Chapter 275 Xiaosaki, you really can’t wait, right?
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 275: Xiaosaki, you really can’t wait, right?
Evening, 19:26.
1-32 Chishima-cho, Taisho-ku, Osaka.
Hirose Saki, who had just finished her trip to the daily TV station, returned to her house in a nanny car. She waved goodbye to her manager who repeatedly told her not to eat high-calorie foods. She took out the key and opened the iron door with a depressed look on her face, confirming
When no one was around, she pushed open the door and took off the mask that covered her face.
She didn't have the usual smile on her face. Excessive pressure made her addicted to eating sugar and oil mixtures to improve her mood. However, her weight continued to increase, so that she was always being watched by her agent during this period.
During the event, I was only allowed to eat vegetable salads without salad dressing, and even dry boiled chicken breasts.
Hirose Saki entered the password to open the door and sat on the steps of the entrance to change her slippers. The fat on her belly made her change of shoes less smooth than before. It seemed that she had to find a way to lose weight, otherwise next time
I'm afraid the stage performance will disappoint fans.
Determined to lose weight, she walked to the living room and prepared to throw away all the cheese hidden in the refrigerator. However, when she opened the door, she smelled a strange smell. The moment she turned on the light, she was frightened.
I fell straight to the ground, unable to believe the scene I saw in front of me.
A headless female body was fixed in the center of the living room. There were obvious traces of sutures on the limbs of the female body, and the suture lines were very obvious. The words "The Strongest Idol" were engraved on the pedestal underneath.
Hirose Saki couldn't believe that such a thing would appear in her home. She staggered up from the ground and heard footsteps coming from the stairs. She had always lived here alone, how could there be other people's footsteps... Could it be
Is it the murderer?!
She tried hard to control her heartbeat, walked carefully to the back of the sofa, squatted down, put her phone in silent mode, and dialed the police tremblingly. Only the police could save her at this time.
However, the alarm call was not successfully dialed, and the signal bar was completely empty and displayed "No Service", announcing that her dream was shattered.
Da da da.
The footsteps were neither urgent nor slow, as if he had already known that the police would not arrive.
Until the sound stopped behind her, Hirose Saki's body couldn't stop trembling. She wanted to cover her ears, but the more she didn't want to listen, the clearer she heard it. She heard the sound of someone kneeling on the sofa.
I also heard the other party's gentle breathing.
The murderer is behind him, looking at him.
"Xiaosaki, you really can't wait any longer, right?"
This voice is somewhat familiar.
Hirose Saki mustered up the courage to raise her head and met a pair of deep eyes. She could see the fanaticism hidden behind this depth. How could she not have noticed it before? This pet clinic doctor who treated her pet dog was
My own ardent fan.
She stood up tremblingly. Would it be better to obey the other person at this time? Would she still have a chance to live if she obeyed?
"...Mr. Shibata, why are you at my house?" Hirose Saki asked cautiously, carefully observing the other person's expression with her eyes. If there was anything wrong, she would show off the business smile she had when she was an idol. Maybe being happier would make the other person happy.
Relax your vigilance.
Kenta Shibata, who was wearing a white coat, scratched his hair in embarrassment. He stood up and picked up the things on the sofa. He didn't feel that the female body was scary at all. He stood aside and compared it with the clothes, looking forward to it.
To ask:
"I'm here to give you a gift. Look, this body doesn't even have any extra fat. Isn't it perfect?"
Hirose Saki clenched his hands tightly, forced himself to look at the body, and said something against his will:
"Well, it's perfect. I like the gift you gave me, Mr. Shibata."
"Hehe, as long as Kosaki likes it, I will give you anything." Shibata Kento smiled sheepishly, but soon a troubled expression appeared on his face. After staring at Hirose Saki for a long time, he asked
Said: "Xiaosaki, which outfit do you think is better? Is it the outfit you wore when you first debuted, or the outfit you held for your first concert?"
"I think they are all suitable. Otherwise, Mr. Shibata, how about you choose for me? I like everything you choose."
Hirose Saki tried her best to please the other party in order to delay time. She no longer stood behind the sofa, but approached the glass door leading to the backyard, which was the most likely place to escape.
Shibata Kento was very happy when he heard this. He felt that his aesthetics had been recognized by his beloved. He enthusiastically began to compare the clothes he took out from the closet one by one, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.
Sounds a little crazy.
Maybe he is really crazy, and even if he is not a madman, he would not be able to do such a thing.
"ah!"
The sudden scream made the smile on Shibata Kento's face disappear. He looked coldly at Hirose Saki, who was screaming in pain, and noticed the blood that was constantly seeping out of her hands.
The smell of blood was very familiar and could make him inexplicably excited.
The image of me using an electric craniotomy saw to dismember those women came to mind, and it was really satisfying.
Hirose Saki held her injured left hand. She never thought that the door handle was actually embedded with a blade. When she wanted to twist the handle, a large gash was cut on her palm. The pain made her let go.
No matter how hard she tried, it was useless, because when she turned to look at the door handle, she noticed... the outside of the glass door was sealed, and it was impossible to open it with her own strength.
"Xiaosaki, why are you so careless?" Shibata Kento sighed helplessly, as if he was blaming the brother who had done something wrong to his rash sister. He picked up the hand on the body and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I was there early.
I know you are frizzy, look, this is the pianist's hand I prepared for you, it doesn't have any scars, isn't it beautiful?"
There was anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Hirose Saki to praise him. He could even imagine Hirose Saki using his prepared hands... to play the most beautiful piano music in the world.
The desperate Hirose Saki no longer knew what to answer. She felt that there was no hope of escaping from the clutches of the devil.
Tears couldn't stop flowing down her face, and she began to regret becoming an idol artist. If she didn't become an idol, she wouldn't be liked by so many people, and she wouldn't be targeted by crazy people. If she didn't become an idol, she wouldn't have so much pressure.
Overeating and losing shape.
She leaned against the glass door weakly, the last light in her eyes extinguished, and she no longer wanted to say anything against her conscience.
Shibata Kento looked at Hirose Saki, whose face was full of tears, with dull eyes. His expression seemed to say: Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to see such a gift?
But he quickly made a reasonable guess, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he touched the tip of his nose shyly:
"Xiaosaki, you don't have to be too impressed. If you like it, I will prepare it for you regularly so that you will always have such a perfect figure and be the best idol."
"……don't want."
"Um?"
"I'm not moved! I don't want the gift from you, a lunatic! I don't want to be the best idol!!!"