75. The long night passed and then the home was gone
"Huh~"
A cool evening breeze blew from afar, penetrated the window, and blew onto the two monsters.
Feeling much cooler, Kawashima Miji took the opportunity to take a breath and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves. In the dim light of the floor lamp, dust blown by the wind flew around her like fine powder.
After resting for a few seconds, she bent down again and ran her cold fingers over Fujiwara Izaya's hot skin.
Every kneading of his fingers would twist and stretch his muscles to the limit, and then let them be quietly moisturized by essential oils.
This method is of great benefit to his body and should not be used on him in the first place.
But Kawashima Miki can't control that much anymore. She just wants Fujiwara Izaya to suffer. As long as she sees him shaking in pain, she feels comfortable in her heart. She doesn't care that she may be indirectly increasing the number of enemies.
strength.
Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth and barely made any sound.
The feeling now is pain and happiness.
On one side was the burning pain, and on the other was the cold and delicate feeling of his wife's fingers. The two feelings worked on his body together, and he would never forget this feeling in his life.
It took about thirty minutes to massage the entire back.
Kawashima Miji was so tired that she was sweating profusely, so she could only pause and prepare to drink a glass of water to take a breath.
Fujiwara Izaya silently twisted his shoulders.
It's a very strange feeling. Even though I only massaged my back, my whole body feels so comfortable. It's as if all the parts in my body have been replaced with new ones. My mobility is much stronger than before.
After getting off the massage chair, Fujiwara Izaya did a few stretching movements on the spot. While feeling the full strength in his body, he sighed: "This kind of life is really too decadent. I really hope that my wife will rot me like this every day."
, let me be massaged by you into a useless person."
"Be more serious." Kawashima Miji glared at him displeased, poured a glass of water, and came to the window to drink slowly.
"This massage is a bit strange," Fujiwara Izaya stood next to her and looked out the window at the night view, "The technique is not like the bubble bath massage I saw in the movie, but more like a kind of recuperation, or in other words
Practice.”
Kawashima Miji drank water and said nothing.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to shut up and watch the night view quietly.
Outside the window is the bustling Taito District of Tokyo, with various lights flashing under the dark night. Colored lights on the sky tree, street lights on the capital expressway, car headlights, aviation warning lights on high-rise buildings, and colorful advertising lights
, the fluorescent lamps in the windows of the mixed-use building combine and merge with each other to form the unique colors of the Tokyo metropolis, completely expelling the night from the sky.
"G," Kawashima Miji suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Fujiwara Izaya answered very gentlemanly: "I can answer any questions for my wife."
"That shikigami of yours..."
At this point, Kawashima Miji realized that she didn't know where to start asking.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked towards her
In the flickering light outside the window, she held her left arm across her chest, her right elbow supported the back of her left hand, and her right palm rested on her chin. Her cheeks were reflected in mottled light and shadow.
Reading at midnight
"My shikigami," Fujiwara Izaya took the initiative to speak, "she is the new bride, the empress of the spider demon clan."
The corners of Kawashima Miji's eyes twitched.
Bullshit!
Yours is a fake!
There can only be one new bride, and that is me, Kawashima Meiji!
"Madam, are you interested in my shikigami?" Fujiwara Izaya asked pretending to be surprised.
"Uh, um..." Kawashima Miji pondered for a moment and asked him: "I want to know, how did you find this shikigami?"
"Of course you can tell the truth to your wife, but the premise is..." Fujiwara Izaya paused and patted his chest, "I've finished pressing the back, but what about the front?"
"..."
Kawashima Miji's expression was quite astonished, perhaps even closer to shock.
Helping to massage his back was already her biggest bottom line. After all, she couldn't see his face or that important part of him when she massaged her back.
But according to the previous words... the shame, just thinking about it for a moment, makes Kawashima Miji want to jump out of the window.
"I will definitely tell the truth!" Fujiwara Izaya raised one hand and said seriously: "Your Majesty Amaterasu, please bear witness to my oath."
Kawashima Miji frowned nicely and carefully looked at Fujiwara Izaya's face.
What appeared on his face was only calmness and sincerity, as calm as the surface of a pond after the ripples had expanded. This made her have to believe that he was not lying.
After all, he is a Shinto priest.
Amaterasu Omikami is the supreme god of Shintoism. If you violate the oaths made to her, you will be punished.
"Can you trust me, madam?"
As he spoke, Fujiwara Izaya had a faint smile on his lips, an elegant and charming smile.
