The maid brought a bouquet of black lilies, placed it on the tea table, then turned and left.
Mrs. Tanimura did not make tea for Kasahara Fuka-Eri, and the vigilant atmosphere in Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes did not dissipate at all, and Fujiwara Izaya had no intention of dispelling it. Soon after, the sun slanted a little to the west, and the sunlight shone in from the window, making
The originally dark tea room became brighter and warmer, and even the scent of Widowmaker became stronger.
Shrouded in the setting sun, Mrs. Tanimura's hair looked darker and shinier, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes looked much brighter.
Fujiwara Izaya silently ate a few pieces of lotus root cake before asking: "Madam, did you purchase so many yellow pine jade just to build a barrier to release snakes, rats and mosquitoes?"
"Yes, yes. I didn't know the role of Huang Songyu until about a month ago. If my needs conflict with yours, I beg you to forgive me and let me say 'I'm sorry' to you here."
." After saying that, Mrs. Tanimura stood up again, bent down and bowed, and there was nothing wrong with her behavior or speech.
"It's nothing, don't be so nervous." Fujiwara Izaya smiled as if to let her relax, "Just cooperate with our investigation, it's not serious."
Mrs. Tanimura bit her lip: "Thank you."
After finishing speaking, she sat down again. She was wearing dark mourning clothes, but her toenails and fingernails were painted with bright red nail polish. The colors were not very coordinated. When the hem of the coat was loosened, the exposed calves were very powerful.
feel.
"I want to know something here." Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile, "Does Mrs. Tanimura have any enemies? I saw that you had a strong security force around you last night. It's not like you can have one if you have money.
.”
Mrs. Tanimura turned her gaze to her husband's portrait as if seeking comfort, then looked back at Fujiwara Izaya, biting her lip: "My husband died of an assassination, and it has only been two months.
I was worried that they would come again, so I never dared to let down my guard. As for the specifications Fujiwara-kun mentioned, they are not owned by me, but the power of my family."
"Is there any investigation result into my husband's death?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"No... I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this sad thing." Mrs. Tanimura shook her head slightly, said nothing, and just sobbed slightly.
"My condolences, madam, let's wait outside for a while." Fujiwara Izaya stood up and walked out of the tea room with Kasahara Fuka-Eri. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was still very strong. The wind was slightly swaying the pine forest around the house, and the leaves fell densely.
in the grass.
The bamboo boards on the corridor were also heated by the midsummer sun. When Fujiwara Izaya sat there, his buttocks felt a bit hot.
"The Tanimura family has a great influence in the local area. There are people in the political and business circles, but they have no connection with the extraordinary world." Kasahara Fuka-Eri stood next to him, looking at the sea through the forest.
, "Mrs. Tanimura is the youngest daughter of the current head of the family. She grew up and went to school normally, and her husband came in as a wife. According to the information that can be investigated at the official level, there is nothing abnormal."
"I feel like she's just a small character." Fujiwara Izaya said, "It's just more than 3,000 grams of yellow pine jade. It's not enough for a big shot to make a trip in person. The layout started a month ago."
"I agree with you on this."
"Has Huang Songyu been shipped out?"
"Probably not, I..." At this point, Kasahara Fuka-Eri closed her mouth, and the maid walked past the two of them and entered the tea room.
His eyes followed the figure of the maid, and after she entered the tea room, Kasahara Fuka-Eri said in a steady tone: "After what happened last night, Mrs. Tanimura has been in this house and has never stepped out.
Even this maid just came here today and has not had any contact with the outside world since she came in."
"Is there anyone from Section 9 here?" Fujiwara Izaya looked around.
This small building is located in an open area on the mountainside. The mountain forest is lush and green. Not far away, there is a waterfall formed by a mountain spring pouring down.
Its vibrant water droplets splashed into a white line, and the sound of running water echoed through the mountains.
"Yes, it's at these locations." Kasahara Fuka-Eri pointed in several directions.
Fujiwara Izaya looked over and distinguished them carefully.
With his excellent eyesight, it takes a lot of effort to find the Section 9 agents hidden in the mountains and forests.
"It's okay if it's not shipped out." He stretched and said with a smile, "I'll ask mother to pay for it later, and I'll buy back all the Huang Songyu."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her head, her lips trembled like ripples, and then tilted to one side in a mocking arc. Then her voice began to have a slight joking flavor.
"That's my mother, please respect yourself."
"Oh, sister got it wrong." Fujiwara Izaya also joked, "I'm talking about Hoshimi's mother, not Kasahara's mother."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a deep breath.
He raised the soles of his feet slightly, hesitating whether to kick him a second time.
