[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

She talked about the goosebumps all over Toru Amuro's body.

He was quite courageous at first, but at any rate, it was for humans, and he was in awe of inhuman things.

He didn't hide the nervousness in his heart, he took another sip from the glass of water: "Then what?"

Zhiyu Sakura lowered her voice: "The man posted this recording on the Internet, and soon someone said that the voice in it was very similar to his father. Then people began to claim the human voice in the audio... Then It was already the seventh day when the incident happened, but on the third day after the air crash, the rescue team had already confirmed that all members died, and no one survived. It is absolutely impossible for anyone on the plane to make that call. "

Not anyone.

Toru Amuro was holding the coffee in his hand, trying to absorb the heat: "Maybe this audio..."

"That's right, it's just as you guessed," Zhiyu Sakurana didn't pretend to be mysterious: "That's the last recording about the air crash, a distress call broadcast by the deceased."

Amuro Toru suddenly felt cold.

There were no customers coming to Poirot Café at this time, and there were Toru Amuro and the girl in front of him sitting in the huge storefront. It was dusk, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians.

The shop was a bit desolate, and the wind chimes hanging at the door kept tinkling, but there was obviously no wind outside the door.

The girl's voice was clear and empty, and it rang softly in Toru Amuro's ears: "The human beings who died in the air crash fell directly into the sea, and a small number of them did not die directly, but that was definitely not their luck, on the contrary , That was their misfortune. The temperature of the ocean in winter is cold, the water is very icy, and there is a cold current from the Sea of ​​Japan nearby, and a drop of tear in the center of the ocean can immediately freeze into ice beads."

"What kind of reception do you say to those who happen to fall in the middle of the ocean?"

Needless to say, the ending can be imagined: "Those human beings who did not die immediately experienced the longest death process in the last short time of their lives. They felt their skin gradually numb, their bodies froze, and finally Their mouths and noses slowly sank into the water, suffocating to death, or freezing to death. In this way, the water sealed their wishes and their bodies in the ocean forever."

Her voice seemed to have some unknown power, bringing Amuro's thoughts into the world of those victims bit by bit, simultaneously feeling the helpless struggle and sorrow of human beings in the face of irresistible death.

Amuro Toru's lips moved, and he spit out a few syllables that he couldn't even understand: "Phone..."

Anyway, the idea of ​​a call from the undead is too terrifying and unrealistic.

Zhiyu Yingna smiled: "Don't worry, drink some hot one first, the coffee in your cup is cold, I'll get you a new cup."

Toru Amuro didn't answer, he still doesn't have enough brains.

It took a long time to say: "Okay."

He was also really dull.

She turned against customers and went to the bar where Toru Amuro was working, took some hot coffee, saw a cream mixer next to her, went back to get a glass of milk that had not been started on the table, and used the juicer to stir out the froth I poured it on top of the coffee, turned the spoon upside down and traced it with the handle for a while.Pushed the final product to Toru Amuro, who was still in a daze.

"You invited me to eat so many sandwiches, and I have nothing else to thank, so I borrow flowers to present Buddha and make coffee with milk."

Amuro lowered his head in a daze, and then he saw the coffee in his cup clearly: "Do you know how to make latte art?"

"It will be a little bit."

The top of the coffee color blends with the white milk foam, and by virtue of the difference between the two colors, a large flower is drawn on it, which is a very complicated pattern, as if peeking at a delicate embroidery with a kaleidoscope , Even if it's just a simple double color, thousands of complex and magnificent flowers bloom in the field of vision.How can this be a little bit, to be able to make such a pattern in such a short period of time is simply a masterpiece of a master.

Amuro came back to his senses and praised with admiration: "I didn't expect you to do this...it's amazing."

Zhiyu Sakurana pouted her mouth to signal him to taste it: "Anyway, it's for drinking, as long as you like it."

He looked at the delicate pattern, looked around for a while, and felt that it was more and more beautiful, and he was a little reluctant to drink it.

Toru Amuro seriously proposed: "Is Oriha interested in coming here to work part-time? Anyway, Poirot Cafe is not very far from Hyotei. If you are not busy at work, I can even send you to and from school."

