chapter150

Chiba Prefecture, Japan

Kujukuri Town, Sanbu County

The summer sea breeze is hot and salty, waves of rising tide rush to the beach, and there are crisp calls of seagulls in the sky.

The boy wearing a vest walked along the coastline, leaving rows of clear shoe prints on the light white sand.

He walked up and down, looking hesitant, and followed closely the girl in the white dress in front of him.

The girl had her hands behind her back and her bare feet, with a few grains of gravel on her slender legs, was jumping forward. Suddenly, she turned her head violently——

"...!"

The young man looked around helplessly, and then dodged to the rocks beside him. He hugged his legs tightly and huddled behind, for fear of being discovered by the other party.

"I saw you -"

The girl pinched her waist and went straight to the back of the reef. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man: "You followed me all the way. What are you going to do?"

The young man lowered his head and hesitated for a long time, but could not utter a single word.

The girl then puffed up her cheeks and said in a slightly childish voice: "When you talk to someone, you have to look at them to be polite -!"

The young man's shoulders stiffened.

He seemed to have struggled with this for a long time before he finally raised his head cautiously.

It turned out that he had a birthmark on his face.

It was purple-red, incompatible with the surrounding skin, and stretched from the cheekbones to the corners of the mouth, penetrating most of the face. It looked like a strange cat with teeth and fur.

Noticing the girl's gaze, the boy quickly raised his hand and hurriedly covered the birthmark.

He whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry, did I scare you... I didn't mean any harm."

Generally speaking, when others saw the birthmark on his face, they would shy away, and insulting words such as "freak" and "ugly" were thrown at him without sparing any effort.

However, the girl only blinked her eyes, her eyes were clear and pure, without any hint of ridicule.

She just asked: "Then do you want to be friends with me?"

"Eh?"

"My name is Yuko."

The girl stretched out her hand towards him, "What about you?"

The boy's eyes lit up.

He was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly, and his pronunciation was a bit clumsy: "My, my name is Yamashita! Yamashita Well!!"

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——The world is too cruel to me.

The child who was regarded as a freak since childhood finally made a friend who never looked at him through colored glasses.

But on the same day, when he went home happily and was about to tell his family about the good news, he unexpectedly saw his dying mother at home.

My mother was lying on the hospital bed, like a fish caught by a hook and thrown hard on the soil. The water around her evaporated as the sun baked, and she had to struggle to open her mouth wide, open and close her gill covers, and try every means to suck in air.

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However, the fish was unable to resist in the end, and the mother's eyes became increasingly dim.

She only said: "Jing Jun, I have something to give you."

Mother tremblingly handed over a small box.

"There are very important things inside, which were given to me by a benefactor. He said that the things inside will definitely protect my child and help him tide over difficulties one day in the future - so Mr. Jing, you You must cherish it."

The young man blinked and took the wooden box without knowing why.

When she looked up again, her mother's head had been tilted to the side.

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[System loading...]

[Database loading completed.]

【……】

【……】

[The sound fitting function is loaded.]

【Welcome back, Mr. Police.】

The young man opened his eyes.

A beam of sunlight poured out from the gap that was not covered by the curtains, hitting the floor straight.

The eyeballs move mechanically in the eye sockets, and the long eyelashes overlap up and down as the eyelids blink.

When the things in front of him finally became clear, the amber eyes finally gained some charm.

[Are you awake?] The sound of a pop-up window echoed in your ears, like a smile but not a smile.

Imaizumi's expression did not change.

He sat up slowly, looked at the things around him for a moment, and finally replied softly: "I thought I would go back."

This "go back" means returning to the era where he originally lived.

Unfortunately, he observed the things around him and quickly determined that this was not a ward, a hotel, or a familiar bedroom.

On the contrary, it is more like a room where women often come.

In addition to the faint smell of perfume in the room, there is a sexy long skirt draped on the table further away, and there are several tubes of lipstick placed on the corner of the table. As for the wicker chair in the corner... there is a Rabbit doll?

In this house, in addition to a woman, there may be a child.

Imaizumi looked down at his hands, looked at the palms and backs of his hands, and then briefly checked his upper body. Although he didn't look in the mirror, he knew very well - this was still Kawae Kaoru's body.

If he remembered correctly, before he lost all consciousness, he was still fighting Rum in the bar box.

"Where am I now?" Imaizumi asked.

[A property owned by Sharon Wynyard.]

[By the way, the wealth this woman now holds in her hands can directly rank her among the top ten on the Forbes list of richest people in the world. 】

[But you know, some money is destined not to be put on the bright side. There are also a large number of people who hide their figures in the darkness and are not known to outsiders, let alone be included in some upright rankings. 】

"Sharon inherited the money from that gentleman?"

【Yes. Maybe you have never heard of that gentleman, but you must know his last name.】

Imaizumi raised his eyebrows.

Just as he was about to ask, the door not far away was opened.

"Click -" the sound of the handle turning.

Then, there was the squeaking sound of high heels on the wooden board.

Imaizumi raised his head.

"It's about the same time as I expected." The visitor let out a lazy chuckle.

A woman in an off-white women's suit walked to the bedside. She looked like she had just finished some work, and she had a dusty air about her.

She crossed her legs, pursed her lips, and looked over with her bright eyes: "Good morning, y little sweet"

It's Sharon Wynyard.

His appearance has not changed, but his temperament seems to be calmer than the last time we met.

Until another out-of-place, slightly clumsy childish voice came into the conversation: "Good morning, y little...sweet?"

The little thing who appeared beside the bed at some unknown time was putting his hands on the bedside, tilting his head and looking at him with a smile.

It was a girl, she looked young.

Her blond hair seems to be naturally curved, like waves surging on the seashore; her skin is very white, her eyes are crystal clear light green, and her facial features are not yet fully civilized, making her look like an exquisite doll.

"Don't imitate me in speaking, and don't call the elders like that, Chris." Sharon raised her hand and flicked the girl's forehead.

The girl pursed her lips in pain.

Imaizumi opened his eyes wide.

"She is..." He looked at Sharon in surprise, then turned to look at Sharon with pure eyes.

little girl.

She and Sharon Wynyard were cut from the same mold.
To be continued...