[Comprehensive] The bloody case caused by the Akashi family

【at the wedding】

One day after many years, finally came the day when Kenji Yajima planned to hold a wedding.

Yajima Yajima picked out the clothes in the closet, turned her head and glanced at the man who was still asleep, with a satisfied smile on her lips.She looked at it for a while, threw the clothes aside, jumped on the bed, and threw herself directly on top of him.

"Woke up."

The soft and sticky voice calling him to get up rang in his ears, Akashi smiled, stretched out his hand and hugged him, "Wake up so early?"

"My brother is getting married today, so I need to choose a dress suitable for the wedding. I didn't think about it last night." Yajima Mixia turned over and broke away from his embrace, picked up the dress and compared it to her, "Your dress doesn't Choose, shall we? Get up and choose."

Akashi sat up halfway, "This kind of thing should have been prepared a few days ago."

"Aren't you busy educating your son about bedwetting a few days ago?" Yajima Mika directly took off her pajamas and changed into a dress on the bed.

After giving birth, her figure recovered quickly and has been maintained very well since then. The dress on her body is beautiful, the size is suitable, elegant and dignified, which can enhance her temperament.Everything was beautiful at first, but when I looked in the mirror, there were very eye-catching red dots on the exposed collarbone and the skin above the chest. If she went out wearing this dress, people who saw it would definitely be impressed by the night life of their husband and wife. , imagination.

Akashi's voice came from behind, "Are you going to wear this to the wedding?"

"...I think." Yajima Yajima replied, "But I can't wear it." She pointed to the marks, "Seijuro, it's all your fault, right?"

"I think it's pretty good." Akashi smiled softly, "Change to something less revealing."

It was Yajima Misha who raised the dress in her hand, "Is this also called exposure?"

"Well, exposed."

"..."

Akashi signaled her to open the cabinet door on the far left with his eyes, "The dress was prepared a few days ago, take a look."

"?"

Yajima Yajima opened the leftmost cabinet door, and saw a suit and a dress that matched the suit hanging inside.

"So you're already ready, why didn't you tell me earlier." Yajima Misha took out two sets of clothes and put them on the bed, "I don't have to get up early to choose clothes."

Akashi lay back again, poking out half of his head, "Then come and sleep for a while, it's still early."

Without saying a word, Yajima Mika immediately dropped her clothes and got into the warm bed again.

Yajima Kenji's wedding was held in the evening, because she was already married, and the matter of the bridesmaid could not fall to Yajima Mika, but she was there early to help prepare for her brother's wedding.

Yajima Yajima greeted Keiko Morikawa and came out of the dressing room.I happened to see his brother standing in front of the window looking at the distant scenery, looking like he was thinking about life.

"You are finally married. I always feel that there is something on my mind. I feel so relieved."

The two stood side by side, and she accompanied Yajima Kenji to watch the scenery together.

"Well, I'm getting married." Yajima Kenji looked up at the sky and smiled, and then they were quiet for a few seconds. He asked again, "Where's Seijuro? Why didn't you come? Aren't you all inseparable?"

Yajima Misha chuckled, "I'm picking up my son, count the time, it should be here in a while."

The siblings talked for a while, and suddenly heard someone say loudly: "Hey, Jianci, it's been a long time, I didn't expect to meet again at your wedding haha."

Yajima Mika also turned around and looked over, and she saw a man with an upright figure and a middle-of-the-road appearance.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are much more handsome." Yajima Kenji introduced to Yajima Mixia, "This is your brother's good friend in college, but he went abroad after graduation , you may not know."

"I came back from abroad to attend the wedding on a special trip. I was shocked that Jianji was going to get married. There was no news before."

Yajima Kenji smiled and said: "You are staying abroad, what news can there be?"

The man said two or three more words, cast his eyes on Yajima Yajima, remembered Yajima Kenji's address just now, and greeted him: "You should be Kenji's own sister, Ms. Yajima, right? He goes to school. I often mention my beautiful sister from time to time, in fact, I have already formed an outline of you in my mind, and when I saw you today, I found that you are more beautiful than I imagined."

Yajima Yajima glanced behind him, the corners of her lips gradually raised, "Well, thank you for the compliment, I am Yajima Kenji's biological sister, but you can call me Miss Akashi or Mrs Akashi."

"Huh?" The man was a little confused.

Yajima Kenji coughed twice, and one could tell from the bright eyes of this kid what he was up to, maybe he was naively thinking that relying on his relationship to get close to the water.

Yajima Kenji approached his ear, lowered his voice and said: "Don't think about my sister, my brother-in-law is not easy to mess with."

"So Yajima-san was married? Before your brother?"

Yajima Yajima smiled and replied: "I got married much earlier than him."

