An hour later, Shizuo Komemon came out of Yoko Okino's house feeling refreshed and refreshed.
He wouldn't be too embarrassed if he didn't leave, after all, Okino Yoko's voice was a bit hoarse.
Don't get me wrong, Shizuo Komemon just enjoyed an hour of head massage, plus the entertainment of the singer singing in his ears.
This is what Shizuo Komemon discovered. Apart from venting violence, there are few methods that can effectively relieve his emotions - ordinary methods of relieving his emotions are difficult to work on him.
It was also related to this reason. He originally planned to be a music producer, and relied on the memories of his previous two lives as a plug-in to make a name for himself.
In addition to Okino Yoko, he also enjoyed the hospitality of Kuraki Mai and others. Those days were considered the most relaxing and peaceful.
Compared to my previous life, where I would fight in the streets all day long and vent violence, this is quite a breakthrough.
But the good times didn't last long, and he was soon tricked by Yanjie. He had no choice but to agree to the old man to go to the Metropolitan Police Department, and started to sit in the office and get moldy.
The irritability of the day was washed away by the soft singing in his ears, and Shizuo Komemon felt much more at peace.
"So, this is the life I should live, damn Kensuke..."
After muttering, Gu Meimen Shizuo suddenly felt a strange feeling. He frowned slightly and turned his head to look behind him.
The streets were empty in the night breeze, and there was nothing suspicious.
Maybe there were too many things going on recently and his mind was a little confused. He shook his head and continued walking back.
As he walked, he realized something was wrong. Because he was walking so casually, he couldn't remember how to walk back to where the car parked.
In desperation, I had no choice but to climb up to the vending machine on the side of the road, stand on the top and look around.
"Ah, it turns out it's over there..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped down, ejected from the ground, and moved quickly towards the road he came from. At the second intersection, he intercepted the person who had been following him furtively.
"Who are you?" Shizuo Komemon looked at the short, fat man in front of him.
"Kill you...kill you...kill you..."
The man in front of him seemed to have lost his soul, muttering such words endlessly. His eyes were protruding and his expression was terrifying. Looking at him more than once would make people feel disgusted.
Shizuo Komemon frowned and said, "Speak humanly."
The short and fat man suddenly rushed towards him like crazy and tried to bite him with his mouth.
Shizuo Komemon took half a step back and kicked him. The opponent was like a cannonball being fired, and it slammed into the wall behind him. He struggled twice and finally fell silent.
Shizuo Komemon stepped forward, grabbed the other person's collar, took him off the wall and shook him, "Can you speak human words now? You should be glad that I am in a good mood now, otherwise..."
"Kill you!" The man became even more crazy, and his saliva almost sprayed onto Shizuo Komemon's face.
Shizuo Komemon threw the man to the ground in disgust and stepped on the back of his neck, "Why are you so crazy?"
After several attempts to figure out the situation, the other party was still unable to communicate. Shizuo Komemon gradually lost his patience and could only stomp on the back of the other party's head, knocking him unconscious.
"Inexplicable..." Shizuo Komemon shook his head and turned to leave.
There was more than one inexplicable thing today, and a lot of random things happened. It was the longest day.
…
The next day, noisy people woke up the city. Shizuo Komemon slowly opened his eyes in the car by the river, holding his hand on his forehead and feeling a little confused.
I slept a bit long this time, and when I turned on my phone, I saw that it was already past the time to go to work, and being late was already a certainty.
"Ah, by the way, the Megure Police Department is gone now. Who should I inform if I am late?" He scratched his head, "Forget it, tell Sato and let her think of a solution."
I just opened the address book and wanted to call Miwako Sato, but I got a call, and it was from an old man.
Very strange.
Komemon Shizuo frowned slightly.
"Is something wrong?"
After the call was connected, there was no greeting, not even "Moxi moxi". The conversation between the two people has always been in this very direct and simple style.
"At twelve o'clock at noon, *** coffee shop, someone will bring you something."
After saying this, the person on the other end hung up immediately.
Looking at the beeping mobile phone, Shizuo Komemon was not surprised, "Something? What thing? Could it be...that notebook?"
Thinking of this, he turned over and sat up, regaining some energy. He just mentioned the matter of being banned to Okino Yoko last night, can he get the notebook today?
Anyway, I was late today, so I might as well just skip work and sent an email to Miwako Sato, and then Shizuo Furumimon drove to the agreed place.
It was only eleven o'clock when we arrived at the coffee shop, which was still early. Shizuo Komemon calmly ordered milk, cake, and crepes, intending to fill his stomach first.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the waiter just brought the food. Before he could eat it, a young girl stood in front of the table, looked at him curiously and said:
"Excuse me...is it Gumemon-san?"
Shizuo Komemon took a sip of the warm milk and looked her up and down.
She has squinted eyes, long wavy brown hair, a high ponytail, and a dress with simple colors and patterns, but it does not look cheap. She has her hands folded on her lower abdomen, her manners are elegant, her tone is soft, and her voice is pleasant.
"Who are you……"
"This is the first time we meet. My name is Suzuki Ayako. Uncle Gu Meimen asked me to come." Suzuki Ayako bowed.
"???"
Suzuki Ayako?
I remember she was... Suzuki Sonoko's sister? What is she doing here?
Shizuo Komemon instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he politely asked the other party to sit down.
Suzuki Ayako looked at the food in front of Shizuo Furumimon a little strangely. They were all exquisite and beautiful desserts that girls like. They even drank milk instead of coffee.
These things are completely incompatible with the appearance and temperament of Shizuo Komemon.
"..." Shizuo Komemon has never cared about other people's eyes, but at this moment he was inevitably a little embarrassed, "If you don't mind, let's eat together."
"Hey, excuse me."
Suzuki Ayako agreed with a smile, then took the strawberry cake closest to her and asked the waiter to get another set of knives and forks.
"..."
You're really welcome, Shizuo Komemon said to himself, not saying anything more, let's talk after eating.
The food in this store tastes good. Shizuo Komemon ate very quickly, and then he could only watch Suzuki Ayako eat the cake bit by bit, chewing slowly.
Until Suzuki Ayako blushed and said shyly: "I'm sorry, I was a little slow and kept you waiting for a long time."
"It's okay, I have nothing to do anyway."
To be honest, Shizuo Komemon felt that the other party's eating manner was really charming, almost like an art performance. Should he be said to be from a big family?
In comparison, he is simply insulated from elegance, but Kensuke has some accomplishments in this area - if it weren't for his trademark strange smile.