Kawashima Miji didn't know how to respond. Her face felt hot, her heart was beating rapidly, and she made a loud kicking sound almost like a galloping horse running across a wooden bridge.
She even thought that any woman's cheeks would turn red when she saw such a smile.
"Ma'am, is that okay?"
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head slightly, keeping his eyes level with hers, as if he were stopping to admire his favorite painting in the Nezu Museum of Art.
"No……"
Kawashima Meiji shook her head with great difficulty.
"We're already halfway there, why not finish the other half?" Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand, held her little hand naturally, and whispered in her ear: "Besides, my wife must also know how talented you are.
Charming, don’t you think it’s cruel to leave me halfway like this?”
A gentle and intimate voice reached my ears. It was the call of a loved one. After hearing it, it still lingered in my ears for a long time and refused to dissipate.
A layer of goosebumps appeared on Kawashima Miji's neck, as if something beautiful and pleasant had penetrated into her brain from her ear canal and seeped into the depths of her soul.
She dared to bet all her cosmetics.
Anyone who is arrogant or hard-hearted will immediately surrender to him willingly after hearing his voice...
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya urged again, holding her hand and holding her hand.
Kawashima Miji's hands are very soft and her fingers are long and thin.
The palms of my hands were warm, a little sweaty, and felt smooth and moist, probably due to nervousness.
Fujiwara Izaya pulled her back to the massage chair, then he lay down on his back and looked at her expectantly.
"...How strange," Kawashima Miji looked away and murmured in a voice that could only be heard by herself, "I have always been the one to seduce new women and seduce men, but I never thought that one day, I would be seduced by the object of my seduction.
I came here to seduce you, but I’m still a half-grown boy... It’s really embarrassing.”
At this point, I have no choice but to bite the bullet.
"Please close your eyes and lie on your back..." Kawashima Miji turned around and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
Fujiwara Izaya obeyed obediently.
Soon after, the heat came slightly, and he could feel Kawashima Miji's body approaching.
Soon, a pair of cold hands pressed on his chest and massaged it gently in circles.
"No need for essential oil this time?" he asked with his eyes closed.
"I've run out..." Miji Kawashima whispered, "I only prepared the amount for the back, and I didn't plan to use the front at all."
"Oh, it's a pity." Fujiwara Izaya said in a tone that was very familiar to her, "Next time, prepare more, both in the back and in the front."
"...There is no next time."
Kawashima Meiji's slightly trembling whisper penetrated into her heart like a burst of floral fragrance.
Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes a little and looked at the young widow who was lowering her head to massage.
The white silk shirt on her upper body was mostly wet with sweat, and the outline of the black underwear was vaguely revealed, with undulating contours; the narrow black uniform skirt was already soaked, and it clung to her breasts like a helpless child.
The thighs, and further down are the slender legs wrapped in black suspenders.
"Don't stare at me..."
Kawashima Miji pressed her palm on his face, tilting his face to one side.
Looking away, he saw two pairs of shoes lying on the ground, one was his white tennis shoes, the other was her black high heels. If he looked carefully, he saw that her shoes actually had red soles.
Red and black.
These two tones are the sexiest when paired together and can arouse people's impulses.
In Fujiwara Izaya's mind, he recalled that day at Onnyangryo. The buttons on her chest were broken, and the bra was the same red and black tones.
He was thinking wildly in his mind. In order to answer him, Kawashima Meiji leaned her body tightly on the narrow recliner, bent down to massage his front, and her breasts were almost close to his face.
Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her again.
The wife's round face has a hint of classical beauty, her forehead is smooth and full, and her complexion is charming. Her hair is elegantly tied up behind her head, and her entire face is fully displayed, making her eyes with complex lines even more charming.
.
As he looked at it, Fujiwara Izaya thought of the pale purple eyes of the bride, and mentally compared the differences between hers and Kawashima Miki's eyes. Unfortunately, this task was very arduous and could not be completed by relying on memory alone.
But it doesn't matter.
In the future, I will find an opportunity to secretly take pictures and slowly compare myself to my content.
Kawashima Miji silently massaged him, from his chest to his abdomen, from his abdomen to his thighs, calves, and even the soles of his feet.
After the last step was completed, she sighed and looked at the light for a long time without blinking. Her side profile looked beautiful and sad.
Am I forcing a good family into the sea... Fujiwara Izaya asked himself in his mind, but then he thought about it, she is not a good family, and the feeling of guilt that just arose immediately disappeared.
