Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"You should go to rest for a while in such a state, don't try to be brave."

"No! No need." Shimizu Sakiren refused.

Shimizu Saki Koi has always had such a character.

If you don't know how to drink, you have to say you can drink. You are afraid of the dark and you have to play in the secret room all the time.

Aoi Ayase could even guess how her blue eyes stubbornly released a clear light in the darkness.

Suddenly, a soft and gentle hand covered her waist. Aoi Ayase had low visibility and was not used to contacting others.

She still groaned unavoidably because of the physical contact.

"sorry."

The perpetrator apologized in a low voice but sincerely, and then used his index finger and thumb to pinch a small corner of the school uniform shirt, "Can I grab the corner of your shirt? Hmm... I'll be much better if I do this."

The voice that was pretending to be calm sounds pitiful, and it is easy to think of those stray puppies walking on the side of the road unconsciously rubbing over and barking.

Aoi Ayase stood in the thick darkness, not knowing how to answer Shimizu Sakiren.

She once fell into the fear of trembling and muscle weakness. Those ruthless fears strangled her throat without any spare power, and took every inch of her breath away, until her soul became an empty shell, an empty space without emotional fluctuations. shell.

But the current state of Shimizu Sakikoi...

"No..." Aoi Ayase gritted her teeth and refused.

The hand on the clothes slowly fell, and Shimizu Sakiren comforted herself, but the feelings of loss and self-blame were easily read from the words, "It's okay, since Xiaokui doesn't want to..."

Ah, it's annoying, forget it.

Aoi Ayase clicked her tongue irritably, and interrupted Shimizu Sakiren's words with a sudden action.

The girl's slender fingers grabbed her wrist.

The cold wind from the central air conditioner blew Aoi Aoi's indifferent voice: "It's too troublesome to grab clothes."

"Xiao Kui..."

Shimizu Sakiren's voice wanted to say something but hesitated, and Aoi Ayase didn't bother to guess what she was thinking. Now she just wanted to clear the level quickly.

Fortunately, the emotion of fear, like joy, is inherently shareable with others.

After firmly holding Shimizu Sakiren's wrist, Aoi Ayase could clearly feel that her condition had improved a lot.

At least he has been able to slowly follow his own footsteps in the dark.

The wrist joints with clear bones show the thinness of the girl's body.

Aoi Ayase is completely enlightened at this moment, no wonder... she was out of breath after climbing the fourth floor, she should eat more.

Um, and... just grabbing the wrist, not a couple holding hands, it doesn't count at all.

Walking alone is much easier than two people, but Aoi Ayase has chosen to hold Shimizu Sakiren's wrist, and she has to bear the responsibility of guiding.

"Follow me, tell me if you can't walk anymore." Aoi Ayase ordered in a low voice.

The voice is delicate but contains a sense of peace of mind that you can hand over your back completely. At this moment, the responsibility of the underworld lady is vividly displayed, and her personality is full of charm.

"Xiao Kui is fine, I'm already much better, if the npc comes, you can go to the opposite place to get the key, I guess I can't run away from him..."

"Enough." Aoi Ayase interrupted her, stamping the heel of her right shoe on the ground in displeasure, "Just follow me, I will win."

Shimizu Sakiren also understood Aoi Aoi's desire to win like a child, nodded and said obediently: "Well, it's all up to Aoi."

Unable to live up to someone's expectations, Aoi Ayase began to devote herself to listening to the footsteps of the murderer npc.

The secret room extends in all directions and is pitch black. It stands to reason that people with a gifted sense of direction can wander in it for a long time before they can find the room where the key is.

But Aoi Ayase can completely memorize the structure of the secret room as long as she goes through it just like opening a map in an rpg game.

The killer npc with scary footsteps was also played around by her, and the key was easily obtained.

It's like opening a strong luck plug-in, everything goes so smoothly that it's unimaginable.

Aoi Ayase picked up the rusty prop key from the quaint red-glowing box, and then asked in disbelief, "Ha...is it that simple?"

