This thing about me becoming a girl

Although they paid attention, the boy's shyness made them do nothing in the end, and they just started to communicate about another matter.

"Really, this is too powerful. I live in Japan in the 21st century. There will still be real bank vaults being robbed. The police have not yet announced the modus operandi. I don't know the process. Could it be that the vault was robbed with a bomb?" The door blew open or something."

It was said that another teenager had some black lines on his forehead.

"You thought you were watching a movie. It was just a small bank, and it was only robbed of more than 2400 million yuan. Not to mention the loud noise caused by the bomb, the cost is too high."

The two were excited and kept talking in low voices. They didn't talk about the substantive consequences of this incident. It was more like talking about the exciting plot after watching a police movie.

This scene is very common in Japan today.

Arriving at the station, Bei Daoya got off the bus and returned to the apartment 10 minutes later.

She opened the door with a key: "I'm back."

Because Bei Daojiu worked the night shift yesterday, he had a rest today, so he should be at home now.

Bei Dao Ya changed into his slippers and walked into the living room, and saw Bei Dao Jiu sitting on the sofa in a daze, as if thinking about something.

Bei Dao Ya said again: "I'm back, Mom."

It was only then that Bei Daojiu realized what was said, and when he turned his head to see Bei Daoya, his previously unnatural expression immediately became vigorous.

"Welcome home, Little Crow." After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Isn't it only noon now, why did you come back so early today?"

Bei Dao Ya hung the gray shoulder bag on the clothes rail and said calmly.

"Well, I'm on leave."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your body? Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Bei Daojiu's face was full of worry. After speaking, he stood up and wanted to touch the little crow's body to ask what was uncomfortable, but his calf was so soft that he immediately fell back down.

She stared blankly at her legs, as if she didn't know why it happened.

Bei Daoya looked at her and knew that she was restless. He had already seen it from the time he sent himself a text message every once in a while at school.

Although it was all trivial matters without words, it was no different from usual, and there was no need to reply after each sentence, but Bei Daoya still had no emotion exuded in the cold font of emotion.

At this time, Bei Daojiu was extremely insecure, flustered, and uneasy. She could only try to feel her company by sending text messages to her to soothe her anxious heart a little.

So Bei Dao Ya asked for leave.

Bei Daojiu came back to his senses, his face was full of worry, and he wanted to stand up, but his legs were weak.

After seeing that scene in the morning, she couldn't help shaking for some reason, and she didn't want to eat the bento she bought, and she couldn't concentrate no matter what when she returned to the company, her small body was cold from top to bottom.

She rejected people who thought she was out of shape and wanted to help her, sweating and thinking about going home.

After finally getting off work, Bei Daojiu took a taxi for the first time in these years with only himself.

As time got longer, she was out of breath and had difficulty breathing. Panic and anxiety spread uncontrollably in her heart, and she wanted to escape and return to the apartment as soon as possible.

It is extremely rare for her to express her subjective opinion and urge the driver to drive faster.

Even though she hadn't witnessed the violence directly, that attire lightly induced her phobia.

Bei Daojiu is very eager to get back to the person she wants to return to the most. As long as she feels the peace of mind when she is by her side, the fear will gradually subside.

But when she got home, she was faced with an empty apartment and sheets that had lost her body temperature.

Bei Dao Ya has already gone to school.

And Bei Daojiu has calmed down now, and it is obvious what method he used.

Bei Dao Crow looked at the open storage room door and the medicine bottle on the table.

She probably didn't expect that Bei Daoya would return to the apartment at this time, so Bei Daojiu hadn't hidden the medicine bottle in the cabinet that she thought her daughter didn't know about.

Bei Dao Crow's cold black eyes softened involuntarily, but it was a little uncomfortable.

Bei Daojiu was about to ask if she was feeling unwell and asked for leave, but when she saw Bei Daoya looking at the medicine bottle on the table, her expression froze for a moment, and then she looked like a little girl who had done something wrong. Hide it behind your back like a child.

She turned her eyes away, lowered her head and pursed her lips, her fair little face was a little timid.

"This...is a vitamin tablet."

Bei Dao Ya didn't expose the lie told by this fragile woman, but sat beside her.

Bei Daojiu lowered his head to avoid the sight of Bei Daoya, not daring to meet her eyes.

Bei Daoya looked at her timid eyes darkened, and her tired and weak face.

"Did you sleep?" she asked softly.

Bei Daojiu froze for a moment, but didn't say anything.

She did not sleep. She came back at eight o'clock in the morning and now, although she was tired, she couldn't fall asleep.

"Just woke up." Bei Daojiu said weakly.

Bei Daoya smiled, like melting snow, and then hugged her petite body tightly in her arms.

She leaned against the top of Bei Dao Jiu's head, very gentle and remorseful.

"Sorry, I'm very tired, go to sleep."

Feeling the thin body hugging him tightly, Bei Daojiu froze for a moment, and then his whole body softened.

She pursed her lips, her face began to show grievances, and she couldn't help but burrowed into her arms again.

Feeling the gentle body temperature, and the familiar and reassuring smell lingering on the tip of his nose, Bei Daojiu, who was already exhausted, fell asleep quickly.

Because of the rain in the early morning, the clear sky outside the window was particularly clear at this time.

And inside the window, there are two souls embracing each other, which is the warmest place for them to return to each other.

85. Prediction of Murder

Fukuyama sits in the living room of a sophisticated Japanese-style home in crisp, clear colours.