Such a powerful craftsmanship is not an exaggeration even if it is placed in a high-end western restaurant, there is absolutely no shortage of people to invite.Oroba Sakura probably learned it when her family was still rich?

Zhiyu Sakurana declined: "Thank you, Mr. Amuro, for your kindness, but I still don't need it."

Toru Amuro expressed his regret. He picked up the coffee cup very lightly, tilted it slightly, and tried not to damage the milk foam pattern on the surface of the coffee. Function, this taste is really good, why does the coffee you make always feel much better than mine with the same material?"

"It's probably a visual effect." She explained briefly, and then continued the story before making coffee: "Phone, someone checked that number, but found that it was an empty number. I want to know why the call got through, and the reason is very different. Easy, I think you can try to guess."

Just like the pictures suddenly received on Toru Amuro's computer, everything has a root cause.

Perhaps because of drinking a cup of hot coffee, Toru Amuro was not as nervous as before, and he even took the initiative to guess: "Is it because of...obsession?"

"Bingo."

Zhiyu Sakurana made a joke to ease the atmosphere: "I will give you ten points."

Toru Amuro laughed: "The tenth will be recorded first."

She raised her eyebrows and continued: "Because of the obsession of the dead, their past and future have been sealed up at sea forever, and they can no longer return home. But the souls floating in the sea are displaced, and they can't find their way home. direction, unwilling to believe the fact that he is dead, rather than saying so, it is better to say that he refuses to accept... That state of existence is called a spirit, when a certain frequency of the spirit son coincides with the frequency of communication, it will be It can be used to convey the voice of their heart that they are still repeating until the last moment."

——It’s cold in the sea

——Why am I the one who died?

- I want to go home

Repeated over and over again, in the last moments of life.

At that time, she was locked in the deep sea, awakened by the repeated cries of these dead and restless souls.Their bodies floating up and down the sea have become a piece of dead meat, eaten by swarms of fish, and the smell of blood attracts sharks. Sharks are cruel and voracious, and they are devoured by the shoal of fish.In the blink of an eye, the last traces of these people in the world disappeared.

"So you're trying to say that the picture I saw was probably sent by Qiongzi herself," Amuro tentatively speculated, "Because I was extremely desperate during the process of being mutilated—being ruthlessly used by my family." , being cruelly abandoned by her lover, and finally being treated fiercely... These things made Yiqiongzi feel very unwilling, so that's why she activated the contact machine?"

The swollen and white face soaked in formalin in my mind didn't seem so hideous anymore.

Many unpleasant people and things will become completely opposite once they are colored with emotion.Toru Amuro sympathized with the woman who soaked in the bathtub and sang sadly.

He was not as scared as before: "But what's the matter with that song?"

Zhiyu Yingna looked at the passers-by outside the window: "I probably have to ask Qiongzi herself about this."

Born in the upper class, but the fate has always drifted with the tide, not in his own hands.

Tapping the beat with her hands on the table, she hummed softly.

"Good flowers - don't bloom often, good scenery - don't last long, worry - heaps smiley brows, tears - shed lovesickness... After parting tonight, when will you come again -"

The sun had completely sunk to the west, and a row of crows on the wire fluttered their wings and flew towards the dimmed clouds in the west, dropping a few black feathers.The strange and sad singing still lingers in the ears, the old Showa flavor has a sense of vicissitudes of time, but the teenage girl has mastered this flavor of time so skillfully.He seemed to see a beautiful woman gradually losing all expectations for life, and at the end of the day, her beauty was withered, but her hoarse voice kept repeating a song, gradually taking on the color of aging.

The melody sung by Oraha Sakurana is very strange, it can never keep up with the rhythm of the beat on the table, but it has a strange sense of fit.

"After leaving tonight, when will you come again..."

……

Toru Amuro closed the door.

"Let me take you home, it's getting late now," he smiled like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old: "Thank you for the story you told me today, as a thank you, you are welcome anytime Come to Café Poirot for a sandwich I made myself."

Zhiyu Sakurana was really not polite to him: "If you say something like this, be careful, I won't be polite."

He smiled instead: "What I want is to be polite. I have always felt that the Japanese nation is too particular about hypocritical politeness, and instead loses sincerity. How should I say it now, less routine and more sincerity."

