Tokyo: This narration is wrong!

A whiff of dust hit my nose in the apartment.

It looks like no one has lived here for a long time.

Why did you only put up the rental information recently?

Kuraki Yuko's brows slightly frowned.

Shirakawa looked at Kuraki Yuko,

"Teacher Yuko, you didn't come to see it beforehand, and you just packed your luggage and came here?"

"It was indeed a little hasty."

Kuraki Yuko swallowed her saliva.

She walked into Room 2. The tables, chairs and benches were all dusty, but they should be usable after a clean. The refrigerator was broken and needed to be replaced with a new one. The toilet was blocked and someone had to be found to unclog the toilet.

The kitchen was usable, but there were no kitchen utensils.

It seemed that my wish to treat my brother to a big meal today could not be fulfilled.

The bed in the bedroom was very old and there was a creaking sound when I sat on it.

There was a little noise when I was sleeping upstairs, and Shirakawa downstairs probably heard it very clearly.

Kuraki Yuko felt that she had underestimated the difficulty of moving.

"Kuragi-kun, can I leave my luggage at your place temporarily? I will probably have to clean here all day today."

"No problem."

Shirakawa has a good impression of this half-sister.

It's not a big deal to help her store her luggage.

So Kuraki Yuko left her luggage at Shirakawa's house, and she went upstairs to start her Sunday struggle.

If she doesn't clean up today, she might not be able to go to school on time on Monday.

Shirakawa went to the vegetable market downstairs to buy some fresh vegetables, and then stepped on slippers and knocked on the door next door.

When buying vegetables, he already felt like living together.

Chiyuki Mei opened the door and saw Shirakawa carrying an eco-friendly bag, with a hint of surprise in her eyes,

because among the vegetables, there was also a box of strawberry cake.

"Is this for me?"

"Of course, I don't like such a sweet cake."

Shirakawa smiled and handed the eco-friendly bag to Chiyuki Meiyi, "I've bought the vegetables for lunch and a grouper."

"Kuragi-kun, how much?"

Chiyuki Meiyi said and was about to take out her wallet.

"No, just consider it as a token of my appreciation for the food I eat every day."

Shirakawa said indifferently.

"That won't do. We agreed that you will protect me, I will provide food, and for dinner, you have to take me to the food stall."

Chiyuki Meiyi looked serious, and emphasized the tone of the food stall.

Obviously, the latter sentence is the key point.

She was still thinking about eating junk food.

"Well, we won't go to the food stall. We've eaten everything. Besides, your stomach is not well yet. Let's wait until you get better."

When Shirakawa said this, he saw Chiyuki Meiyi's pretty face wrinkled into a ball, with a wronged look on her face.

Obviously, after hearing this news, the strawberry cake in her hand was no longer fragrant.

"Will you go for supper?"

Baichuan asked tentatively.

Chiyuki Mei nodded immediately, and the smile on her face instantly returned, revealing two deep dimples.

Baichuan decided to take her to a late-night canteen with slightly better hygiene conditions for supper tonight, or buy some clean skewers himself.

In the afternoon, Baichuan came to the nearby park again.

Suzume Nako chatted with private detective Nimura Yumiya for a while, then got up and left.

Nimura Yumiya lit a cigarette, took a puff, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.

Looking at the size of the smoke ring, Baichuan could tell that this was an old smoker with at least 10 years of smoking experience.

In the past, he would have handed over a Hanako to get close to him.

Now it's not possible. He is allergic to nicotine, and he can't hand the other party a piece of chewing gum, "Here, your Yida."

The other party probably thinks he is crazy.

Baichuan shook off the random thoughts in his mind, picked up the phone, turned the volume to the lowest, and dialed a strange number at random.

The fish he wanted to catch was a private detective, and a private detective who was connected to Mrs. Suzume, so all the details had to be done, otherwise it would be easy for a detective with keen observation to see the flaws.

He hid in the grove behind the bench where Nimura Yumiya was. This angle was very secretive, but because of the tailwind, the sound could just reach the ears of the detective.

"Yes, yes, it's the invitation to Miss Chieko's private concert. I can give it to you tomorrow."

"To be honest, this invitation is too rare. I also spent a lot of connections to get it, but as long as I can make you happy, I am willing to do anything."

"Ah? You don't want it, don't you like Miss Chieko the most? Why not? This is a good opportunity to get close to her."

"Don't feel psychologically burdened because I sent it. I like you for me alone. You don't need to respond. I just hope you can keep me by your side to protect you."

Shirakawa's voice became smaller and smaller, almost turning into a plea, interpreting the posture of a licking dog to the fullest.

Nimura Yumiya couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.

But soon, he couldn't hear Shirakawa's voice, but it didn't affect his judgment of the matter.

It was probably a story about a love-struck boy being rejected.