The living room was not turned on at night, the light was dim, and the tobacco shreds in the air were a little pungent, making the atmosphere depressing.

Fukuyama's house should have been filled with bright lights at this time in the past, football was playing on the TV, and Fukuyama sat on the spacious sofa, reading the newspaper he took out of the mailbox in the morning.

From time to time, he would look up at Keiko Komatsu's busy back in the kitchen, and then he would show a bright and gentle smile.

Then after the meal, his wife's head would rest on his shoulder, and the two of them would sit on the sofa and watch TV together, chatting about what they had seen and heard all day.

Fukuda is very humorous, and what he says is always funny and good, which makes the shy Keiko Komatsu often laugh out happily.

The atmosphere in the house is always very warm, and the two have been married for some years and have not changed.

However, during this week, the Fukuyama family was not the same as before, but a little depressed, the laughter became less and less, and Komatsu Keiko's face gradually became more haggard.

Fukuyama sat on the sofa with his head bowed and his brows furrowed tightly. The ashtray on the tea table in front of him was filled with cigarette butts, and a thick layer of ash accumulated.

He was bent over, and there seemed to be something on his shoulders.

Fukuyama does have a cigarette addiction, but he never smokes at home, because although Komatsu Keiko never said it, she subconsciously wrinkled her nose when she asked about the smell of smoke, and Fukuyama knew that she didn't like the smell.

But today he was already depressed.

Fukuyama lit another cigarette, and his wife, who stayed up all night last night, finally fell asleep in the upstairs room.

Thinking of this, Fukuyama couldn't help clenching his fists again, feeling angry that his wife was getting haggard, but he was powerless.

Since more than a week ago, the Fukuyama family has received an anonymous threatening letter every day, and the target of the intimidation is Keiko Komatsu.

Komatsu Keiko was originally a bit shy and shy, and she was a little scared when she received the threatening letter, and her name, Keiko, appeared in the letter, so she called Fukuyama immediately. The phone explained the situation.

Although Fukuyama was a little concerned, he didn't worry too much, thinking that it might be a prank by a neighbor kid.

But the next day, the threatening letter came again, and it was still in the mailbox in front of my house as before. The content of the letter was still in the font cut out from various books, spliced ​​into a line threatening my wife Character.

Fukuyama took it seriously after hearing his wife's trembling voice when she called again to explain the matter.

He called the police, but the situation could not be filed, but the police promised to investigate.

On the third day, Fukuyama did not go to the company, but stayed at home with some of his wives who were shocked. Surveillance was also installed in the mailbox, and everyone who threw something into it would be photographed.

Until the afternoon, the threatening letter did not appear in Fukuyama's house again, and the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed.

Then, because an important client of the company came, Keiko Komatsu also signaled that she was fine and let him go, so Fukuyama finally went to the company.

But Fukuyama did not expect that this time the problem appeared on himself.

After returning home at night, his wife undressed him as usual, but in the process, a postcard fell down.

Seeing the greeting card postcard lying on the ground exactly the same as the previous two times, with hearts on the surface, Komatsu Keiko was stunned on the spot, and the clothes in her hands fell to the ground.

In the following time, the daily threatening letters would arrive at Fushan’s home as scheduled, and Fushan would not go out any more, and would accompany his wife who was getting more and more frightened.

But the threatening letter will still be successfully delivered in various ways, and it will not be sent for a day.

Even after waking up one morning, it appeared in the toilet at home.

Obviously there are surveillance cameras installed at home and at the door, but Fukuyama searched through the progress bar and found nothing unusual.

Just thinking about someone entering the house at night, maybe even going to their room, standing in front of the bed and watching him and his wife sleeping soundly, Fukuyama felt shuddering.

That is, from then on, Komatsu Keiko could not sleep peacefully at night, and even if Fukuyama just turned over, she would wake up with a start.

This kind of feeling that she couldn't avoid it no matter how she tried, couldn't escape, like someone was watching her secretly all the time, made Komatsu Keiko's psychological defense break down a little bit, and she became more and more anxious.

From that day on, the threatening letter was upgraded to a "killing notice."

The spliced ​​fonts describe in detail how to torture Keiko Komatsu, and the method is changed every day.

However, because of the change in nature, it may threaten the personal safety of Fukuyama and Komatsu Keiko, and because of the national conditions, the Japanese police are very sensitive to the "killing notice", and finally intervened in the investigation and collected all the threatening letters. Get up as evidence, and the patrol car at night will also focus on this area to see if there are any suspicious people.

Although the source and causal relationship of the murder notice is still unclear, and it is impossible to know exactly how long and where it happened, but because Fukuyama is considered to be a somewhat dignified figure, considering the impact, the police still sent a police officer to the house at night. to protect them.

This still came in handy, at least the "killing notice" will not appear inside the house.

However, the "killing notice" continued to be delivered, and Keiko Komatsu's condition became more and more unstable.

No matter how she tried to avoid it, she couldn't avoid it, she couldn't escape it, as if someone had been watching her secretly, which made Komatsu Keiko's psychological defense gradually collapsed, and she became more and more anxious.

Faced with his wife's situation, Fukuyama, who is a husband but unable to share a little for her, feels that he is really...too incompetent.

He was smoking cigarettes with depression in his heart, and unconsciously looked at the bag on the coffee table.

The bag is cement-colored and not big, just like a very ordinary express packaging bag.

I found this on the lawn in the yard before. It was not there in the morning, but it was lying there quietly when it was dark.