A month passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day when Shinji Asakura held a home fan gathering.
Fujiwara Yu did not go to the Metropolitan Police Department to report as usual, but deliberately worked overtime for three days in a row to take time off. After all, he felt that the book "The Rules for Straight Men in Love" written by Shinji Asakura was not suitable for him.
The words are quite useful.
A white T-shirt is paired with a beige lapel work-style jacket and brown casual pants. The entire outfit successfully avoids the seriousness of work. When you wear it to visit other people's homes, you won't look too casual.
Red beans and rice, radish miso soup, sweet tamagoyaki and grilled beef rolls with asparagus.
After enjoying the delicious breakfast prepared by Miyano Akemi, Fujiwara Yu took the initiative to get up and help clean the bowl quickly. After making sure that his hair was not messy, he turned to his girlfriend who was sitting on the sofa reading a clothing magazine and said:
"Asami, I'll probably have dinner out today, so don't prepare my portion."
"Well, please be safe on the road, Takaji-kun."
Since Miyano Akemi left the organization, she had to have a new identity if she wanted to live a free life. Miyasaka Asami was the one who gave herself a new pseudonym. She had been thinking about this pseudonym for a long time because she didn't want to abandon her original name, so it was made by
The name is a combination of Saito Masami and Miyano Akemi, and the Roman sound at the beginning and end is the same as Miyano Akemi, which is the sound "".
In order to get used to this pseudonym during this period, Fujiwara Yu deliberately reminded himself to call himself this way at home. When he was completely accustomed to it, he would naturally call him by his original name in private. He thought that many people had no choice due to organizational reasons.
Live a good life, and the desire to destroy the organization is becoming more and more urgent. After all, because of the organization, too many people have lost the life they should have had.
After Fujiwara Yu changed into comfortable casual shoes, he went out to his car parked in the courtyard. He leaned on the door with one hand and did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he sighed twice before getting in with a gloomy expression on his face.
Wear a safety belt in the car.
Alas, I couldn’t make the request for a kiss on the cheek before leaving today.
The two people in the passionate love stage did not have too much physical contact. Instead, they gave people a sense of stability as an old couple. But Fujiwara Yu had two faces at home and outside. For example, the day after his confession, he deliberately
She asked Miyano Akemi to prepare a love bento for herself, and very deliberately carried the bento around the office several times, just to let others discover the existence of the bento.
It's a pity that everyone was immersed in work at that time, and no one noticed at all. In the end, Yin Dahang, who had already known that someone was single, came out of the station, pretended to ask who made the lunch box, and then gained the office
Congratulations to everyone.
To use Yin Dahang's words to describe it, Fujiwara Yu who just fell in love is like a peacock in full bloom, anxious to show off his majestic appearance.
Fujiwara Yu took out the police notebook from his pocket and silently wrote the word "failure" in the November 11th column.
As for your question about what was noted on the previous dates? That must be a failure.
Sitting in the car, Fujiwara Yu entered Shinji Asakura's address into the gp navigation system. He didn't expect that it would take two hours to go to Shibukawa City, Gunma Prefecture from home. He probably wouldn't have lunch when he arrived at his door.
He remembered the phone call from Shinji Asakura last week. He was very surprised when he heard that Mr. Asakura lived in Gunma County. After getting to know him better, he learned that it was Asakura who was wandering around in a supermarket in Tokyo that time.
Teacher Cang specially went to Tokyo to stay for a few days in order to collect materials.
Fujiwara Yu opened the sunroof and held the steering wheel with one hand. "Iverever." by Shota Shimizu was playing on the car stereo.
Since falling in love, even the playlist has undergone tremendous changes.
"It's so good. It's so good to be able to meet you. Even though it's bitter, you're still by my side in the lonely night -"
When singing the ** part, Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but hummed along for two paragraphs, but the effect was very poor. Fortunately, there was no one nearby, otherwise he would have thought "it would be nice if I was deaf."
The two-hour drive and the scenery along the way were quickly digested. When he arrived at Yagihara Town 2-chome No. 15, he discovered that this was not a residential area, but a 24-hour convenience store.
Does Mr. Shinji Asakura live in a convenience store?
No, this is too ridiculous.
Fujiwara Yu parked his car in a nearby parking lot, where he happened to see a convenience store. He took out his mobile phone and sent an email to Shinji Asakura, but received no response. Just when he was hesitant to call,
He raised his eyes and noticed two men and a woman walking out of the convenience store.
It wasn't the pairing of two men and one woman that caught his attention, but the books they held in their hands.
Having read the book many times, you can guess what the book is just by looking at the layout and color combination. Fujiwara Yu has determined that these three people are the three lucky readers invited by Shinji Asakura. It seems that they have already won.
Know where to go.
He quickly opened the car door, locked it, and quickly ran towards the three of them, and took the initiative to chat with them:
"Hello, are you a fan of Shinji Asakura?"
The younger-looking man with glasses nodded. He looked up and down at the handsome guy who came to chat with him. While answering, doubts arose in his heart. Does this handsome guy still need love lessons?
"Yes, we are, so are you?"
"That's right, but I'm here to provide inspiration for his new book. Let me introduce myself a little. I am Sosuke Takaji, and I am a policeman by profession."
It's actually the police.
Obviously these three people don't pay attention to the news on weekdays, and it is normal for them not to know Sosuke Takaji.
After the three introduced themselves, Tatsuaki Shibata, who had dyed brown hair, shook the mobile phone in his hand and explained aloud:
"Teacher Asakura called me just now and said that the weirdest-looking building on the north side is his house. He asked us to buy our favorite snacks at the convenience store. We have just finished shopping and are ready to go there."
"Well, let's look for it together."
I thought it would be difficult to find the house, but before I walked three hundred meters, a one-family house with an absurdly weird shape appeared within my field of vision.
The shape of the house in front of him reminds people of something that is indispensable in life. Just standing outside the door, Fujiwara Yu feels that there is a non-existent odor lingering on the tip of his nose. Well, he really doesn’t understand why.
Make the house into the shape of a toilet, or a two-story toilet.
"Teacher Asakura's taste is really special." Kiyoko Kazama, the only lucky female fan, tried her best to smile and worked very hard to find something to praise.
The corner of Fujiwara Yu's mouth twitched slightly. This was indeed special enough. It was so special that even though it was a very clean house, it still felt a little smelly.
He walked to the door and pressed the doorbell politely, but noticed that the door was not locked.
An ominous premonition came to his mind, and he even began to doubt his life. Could such a thing really happen?
After opening the door, Fujiwara Yu, who has a keen sense of smell, quickly smelled a smell that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. He turned to look at the three fans who planned to follow in, and scolded in a cold voice:
"You three can't come in without my permission and stay outside."
"Hey? Officer Takaji, what happened?" Nishimura Shigewa, who was wearing glasses, looked at Takaji Sousuke with a confused expression. After all, ordinary people's sense of smell really cannot smell strange smells.
Fujiwara Yu did not answer, but took out the gloves and shoe covers he carried with him, put them on neatly, and then followed the smell and walked inside until he found Shinji Asakura lying on his back on the floor. His white shirt had been stained red with blood.
.
The body was already in a state of rigor mortis, and he was undoubtedly dead.
He dialed the police call with a calm expression, feeling very complicated.
Shouldn't I agree?
If he doesn't agree to come here, will he die?
It was the first time that Fujiwara Yu had such a ridiculous idea.