The difficulty of the game is beyond imagination, except that the atmosphere is barely worth the price of [-] yen... There are no other advantages to speak of.

It's better to give a little more reward to the old man who plays the cello.

Shimizu Misaki Koi who was on the side was a little strange, her slender eyebrows were wrinkled crookedly, and she asked uncertainly:

"Xiao Kui, do you feel that there are two people in the murderer npc... I clearly heard the footsteps of two people."

"Have it?"

Seems to be thinking too much, Shimizu Sakiren also vetoed because of his own worries, "Maybe I got it wrong."

The process of opening the door is more exciting than the process of searching for the key, and I was almost caught by the murderer halfway.

Aoi Ayase was in a hurry and didn't know when she had already held Shimizu Sakiren's hand.

The soft feeling of the palm conveyed warm strength, she wanted to let go of Shimizu Sakiren's hand, but in the end it turned into a more powerful grip.

This is just to get the job done...

The sound of mechanical prosthetics and crutches stopped unwillingly, followed by the elegant and regretful voice of the murderer NPC, "Perfect works also need to wait."

Aoi Ayase held Shimizu Sakiren's hand in the carefree escape, and the path that was finally exited was carried by a gentle breeze, which made people feel a little more comfortable.

At this moment, Aoi Ayase suddenly realized that all the sadness brought about by the story of the signal messenger and the old man was resolved in the moving running.

It's also quite interesting.

Aoi Ayase sighed, then turned her head away, Shimizu Sakiren reluctantly moved her calf and ran with her own beat, her face was flushed and she was out of breath.

And this guy in the back... unexpectedly didn't hold him back, and he was quite clever in the process.

"Saki Koi." For some reason, she called out her name so familiarly, Aoi Ayase stopped at the gate in front of the exit of the Murderer Theater, and let go of her hand.

"Hmm...ha..., what's the matter?" Shimizu Sakiren finally recovered from the strenuous exercise, half-supporting the wall to let the air flow, and the softness on her chest shook slightly.

A few strands of golden hair stuck to the forehead, and the blood-colored pale lips were slightly parted, with an inexplicable astringency.

Aoi Ayase wanted to say a lot, such as "You see, I can bring you out", "You see, I am very good", and so on, all of which were suppressed by her, and her arrogance did not allow her to say such kind of praise-seeking words.

"Nothing, just open the door."

Shimizu Sakiren seemed to have seen through Aoi Aoi's mind, raised her hand and patted her head, and praised: "Aoi today is very handsome, it is me today... I have done too many wrong things."

"Normal level."

Although Aoi Ayase, who was praised, had no ups and downs on the plane, Shimizu Sakiko had already seen her dog's tail happily raised after being praised.

The imperceptible upward lip angle is the best proof.

Aoi Ayase touched the gold-plated decoration on the theater gate, and the rough plastic felt felt in the palm of her hand. Sure enough, the workmanship outside the secret room was not very good.

"Next, you should be able to escape from the theater by pushing the door out."

"Well, Xiaokui, try pushing the door."

"it is good."

The poor-quality door opened slightly after being pushed open, but there was still a familiar darkness inside.

Is there a second round?

Aoi Ayase was a little confused and walked in bravely. Of course, she didn't forget to hold Shimizu Sakiren's wrist.

The door behind her closed with a bang, and feeling Shimizu Sakiren's restless tension, Aoi Ayase sneaked closer to her again.

"Don't be afraid, the Chamber of Secrets is almost over."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid anymore..."

Swish, swish, colorful neon lights turn on one after another, and the alleys filled with feasting and feasting are dim with cheap texture.

The top of the alley is illuminated by neon license plates, and the mixed light falls on the floor. The dazzling light pollution hits at close range, and there is an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

It's like Kabukicho.

The loudspeaker above the head slowly narrated the plot, "You fled the theater of the murderer in a panic, but found that things were far from as simple as you imagined. The elegant Mr. murderer will not let go of any piece of art that belongs to him... "

After the words fell, the air returned to calm, only then did Aoi Ayase feel the stiffness of Sakiren Shimizu next to her, like a weathered rose.

