Kawashima Miji's back was suddenly hit with such force that her whole body almost fell forward.
"Sorry, sorry..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly put his hands on her shoulders to keep her body balanced, "I was looking at the scenery outside. I didn't expect you to stop suddenly."
I think you did it on purpose... Kawashima Miji roared in her heart, and resisted the urge to transform into a spider and start killing people on the spot. A slight blush appeared on her face, pretending to be shy, and she smiled extremely shyly, "Get there.
Well, of course I have to stop."
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards the door next to him. The iron plate on the door read "Land Use Department".
"Let's continue the conversation here," Kawashima Miji came to the reception room reserved a little ahead. After walking towards the free drink machine on the counter, she turned back and asked: "What do you want to drink?"
"Coffee, with ice."
Fujiwara Izaya answered and also walked into the reception room.
This is a small room by the window, with an open layout, sophisticated and chic. The window faces the road, and the late spring sunlight shines on the plain carpet on the floor of the room. The light is clear and not blurry.
After a while, Kawashima Meiji came over, holding two drinks in his hand.
One cup was iced coffee for Fujiwara Izaya, and the other was iced lemonade for herself. Both cups were filled with ice cubes, and the lemonade cup had a straw inserted into it.
"Okay, let's start the conversation again," Kawashima Miki put her bag on the table and sat down opposite Fujiwara Izaya.
"What do you call it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Just call me Mrs. Araki." Kawashima Miji stretched out as if she was tired, her figure was fully displayed by the tight-fitting shirt.
Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously glanced at her chest again.
It's not his fault.
After all, it is a scientific phenomenon.
It is easy to explain. Referring to Newton's law of "universal milk force", the conclusion is as follows: the greater the mass, the stronger the attraction.
But this time, the button didn't pop open.
Although he felt sorry, Fujiwara Izaya could only watch and could not reach out and tear off the buttons, as that was illegal.
He is indeed a shameless little pervert... Kawashima Meiji cursed secretly and said directly: "I would like to invite you to come to my house and have a look. If possible, it is best at night and stay a few more nights."
It is impossible for a little boy like this, who is full of lust, not to be tempted by a beautiful older woman. Kawashima Miji is very confident in her own charm.
In less than three nights, she could make Fujiwara Izaya lose himself in the erotic world of the Empress's bubble bath, without knowing anything about the changes in the outside world.
"Do you have a pen and a note?" Fujiwara Izaya turned his attention to her handbag.
"Yes," Kawashima Miji opened her handbag, took out a gel pen and a note and handed it to him, "What else do you need?"
"I need your frankness." Fujiwara Izaya stared at her face, his expression became formulaic, "May I ask how your husband died?"
"I'm sorry to say it..." Kawashima Miji paused for a moment, with a resentful expression on her face.
"Don't feel embarrassed," Fujiwara Izaya held the gel pen and pointed the tip of the pen on the note paper. "You might as well treat me as a gynecologist and explain the process clearly. Only when you find the disease can I prescribe the medicine."
While saying this, he wrote today's date and the other person's name at the top of the note.
[Time: Sunday, April 25, 2021]
[Requested by: Mrs. Araki.]
"Speaking of which, maybe it's partly my fault that my relationship with my husband is not good." At this point, Kawashima Miji lowered her eyebrows and sighed silently, "On April 13, he and I had a big argument.
After a fight, I went out after drinking and never saw anyone again.”
Fujiwara Izaya held the pen and simply recorded information on the note.
【The couple did not get along and left home on April 13.】
"When he went out, he was very drunk. I heard from the driver that he went to Empress Yoshiwara's high-end bubble bath." Speaking of this, Kawashima Miki stared at Fujiwara Izaya intently, "Tell me, is it because I'm not good enough?
, he would go to a fashionable woman?"
"Uh..." Frustrated by her resentful look, Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, "Please continue."
"Then, he was cut into pieces by a familiar woman, leaving nothing behind." Kawashima Meiji frowned, as if remembering the disgusting scene, holding a straw in her hand and stirring the ice in the lemonade.
"With all due respect," Fujiwara Izaya asked, "does he have any interaction with a customary woman?"