Kawashima Miji silently took a few deep breaths, turned around, and smiled slightly.
"Can you tell me?" she asked.
Fujiwara Izaya sat up straight, holding her shoulders with both hands, his eyes extremely sincere: "I drew it by playing a card game."
"?"
Do you think this answer is humorous?
Kawashima Miji's whole body trembled slightly, like the flame of a candle swaying with the thin air current.
She hugged her two arms tightly to her chest as if to protect herself from the cold.
Silent, motionless, even breathless, like a frozen dead person.
However, if you look closely, you can see that her chest vibrates regularly with her breathing, but it is very slight. She breathes very lightly, inhaling slightly and exhaling slightly. It seems that as long as she exerts a little force, her elbows and neck will tremble. It broke with a bang.
Fujiwara Izaya was also silent.
While observing her changes, I thought to myself why she looked so fragile?
Is it because of being cheated?
Or is it because you feel you have been tainted?
"What can I do for you?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.
"Why?" Miki Kawashima whispered, swallowing her saliva, making an unnatural sound when swallowing, "You promised not to lie to me, why do you say such things that even a child would not believe?"
"Well……"
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know how to explain it.
He really didn't lie!
"Why?" Kawashima Miji asked again, tears even escaping from her eyes.
All right.
Fujiwara Izaya felt that if she didn't believe the truth, then she should lie.
Anyway, he is the best at lying, and sometimes he can even deceive himself.
"The reason is actually very simple," Fujiwara Izaya relaxed his expression and replied frankly, "I have almost goodwill toward my wife and want to get closer to her."
Kawashima Miji shook her head with a painful expression, and a spasm passed through her body.
"Lie," she retorted fiercely, "you and I have only met twice, and you know almost nothing about me."
"Yes, I really don't understand anything." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, put his arms around her slender waist, and said in her ear: "But I have a bad habit. I think I like to judge people by their appearance."
"Judging a book by its appearance?" Kawashima Miji struggled slightly.
"Yes, just take it literally." Fujiwara Izaya said, "In other words, I like your appearance and changeable personality very much. It's almost like falling in love at first sight."
"Gu~"
Kawashima Miji swallowed a gulp of saliva.
With her mouth feeling dry, she mechanically stretched out her hand to take the half-filled glass of water she had just finished drinking, and drank the rest of the water in one mouthful. But she still felt that it was not enough, and the surrounding air became dry and thin. There is a bulging feeling in the lower abdomen and chest.
It's going to be broken...
Kawashima Miji is convinced that her resistance is weakening.
There is no doubt that just like ice is always cold and rainwater always falls from the sky to the ground, women will always yearn for sweetness. However, where such a relationship will take them, Kawashima Meiji completely No clue.
It may be a special world that has never been seen before, or it may not be a strange world; it may be a fatal blow after paralyzing oneself, and it may also burn everything that has been obtained.
But she couldn't climb out. From the moment the other bride appeared, she had no choice. She could only surrender to the torrent in front of her, even if it was wiped out.
Kawashima Miki intuitively told her that she would fall into a big trap with Fujiwara Izaya, and there were already signs of that. No matter how things develop in the future, she would be controlled, blackmailed, and do humiliating things by him. matter.
no!
Absolutely not!
I would rather die together now than let that happen.
Kawashima Miji's heart skipped a beat, and an emotional and charming smile appeared on her face.
"I'm really happy to hear you say that..." She lowered her head, gently leaned on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, and asked in his ear: "Do you really think I'm very good?"
"Of course." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "My wife has a very beautiful face, a well-proportioned body, and she also knows how to change different personalities. She is simply a versatile girlfriend."
Kawashima Meiji narrowed her eyes in disbelief and ordered with a smile: "Lie down obediently, my wife is going to reward you now."
"Yes!" Fujiwara Izaya lay down happily.
Kawashima Meiji leaned down and lay on his chest, her nose like a puppy checking the scent on his skin. The wonderful rose fragrance was constantly exuding from her body, so rich that it was almost suffocating.
Slowly, her lips moved upward.
The tip of his nose probed under Fujiwara Izaya's ear, then he gently opened his mouth, kissed his neck, and bit down hard with his two sharp fangs.
hard.
Grinning teeth.
Can't bite.
Bastard, bastard... Kawashima Miji was anxious and wanted to sit up and look for opportunities again.
