more beautiful and moving.

It wasn't until another scream came from the other direction of the hotel that he came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and whispered, "It's the voice from Tangchi."