She couldn't help laughing: "It's very interesting."

Toru Amuro accepted the compliment very bluntly: "Then thank you, Miss Oriha, for your compliment."

The area around the Polo Cafe is not a bustling area, and it is a bit quieter than other places at night, but the advantage is that it is very safe.After all, there lived the famous detective Mori Kogoro, who turned out to be a policeman, and no criminal likes to look for death and hit the gun.

Toru Amuro didn't feel too scared when he went home now, but Mihua and Adachi were about ten minutes away by car, since he brought him here, he had to be responsible for bringing him back intact.He opened the passenger seat and let Sakura Sakura sit in, then sat in the main driver's seat, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

Oriha Sakura fastened her seat belt and looked at Toru Amuro's black face through the front-view mirror: "Mr. Amuro, how old are you?"

"29," Toru Amuro answered casually, and then smiled belatedly: "I can't tell I'm so old."

"Unrecognizable."

Amuro paused, he couldn't make up his mind: Does this count as feeling young, or admitting that he is old?

He adjusted the rearview mirror: "In short, this is the age at which little girls like you can be called uncles."

Zhiyu Sakurana felt a little guilty: "Really?"

If a person can only live for a few decades, then every birthday of his is meaningful, but if a person can live for hundreds of years, or thousands of years...who still remembers to celebrate his birthday.Even age is meaningless.

It's not like: "I just turned 120 years old this year."

"Ah, then I'm younger than you, I'm only 120 years old this year."

This picture is simply ridiculous.

"Well, but I still prefer to pretend to be young, so that I can blend in with everyone, so I can pretend that I am still a student."

The road conditions at night are worth noting. The road conditions are not bad tonight, and Toru Amuro can spare some energy to talk to her: "You little girl, why are you so courageous?"

"You mean I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm not afraid," Zhiyu Yingnai played with the small doll pendant he put in the car: "It's good to have ghosts, but it's not good for you."

"I'm not that scared either."

"that is not what I meant."

Amuro stared straight ahead: "How to say?"

"Think about it, if the ghost of the victim can show up and describe the scene of the crime and the murderer, maybe the detective won't be very useful."

He laughed: "It would be great if that's the case. I wish there would be fewer homicide cases. Although I don't rely on this industry for a living, if I really rely on this industry for a living, it doesn't matter even if I lose my job because of it."

"You have a good heart," Zhiyu Yingnai said, "It's because I thought it was too simple. Even if there are ghosts, who can guarantee that what the ghosts say must be the truth."

"That's right, that's what Rashomon is all about."

People have selfishness, so they will lie. Ghosts are changed after death, and they also have selfishness, so they will naturally lie.

Toru Amuro stopped at the red light: "You still have to have confidence in the case of Oriha Seiichi. I believe that the laws of heaven are clear, and evil will be rewarded with evil."

Some things are obviously outside the truth, but they just interfere with the truth, making people helpless.

Zhiyu Sakurana drank coffee without being mentally exhausted: "I will. But I am a little curious. The little boy named Conan who was with you today is very interesting. Is the free-range policy popular now?"

"Huh... ah?" Toru Amuro almost turned off the ignition at the start: "He's just a little ghost, a bit clever, don't we all have that kind of gifted child nowadays, he is a distant relative of the famous writer Yusaku Kudo, even if he has a detective genetic inheritance It's normal, have you heard of Kudo Shinichi, that is his distant cousin, a well-known student detective in Tokyo."

She clicked her tongue twice: "No matter what, some things should be done step by step. How can such a young child be left at the scene of a murder and run around? Even if you want to carry out the death education abroad, it is not such an education method. Well, this is not the kind and dignified corpse lying in the mortuary, a Qiongzi is almost the same as a piece of pork hanging in the market."

"But children can't take care of them..." Although he is not Conan's guardian, Toru Amuro feels that he still needs to defend Kogoro Mori: "Actually, the adults of his family have tried everything possible, but they can't let him go. Forcibly locked indoors?"

"Of course it won't work if you stay indoors. How can you kill the flowers of the motherland? If children move their bodies enough, they should let their heads move as well," Zhiyu Yingna borrowed his mobile phone to find the search box and typed a few words: "Here, send this to the past, so that gifted children can develop their intelligence early."

