This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Whether the other party is demonstrating or something else, Beichuan Temple will not care at all.

But--

‘Whether it’s for Eri or for myself, I must hurry up and catch this crazy guy. '

The other party sent his arm into his home in a grand manner, which is to tell him arrogantly not to act rashly: he can easily enter Beichuan Temple's home, and of course he and Beichuan Eri can be treated like the dead.

Beichuan Temple itself is nothing, the key lies in Beichuan Eri.

School will start tomorrow, and it's too unsafe to let Kitagawa Eri go alone.

Beichuan Temple made up his mind and called Okano Ryoko again.

 …

It is now eight o'clock at night, and the snow has started to fall outside again, and the TV is still rebroadcasting the Japanese New Year's Red and White Song Festival a few days ago——

So the weather is so good for drinking, why do I have to be called out by you, a smelly and hard brat.

Yoshiko Okano took a sip of beer with some displeasure.

She was obviously drunk.

But Beichuan Temple did not reason with this woman, he just pushed the corrugated box to Yoshiko Okano.

This is? Okano Ryoko's eyes flashed sharply for a moment.

Take it back to the identification department to have a look. It should be the arm of the female corpse that was found today. It was just sent to my house today—

Crash!

The wine table was pushed, and Yoshiko Okano's face changed drastically.

At the same time, two policemen who had been squatting outside rushed in with guns.

Warning!

Before they finished speaking, Okano Yoshiko cursed.

Didn't I tell you two rookies to squat in front of Beichuan's house?! Why are you still here? Get out of here! If you stay outside again, I'll send you back to the police academy for remaking!

...Yes! After Okano Yoshiko's scolding, the two poor police officers saluted with grievances, and moved quickly into the night.

Okano Ryoko had no time to supervise the two newcomers, so she turned to look at Beichuan Temple with her long and narrow eyes, and said in a deep voice:

You were targeted by that guy?

So I would like to ask you to dispatch some people to protect my sister. Beichuan Temple went straight.

I see. For this request, Okano Yoshiko didn't show much surprise.

Beichuan Temple and Beichuan Eri were being watched by the suspects, no matter what, the police had a reason to stay.

I will separate four people to protect you and Eri-chan...

Okayano Police Station, all four of you can protect my sister.

Beichuan Temple's overly calm tone made Okano Yoshiko shiver inexplicably.

A minor, even if he knows that he is being targeted by a murderer, he still makes such a request? Generally speaking, shouldn't more people protect themselves?

Besides, Beichuan Temple's complexion was stern and his brows were gloomy. Could it be that his family members were threatened to get angry?

...

This is the first time Okano Yoshiko has felt such obvious mood swings in Kitagawa Temple.

but--

Don't be self-willed, Beichuan, this is not something you can solve as a high school student. Yoshiko Okano frowned, I don't care if you have practiced karate or judo, but the other party is a murderer who kills without blinking an eye. Madman, let you alone—”

My mother is away all year round, and I am the head of the family. I really don't worry about Eri. For the sake of my family, I can only ask Gangye Police to agree to my willful request.

Under Okano Yoshiko's surprised gaze, Kitagawa Temple raised his head.

His back was straight, and there seemed to be a fearless light flashing in his black eyes.

For the family...

Okano Yoshiko had an inexplicable feeling.

It seemed that I was not talking to a high school student, but really talking to an adult, a mature head of the family.

Besides, the familiar words of Beichuan Temple also made her feel an inexplicable sense of nostalgia.

You boy... Yoshiko Okano's addiction to cigarettes fell again, and she took out a lady's cigarette from her body with a rustle.

After she lit a cigarette, she consciously walked out of the izakaya with a sake bottle, followed by Beichuanji.

Fu——

After swallowing the clouds for a while, Yoshiko Okano rubbed the palms of her hands with the cold air, and asked without looking back:

I said, you must be a hidden sister-in-law, right?

... Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple did not answer this question.

Forget it, you won't get an answer if you ask this guy.

The blazing red light of women's cigarettes is very conspicuous on this cold winter night.

Yoshiko Okano squatted in front of the izakaya without any lady image. The short hair let down this heroic police officer with an indescribable femininity.

Looking at the night sky with flying snowflakes, she fell into memories.

People I know have said the same things as you before.

She took a sharp drag on her cigarette.

That happened a long time ago, but that person is not like you, Beichuan, she is not confident, she is naturally dumb, and she is a little confused...

It's just such a senior, just like the two rash newcomers.

But unexpectedly, Beichuan Temple, hidden in the night, spoke silently:

I know.

You know what a fart! Okano Yoshiko was very dissatisfied that Beichuan Temple suddenly interrupted her memories.

She spat rudely, and an indescribable expression appeared on her pretty face.

Not sad, not haunted, just simply remembering the past.

That guy... obviously had parents to support him, so he died so simply.

Okano Yoshiko's emotions suddenly became agitated.

do you know?!

It's also a mission to track down the drug dealers who sell new drugs.

The department considers that she is a girl, and she looks like that at ordinary times. The colleagues also said that they should take care of her.

But that guy who likes to put on the airs of his predecessors insists on transferring me to a safe place.

Death to seniors!

It turned out to be such a miserable death! It's so funny. Yoshiko Okano muttered to herself, and she looked up.

Above the white mist of cigarettes is the night sky washed clean by lead.

It was a particularly clean night, with the black night sky studded with sparkling stars.

It is rare to see such a beautiful and deep night sky in Tokyo.

The morning stars flow like the Milky Way.

Same as that night six years ago...we found her body in the abandoned port area of ​​Tokyo Bay.

It's ridiculous to say, I don't know why I always feel that she seems to be by my side. It's still that stupid, what a stupid boss.

Okano Yoshiko rubbed her gun affectionately, and took a sip of sake mockingly.

The light of the ladies' cigarettes faded.

The air was dead.

The voice of Beichuan Temple sounded.

That person's name is Yumiko Karuizawa, she must be... a beauty with beautiful long hair.

It's not an illusion. She is indeed by your side and has always been with you.

Okano Ryoko turned her head abruptly, staring at Beichuan Temple behind her with shining eyes.

She watched it for about three minutes, and finally exhaled heavily, and said mockingly:

It's really... I'm living more and more, and I'm going to say this to a child.

Yoshiko Okano lit her cigarette again.

But this time she didn't smoke, she just stuck the lit cigarette into the snow in front of her.

Amidst the lingering smoke, Yoshiko Okano raised his hand and sprinkled sake into the white snow.

ahh...

Yumiko, if you are really by my side.

Then please take care of this weird kid.

Yoshiko Okano looked up again.

In the snowy sky, Okano Yoshiko seemed to be able to see the figure of Karuizawa Yoshiko.

She was looking at herself, smiling slyly as before.

Okano Yoshiko regained consciousness in a trance.

There was no change in the sky, only the slightly chilly snowflakes fell on the tip of Okano Yoshiko's nose.

The night sky in Tokyo is like this.

Neither cry nor laugh.