"I don't know, that custom girl also committed suicide." Kawashima Miji shook her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her index finger as if she was tired, "That's the girl who has been with me for the longest time. I didn't expect that my husband would actually fall in love with her."
, both of them betrayed me."
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Fujiwara Izaya looked confused.
Madam, your house is such a mess!
"The Empress's high-end bubble bath is opened by me." Kawashima Miji said, putting her hands on the table and clasping her fingers together.
Wearing a very small ring on her ring finger, a simple and ordinary silver ring, it would be almost undetectable unless it was spread out on the table.
Madam, you are still a madam!!!
Fujiwara Izaya looked surprised and asked blankly: "What does your husband do?"
Kawashima Meiji lightly scratched the tip of her nose again: "Hunji Taoists have hundreds of people under their control."
Good guy.
Both black and yellow, he deserves to die... Fujiwara Izaya remained calm, wrote down these two pieces of information on a note, and then asked: "What did the police say?"
"The police concluded that it was a murder of love," Kawashima Miji tapped her temple with her fingers, her eyes a little angry, "My husband fell in love with that slut and said he wanted to divorce me and then marry her, but because of an incident
He broke his promise again and again, so the custom woman killed him."
【Love killing.】
Recording this key information, Fujiwara Izaya once asked: "Are there any monks or monks performing rituals at the scene of the crime?"
"No, I don't even know where the crime scene is. I just found the diary of the customary girl from her home, which recorded the murder." Kawashima Miji smiled nervously, lowered his head and sipped lemonade, his voice
He said vaguely: "Because of this, I suspect that my husband has become a ghost and has come back to seek my life these days."
【There is no salvation, enough resentment.】
"There is a possibility of becoming a ghost," Fujiwara Izaya said, tearing off the note and putting it in his pocket, returning the pen and note to her, and handed her a business card, "If it's convenient, come to the shrine during the Golden Week.
Find me and take me to the customary house and take a bath with your empress."
"Of course." Kawashima Miji took the business card with both hands and relaxed, "So, you accepted my request?"
"Ready to accept." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, and took a few sips of the coffee on the table slowly.
Kawashima Meiji frowned: "Excuse me, what else do you need?"
"What can I get?" Fujiwara Izaya pointed out the topic.
"Ah, you..." Kawashima Miji stared at his face, her expression seemed a little unspeakable.
"Of course this is my profession, but removing spirits is risky and requires protection."
Kawashima Meiji's face was a little red and she bit her lower lip slightly: "What price do you want me to pay?"
Of course it's money... Fujiwara Izaya yelled inwardly.
But this cannot be said explicitly, it can only be implied.
There is a high probability that a young and wealthy widow will have a lot of troubles in the future, and a lot of money will be queued up to be delivered to her door. Therefore, for the first time, she must maintain the restraint of a clergyman. It would be too low to ask for money directly.
Having seen the world will definitely spoil your good impression.
"I don't quite understand..." Kawashima Miji lowered her head and continued to stir the soda with a straw, her voice trembling: "Master Fujiwara, please tell me that if it can be done, I will definitely do it."
"No matter what, you still have to make the necessary contributions, otherwise it would be purely voluntary service..." Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the table with one hand and looked at the young lady with serious eyes, "I am more or less capable.
I can help you solve your problem in any form. Of course, I want to maintain justice in the world on the premise of gaining something, so please, madam, be prepared to pay..."
Kawashima Meiji bit her lower lip silently.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the pointed heels of the high heels on her feet. If Fujiwara Rinjin made that request, she was afraid that she would not be able to help but take off her high heels and the heel would go straight up and stab him in the face.
This is very relieving, but it doesn't work.
She needs to endure the humiliation for the time being.
First, coax Fujiwara Izaya to take a bubble bath, paralyze him with eroticism, wait until he lowers his vigilance, and then eat the entire Asakusa Shrine in one fell swoop.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the table hard, "are you listening to me?"
Kawashima Miji softly said "hmm".
Then, she bravely raised her head and looked directly at Fujiwara Izaya.
Those eyes were very beautiful, with deep and complex pupils, as attractive as a whirlpool. When Fujiwara Izaya looked at her eyes, a blush appeared on her face, shy and delicate.