But at this moment, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly put his arms around her waist, held her down, and then said jokingly: "My little spider has used this trick on me before. My wife reminded me of the first time I was raped."
What about her experience of sucking blood?"
"..."
Kawashima Meiji forced a smile.
"Your shikigami looks so scary. Don't summon it in the future." She emphasized, and then her eyes glanced at Fujiwara Izaya's lips, "Okay, be good and don't move."
There is no other way.
I can only sacrifice my first kiss and pour all the hallucinogenic smoke stored in my body into him.
After you stun him, just kill him directly. You don't need the land of Asakusa Shrine or anything like that.
The two pairs of lips came closer a little bit, and Kawashima Meiji gently opened her red lips. All the green smoke was mobilized to the throat and mouth area. As soon as the lips came together, all the smoke would flow out in an instant.
However.
As soon as their lips touched and she expelled all the hallucinogenic smoke, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly pushed her head away and covered her lips.
"Hmm~"
There were choked tears in Kawashima Miji's widened eyes.
"I think this is progressing too fast and I need to slow down a bit," Fujiwara Izaya turned over and said to her while putting on his pants, "Madam, don't be anxious, you know, I am a very conservative person. As for the two of us,
We have to have a sweet love relationship first, and then we can do the necessary activities as a couple after we get to know each other."
"Ahem~"
Kawashima Miji covered her chest and coughed violently.
The hallucinogenic smoke had no effect on her, but expelling a large amount in a short period of time would be a bit debilitating. In addition, the smoke was blocked back after being expelled, which made her choke until her eyes turned black and her head became dizzy.
Even though she was so uncomfortable, she still complained in her heart: You almost forced me to take nude photos, where is the conservativeness?
Fujiwara Izaya put on his pants, threw two pairs of shoes into his shirt, rolled them up, and held them in his hand. Then, he turned around and came to the massage chair, and passed a hand under Kawashima Miki's knee.
, the other hand reached under her back.
"?"
Kawashima Meiji was in a daze at the lake.
What does he want to do?
Before she could react, her body suddenly jumped into the air.
"Ah, bastard..." Kawashima Miji screamed in fright, and subconsciously held his shoulders with her hands, "What are you doing? Put me down quickly!"
"Of course I'm sending my wife home to rest." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at her face as red as a ripe peach with a smile, "So, please tell me, where do you live?"
"..."
Kawashima Miji instantly felt a chill.
"Don't tell me, it's okay." Fujiwara Izaya's expression was very gentle. He hugged her and walked out of the door. As he walked, he said to her very thoughtfully: "I will lift my wife high and spin the whole empress around.
"
"?"
Are you not sick?
Kawashima Miji suddenly thought of that scene.
The majestic empress was held on her head by a half-grown little boy, and she walked struttingly in front of all the employees and guests. You can be sure that from tonight on, people will continue to point fingers at her from behind. Upper class society
In her circle, those boring ladies will treat her as the latest and hottest gossip information and sing it at various dances. In less than three days, the name Kawashima Miji will spread throughout Tokyo's upper class...
The desperate consequences made her feel that the whole world was in darkness.
"No, no..." Miki Kawashima grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders in panic and begged slightly, "Put me down. I can walk by myself. Don't hold me and walk."
Fujiwara Izaya pretended not to hear it.
His original intention was to create the illusion that Kawashima Meiji was in love with him, and show it to the brides in the building, so as to seduce the spider demon. It would be better if Kawashima Meiji herself was a bride.
Yes, stamp it in advance and put your name on it so that others won't worry about it.
After stepping out of the bathhouse curtain, Fujiwara Izaya paused and looked at the red-haired girl who had been waiting at the door for who knows how long: "Hello, do you know where Sister Meiji lives?"
"..." The red-haired girl's expression looked like she had been struck by thunder.
She looked at Fujiwara Izaya, who was shirtless, and then at Kawashima Miki, who was huddled in his arms. She looked at the boss's wife's blushing face, her watery eyes, and the red-haired girl's lips moved for a long time, then
With aggrieved words, he squeezed out a sentence: "Sister Meiji, didn't you agree to leave it to me?"
"Huh?" Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at Kawashima Miki.
"Don't look at me, I don't know..." Kawashima Miji shook her head, even her ears turned red.
"Let's go," Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and walked forward, "Let's go ask the next one."
"Put me down!"
"If you make trouble again, I will lift you up right now!"
"...Don't be too presumptuous!"
"Want a fight?"