"It's not ladylike to always kick people." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her high heels, "Besides, kicking such beautiful shoes is a reward for me. Do you really want to reward me that much?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri pouted and sighed.
"Being late will one day poison you into muteness." She muttered, holding her skirt with her hands and sitting down.
In the mountain forest on a midsummer afternoon, the air is surprisingly fresh. The sky seems to have penetrated the distance, and the exposed skin can feel the heat of the sun without hindrance. From time to time, high-pitched birdsong can be heard in the ears, but the birds cannot be seen.
Traces.
"The beautiful scenery is hell!" Fujiwara Izaya said with unclear meaning.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt that what he said was nonsense again, maybe he was still teasing her. But she subconsciously took it seriously and tried to view the scenery in front of her as hell. In the green, silent and careless scenery in front of her, it was obvious that
It's beauty swaying, but what does it have to do with hell?
"Do you believe in demons?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"A devil with horns?"
"That's right."
"If you compare evil to the devil, of course you can believe it."
"What if it's a demon with a real form?"
"In any case, what we are talking about is just a hypothesis. If we continue to explore like this, we need specific examples. Just like a bridge needs piers to support it." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said seriously like a science student: "Hypothetical
The deeper you go into something, the weaker it becomes, and the conclusions you draw will become unbounded.”
"I feel like Widowmaker is a concrete example," Fujiwara Izaya said.
"I'm afraid you are not suitable to be a law enforcement officer!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said seriously.
"Yeah?"
"The law, in a nutshell, governs human affairs. In our world, yin is yin, yang is yang, I am me, that is that. The so-called 'I am I, that is that, Qiu'
The sun sets in the west." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said this, paused for a moment, lowered her head and looked at her fingertips like checking the nail polish on her nails.
The color of the nail polish was a slightly lighter pink, and it was applied perfectly. Izaya Fujiwara thought to himself that he must have used his sister's nail polish. If not, he would give up for a month.
After thinking for a while, Kasahara Fuka-Eri continued: "But you don't belong to this world. What you belong to is: above or below."
"Above or below?" Fujiwara Izaya asked out of pure curiosity.
"Go up when it's time to go up, and go down when it's time to go down. When it's time to go up, aim at the tallest tower and get to the top; when it's time to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom." Kasahara Fuka-Eri stared at her nails for a while.
He put his hands in his pockets. "I am that, and that is me. How long is the spring night? Only if you leave me can you have me."
When she said this, her expression was extremely solemn.
But Fujiwara Izaya knew that she was holding back her laughter.
It can be seen from her suddenly bright eyes and slightly trembling shoulders that she has learned how to say things that sound reasonable to make people laugh.
"You're a bad student!" He scolded with a smile.
"snort!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was rather cold and arrogant.
She just sat next to him, twisting her neck like a slender and tall bird, looking at Fujiwara Izaya indifferently.
"Let's go back to Mrs. Tanimura first." Fujiwara Izaya stood up and walked back to the tea room, "Let's settle Huang Songyu's matter first, and then let the two chairman come forward to organize the summer festival again. So much money has been spent
, can’t waste it…”
"The people still need to be reassured."
"That's your job in Section 9."
"Remind Mr. Fujiwara that you are also an agent of Section 9."
"Oh, I almost forgot. So Captain, how can we hide the time this time?"
"Make a movie."
“So old-fashioned, nothing new!”
"You want one?"
"...Making movies is great, I like making movies the most."
In the quiet courtyard planted with many dwarf trees, the two of them talked and walked side by side through the sun-filled corridor. Through the open window, you can see the niche and treasure rack in the corner of the tea room. It seems that offerings are often held here.
It was the Buddha's tea party, so the bright crimson carpet was spread out. Mrs. Tanimura, who was kneeling in the tea room, came into view.
"Wait a minute." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly stopped.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri understood what he meant, bent down slightly, and looked in through the window.
A woman wearing a kimono came out of the inner room and sat upright facing Mrs. Tanimura. The two of them sat motionless and sat opposite each other for a long time.
"It's that maid." Fujiwara Izaya said in a low voice.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stared intently, pressing her chest tightly against the railing of the window: "This maid is a bit strange. From just now, I noticed that there is no awe in her eyes like looking at the master's house."
"I think she looks familiar. I seem to have seen this maid somewhere."
"All beautiful women look familiar to you, right?"
"...I'm talking about serious things!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri put her finger to her lips: "Shh!"
Um.
My sister didn't want to hear her brother-in-law's explanation.
At this moment, Mrs. Tanimura suddenly stood up and walked into the inner room. After a long time, she came back with a tea bowl. The breeze blew the sleeves of her black mourning dress, and the picture was sad and sad. After returning with the tea bowl, she ordered the tea ceremony.