At this moment, somewhere not far or near, I suddenly remembered the child's innocent milk voice, "Mom, mom!"

Yajima Yajima looked behind the man again, her husband and children who were more than ten meters away just now had already walked over.

"Good." She replied.

The man took a look at Yajima Yajima's husband, the heir of the Akashi family, and he has taken over his own business in an all-round way. He, who often lives abroad, can often see him in TV reports.

Sure enough, it's not easy to mess with.

The man twitched his lips, "Your son is very cute."

Yajima Kenji breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the kid didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

10 minutes before the wedding, Keigo Atobe brought his engaged fiancee Miss Ishihara to the scene.

At this time, Yajima Yajima and Akashi were sitting on the sofa playing with their son.

After meeting their eyes, the two men said they wanted to talk about something and then walked away, Ishihara stayed with Yajima Mika.

They chose a place with fewer people, but they could still keep an eye on the situation on the other side of the sofa.

"Seijuro, I heard that Miss Meihui, who was talking about business last time, proposed to go to the hotel to talk?" Atobe said first, "It's scary to always meet some women with crooked ideas when talking about business."

Akashi smiled, "Do you feel the same way?"

Atobe rubbed his temples, "Well, I met the day before yesterday when I was discussing business. I plan not to discuss business with women in the future. Meeting such women will give me a headache."

Akashi smiled again, "This solution is simple."

"Does she know?" Atobe looked at Yajima Yajima who was holding her son on the sofa, and suggested, "I think you bring her with you next time, and she might just beat him away."

The smile at the corner of Akashi's mouth deepened, "Things that I can solve by myself will not disturb her. If she really hits someone, I'm afraid her hands will hurt."

"Misha must fight with all her strength, and her hands will definitely hurt." Atobe nodded slightly, and then said, "But your solution is to leave all these troubles to Yoshida?"

Yoshida is the vice president of their company, and whenever Akashi encounters a woman in trouble, he immediately throws away the follow-up conversation of the whole business to Yoshida.And he himself didn't want to deal with those inexplicable other women at all.

Akashi smiled and said, "It's not very good." In short, Yoshida is also willing to deal with it.

Atobe was silent for a moment, and said: "Well, it's good." It seems that he also wants to find a suitable person to help him deal with those troublesome women.

【my babies】

Akashi has had a headache lately at night.

Because his precious son likes to cling to his wife and steal people from him.

For example, I took her to my room to tell a bedtime story, and then I slept there for a long time without coming back.

The same is true today.

After Akashi waited in the room for a long time, he put down his phone, got out of bed and gently opened the door of his son's room.As he expected, Yajima Yajima was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the storybook in hand was laid out there.

Akashi took the book away first, and glanced at the cover, it was a collection of short horror stories.

"..."

Akashi couldn't help turning his head to look at his son who was also sleeping soundly.

He never thought that this little guy would have such a strong taste.

However, maybe she told her son with a sweet voice and a sweet smile. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so scary.

Akashi put the book on the small bookcase, first kissed his son's head, then lifted the quilt gently, and carried Yajima Yaka back to their room.The sudden feeling of being suspended in the air woke her up, and she opened her eyes suddenly, "Why did I fall asleep again?"

"Well, you fell asleep here again." Akashi lowered his voice, "Leave me alone in the room."

"Well, I'm sorry, please carry me back to the room." Yajima Yajima tightened her arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I still feel sleepy now."

Yajima Yajima fell asleep as soon as her head hit the soft pillow.

It seemed that she was really sleepy.

Akashi had an idea that night—to have another child.

With two children as companions, maybe, maybe they wouldn't rob him.

Another year later, they had a daughter, and Yajima's troubles began.

The son still clings to her, but the daughter, she likes to cling to her father.

"Is it because you are so handsome?" Yajima Yajima leaned against the head of the bed, watching Akashi walk out of the room slowly stepping on house slippers.

"I won't fall asleep in my son's room like you." He smiled, "I'll go and tell a story first." Then he went to his daughter's room.

Yajima Yajima rolled a few times on the bed boredly, and received a call from her own brother.

"Didn't bother you?" Yajima Kenji's slightly teasing voice sounded flat to her at the moment.

"Come to my place for dinner tomorrow. Your sister-in-law is pregnant. Come and have a look."

"Eh? This is really good news, brother, you are going to be a father."

"Remember to tell Seijuro, what about others?"

Yajima Misha paused, "I am telling my daughter a bedtime story." Her current mood: lonely, lonely, and bored.It's always been complicated.

Yajima Kenji laughed out loud on the other end of the phone, "Hey, are you jealous with your own daughter?"

"... Where do I have it?"

"Life without passion? That's not okay."

"...Brother, why have you been so glib lately? It must be Morikawa who brought you down, right?"

