If there were no outsiders present, Miwako Sato would have pressed harder to prevent any shameless words from coming out of his mouth.
This man's face is made of cement, but she is not.
Katsuki Uehara, who was pretending to cry out in pain, gently touched the soft flesh of his waist with one hand. He noticed that his girlfriend's earlobes had become slightly rosy, and she grinned brightly with her teeth bared.
"Still laughing."
Unable to bear the sight, Sato Miwako couldn't hold it back after all. She glanced at him and changed the subject: "You have already lost, do you understand?"
"If you lose, just lose. Tell me, I will never shirk what you want me to do unconditionally."
The playful Uehara Katsumi didn't take it seriously at all. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Of course, if it is a particularly outrageous role play, I still have to think about it for safety reasons."
"..."
Miwako Sato raised her head slightly and met her boyfriend's gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly and then returned to their original appearance. Her gaze subconsciously lowered, and then she raised an eyebrow and said, "Why, can't you do it?"
"If you want to ask that, then my answer is that a man must never say he is incompetent." The old gangster Uehara could not resist such a provocation. He tilted his head and said, "What do you want me to pretend to be? I'll go right away.
Order clothes."
"It's hard to say, I haven't thought about it yet, so I owe you first."
Sato Miwako spread her hands, turned her head to avoid her boyfriend's slightly amused gaze, and pursed her lips toward the cooking table: "Now you'd better get rid of these flours first."
Katsuki Uehara's face suddenly changed, and he said: "I can't."
You've already lost, why don't you act like a hammer to find fault for yourself?
"Then where do those steamed buns and dumplings in your refrigerator come from?"
Miwako Sato leaned on the edge of the countertop, tilted her head and said strangely: "Last time you were drunk, I sent you home to make you sober soup. I saw a lot of dumplings in the refrigerator. There were no packaging bags, so I simply put them in plastic wrap.
"
"I made it to order at an aunt's house. I used to buy groceries at her house a lot. After getting to know each other over time, I just made it to order. I don't like the kind sold in supermarkets because it doesn't taste good."
"You're such a waste of money."
“Anyway, it’s money you picked up for nothing, and it’s nothing if not spent.”
"..."
Miwako, who was about to open her mouth to refute him, suddenly thought that the money in this bad man's bank card seemed to be "picked up for nothing" from the European Cup. She had to swallow her words and could only mutter "big dog".
"Comparing with you, who is the richest person? Even if I sell your house in the city center, I can't even afford it." Uehara Katsumi, who pricked up his ears, was very dissatisfied with his position.
"Think too much. You can't even buy me if you sell me."
Throwing a pair of gloves into her boyfriend's arms, Sato Miwako, who also put on the gloves herself, reached out and pulled the porcelain bowl filled with butter, poured all the flour mixed on the chopping board into it, and sighed: "
My dad inherited it from my grandpa. I miss people when I see it, so there is no way my mom would sell it."
"...I'm sorry." Katsuki Uehara, who accidentally touched his girlfriend's late father, suddenly had a serious look on his face.
"No, it's nothing. My father has passed away a long time ago, so it's nothing that cannot be mentioned."
Sato Miwako, who was kneading butter and flour, lowered her eyes and watched helplessly as a dough formed under her hands and was being kneaded continuously: "At most, she is unwilling to do so."
"Not willing?" Uehara Katsumi looked startled, and then as if he thought of something, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Well, remember what I told you when we were in the cemetery. My father passed away eighteen years ago, so I said I understood how you felt at that time."
Speaking of her father, Miwako Sato's voice subliminally deepened, and she kneaded the dough with her hands a lot harder: "In fact, my father's death was just an accident. He was crossing a crossroads to arrest a suspect who was robbing a bank.
He was hit by a truck while walking.
"It rained heavily that day, and the ambulance came very late, so my dad missed the best time for rescue."
Uehara Katsumi, who put on gloves and stepped forward to help, stopped playing tricks and just stood beside his girlfriend and listened quietly.
"It was precisely because of my father's death that the police were forced to interrupt the investigation of the bank robbery. The case became an unsolved case in the archives, codenamed Chou Si Lang, because my father died before his death.
Still repeating the name [Chou Silang] in the direction where the robber left.
"However, the police investigated all the people related to the name Chou Silang and found nothing. To this day, no one knows the identity of the real murderer, and no one knows how my father identified the real murderer back then.
"In the surveillance of the bank being robbed, the robber Chou Silang, who was wearing sunglasses, a mask, a hat, and his body tightly wrapped in a coat and a long raincoat, only appeared for more than ten seconds, because after more than ten seconds the video was recorded.
Cut off."
Speaking of this, Sato Miwako couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "For so many years, I have been thinking about restarting the investigation of this case, but I have never been able to find an entry point. So I was so desperate that I thought if anyone could help me
To solve this case and catch Chou Silang, I will do whatever you want.
"But until this case passed the retroactive period, I still found nothing."
"This case...has passed the prosecution period?" Uehara Katsumi was stunned when he heard this.
He still had some memory of the Chou Silang case, but hadn't the deadline not expired yet?
"Yes, the prosecution period has already passed for three years." After taking a deep breath, Sato Miwako calmed down and cracked two eggs with one hand and poured them into a bowl.
"As far as I know, there shouldn't be much connection between the pursuit of the truth and the prosecution period."
"?"
Sato Miwako made a movement with her hands, turned her head suddenly, and her eyes suddenly changed.
Looking directly into his girlfriend's eyes, Katsuki Uehara shrugged: "I'm not willing to let go of this opportunity to let you do anything. Take a step back and say, you are my girlfriend."
"Don't be brave, be self-restrained."
After a moment of silence, Miwako, whose eyes were dimmed after all, sighed silently and said, "Eighteen years have passed since this case, and all the clues have been exhausted."
"What if I could do it?"
"..."
Uehara Katsumi's self-confidence, which could be said to be beyond words, made Sato Miwako roll her eyes at him and said, "Then you can say whatever you want, and I will unconditionally agree to do it."
"Very good, then I will make a request first. When the case is solved, remember to fulfill your promise."
Katsuki Uehara rubbed his chin and said, "I want two boxes of five-nut cookies by then."
"Two boxes of cookies?"
Sato Miwako, who thought she would hear some unspeakable request, was stunned.
"That's right, it just has to be the kind you made yourself like today, but it has to be a big bowl, an extra big bowl. I have a good appetite."
Uehara Katsuki raised his right index finger and pointed at the porcelain bowl in the woman's hand. The sunlight filtering into the room from the window hit his shoulders, and the evil smile was imprinted on her pupils.
"..."
Sato Miwako lowered her eyes, looked at the soft dough in the bowl, and smiled silently: "This request is really beyond my expectation."
"Really?" The man tightened his gloves in disbelief.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are really good at arousing women's emotions?"
"Have it?"
"I like you."
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows: "I know."
Set up a small bowl~
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