Located in the north of Tokyo, far away from the city center.
Starting from Asakusa, the further north you go, the lower the buildings on both sides of the national highway become. The road is very dry, and every time a truck speeds by, the dust raised will make people frown and rub their eyes.
Honda drove into an almost abandoned industrial area. Most of the factory doors and windows were closed, the walls were covered with ivy, and the safety stairs were rusty.
"Senior, what are you doing here?" Kasahara Asuka looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
"Come and get something," Fujiwara Izaya looked ahead, "Miss Momose who was killed before was an orphan since she was a child. No one took care of her funeral. I asked Seiji Ikeda to get a cemetery to prepare for her burial. But the body was gone.
, I had no choice but to come over and sort out her belongings and bury them in the cemetery to replace her ashes."
"Ah, that's it..." Asuka Kasahara's tone was a little boring.
The scooter passed through the factory area, and at the end of the overgrown road were several employee residences.
When the Suzuki Police Department waiting downstairs saw Fujiwara Izaya, they greeted him and came up.
"Two young mages, come here." He led the way and introduced diligently: "The buildings near here were originally used to house workers, but almost all the factories here have closed down, and all workers with no skills have lost their jobs.
.Many people choose to stay here, and many people leave. Miss Momose is one of those who left."
"Is she being kept?" Asuka Kasahara asked.
Suzuki Police Department nodded: "Well, she follows Hideki Kitahara most of the time, and only comes back here occasionally."
While talking, the three of them walked through the long corridor between the buildings and came to an open door.
Behind the door is a room that looks dim even during the day. The old electric lamp shines faintly, and the air is filled with the smell of dust as expected.
As soon as she walked in, Kasahara Asuka frowned.
It was obvious that she didn't like the smell, so she quickly walked through the small living room holding her nose and came to the window to get some fresh air.
Fujiwara Izaya looked around.
An ordinary staff suite, with a bedroom, a small kitchen and a bathroom. The walls are very thin and the floor creaks. The ceiling will shake whenever the toilet is flushed upstairs. There are dishes piled in the sink and the floor is messy.
Empty drink bottles, opened magazines, tulips that have expired, gray stockings draped on the backs of chairs, newspapers from a month ago and some money orders are spread out on the dining table.
"This woman really doesn't cherish herself." Asuka Kasahara breathed the fresh air blowing from the window, and said to Fujiwara Izaya: "Senior, you are so kind-hearted, why do you do these things? She is not worthy, and she has no
People remember the good things of their predecessors."
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to say something to her, but when he thought that she was just a child who had not been severely beaten by society, he might not be able to listen to the truth, so he had to give it up.
"Little Master, everything is almost packed..." Police Suzuki came out of the bedroom holding a cardboard box and put it on the table.
"Thanks a lot."
Fujiwara Izaya opened the box and looked inside.
High school textbooks and notebooks, tailoring boxes and painting kits, sketchbooks, utility knives; framed high school graduation albums, school trip postcards, Sakai Izumi's CDs, etc.
"None of them are related to Kitahara Hideki." Police Suzuki patted the dust on his hands with some emotion, "The Kitahara family doesn't recognize her anyway, so this can be considered reciprocal revenge."
Fujiwara Izaya picked up the box and was about to leave. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the remittance slips on the table and found that they were all sent to the same orphanage.
The amount ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and the remittance date is the first of every month. A cursory look at this stack of remittance orders shows that there are no interrupted months.
"She grew up in this orphanage." Police Suzuki noticed his gaze and explained.
"Take this too." Fujiwara Izaya stuffed the remittance slip into the box and shouted to the girl at the window: "Let's go."
"Hey, wait, let me take a look again," Asuka Kasahara pointed out the window excitedly, "There are sheep there, such cute little sheep."
Fujiwara Izaya looked outside.
Behind the staff dormitory is a tram track, with grass growing wildly on both sides of the open space, giving it a sense of wilderness. Someone is driving a group of sheep along the railroad track, and the lambs are grazing as they go.
"It's time to go, Ikeda is waiting for us."
"No, this is Asuka's first time seeing a live sheep. Let's take a look before leaving."
"I told you, Ikeda is waiting for us!" Fujiwara Izaya's tone was a little stern.
"Huh?"
Kasahara Asuka was stunned.
"If you want to see it, just watch it here yourself." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and walked out with a cold face.
"Wait for me." Asuka Kasahara hurriedly caught up.
After catching up with him, the school girl curled her lips and held the hem of his shirt tightly with her little hands, with an aggrieved expression like "Why are you doing this to others?"
"I said, I'm very busy today and I don't have time to make trouble with you." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at her with a serious expression: "Also, please keep your mouth shut and maintain the respect you deserve for the deceased."
"...Hmm." Kasahara Asuka pouted and puffed up her cheeks.
Obviously, she didn't listen to this.
Fujiwara Izaya stopped and looked into her clear and bright eyes.
