At six o'clock the next morning, Fujiwara Izaya woke up on time.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I left the Asakusa Shrine house and continued my morning jog along the fixed route.
It's still dark, and the entire Tokyo city is still shrouded in darkness, with floating lights twinkling on the sky trees.
Wearing headphones, I followed the radio to practice my Spanish pronunciation while running across the dimly lit river bank.
I passed by the bakery yesterday. The door was closed and it hadn't opened yet. But the people living on the second floor of the bakery were already awake. The warm yellow lights shone through the curtains, dotting the dark river surface with a layer of fish scales.
Fragments of light.
Fujiwara Izaya also likes Tokyo at this time.
Not hot, not noisy, not complicated, but the floating lights have a little bit of life, which is very suitable for monsters who want to hide their identities to come out and move around.
Breathing in the compact and fresh morning air with an open mind, he stepped on the stone road he was used to running on, and his body shuttled through the floating mist. At this time, he was like a clean and slender little dolphin swimming in the blue sea -
—At least that's what he thinks.
Dolphins are free!
Fujiwara Izaya is also free!
I ran under the Sky Tree in one breath. The sun came out a little and Tokyo started to get hot.
When the wind blows, it's fine. But once there's no wind, the mist-like moisture drifting from Tokyo Bay will wrap around you like a damp thin cloth, making your whole body uncomfortable.
Fujiwara Izaya turned off the radio, turned on the noise reduction mode of his headphones, turned around and ran back in the direction he came from.
When he's not listening to the radio, he's usually thinking about monsters.
It is said to be thinking about demons, but in fact it is to summarize and summarize some trivial things that have happened in recent life. For example, will the woman who fell into the water yesterday catch a cold?
It's best not to... Such a stupid woman probably won't even buy medicine when she gets sick.
Where did the bald spider come from?
I don’t know if there will be any trouble if I kill him.
Anyway, Fujiwara Izaya knew very well that he couldn't hide the fact that he entered the bread factory last night. If the bald man had relatives or friends who wanted revenge, then he who happened to be at the scene would definitely be remembered.
Now we can only hope that Dark Crow can find useful clues in Kyushu so that he can find out the identity of the bald spider and prepare a response strategy in advance, otherwise he will not know who the enemy is if he is retaliated against...
Izaya Fujiwara is not afraid of this either.
But he is currently in the process of enclosure and will be annoyed if his peaceful life is broken.
Thinking about all the messy things, Fujiwara Izaya turned around and walked towards the bakery while passing by the place where the woman fell into the water yesterday.
The bakery called [lemon] has a very small door and is inconspicuous among a bunch of messy buildings. There is a blue women's bicycle parked in front of the door, with a white plastic frame on the back seat.
It seems that the stupid woman followed his advice... Fujiwara Izaya felt relieved and opened the store door.
There was a sound of bells ringing in my ears.
"i ra ssya i ma se! (Welcome)!"
It's a very small shop with average decoration. It only has a bakery cabinet and a bar, three long tables and two small tables, and not a single customer.
Inside the bar, a long-haired woman in a blue dress could be seen holding a book in her hands. After hearing the noise, she raised her head and looked over.
"Yeah, it's you?"
After seeing Fujiwara Izaya's face clearly, Yukino Riho hurriedly closed the book, walked out quickly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for what happened yesterday. If you can, please let me..."
It looks like I don't have a cold.
"As long as you're fine." Fujiwara Izaya interrupted her and turned around to leave.
"……Eh?"
Yukino Riho was so surprised that she even forgot to close her mouth.
Are you leaving now?
I haven't repaid you yet...
She hurriedly rushed out of the store and wanted to speak to persuade him to stay, but the boy's back had already disappeared around the corner of the street.
After thinking blankly for a long time, Yukino Riho finally reacted, frowned and murmured: "You are worried about my illness, so you came here to see me, right? He is a careful person, but not very gentle..."
The sea breeze blowing from Tokyo Bay swayed the hair hanging on her back. She sniffed and returned to the bar to continue reading.
A book about Shintoism, discussing the functions Shintoism plays in Japanese society.
In modern society, Shintoism plays an important role in making up for and improving the imperfections and contradictions of the social system.
It is precisely because of the existence of Shinto that people can enjoy the stability and prosperity brought by a harmonious society.
When she sees something strange, she will twist the corners of her lips slightly mockingly, pick up the sharpened pencil on the desk to make a mark on the book, and then raise her thin white wrist to brush the bangs that block her sight.
He was focused on absorbing the information he needed from the words on the paper. His lips had been slightly opened for some time, revealing the neat white teeth hidden inside and the soft pink tip of his tongue.
If someone looks closely at her front, they can see that the tip of her pink tongue is slightly curled, sucking the air as if licking something. Sometimes her cheeks are bulged by something, and sometimes they are sunken in the middle, as if she is sucking the air.
The thing in the mouth was suddenly pulled out.
But as the person involved, Riho Yukino didn't seem to notice this strangeness at the moment.
When she put down the book and her thoughts returned to her body from the words, she realized that her mouth was cold and her lips were numb, as if she had just eaten some frozen food.
Why are you here again...
Yukino Riho frowned handsomely, holding a pencil between her fingertips and tapping the table gently with a gentle rhythm.
Since a year ago, she has often had this kind of hallucination inadvertently. Inexplicably, she will feel something gently touching her cheeks, hair, thighs, and feet; and she will suddenly have a round penis.
He stuffed the round, cold stick into his mouth and let himself suck it.
It was a strange, unreal hallucination, because every time she came back to her senses, she couldn't find anything unusual, and there was nothing strange about her body.
It must be that the pressure of being in human society is high and the spirit is always tight, so this kind of hallucination occurs... Yukino Riho comforted herself, and then thought of that strange boy.
He passed by the store for two consecutive days. Is this a fixed morning jogging route?
I don’t know if I can meet him if I get up early tomorrow?
If you meet someone, how should you say hello?
Hi?
Wouldn't this be too simple?
Have you come in for breakfast?
This is good. It would also be good to invite him into the store to eat some bread and drink a cup of hot coffee.
Consider it a reward!
Um.
He shouldn't refuse, right?
Holding her chin with both hands, Yukino Riho sighed softly, thinking that when he entered the store tomorrow, she would have to ask him his name.