After having a cup of tea, he returned to his original place and sat down on his knees.
The maid's lips moved a few times, as if she was saying something, and Mrs. Tanimura lowered her head deeply.
This period of silence felt unusually long and tense...but what happened after that was even more unbelievable. Mrs. Tanimura remained sitting in a dignified posture, and unexpectedly reached out to untie her belt.
"Bah——"
Fujiwara Izaya has good hearing and can even hear the friction sound when the silk belt is pulled out from the inside of the belt.
Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Tanimura untied her collar again, revealing her fair chest. She bent over and knelt down, holding it with one hand and placing it into a dark black tea bowl.
This scene stunned both Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
At this moment, both of them thought of the image of breast milk being stirred in the bubbling green tea inside the black tea bowl, and the turbid tea was filled with white foam...
The maid picked up the tea bowl and drank the strange tea in one gulp.
Then, Mrs. Tanimura straightened up and her chest was hidden.
The afternoon sun shone on her cheeks, which made her look even paler than before. Her skin had almost no blood, as if all the energy in her body had been drained, and many small wrinkles appeared on the bridge of her nose. She looked at her with tired eyes.
He glanced at the window, and then lowered his head again as if sinking into a bottomless abyss of turbidity.
Then, the maid left the tea room and passed by the two dumbfounded people.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her eyes and stared at Fujiwara Izaya. Just as she was about to leave and walk outside a few times to digest what she had just seen, Fujiwara Izaya stopped her and said, "Let's go in together." She felt a little embarrassed and her cheeks turned red. But
Still with his head lowered, he obediently followed Fujiwara Izaya back to the tea room. After sitting down on his knees, his lowered eyebrows were beautiful.
"I made you laugh." Mrs. Tanimura took out a thick towel and wiped the sweat off her face. Then she closed her eyes for a while as if in meditation. The hem of her dark mourning dress was lifted, and her fair-skinned thighs were spread out on her cheeks.
After a while, he said on the colorful carpet: "My three-month-old child passed away together with her husband. Otherwise, the swelling and pain would be very uncomfortable."
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Tanimura's face was obviously still a little uncomfortable, her mouth trembled unnaturally, and her eyebrows were furrowed, breaking the original coordination and balance of her face.
If people dare to do it face to face, they are not afraid of exposing their flaws. Fujiwara Rin did not struggle with this matter and asked directly: "Is Huang Songyu still there? I need to get it all back at the price you paid for it."
"Of course, even a gram of my body is useless." Mrs. Tanimura put her palms around the dark tea bowl and shouted outside, "Jingxia, please bring Huang Songyu over."
Soon, the maid came in with a wooden box, put it on the table and then left.
The wind blew and the curtains were set up. Mrs. Tanimura brushed her bangs with her hands, put her hands on the box, and then said: "A total of 3806 grams, a total of 41.8 million shakes!
"I'll transfer the money to you later." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand to take the wooden box.
"No, I just want cash." Mrs. Tanimura shook her head and refused.
Fujiwara Izaya frowned and said nothing.
Who would carry more than 40 million in cash with them if they have nothing to do?
"Let's take a look first." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said.
Mrs. Tanimura hesitated for a moment, then opened the wooden box.
The box contained pieces of yellow jade the size of a thumb, each piece exuding a faint warm luster and undoubtedly being yellow pine jade. In addition, there was a green silk bag with something inside.
An unknown smell overflowed from the silk bag.
Out of professional sensitivity, Kasahara Fuka-Eri pointed to the bag: "What is that?"
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were also attracted.
"It's an amulet." Mrs. Tanimura said frankly.
"Did you pray in the temple?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"No, it has been passed down in the family. It can probably be said to be my clone." Mrs. Tanimura explained, a slightly tired smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "This is a somewhat wonderful story. But the story is very long, and now we have to
I’m so tired talking about that.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri directly stretched out her hand: "Let me take a look."
"Please take care of it, Miss..." Mrs. Tanimura opened the bag reluctantly and took away the contents.
A mask.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri held the mask in her hand and observed it attentively. Fujiwara Izaya also looked over.
It was a human face mask with very feminine characteristics, with lipstick on it, the eyes and eyebrows were very soft, and the eyebrows were like an elegant crescent moon, very much like a girl.
"This is a Noh mask." Mrs. Tanimura explained on the side.
Noh drama is a traditional Japanese drama. It uses traditional Japanese literary works as the script, and the performance is supplemented by masks, costumes, props and dances. Fujiwara Izaya has little exposure to Noh drama, so he doesn't see anything wrong with masks.