It seemed that a slender figure in a cloak appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Shimizu Sakiren turned her head anxiously, her face was full of panic, "Run, Xiaokui."

She wanted to unscrew the handle of the plastic door behind her like crazy, but she couldn't find a way to open the door.

Losing her mind, she could only use her thin legs to kick the door without pain.

But the door was sealed tightly, how could she kick it open with that little strength.

It's not the usual anxiety, if it's an ordinary secret room, how could Shimizu Sakiren lose his composure like this?

is something happened?

Aoi Ayase was confused, she calmly grabbed Shimizu Sakiren's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

At the same time, Aoi Ayase heard some restless footsteps in the next room, and the number of people was too large to be sure.

Before Shimizu Sakiren could answer in the future, in the darkness, an elegant killer wearing a white mask and black cloak finally appeared. Wearing a lame prosthetic limb, he silently raised his pistol.

"Oh!"

The smooth bullet shot out from the pistol, and before it shot out, there was already a thin figure blocking in front of him.

This was the first time Aoi Aoi saw such a strange look in her eyes.

The blue eyes are like a deep sea vortex, which is complicated and difficult to understand. From it, Aoi Ayase reads the reluctant nostalgia, the painful self-blame, and the relief from the heavy burden.

I don't understand the deep meaning in this look...

Then something hit Shimizu Sakiren on the head, and a few drops of bright red splashed like raindrops.

Volume 118: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Tell Me Why (Revised)

The word death is not far away from me. Although it is an abstract word, it is the final destination of all people.

From the moment Aoi Ayase was born, she witnessed the first great demise of her life in the cry of blood and tears.

The mother died because of childbirth, which may vaguely represent her—Ayase Aoi is a born mourner.

There is no memory of her mother in her memory, and Aoi Ayase can only occasionally find evidence of her existence in the leftover items at home.

She won't be too sad.

Because the term mother is very strange to her, a word that she has never understood.

Without the feeling of getting along with her day and night, the impression left in my mind is nothing more than associating it with tenderness and beauty.

Who doesn't want to be loved?When she was still young, Aoi Ayase would occasionally, and only occasionally, envy others, being able to be unconditionally loved by her gentle mother.

At that time, Ryuji Ayase always had some recruits and butterflies around him. They had ulterior motives and liked to ask Aoi Ayase openly, secretly or obliquely—"Xiao Aoi, do you want to have another mother?"

Aoi Ayase has never felt the care from her mother, so how could she be moved by such a sentence or envy?

So she often just put on an expression of indifference, and said to them coldly: "I don't want to."

At this time, they will chase Aoi Aoi like ferocious beasts that are chasing after them, coaxing softly: "If there is one more mother, someone will make delicious dorayaki, buy you More fun Barbie dolls, and one more person to pet Xiaokui? Don’t you like this?”

The action to welcome them is usually pushed away by Aoi Aoi mercilessly, saying: "No need, I'm used to it." - Yes, I am used to such days.

No, no, some people just have luck.

And my father found a substitute, Sayuri Sugiyama, a beautiful and caring personal butler.

Like the gentle and great woman in her ideal, she speaks softly and properly.Although he never surpasses the status of master and servant, he can give Aoi Aoi a mother-like tolerance.

She likes to tell Aoi Ayase in a soft voice-"Missy should wear shoes in the Japanese room, otherwise she will catch a cold", she also likes to hum a lullaby at night to lull herself to sleep, and she will use dolls to accompany her for meals at noon .

All redundant behavior.But with her company, it won't be too lonely.

Aoi Ayase has been comforting herself with this thought until...the first time she witnessed how fragile human beings died.In her eyes, everything that is omnipotent dies bright red in the cold bullet.

Gangster is a term closely related to violence and death.

Although the Japanese gangsters have moved towards the rationalization of whitewashing, there are still a large number of gray industries that have not seen the light of day in the shadows.

The sex industry and the addictive drug industry are cash cows for the gangsters.