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"Think clearly. If a fight breaks out, you will be surrounded by people from the Yin Yang Lao and the Ninth Section in less than three minutes."
Why do you think this kid only has upper-level strength? Now it’s better, let’s get a handle on it...
Everyone who saw the two of them along the way, whether they were employees or guests, all looked like they had seen a ghost. Fujiwara Izaya turned around and planned to go to the crowded place on the first floor to ask.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Kawashima Miji pinched his neck with both hands, her eyes fierce: "Ninth floor, go to the ninth floor. If you dare to go to the first floor, I will risk your life and kill you."
"Wouldn't it be nice to be so good earlier?"
Fujiwara Izaya made fun of him, hugged her and walked to wait for the elevator.
This is the fourth floor. The elevator goes up from bottom to top and stops on the fourth floor. The moment the door opens, everyone and the monsters are stunned. Including Fujiwara Izaya, Kawashima Miki, and a group of bald heads in the elevator who are about to go up to the eighth floor.
Big man.
This scene...
The bald men couldn't help but scratch their bald heads.
Their ex-sister-in-law was being held by a topless child princess while she waited for the elevator. She seemed to be going to the ninth floor?
"Make way, please give way." Fujiwara Izaya greeted politely, squeezed into the elevator, and then said to the bald man closest to the elevator: "Please press the button for the ninth floor for me, thank you."
Bald head: "..."
Kawashima Meiji: "..."
The elevator ran smoothly upwards, and the atmosphere was unusually weird.
The bald heads were whispering to each other, frequently casting their eyes on the ex-sister-in-law who seemed to be looking for a man again.
The ashamed Kawashima Miki buried her face directly in Fujiwara Izaya's arms. Now, she only had one thought in her mind: It's over, it's over. Things have become so weird. People will definitely talk about her behind her back.
Silver widow or something.
"By the way, madam, I have a question." Fujiwara Izaya asked loudly, "Are these bald uncles members of my wife's husband's club?"
This question directly silenced everyone except him.
"Uncles, don't worry." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head, his eyes swept over every shiny head, and said sincerely: "Please wait until the Menglan Bon Festival when you worship Mr. Araki, and tell him to reassure him.
Go ahead, sister-in-law, I will take care of you."
A moment.
The mouths of all the bald men were opened in an O-shape.
"Hehe, hehe..."
Kawashima Miji smiled instead of being angry, the kind of sneer that despaired of the entire world.
"Ding Dong~"
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.
As soon as the door opened a crack, I heard someone talking loudly outside.
"Cheer up tonight. This matter must be done well for my sister-in-law. If there is any mistake, I will hang you up on the Tokyo Tower tomorrow morning... huh?"
Araki Jiro looked at the elevator door and frowned fiercely.
"Hello." Fujiwara Izaya greeted with a smile.
Although I didn't know this man, his eyes looked very hurt, which made me feel deeply sympathetic.
"Fujiwara," Kawashima Miki covered her face and begged softly: "Kill me..."
A familiar voice came, and Jiro Araki rubbed his eyes.
This man looks familiar, he must be Fujiwara Izaya.
The woman he is holding looks familiar, she must be his sister-in-law.
The two of them...
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"No," Jiro Araki shook his head and said with a smile: "It's a hallucination. If it doesn't scare me, it must be a hallucination."
The bald men in the elevator slowly walked out of the elevator, and the one at the end gently patted Jiro Araki on the shoulder and comforted him: "Jiro, be strong!"
The elevator door slowly closed and ascended to the ninth floor.
Araki Jiro was stunned on the spot for a long time.
At this moment, he felt like a dog on the roadside, which was suddenly kicked by a stranger while walking.
Ninth floor.
As soon as the elevator door opens, there is a thick anti-theft iron door.
Kawashima Miki raised her head from Fujiwara Izaya's arms and pointed her eyes at the camera on the door lock.
"Stuck~"
The mechanical sound of the lock cylinder turning was heard.
Opening the door, there is a very large entrance hall. The door of the shoe cabinet, which is one meter and a half high, is opened. What appears in front of Fujiwara Izaya are pairs of colorful women's shoes, various types of high heels, platform shoes, and wedges.
Sandals, snow boots, casual shoes, all year round, there are different styles and brands. A rough count, the number is close to hundreds of pairs.
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a while, wondering whether she was a shoe addict, or a rich woman with a collecting or shopping addiction.
"Hey, let it go!" Kawashima Miji shouted feebly.