Amuro glanced at it: five years of college entrance examination, three years of simulation.

Oriha Sakurana expressed sincerity on her face: "Where is there so much free time? It's because there are too few homework. This is the latest Japanese version of the textbook. I think it is also very good to train geniuses."

Amuro was a little moved.

The car drove into the community where Oraha Sakura lived, and soon stopped downstairs. Toru Amuro opened the door for her naturally: "Are you afraid, I will take you up?"

"Whether sending me up will seem too concerned, a girl like me will misunderstand," Zhiyu Yingna said mercilessly, "and I don't want to send you down again."

Toru Amuro gritted his teeth: "I'm afraid that you will leak information about the organization, and I will personally supervise your return."

She clicked her tongue for a while, and her voice was still soft even if she was deliberately provocative: "I have to live for a long time, maybe it will be revealed at some point. If you supervise yourself, you may have to supervise me for the rest of your life."

"I……"

The 29-year-old "big boy" opened his mouth, his face turned red, and he didn't say a word.

Was he being teased?

"see you later……"

Not caring about being rude, Toru Amuro sat back in the car and waved goodbye with a hand: "Go home early, don't delay, and make sure to lock the doors and windows."

The car sped forward, feeling a bit like running away.

What did she say to run so fast?

This is 29 years old, and he is not as thick-skinned as Keigo Atobe in his teens.

Oriha Sakura sighed and walked to the third floor without knowing it. The door of 302 was filled with memorial flowers, and a warning line was hung on the door, saying that entry is prohibited.

There was still a piece of chewing gum that Jiro Akutagawa gave him last time, and this was not a high-end lock. Sakura Sakura chewed it out, stuck it into the lock, and fiddled with it for a while, and the door creaked open.

If the smell of formalin smelled in the yard this afternoon was not only diluted but also dissipated by the wind, then this house is like a living herbarium, with a dead smell everywhere.The layout is the same as that of Masako's home. Oriha Sakura walked to the door of the bathroom. There were two dried bloody footprints on the white and yellowed tiles, which were protected by lines. She bypassed it and walked in.

In order to preserve the evidence, the formalin solution in the bathtub was restored to its original state.There was a faint streak of blood floating on it, just like the occasional situation in undercooked meat.

"Come on," Zhiyu Yingna pointed in the air, "It's time for you to return."

The formalin liquid is colorless and transparent, but the water in the bathtub suddenly stirred by itself, and the water lines slowly gathered and swelled up, looking closely like katakana one by one.

"Under the...floor in the living room?"

Zhiyu Yingna nodded: "I'll look for it."

She turned and walked out of the bathroom, the water in the bathtub churned and returned to calm.Things like just now are just an illusion.

There are so many floors in the living room, Zhiyu Yingna squatted on the ground after struggling for a while, knocking on the floor tiles one by one with her hands, until the floor next to the corner made a different sound - it was a little empty, as if there was still room inside. Something, she broke open the floor tiles with her hands, and found a small box underneath, opened it, and there was a document bag lying quietly inside.

"One Qiongzi, now it seems that your death is not completely worthless. I mean, for me, your death is still worthwhile."

She stood up holding the folder, talking to the air as if she was talking to herself: "I will trouble you to clean up the traces of my coming."

Oriha Sakurana felt that the air seemed to ripple, as if someone was sighing.

She sneered.

Everyone has selfishness, Yiyi Qiongzi is also the daughter of a politician's family, even if she loves someone again, she has a bit of care, she is unwilling to let her father completely control her, and she is unwilling to be useless in front of her lover .

So an important bargaining chip is needed.

Politicians don't have a few simple roles, but they also don't have a few good ones. The reason why Seiichi Zhiyu was defeated like a mountain is just because someone is fueling the flames.

One of the actions of Qiongzi's father and a political secretary is absolutely indispensable.In fact, the one who was actually involved in the money laundering organization was a political secretary. He found out that his daughter, who was already engaged to a political rookie, was involved with such criminals, so he tried to frame Oriha Seiichi, and tried every means to get him to plead guilty. , not only solved the political opponents, but also got the funds from the superiors, and solved the gangsters who were overwhelmed and wanted to climb up, killing three birds with one stone, without any future troubles.