"Call sister-in-law." Morikawa's voice came from the phone.

Yajima Misha: "..."

【end】

After quitting her job as a criminal police officer, Yajima Yasha didn't really relax.

She fell in love with the art of design on a whim, and it was not the design teacher of this major who introduced her, but her husband who had already mastered the basics after learning design for a week.

Of course, at a deeper level, Akashi didn't study it, so he hired a design tutor for her.

Just after sending her kind female tutor out of the house that day, Yajima Yajima made a pot of hot tea and leaned on the sofa to read a magazine.Both her son and daughter were taken by Akashi Seishomi to New York for a while, so after she finished the homework given by her female tutor recently, she had nothing to do.

After living for a long time after marriage, women generally pay more attention to maintaining vitality and passion.

Yajima Yajima flipped her hand, and was attracted by a love tip in a magazine——Occasionally, I want to get back the feeling of being in love.

What it feels like to be in love.

Yeah, she almost forgot how she felt when she was in love with Akashi.

Like—heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat?

Yajima Yasha immediately dropped the magazine and sent an email to Akashi.

— Shall we go on a date?

There was a response in a moment.

Husband: Well, but what happened?

Mixia replied: I want to get back the feeling when I was in love, does it sound good?

Husband: Good.

Speaking of dating, there is a lot of preparation to be done, but Yajima Yajima really felt a little nervous just like a first date.

She made an appointment with Akashi to meet him directly at the entrance of the venue when he left the company.Today they are going to watch a magic trick that is said to be wonderful.

On a hot summer day, she wore a beautiful and dignified dress, and her hair was specially done. A pair of oversized sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose, covering most of her face. She looked completely girlish.

Arrived at the entrance of the venue ahead of time, stood there for a while, suddenly there was a commotion nearby.

She walked over suspiciously, and it was someone in the crowd who suddenly fell down, and the friends squatting next to him kept shaking his body to wake him up.

"It's useless." Yajima Yajima took off her sunglasses and poked her fingers into the juvenile's carotid artery. "He's dead, call the police."

Everyone panicked, and Yajima Yajima squatted beside the fallen man, and began to search for clues.

"Miss, are you a doctor?" a passer-by asked.

Mika Yajima shook her head, "No, I just worked as a criminal policeman before. Although I haven't had the experience of on-site investigation for a long time, I'm not completely unfamiliar with finding clues." When she saw the wound on the left chest of the fallen man, When the pocket was wet, her gaze gradually became sharper. She raised her head to meet the gaze of the deceased's friend A, and the woman avoided her sight.

"Ah, this is a premeditated homicide case. There is only one truth, and the murderer is among you."

The friends of the deceased immediately exploded, "Are you kidding me? Why did we kill him?"

"Then I have to ask his fiancée, this lady." Yajima Misha glanced at the ring on the woman's hand again, "What about the matching style, are you already engaged?"

The woman was silent for a moment, and replied, "Yes, last year."

Yajima Misha nodded, and briefly started her reasoning. The various doubts listed made the so-called fiancée turn pale.

The beautiful woman was standing in the sun with a pair of sunglasses in her hand. With just a few words, the murderer was speechless and slowly lowered his head.

Not far away, sirens sounded.

"Wow, this reminds me of the famous detective Mr. Mori Kogoro, miss, are you actually a detective?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"Detective Mori?" Mika Yajima couldn't help curling her lips when thinking of the secret behind Mr. Mori's case, "No, I'm still far behind."

She put on her sunglasses again and walked out of the crowd.

She saw a man, leaning there in casual clothes so handsome that he had no friends.

"Are you here?" She smiled.

"Come." Akashi replied, "When you start reasoning."

Yajima Yajima gave herself a thumbs up, "You're handsome, right?"

"It reminds me of someone, Kudo Shinichi-kun." Akashi stepped closer and pinched her face, "Could you have been infected with the incident constitution by him?"

Yajima Yajima thought about it seriously, "No, I think it was just an accident."

The two walked into the venue side by side, with the noise of the murder behind them.

"Seijuro, let's go to the noodle shop to eat noodles after watching the magic trick. Compared with cooking, I still want to eat soba noodles today."

"While watching magic, maybe we will encounter an incident?"

"Well, I said it was just an accident, do you agree to eat soba?"

"it is good."

"Will you accompany me to the game hall after eating the noodles?"

"......it is good."

"And watch a movie tonight?"

"it is good."

Yajima Misha: "Aside from saying 'yes', can't you say something else? For example, comment on my makeup today?"

Akashi: "My wife is so beautiful."

"...Ah, that's true." Yajima Yajima's cheeks rose with enthusiasm, "You actually speak with such a tone and such an expression."

This is a foul.