When their eyes met, Kasahara Asuka's little face seemed to smile uncontrollably, a very sly smile, as if she knew exactly what Fujiwara Izaya was going to do to her.
"No matter how you feel about Miss Momose, I hope you will remember one sentence from now on." Fujiwara Izaya stared at her face that showed that she had never been bullied or suffered before, and said slowly: "Every time
When you criticize others, please think about it first: not everyone in this world has the same superior conditions as you."
"..."
Asuka Kasahara tilted her forehead to one side, showing an incomprehensible expression.
It took a few seconds for her to react, and she held on to Fujiwara Izaya's clothes and refused to let go: "Senior, are you really angry?"
"Really." Fujiwara Izaya answered in the affirmative.
"Uh...it's hard to understand," Asuka Kasahara lowered her head in embarrassment, her slender eyelashes drooping, "I wasn't even angry when I was framed by Asuka, but I was angry because Asuka commented on Miss Momose. Senior...is a weirdo."
"It's still too late to leave as soon as possible." Fujiwara Izaya walked downstairs again.
"But it's interesting~~" Asuka Kasahara grabbed the hem of his clothes and admitted her mistake with him with a cute smile, "Asuka knows that she was wrong, senior, please forgive me~~ Smile, don't be sarcastic.
Face!"
Suzuki Police Department, who was walking at the end, suddenly burped.
From his perspective, the two people really looked like a young couple, and they were the kind that a rich and beautiful young lady would just give away with her dowry. For a moment, the police officer felt a sour taste in his mouth.
Just like a few lemons.
At noon, the two returned to Kagurazaka.
Enter Zenguo Temple, bypass the front yard and atrium, and come to the cemetery area at the back.
The cemetery is built on a high platform and is very large. The criss-crossing paths between the tombs are paved with fine sand, which is soft under your feet. Neatly trimmed azaleas and forget-me-not flowers are dotted throughout.
"Fujiwara, this way!" Ikeda Seiji, wearing monk clothes, waved in front of a cemetery.
"Excuse me, Ikeda-kun." Fujiwara Izaya walked over and took out a photo from the cardboard box and gave it to him.
"I'm going to make a tombstone right now." Ikeda Seiji winked at him and smiled, then looked at Kasahara Asuka next to him, "Kasahara-san, do you want to rest in the Zen room? I'll have someone prepare tea for you."
"I'm not going!" Kasahara Asuka shrugged perfunctorily, "Unless seniors also go."
"Damn it!" Ikeda Seiji looked at the man and woman in front of him, "We clearly agreed to be single together, but Fujiwara you actually sneaked away quietly, it's too embarrassing for me..."
Kasahara Asuka smiled kindly: "Huh?"
"I'm so happy for him..." Ikeda Seiji smiled very reluctantly.
"Let's go, let's go," Asuka Kasahara waved her little hands as if to shoo away mosquitoes, "Don't bother me here, or Koike will throw you away today."
Ikeda Seiji looked at Fujiwara Izaya for help.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know what to say.
"Fujiwara," Ikeda Seiji took a step forward and looked at him sincerely, "remember what you promised me, I can't live without Koike..."
"I'll try my best..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed.
Asuka Kasahara's eyes lit up.
In an instant, a lustful and mischievous smile appeared on her crystal lips.
Fujiwara Izaya instinctively felt something was wrong, but before he could escape, the school girl grabbed his collar with one hand and pressed his head down with one hand.
She was working hard, and her little hands were shaking slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and couldn't take his eyes away, falling on the girl's delicate lips pursed into a thin line.
Faced with her lustful evil smile, all the mountain god could do now was to open his mouth and breathe slightly.
"Ikeda, what are you doing standing here?" Asuka Kasahara scolded her condescendingly.
The little monk obediently shrank his head and left.
There were only two people left in the cemetery. Kasahara Asuka pressed Fujiwara Izaya and proudly puffed out her chest: "Senior, you want to ask me for something, right?"
"..." Fujiwara Izaya wanted to deny it.
It's a pity that he took advantage of the young monk. If he refused to help, he would have a bad conscience.
"Do you want me to say something nice in front of Koike?" Asuka Kasahara asked with a smile, her expression as arrogant as she wanted.
"...Yes." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but swallowed.
The two faces were very close to each other, the girl's soft mouth was slightly open, and her lips were shining with a coquettish luster in her smile.
"I will help!" Kasahara Asuka nodded with satisfaction, and then...she seemed to notice that the two of them were too close. Her cheeks were flushed and she hurriedly let go of her hand and looked away.
It's really a shame for the little devil to have such a low defense... Fujiwara Izaya complained about her in his heart.
"Senior..." Asuka Kasahara carefully moved her eyes a little, looked over at him, and smiled innocently as if to cover up her shyness: "I will accompany Asuka to do her nails in the future!"
"good."