It's just that Zheng Siyi did not expect him to be so cruel, and his daughter also inherited his cruelty.

Hypocrisy cannot be exchanged for sincerity.

The document in Zhiyu Sakurana's hand was a document that Qiongzi sneaked into his father's political secretary Yiyi's study before he eloped. It not only contained a contact record between the political secretary and several illegal organizations, various deposit slips for transfers, and various other documents. Various large transaction records.

Pick one at random, and once it is confirmed, one political secretary can be knocked down immediately, and he can never stand up again.

She walked out of 302 with the documents in her arms.

The chrysanthemums all over the ground were already withered after being blown by the wind in the corridor for a day.

***

After a full night's sleep, Oriha Sakurana was in good spirits, and she didn't need a candlestick to wake up Mitsutada, and lifted the quilt by herself.

Candlestick cut Guangzhong said in surprise: "Is the master going to use his body?"

Qiaoqiao turned her head, Zhiyu Yingna's body was still lying flat on the bed, she twisted her neck and made a gurgling sound: "There is no big problem supporting my body now."

This world is very strange, and the spiritual energy is concentrated on a few people, especially the little boy named Conan yesterday, who has recovered a lot of strength after staying with him for a short time.This is something that other people cannot get, no matter how strong the aura is, because Conan has a unique smell of death.

Changing your appearance is a simple thing, basically you don’t need to learn it, you can do it as long as you have the strength, Qiaoqiao changed another face, Zhiyu Yingna’s face, patted on the face, and felt a real pain .

It's better to have your own face.

Qiaoqiao put her bag on her back, and the bag was full of snacks as usual: "Then I'll go first, you remember to keep her safe, maybe it will come in handy sometime."

Candlestick cut his expression as if he had swallowed a fly. He looks a bit older now, about the age of a junior high school student, but with the vicissitudes of an old man: "I know..."

She walked down the stairs unhurriedly, and she didn't have to worry about being late anymore. As soon as she exited the unit, a luxury car with a style that didn't match the civilian area blocked her like a bandit. As soon as the car door was opened: "Get in the car."

"Atobe Keigo?"

Although he already knew that the person who came was him, but he still had to be surprised, Qiaoqiao was surprised: "Why did you come here?"

"Why can't my uncle come?"

Atobe Keigo twitched the corner of his mouth: "There are murder cases, it's rare that you are still so calm."

Qiaoqiao said: "The murder happened on the third floor. As you know, Mr. Atobe, it was the stall I took you downstairs to pass some time ago."

"...You don't need to remind me of this." Atobe Keigo was still a little horrified when he thought of this incident, and he was a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect the woman inside to be a member of a family, and she has been dead for so long... ...It's been more than ten days, but there is no news at all, and it's too good to hide a single one."

The newspaper news came out so quickly, Qiaoqiao asked him: "So Atobe, you came to pick me up because you were worried about me?"

I thought he would refute, but Keigo Atobu said, "Yes."

The car started.

Qiaoqiao thought about it in her mind, whether she should say "thank you" to Keigo Atobe.

"The trace department..."

Atobe Keigo glanced out the window to see the scenery: "Don't say those useless polite words to me, I don't want to hear it."

"No," Qiaoqiao flatly denied, "I just want to ask you a question."

"You ask."

"Isn't it?" Qiaoqiao recalled: "Every time you feel embarrassed, you will call yourself the uncle?"

Keigo Atobe opened his mouth to deny it.

But she seemed to be right.

So he said: "Ah huh? Why do you always pay attention to these useless places. Talking about Zhiyu, you should also consider moving and living in another place. It's reasonable to live in this place again. It doesn't matter to you. benefit."

Qiaoqiao asked: "I live here, what's the matter?"

It's not good for you to live here.

Just as he was about to blurt out these words, Keigo Atobe found his tone a bit stiff, and he would soften after silence: "That kind of thing happened to a Qiongzi on the third floor, and Zhiyu is also considered to have something to do with this matter, it is hard to guarantee I won't attack you next time."

After all, he was born in a wealthy family, and he has been influenced by his ears and eyes. Keigo Atobe's nose is naturally sensitive in this regard. Even if he doesn't know the inside story, he can easily smell something wrong.