"Do you understand?" he asked Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
"I don't quite understand..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri also shook her head, "It's like the Three Scenic Spots of Japan. Although I know it's in Japan, I haven't seen it myself."
"No time or what?"
"I didn't think about going."
"I'll go with you."
"Um...g?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared angrily at Fujiwara Izaya, who was flirting with him all the time, and then looked down at the mask as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.
"No, that won't work. When appreciating Noh masks, you have to raise your hands a little higher." Mrs. Tanimura said from the opposite side. "You have to raise your hands so that the eyes of the mask face downward, so that you can appreciate its beauty..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri did as she said and raised the mask to admire it.
As the mask appeared directly above her sight, the pale skin became hazy and soft in her eyes, as if the warmth of the human body arose in the moist skin like a girl, as if the mask came to life.
"Yeah! It's very realistic."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a breath.
"If the mask has its eyes down, a sad face, the expression will appear melancholy; if the eyes are upward, the face will be bright, and the expression will appear bright." Mrs. Tanimura seemed to be explaining, but also tempting, "Let it shake from side to side to express feelings of emotion.
The ups and downs, Miss can give it a try."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri put the mask below her eyes again.
Putting his face less than ten centimeters away from the mask, he felt that a living woman was smiling at him. It was a beautiful and pure smile without a trace of dirt.
"She looks like a living person." She muttered, "She looks like a young woman."
"Look carefully, it's a girl." Mrs. Tanimura said. "According to the old man in my family, this mask is based on a god and is a symbol of eternal youth."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt more and more surprised the more she looked at it.
The mask's lines and lips were vividly drawn, and the eye sockets were inlaid with black pupils. The red lips looked tender and plump, especially cute and lively. She held her breath, and when her nose was about to touch the mask, the mask's big black eyes
Suddenly, it turned in a circle from bottom to top, and the flesh of the lower lip bulged, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri almost kissed it.
"ah!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri screamed and quickly moved her face away.
"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya asked immediately.
When Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the mask again, she found that the mask was not alive at all, and even children knew it was fake.
"No, it's okay..." Her expression calmed down.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Mrs. Tanimura asked with a smile.
Kasahara Fukae nodded silently.
"Would you please try it on?" Mrs. Tanimura's eyes were sincere. "Miss, you are so beautiful. This mask matches your beauty very well, don't you think? Maybe it can protect you and bless you with eternal youth."
I have eternal youth... Kasahara Fuka-Eri has no idea in her heart.
But at this time, Fujiwara Izaya picked up the mask and slowly put it on her face: "Sister, try it."
As he spoke, he put his hand behind Kasahara Fuka-Eri's head and slowly tied the rope.
Through the masks, the two exchanged glances.
'This mask is weird, you still let me wear it?'
'Since she has a conspiracy, let's just follow her lead and see. Don't worry, I will protect my sister.'
'Who allowed you to call me sister!'
'You changed the topic too abruptly!'
'asshole!'
After making eye contact, Fujiwara Izaya leaned back a little and looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was wearing a mask from a slightly further distance.
The classic color lipstick gradually fades from the edge of the lips to the corners of the mouth. The lips are slightly open, like flower buds inserted in the snow. It looks good, but it is not as good-looking as the person underneath. Looking at Fuka Eri through the mask
, just like hugging a girl in a dream, not satisfying at all.
"How about it?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri moved her neck so that the mask could assume various postures.
As long as she moves, the mask comes to life. She is wearing a retro long skirt and a plain shirt, and her bright orange hair is swaying on both sides of the mask, giving her a hazy and soft charm.
"It's so cute." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but say, "My mother wore a fox mask the day before yesterday. She's not as cute as my sister."
Under the mask, Kasahara Fuka-Eri snickered.
Mrs. Tanimura, who was sitting opposite, narrowed her small and cunning eyes, like a female fox who was half asleep in the early morning. She pursed her red and smooth lips and said, "Fujiwara-kun, look back at me.
.”
Fujiwara Izaya turned around and faced her.
At this moment, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's shoulders trembled next to him, and her body stiffened as if she had encountered something terrible.
"Fujiwara-kun, I have something to ask you." Mrs. Tanimura pinched her left wrist with her right hand, "It turns out that there really are such things as ghosts in this world. There are also monsters..."
"You didn't know this before?" Fujiwara Izaya looked surprised.
"Last night was the first time I saw her." Mrs. Tanimura rolled up her sleeves slowly, revealing a fresh scar on her left wrist.
"What's wrong with this injury?" Fujiwara Izaya took a look and saw that it was a cut caused by a sharp blade.