"I want to accompany Asuka to get her ears pierced."
"good."
"Senior also wants to fight."
"Okay... wait, I won't fight!"
"No!" Kasahara Asuka immediately stood up on tiptoes, grabbed his collar with both hands, shook her head and ordered: "You must beat him, and you and Asuka must wear couple's earrings!"
Every time she shook her head, her beautiful orange hair would jump around mischievously, like the naughty paws of an orange cat. Fujiwara Izaya felt relieved and couldn't help laughing.
Kasahara Asuka also smiled: "This means that senior has agreed!"
"We'll talk about it later..." Fujiwara Izaya wanted to delay it as long as possible.
"Senior can't escape!" Kasahara Asuka gestured with a gun and fired a bullet into his chest with a confident smile on her face.
"You can't eat me!"
Fujiwara Izaya also showed a confident smile.
To be honest, the schoolgirl's face is really cute. Although her behavior is a bit deliberate, she would not be disgusted if she only made such a gesture towards herself. In terms of personality, she was probably pampered since she was a child. In some aspects, it makes her
People have headaches, but it’s not hopeless. It just needs to be adjusted slowly...
Wait!
What am I thinking... Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook this thought out of his mind, walked to the flowerbed at the edge of the cemetery, folded three forget-me-nots, and placed them in front of the Sankui cemetery.
Asuka Kasahara asked curiously: "Who is buried inside?"
"Same as Miss Momose." Fujiwara Izaya bowed and glanced at the portraits on the three tombstones. "Victims who have no family members or friends to claim them after death must have a destination."
"Senpai is a weirdo!" Kasahara Asuka said the same thing again.
"It's not weird at all," Fujiwara Izaya retorted, and then asked her: "Have you seen "Coco"?"
"Coco..." Kasahara Asuka showed a thoughtful expression, and her little lips slowly moved: "Death is not the end of life, forgetting is... Senior, what you want to say is this, right?"
"Smart!" Fujiwara Izaya praised her, "They had no destination when they were alive, and no one cared about them. They can't be as pitiful in death as they were in life. There are all kinds of flowers and plants here, the air is fresh, the sun is bright, the mood is healthy, and the lawn
It's neatly manicured and makes an ideal resting place."
Kasahara Asuka chuckled: "The environment is good, but a good environment is based on high annual management fees."
"Can't I afford it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked domineeringly.
"No wonder senior is so greedy for money!" Kasahara Asuka looked at him, as if she was teasing him, very naughty.
Fujiwara Izaya shrugged vulgarly: "Who made me poor?"
"Senior is also a good man."
"Not good at all."
"good."
"not good!"
"good."
"Okay, I'm fine."
The result of the dispute once again ended with Fujiwara Izaya admitting defeat.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Seiji Ikeda returned with the finished tombstone, and the three of them buried Miss Momose's belongings together. The young monk also performed a ritual ceremony for free.
The process is a bit long and a bit boring.
The afternoon sun was sultry, and Asuka Kasahara felt drowsy, so she took Izaya Fujiwara to the pine trees next to the cemetery to rest. Soon after, she became so sleepy that she couldn't bear it anymore. She tilted her head and leaned on Izaya Fujiwara's shoulder.
Fell asleep.
"Namo Amitabha Duotagado Ye..."
The Buddhist verses were carried to the forest by the wind blowing up the slope, shaking the needles of the pine forest.
The girl's weight was borne on her shoulders, a heavy and incredible weight.
She seemed to be really asleep and not just teasing him.
Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on her cheek, touched her soft lips with his fingers, and could feel her moist and warm breath.
It feels great in hand.
It was tender, plump, and full of vitality. He couldn't help but press it many times.
After Ikeda Seiji finished the ritual, he looked into the shade and saw Fujiwara Izaya playing with his schoolgirl's lips.
"You can't graduate in the cemetery~" he shouted from a distance, then put his hands behind his back and left with emotion, shaking his shoulders.
"It seems that I have acquiesced to her as a couple..." Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his hand and looked up at the sky.
There were a few slender clouds floating between the leaves, but otherwise it was absolutely blue, so vivid that it was shocking.
He did nothing all afternoon, just stared at the sky.
The sun gradually sets towards the west.
The sunset filtered through the gaps in the woods and sprinkled on the lawn.
The wind blowing over carries the smell of sea tide, the fragrance of leaves, the hazy emotions of youth and the breath of dusk.
"How long have I slept?" Kasahara Asuka asked drowsily.
"Just right," Fujiwara Izaya replied, "Just right to watch the sunset."
The two of them lay side by side on the cool grass, listening to the rustle of the swaying trees.
"The sunset is so beautiful!" Asuka Kasahara said, looking at the western sky.
"Um."
Fujiwara Izaya also looked at the bright and beautiful fire clouds.
The last time he saw such a beautiful sunset was at the flea market in Meiji Park. He took a photo that day and didn't know who to send it to.