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Chapter 116 Departure

9 am.

Kyoto, Liston Hotel, Room 1008.

Misumi rubbed her sleepy eyes, got up from the bed, and yawned loudly. The loose long-sleeved pajamas slipped from her shoulders, faintly revealing the fragrant shoulders of the beautiful female forensic doctor. It was obviously a holiday, but Misumi

She found that she still couldn't sleep in. The biological clock formed by her long-term forensic work was so powerful that she couldn't help but wake up early at 7 o'clock even if she was traveling for leisure. Even if she stayed in bed until now, she couldn't help but wake up early.

Find a way to sleep.

well.

Misumi let out a small breath and stretched again. However, since she couldn't sleep in, she might as well travel seriously. Then she picked up a travel brochure on the bedside of the hotel.

I started to look carefully. Where should I go?

To be honest, as a forensic doctor, Misumi rarely travels.

I do travel frequently.

Traveling to police stations and morgues everywhere.

What they faced were cold corpses.

The daily world she experiences is a world of only gray.

Now, Misumi felt a little uncomfortable when she suddenly wanted to go to such a busy tourist attraction. She flipped through the travel brochure aimlessly, and Misumi regretted going out to travel as soon as her head felt hot. Okay?

It’s easy to get a vacation, so why not just lie down in the apartment and take a good rest, but why bother traveling on your own?

Thinking of this, Misumi's beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly.

She remembered the culprit that inspired her to travel.

Smelly Kitahara!

Misheng cursed inwardly.

Some time ago, my colleague Donghai Lin Xizi dragged me everywhere to participate in those kind of parties for men and women. But no matter how much I participated, I didn't feel any excitement for some reason. Why on earth? What kind of person will I meet in the end?

People, by your side?

Thinking like this, the book I was flipping in my hand happened to turn to a pink page. I saw a big red heart painted on it, with a photo of a majestic and magnificent temple built on the cliff. Next to it were several big

The Chinese characters read - "Qingshui Temple, the sacred stone of love, is the most efficacious and works well every time."

Seeing the words "Love Stone", Misumi's heart suddenly fluctuated. Normally, I would not have been attracted by such a cheap advertisement. But...but, at this moment, Misumi's state of mind was inexplicable.

The ground is just not stable. I usually become stronger and more independent at work. At this moment, the feeling of loneliness when I am alone in the hotel is even stronger. The emotions that are usually suppressed by calmness and reason are also surging more intensely.

fierce.

Otherwise, just go there.

Although things like "love stones" seem to be deceptive, since you are traveling abroad, just take it as a casual walk and window shopping.

Misumi looked carefully at the photo of the "Love Stone" on the brochure. The introduction above said that it was a spiritual stone that was said to have been handed down from the "Jomon Period". Gradually, as Misumi read the introduction, something seemed to enter his mind.

A romantic love story from prehistoric times. A man holding a sharp spear protected a woman who was picking berries. Facing the approaching beasts, the man shouted and used his strength and skills to repel the surrounding beasts.

, turning danger into safety for women.

It seemed that because of this picture, Misumi couldn't help but feel excited. She quickly stood up and started washing up. It was as if there was a shining golden prince waiting for her on a white horse at Kiyomizu Temple. Fate.

This thing is always amazing. One second earlier or one second later, it just happened to meet him?

Even Misumi, who is usually independent and strong, cannot escape the fantasy in the little girl's heart.

Soon, Misumi, who had changed into light clothes, opened the door and prepared to go...





At this time, it was the thirteenth floor of the same hotel.

Room 1306.

"Hurry up, Kitahara." Miyagawa gently knocked on the door of the guest room and urged. Although his tone was anxious, there was a slight smile on his face.

Today was the day when she and Kitahara went out to play together. Originally, the two of them came to Kyoto just for fun. However, they did not expect that this trip to Kyoto turned into a crisis and crisis. First, Kitahara inexplicably

He was involved in a criminal case and was criminally detained by the police. Fortunately, he was released on bail pending trial. Then came the dispute over the copyright of ancient books collated by Hirose and Shimokawa.

During the time I came to Kyoto, I was in a state of high mental stress almost every day.

Now that the lawsuit is over, there seems to be no movement from the Kyoto police for the time being, and I finally have time to relax.

Because Miyagawa was in a happy mood, he softly hummed a tune and secretly used his mobile phone as a mirror to look at himself. Today, the beautiful female lawyer put on a white plain dress and carried a small shoulder bag.

She brought a sun hat and hung it on the back of her backpack. She wore light makeup on her face and a touch of lipstick on her lips. Saeko, who was reflected on the mobile phone screen, combined the dynamic and still beauty of a girl to her advantage.

Miyagawa showed a small scheming smile, and the lipstick he put on was called "man-killing color".

Today’s location was specially chosen by Miyagawa, and it is Kiyomizudera Temple in Higashiyama District, Kyoto. There are shrines and shrines everywhere inside. However, what makes Kiyomizudera Temple special is that there are many shrines and shrines inside.

They are all used to pray for lovers. It is said that there is also a very efficacious love stone inside.

When I think about being in these places with Kitahara, there must be many very ambiguous scenes.

The smile on Miyagawa's face grew stronger.

Yes, that divine stone of love, think about how great it would be if you and Beihara could touch that divine stone together.

In room 1306.

Kitahara yawned greatly. Listening to Miyagawa's urging, he looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted his clothes. Today, he was still wearing the old three-piece suit, shirt, trousers, and belt. There was no change. Today is

Went to Kiyomizudera Temple with Miyagawa.

Kiyomizudera Temple is said to be a famous tourist attraction in Kyoto.

Miyagawa was in high spirits today. He had promised to leave at 9:30, but at 9 o'clock he excitedly knocked on his door.

It's really full of energy.

Kitahara said to Miyagawa outside the door, "Please wait for me, I'll be fine in one minute."

Beihara looked at the mirror and smoothed the wrinkled collar slightly. For some reason, his right eyelid suddenly jumped. Then he seemed to feel some kind of potentially dangerous atmosphere, and suddenly there were waves in his heart.

what happened?

Beiyuan raised his hand and gently pressed his eyelids.

Jump right eye jump Choi disaster.

Could it be...

Beiyuan frowned slightly. Could something ominous happen today? Inexplicably, he felt a sudden burst of nervousness. What on earth was going on?

This natural hunter has an almost cheating intuition for any danger. This sudden sense of danger undoubtedly caused great anxiety in Beiyuan's heart. He is not afraid of how strong the opponent in front of him is, but what he is afraid of is

Don't know where he is.

Could it be Eto?

Could it be the Kyoto police?

Beiyuan immediately shook his head. None of these answers seemed correct.

what is going on?

Beiyuan continued to meditate, calculating quickly in his mind. However, after thinking for a long time, he still didn't understand why this feeling arose in his heart just now. He had better leave quickly, and he couldn't let Miyagawa Miki stand outside the door waiting.

Beiyuan suppressed the search and meditation on the sense of danger in his heart, and quickly opened the door, "Let's go! Miyagawa!"

"Um!"
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