People say that Keigo Atobe was born in a wealthy family, he is talented and athletic, so he always judges people with his chin down, does things as he pleases, and never cares about the consequences.

In fact, it is too much to say, it is his strength that allows him to ignore all rules.

He is the rule.

But the more you know about some things, the more unfavorable it is. Atobe Keigo doesn't want her to get involved in this pile of muddy water again: "I found a new place for you, not too far from the school..."

"and many more."

Qiaoqiao tilted her head and smiled: "What did you say? Did you find me a new place to live?"

"Yes," Keigo Atobe looked at her and repeated: "You move."

"Thank you, I live here pretty well, and I have no plans to move for the time being."

Damn pride.

Atobe Keigo closed his eyes, feeling a little anxious.

Qiaoqiao chuckled lightly: "I really don't need to bother you so much."

Oruha Sakurana said that he would change his name when he was embarrassed, but Keigo Atobe could tell that once this woman wanted to distance herself from others, her tone would become polite and respectful.

I don't know if it's because the light in the car was too dark, or because he didn't sleep well last night, but Keigo Atobe had a blue shadow in front of his eyes, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Don't mess around, you can't afford to worry about what happens to this bony eye."

"No one knows my own situation better than me, Mr. Atobe," Qiaoqiao said in a flat tone, "I don't need to move, this kind of useless move is meaningless, and I don't want anyone Help me decide."

Atobe Keigo stopped turning his pen, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Stop stupid persistence, or you won't be able to stop losses in time."

Qiaoqiao's voice turned cold: "What is stupid persistence? I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Atobe, I don't know that the relationship between us is enough for you to make this decision for me?"

Keigo Atobe pressed her tight temples, and asked her incredulously, "Don't you really like living in that kind of ghost place?"

Qiaoqiao paused, and repeated his words in the form of an affirmative sentence: "Yes, I just like living in this kind of ghost place."

Only those who are ignorant and fearless do not know the heights of the heavens and the earth, Qiaoqiao suppresses the irritability in his heart.She didn't know how long she had been the boss in the sea, nor did she know if Keigo Atobe's ancestors were born at that time.

She looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "You'd better not try to control me."

Even if she is reduced to what she is now, she will never let a kid who is not yet an adult control her head.

Oruha Sakurana is so arrogant that it is unreasonable, and the pen in Atobe Keigo's hand is almost broken.For the first time, he discovered that a woman could be so unreasonable, not only unreasonable but also very stupid.

I heard before that Domyoji Tsukasa of Eideku Gakuen had a crush on a grassroots girl who said "you damn rich people". Keigo Atobe also laughed at that stupid Tyrannosaurus rex who had problems with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, my eyes became even more blind.

Keigo Atobe twitched the corner of his mouth, let go of his fingers, and the pen landed on the soft-fur cushion in the car, splashing ink, and his eyes darkened.

He leaned back in his chair and said mockingly, "I thought you were someone who lived in the upper class and could see the pros and cons of the current situation, but I didn't expect you to be so blind. Compared with your ridiculous self-esteem, is it the most urgent thing now? Aren't you thinking about how to save your life?"

Qiaoqiao turned her head, and the slightly burning anger finally suppressed after seeing the two blue shadows in front of him.

This person is arrogant, this person is arrogant, didn't she choose him after knowing all about it beforehand.

She changed her tone: "Kinggo Atobe, I know you are kind, but I said that I don't need this kind of kindness. This is not a matter of self-esteem. I hate being interfered by others. Now no one is qualified to interfere with me .”

No one is qualified to interfere with her.

Atobe Keigo suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for being too stupid.He bent down, put his elbows on his knees, and his eyes did not know which corner of the car he fell on. He seemed to say something, but he didn't say anything.

This woman has a sweet and cute smile on the surface, but in fact she does her own way, and her heart is as cold as ice.

Yushi Ninzu took her away yesterday afternoon. It's not that he didn't have a taste or two in his heart, but he didn't come forward to intervene to stop her.

My biggest opponent has never been Yushi Ninzu, but the ice in her heart.

"Who do you think I am?"

He didn't know whether he asked or not.