She is a little exhausted now and is too lazy to think about anything. She just wants to go back to bed and sleep now. Even if the sky falls, she has to leave it until tomorrow.
"Where is your room?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kawashima Miki looked like a patient waiting to die, her eyes wandering towards the corridor on the right: "Just go straight here and enter the rest area through the third door."
"My wife's house is so big."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the corridor curiously as he walked.
Inside the first doorway is a large indoor swimming pool; inside the second doorway is an entire gym; when you walk in through the third doorway, you are greeted by an extremely luxuriously decorated suite.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
"Don't wash..."
"Then I will carry you into the room directly?"
"Okay...Hey, wait, you are not allowed to come in."
"Don't worry, I will be very honest tonight." Fujiwara Izaya put her on the bed in the room, lowered his head and smiled softly, then stretched out his five fingers to loosen the bun on her head, and slightly rubbed her hair into a bun.
Messy look.
"Good night," he said.
Miki Kawashima felt as if she was dead. She fell heavily into the bed and lost the strength to even raise her head to look at him.
After he walked out of the room and closed the door gently, she turned over and buried her face in the pillow. Tears dripped down, and even her cheeks felt cold, so she had to turn the pillow over.
But soon, this side also got wet.
Bastard, bastard... Kawashima Miji felt extremely wronged, her mind was empty, and she couldn't think of anything.
Leaving the room, Fujiwara Izaya looked at his watch. It was almost midnight.
Not yet sleepy, he wandered around the spacious mansion. In the cloakroom, he discovered a mountain of fashionable clothes from Kawashima Meiji. Next door, there was a compartment specially used to store bags, with various luxury brands.
All babies can find more than ten different models here, which is comparable to a specialty store.
The cosmetics and skin care products in the dressing room were also piled in a dazzling array. Fujiwara Izam didn't understand this, so he took one look and left. He went to the study room, took out a copy of "Utopia", got into the kitchen refrigerator, and took a can of cold beer to the balcony.
Drink and watch.
The large balcony has a large area set aside to grow succulents and several pots of small tomatoes. Both succulents and tomatoes are well taken care of.
Fujiwara Izaya drank beer and stared at the meat for a long time.
Suddenly, I seemed to see the scene of Kawashima Miji squatting here, carefully pruning with scissors.
Is she a woman who loves life very much?
Fujiwara Izaya was amused by this idea, drinking beer and reading a book.
Directly in front of the balcony, the majestic tower of the Sky Tree emits colorful lights in the dark night. To the left is the bright Taito District, and to the left is the much more remote Arakawa District. A brilliant river of light forms in front of the car lights.
Moving between blocks. When long-distance trucks rumble by, the loud noise shakes the air.
At three o'clock in the morning, Fujiwara Izaya fell asleep on the sofa.
After waking up, it was already slightly bright outside the window. uu Reading www.uukanshu.com He walked into the kitchen and rinsed his mouth with water, then boiled water and made a cup of instant coffee. While drinking, he looked for a ballpoint pen and sticky notes in the room.
, write on it [Thank you, madam, for the hospitality, see you next time.].
After writing it, Fujiwara Izaya took the note and got into Kawashima Miki's room.
She was sleeping with her back to the door, breathing very lightly, and her black hair spread out on the white pillow like ink. If you looked closer, you could even see the tears in the corners of her eyes that had not completely dried up.
Traces, a few eyelashes stuck together.
Fujiwara Izaya put the note on her face and turned around to go out.
After a few seconds, he got into the door again, posted an extra note "The sleeping wife is so cute", took out his mobile phone, pointed it at her face with the two notes posted, Katcha took a picture,
Only then did he leave with satisfaction.
At six o'clock in the morning, there was no one on the street, except for the early crows squatting around the roof as usual.
Fujiwara Izaya calculated the distance and decided to start from Yoshiwara and run all the way back to Asakusa.
At 6:20, I passed by the [lemon] bakery that was open for business. Yukino Riho was sitting at the counter reading a book. When she saw him running over, she raised her hand and said hello: "Good morning."
"Good morning."
Fujiwara Izaya replied and continued running forward.
At 6:25, after passing through the torii, ruins came into view.
There was no longer a complete building in the entire shrine, not even a standing wall or pillar. Fujiwara Izaya was not surprised at all. He even leisurely took out his mobile phone to take pictures and gave them to Kawashima.
Meiji sent it.
【Madam, my home is gone, you have to compensate me!】
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