"Look more clearly." Mrs. Tanimura moved her butt in circles and sat over to him. The tea room became darker for no reason. She leaned close to Fujiwara Izaya's ear and whispered softly: "I was injured by a monster, my concubine.
I'm so scared, please protect me..."
The fishy smell of this lady's body lingered on the tip of her nose.
It tastes very silvery.
"Wherever there is a defect in the spirit, a depression, a dark hole. There are ghosts." Fujiwara Izaya remained awake.
"Ah, what philosophical words." Mrs. Tanimura smiled, her moist lips showing shining fangs, "I like it."
The black lily inserted on her head continuously wafted out a fishy smell, igniting the fire that had been planted in Fujiwara Izaya's heart for a long time. It was as if there was something compulsive ignited in his heart, and the lady's hair touched the fire.
When he looked at his cheek, he saw a fox yawning lazily and charmingly under the bright moonlight. The surroundings were silent. At this time, the ancient temple was being repaired and became a deserted temple.
In the hallucination, he walked towards the fox.
The fox transformed into a woman, with a pair of fluffy ears growing from the top of her head, and a fluffy and soft tail swinging behind her back.
"Be patient, I'll let you enjoy it right away..." She said in a coquettish voice, raised her head and looked around, then turned over and knelt in front of Fujiwara Izaya, hugged his calf and rubbed his cheek for a moment, then kissed him
stand up.
It was the first time for Fujiwara Izaya to feel such excitement like no one else.
Even after being drugged with smoke by Kawashima Miki, he had never been so excited... He turned his eyes and looked for Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was sitting on a rock not far from him, looking at the moon and humming.
Song.
Soon, pink smoke filled the entire world.
The long kiss and the touch of the fox girl's soft lips ignited the fire in his heart. The flame spread along the established track, the shining sky, the rustling of the windy woods, the roar of the waves... these things had nothing to do with it.
It exists in an orderly and scattered manner.
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Outside the tea room, the maid came in.
Mrs. Tanimura stood up and greeted: "Lord Jingxia."
"Has Widowmaker's poison taken effect?" The woman called Shizuka glanced at Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Fuka-Eri. Both of them had their eyes closed tightly, and their breathing was rapid.
"There are so many toxins in this kid's body that he can't wake up even for an hour." Mrs. Tanimura said respectfully, "This woman has very few toxins in her body, but as long as she doesn't take off her mask, she won't be able to wake up."
Jingxia put her hand into the wooden box on the table, picked up yellow pine jade pieces and stuffed them into her throat. 3806 grams was a bit too much, but fortunately she was not human and could hold them all.
After eating everything, she stood up and walked out the door.
"Sir Jingxia," Mrs. Tanimura called from behind, "how to deal with these two people?"
"Kill!" Jingxia said without looking back. "Afterwards, you can find a way to escape. If you can't escape, find a way to keep the secret."
"clear!"
After walking out of the courtyard, the monks guarding the door immediately gathered around me.
"Madam asked me to go down the mountain to buy some things." Jingxia said in a shy voice.uu看书 www.uukanshu.com
"Can we do it for you?" a monk asked.
"No, it won't work..." A blush flew over Jingxia's face, and her voice became lower and lower, "What Madam wants is something for women, it's a matter of privacy..."
"What do women use?" A monk looked puzzled.
"You've never had a woman before, let me tell you..." Several other monks gathered around and made fun of him.
Amid laughter, Jingxia avoided the monk and successfully left the small courtyard.
But as soon as I reached the edge of the pool, there were several "swishing" sounds behind me.
Looking back, she saw three dark guns pointed at her.
"Where to go?" There was no emotion in the voice of the leading Section 9 agent, it was all about responsibility.
"Going down the mountain to buy things..." Jingxia's face turned pale with fright, and she said softly, "I just came out after your Kasahara police approved it..."
Several Section 9 detectives exchanged glances, and one of them came up to search her body, but nothing unusual was found. Considering that Kasahara Police Inspector was still sitting in the tea room wearing a mask and playing, several Section 9 detectives came up and searched her body, but found nothing unusual.
The detective didn't suspect anything and waved him off.
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In a small building more than thirty meters away from Mrs. Tanimura's residence, the girls from Kyoto were already preparing to return.
Due to the sweltering heat in the afternoon, Fujiwara Kana had just taken a shower.
She was wearing a loose yukata, with a touch of delicate cherry color on her cheeks, and her wet black hair was shining with water.
In the compartment, the companions who were packing their luggage were chattering and discussing something. No one noticed that a short-haired woman had slipped in and stretched out her claws towards their eldest sister.