No answer was heard.Probably didn't hear it.

It's okay if he didn't hear it, Keigo Atobe was a little disappointed, but also a little lucky, because his intuition told him that he probably wouldn't have any good answers.

In the silent car, I suddenly heard the girl's soft voice, which was different from usual, and seemed sweeter.

Qiaoqiao grabbed the seat belt on her waist, which was fastened by Keigo Atobe, and she pinched it in her hand, loosened and pulled, pulled and loosened, and couldn't find an exit to get out.

She said, "Kego Atobe, do you think you know the real me?"

***

Akutagawa Jirou was almost exhausted from being raped.

He felt that the minister was very angry these days, and the reason could be imagined.

Because Mao's love affair with girls doesn't go his way, do you want to blame the poor staff?Is this a human thing?ah?

And Ninja Yushi.

The two of them had their own sad bgm effect. One came out with a background of frost and snow, and could freeze people to death without using the Ice Kingdom.

These two guys can't meet together yet, but when they meet accidentally, Akutagawa Jiro thinks that Hyotei can come up with a new combination.

Bingdi ntr group.Or, Bai Xue Duo.

Of course, this kind of thinking must not be spoken out, otherwise his sheepskin will definitely be stripped off.

"Zhiyu..." Cirou swayed Qiaoqiao's clothes back and forth, like a tumbler doll: "Sakura, please take care of one of them... My life is so miserable right now... "

Qiaoqiao squeezed his fingers away, and replied calmly: "Begging for others is better than asking for yourself, Ci Lang, I think you can handle one by yourself."

Ci Lang stuttered in fright: "Are you...are you kidding me?"

Standing there, she didn't look at Yushi Ninzu on the left, nor Keigo Atobe on the right: "It is said that the most popular book on the Hyotei campus is Jiji, although there are Ninji, but not many."

This is very irritating, Cilang put the tennis racket aside heavily: "Why should I suffer!"

Qiaoqiao patiently found the reason on him: "Maybe because you have curly hair."

Cilang sniffed: "Why is this... are you leaving?"

"That's right," she packed her backpack: "I've already finished my work, why should I stay here?"

Ci Lang whispered: "If you go to eat, remember to leave a copy for me."

"Tsk."

Qiaoqiao stretched out her hand and waved to him lazily: "Got it."

Ghost spirit.

From Qiaoqiao's point of view, Akutagawa Jiro is the smartest among the few people he has come into contact with. He has the sensitivity of small animals, which makes him have a natural respect and affection for himself.

After all, there will still be conflicts between friends when they get along, unless they are up and down, they are absolutely obedient, and getting along is the most comfortable.

Jiro Chaojibu Keigo shook his head lightly.

The boy snorted softly and turned his head. The opponent on the opposite side had already been beaten tremblingly by him with a tennis ball.

"Let me do it."

Jiro accepted the other party's thankful eyes, picked up his racket and sparred with Keigo Atobe.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

In fact, he originally stood in forbearance. After all, the setting of young domestication sounds more advantageous, but he still obeys the current fashion.

The childhood sweetheart can't win against the Skyfall.

"Atobe—" Jiro hit the ball he hit back: "You are not as strong as I imagined!"

Atobe Keigo knew what Jiro was talking about, caught the ball, and didn't say the phrase "No matter what I do, I am the most perfect".

On the contrary, Cirou felt a little uneasy.

***

It is better to rely on the sky than on yourself.

Qiaoqiao took the opportunity last time to obtain a stall business license from Tezuka Kuniichi. There is no special centralized management for mobile vendors in Japan, but a permit is still required.

She bought a newspaper in a small bookstore on the side of the street. After buying it for seven days, there was almost no news about Qiongzi's death. I have to say that there was some tricks to one article. Today, I finally found it in the social section of the newspaper. One piece of news.

[Female living alone was brutally murdered, dismembered and dismembered, suspected perverted crime]

Not too conspicuous.

There are too many murderous perverts in Japan, and this is not a shocking thing.

It's a good calculation, I'm afraid I will find a way to find that document in the near future.

Qiaoqiao walked into the supermarket, and it didn't take long before she came out with a lot of things. When she was paying, she touched the pouch on her body, snorted and put it back, and took it out.