Nimura Yumiya was not an enthusiastic person, but he was very interested in the tickets for Miss Chieko's concert. He slowly got up from the bench, extinguished his cigarette, and walked into the grove behind him.

Chapter 31 31·The Fish Has Been Hooked (Please Read More)

Shirakawa hung up the phone at this time, looking dejected and hopeless.

In order to attract detective Mr. Nimura Yumiya, Shirakawa has brought his lifelong acting talent to the extreme.

When Nimura Yumiya saw Shirakawa's face, his eyes paused for a moment.

Just from that moment of pause, Shirakawa roughly guessed that this detective must have investigated him.

This is not surprising, after all, he is accepting Mrs. Suzume's commission.

"I'm very sorry, when you called just now, I was sitting on the bench over there, so I heard your conversation. If you don't mind, I think I might be able to help you."

The smart detective did not mention Ms. Keiko's concert at the beginning, because this would inevitably be disgusted by the sad boy, under normal circumstances.

So he took a roundabout way.

This happened to be exactly what Shirakawa wanted.

Shirakawa stared at Nimura Yumiya blankly, with a friendly face, ready to listen.

"Ah."

Baichuan sighed, "People like me will probably never get true love."

"Young man, you are still young, how can you say such a thing? Look at me, I am in my thirties and still single, but I have not given up looking for true love."

Haha, isn't it because you have a weird personality and are not popular with the opposite sex?

Baichuan complained in his heart, but pretended to be immersed in self-melancholy on the surface.

"I probably really need a stranger to talk to, but not here, uncle, if you want to help me, go have a drink with me, but before that, I want to know your purpose. There is no help without reason. This is a truth that normal people understand."

Seeing Baichuan so frank, Nimura Yumiya relaxed his vigilance.

At first, seeing that Baichuan was his investigation target, Nimura Yumiya still had doubts in his heart.

Is there such a coincidence in the world? I was investigating him before, and he appeared in front of me now?

But the fact that I like Miss Chieko is very secret, even my family and friends don't know.

This high school boy can't read minds, right?

And he seemed to be heartbroken and needed counseling.

It seems that I thought too much.

What trap could a teenager set for me?

He seemed to be wary of me, which was a normal person's behavior.

Well, for Miss Chieko, I can only reluctantly counsel the lost boy. Anyway, the commission to investigate him has ended, and it is not a violation of professional ethics.

With this in mind, Nimura Yumiya said,

"I am actually a fan of Miss Chieko. I was thinking that if the lady you are pursuing is unwilling to agree to your request, can you give me the ticket? In return, I can not only counsel you, but also pay you a reward."

Nimura Yumiya said calmly.

Shirakawa nodded, "I see, Miss Chieko is really excellent, you have a good eye."

"It's a pity that I am not as lucky as you. I didn't get her invitation letter. Before this, I didn't even know that the ticket came in the form of an invitation letter."

Nimura Yumiya shrugged helplessly.

"Everyone has their own frustration, right?"

Shirakawa said with a mature look.

Futomura Yumiya nodded slightly, "Let's go, boy, where do you want to go for a drink?"

So, Shirakawa took Futomura Yumiya to a Chinese tavern in Ikebukuro.

Because he often took Chiyuki Meiyi to the streets in the past month, he accidentally discovered this tavern, which was the only place with authentic Erguotou.

Shirakawa's alcohol tolerance had been tested before. Although his original body was allergic to nicotine, surprisingly, his alcohol tolerance was as good as Shirakawa's previous life.

Futomura Yumiya seemed to be very confident in his alcohol tolerance.

He probably thought that the boy just wanted to drink a glass of sake and make friends.

In fact, the boy had the purpose of getting you drunk.

The two entered the tavern.

The Chinese owner spoke standard Japanese and had obviously been in the island country for some years, but Shirakawa still felt that he was very kind, like a suspect he had interrogated before.

The boss, who was tall, had a scar on his left face, tattoos on his arms, a red apron, and a white tall hat, and looked at the two with a smile on his face.

"What would the customer like to order?"

Obviously, this store was so quiet that it couldn't even afford to hire waiters, but it could barely support the Chinese boss's family of three.

When Shirakawa entered the door, he noticed that there was a lady behind the semi-open kitchen, and there was a little kid beside her.

It's not easy to follow your parents across the ocean at such a young age.

In Shirakawa's opinion, this guy either committed a crime in China or really couldn't make it.

Shirakawa has never been a person who judges people by appearance. What he cares about is whether the wine in this store is authentic.

"Two bottles of Erguotou, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cucumbers, and a fried pork liver and chicken offal."

Shirakawa said casually and found a seat by the window to sit down.

The boss was slightly stunned. If it weren't for Shirakawa's Tokyo accent, which was more authentic than his own, he would have thought he had met a fellow villager.

Even so, the boss still asked,

"Are you an adult?"

"Of course."