Everyone was very lucky today. Tetsuya Aoyagi drove all the way to Saitama without encountering a traffic policeman.
"I remembered that the best hotels need to be booked in advance, especially during festivals." Takizawa Shinya suddenly said.
"Don't worry, I've contacted you in advance." Tetsuya Aoyagi also slowed down and his voice was lazy.
He is quite familiar with the work that the assistant has to do.
"Is it the best hotel?" Jiang Shouhuang asked.
"Of course it's the best hotel, the one with a private bath in every room." Tetsuya Aoyagi said well prepared.
In his own words, he would definitely choose to stay in a cheap hotel.
But with these young masters...
Of course, pick the most expensive and best one.
They must look down on cheap hotels.
"That's good, then you don't have to take a bath with others." Kikukawa Seiichiro breathed a sigh of relief.
"We're here." Tetsuya Aoyagi parked the car in a parking lot on the side.
There are green bamboos all around.
The hotel is located in a bamboo forest and has a large Japanese-style courtyard.
A hotel called Taketori Monogatari.
All the waiters inside, both men and women, wore plain black kimonos.
"Hello, we booked six rooms before." Tetsuya Aoyagi walked up to negotiate with the hotel people.
Successfully obtained six keys.
A handful was given to each of the other five primary school students.
"Now, let's go enjoy the private hot spring." Tetsuya Aoyagi said.
An ordinary elementary school student would probably have shouted "Hello" at this time and rushed to the room.
But the five people in Silver Bullet were still walking slowly, showing no signs of excitement and anticipation.
They ask to stay in the best hotels just because they stay in the best hotels every time they go out, not because they expect to stay in the best hotels.
So I won’t run around happily just because I’m staying in the best hotel.
Aoyagi Tetsuya didn't expect to see the five elementary school students looking happy. After all, this kind of hotel is probably a commonplace for these young men.
"It's almost evening after taking a bath. The festival won't start until tomorrow, but various stalls should be set up tonight. You can go and have a look then." Hideki Morohoshi walked with the others.
said.
Everyone else nodded, not having any objections to what he said.
"Then we'll see you in two hours." As soon as he finished speaking, Hideki Morohoshi opened the door of a room and walked in.
"See you then." Kikukawa Seiichiro and others also opened the door and entered the room.
Miyamoto Aito also opened the door at hand.
I don't feel much about the well-decorated room.
He also stayed in hotels when he was in the United States. After all, he often had to change addresses, so it was more convenient to stay in a hotel.
What's better than living outside is that you won't encounter robbers and thieves so often.
There is no need to change the lawn immediately after killing someone.
There is still a big difference in style between American hotels and Japanese ryokans.
Aito looked at the private bath in the room and took off his clothes.
One soak lasts for an hour.
His face is still calm, his complexion is fair, and there is no trace of the blush after bathing in the hot spring.
It was like taking a sobering cold shower.
He put on his clothes again.
It's not a yukata, because Morohoshi and the others said that the yukata can only be worn on the day of the festival, which means that it can't be worn until tomorrow.
This is probably the so-called festival rule.
I don’t know why, but since they say so, just do it.
"There's no Dafu and cookies here..." He looked around at the empty surroundings.
Even though the room was not empty, it seemed to him like there was nothing there.
"So lonely." He whispered, touching the position of his heart.
He felt that he should be alone.
Because I have been accompanied by Dafu and Cookie for a moment, I will feel even more lonely after separation.
The book says that having something gained and then losing it is the cruelest thing.
"Fortunately, it was only a short separation, not a loss..." His eyes were cold and emotionless, like a machine, but in the blink of an eye, they became warm and soft.
I really want to go back soon.
Brother Tou's contact person should come out quickly.
Kill the contact person and everyone in the agency that sent Brother Tou as an undercover agent, and then erase the identity files about Brother Tou.
Then no one will know that Brother Tou is an undercover agent.
He is a member of the organization through and through.
In this way, Brother Tou can only stay by his side forever.
The boy with white hair and blue eyes sat beside the bed, his smile becoming warmer and healing, like a statue of a god watching his believers.
It looks a bit illusory.
Until there was a knock on the door outside, he turned his head and looked at the door.
Only then did he seem real.
Aito walked forward and opened the door.
"Let's go outside and see what we can eat." Morohoshi Hideki and others stood outside the door and said.
"At the festival, there will be many stalls. Miyamoto, you must have never visited one." Jiang Shouhuan patted his belly with a smile.
He lost two pounds.
"I paid for everything you ate today, so you just ate it for me. Losing weight is really a difficult thing." Jiang Shouhuang shook his head.
But when he thought of the scene where he was caught in the door last time, he became determined to lose weight.
If you can't eat it yourself, let Miyamoto eat it for you.
"Okay." The white-haired boy nodded.
It's no problem to eat for Jiang Shou.
The book says that it is normal for friends to help each other.
"Let's go, let's go." Kikukawa Seiichiro took his hand and led him away.
The festival hasn't officially started yet, but the stalls on the street are still full.
Most of them are stalls with small pushcarts and hanging paper lanterns.
There are stalls with masks painted with various animal shapes, apple candy and marshmallows, fried tofu and tempura...
Aito had a white fox mask hanging sideways on his head. He was holding a box of octopus balls in one hand and a marshmallow in the other.
The remaining people also had food in their hands and had masks on their faces.
They are all similar fox masks.
"I really want to eat it..." Jiang Shouhuang looked at the fried tofu in his hand and swallowed.
No, I need to lose weight.
This is Miyamoto's.
"Miyamoto, hurry up, eat it." He stuffed the fried tofu to the white-haired boy without saying a word, for fear that if he continued to hold it in his hand, he would eat it.
As long as Miyamoto solves it quickly and can't see it, it will be fine.
Jiang Shouhuang closed his eyes again.
Aito swallowed the last octopus ball, handed the box to Tetsuya Aoyagi and started eating fried tofu.
He's been eating like this all his life.
All the food was bought by four other people, and even the masks were bought by four other people.
No one seems to be very interested in eating.
It is clearly stated in the book that eating is a very pleasant thing.
Tetsuya Aoyagi, a humanoid trash can, has his hands full of everyone’s leftover garbage.
He sorted the garbage conscientiously and found a trash can to throw it away.
"Playing balloons or catching goldfish, which one should you play first?" Hideki Morohoshi pointed at the two booths respectively.
He said which one to play first, not which one to choose.
It means you have to play both, just in different order.
Old Father: Kill the undercover contact.
Good Son: Kill the contact person, and the entire organization, and erase the files.
Just a little genius who can draw inferences from one thing to another.