Chapter 61 Give You a Magazine

Suzuki Sonoko felt that she had made things difficult for Rokudo Mukuro.

Without the perception of dreams, no matter how deeply she was moved by seeing Rokudo Mukuro's memories, or how much she cried uncontrollably, she would forget all about them once she woke up.

After a breath in the morning, he turns around and becomes a brave man again.

But when she came up with the idea of ​​exploring her dreams and then took control of her consciousness in her dreams, she remembered exactly what she saw in her dreams after waking up.

——Those are not human sufferings in the ordinary sense. To put it bluntly, some of the things that Rokudo Mukuro has experienced are simply throwing the bottom line of human nature to the ground and stepping on it at will.

After seeing it so much, she couldn't bear it mentally.

Miss Suzuki was so disheartened that she even considered becoming a vegetarian.

At this moment, she wanted to separate from Rokudo Mukuro even more urgently than when she was afraid of being attacked by the Shikigami at the beginning.

So she called the omnipotent intelligence boss Mei Zuo Ling.

At that time, Mei Zuoling was still picking up girls.

"Actually, I'm very relieved. After all, Suzuki-san, you've made some progress. You know to mention a specific person when asking for information."

Because he couldn't see the man's face over the phone, the drunken gangster rolled his eyes unabashedly. "But with all due respect, giving me a name from four hundred years ago might as well be throwing a history book at me."

Suzuki Sonoko thought about it and felt that Asari Ugetsu's name might not be up to the standard of being recorded in history books, and she became even more discouraged.

"I just want to know if he has any descendants. Even if he doesn't have children, an apprentice is fine..."

A sneer echoed from the other end of the line. Mei Zuoling pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth and said lightly, "If there were accurate records and family trees, that would be another matter. But if you wanted to find a person who was unknown four hundred years ago, you could at least provide a portrait, right?"

"Even if the portrait is distorted, it can at least serve as a reference. If we find someone who looks 80% like it, there might be a chance."

Yuanzi rolled onto the bed holding the phone. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but sigh: "I know someone who looks exactly like him, but——"

"It's nothing special," Mei Zuo Ling yawned lazily. "Instead of the one from four hundred years ago, why don't you give me the name of this [Ten-Third Image Guy] from four hundred years later? I can trace the origins through people with social records. It might be more reliable."

Yes.

Miss Suzuki, who had been confused by the concept of "reincarnation", suddenly had a lightbulb light up in her head: Soul Society reincarnates once every sixty years, it's impossible that every soul looks the same in their past and present lives, right?

Compared to reincarnation or something like that, when a normal person sees two people who look similar, their first reaction should obviously be [blood relationship]!

She immediately slapped her thigh, "Soul Society misled me!"

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Shaking her head and forcing herself to skip the previous topic, Sonoko became very excited and quickly gave Yamamoto Takeshi's name and address.

Although a normal person might not realize that he was being investigated by a gangster, Miss Suzuki, who felt that she had violated the privacy of others, felt guilty for a few seconds after hanging up the phone, as if she was shedding crocodile tears, and decided to go to the Yamamoto family to send some compensation.

After all, it's Suzuki, and its compensation method has always been simple and crude.

She took a checkbook and got on the car to Bingsheng.

An hour later, serve with bamboo sushi.

The day of the battle with Varian was imminent, and Yamamoto Takeshi was absorbing all the knowledge related to Shigure Sogan Ryu like a sponge, and spent most of his time at the small waterfall behind the Namimori Shrine.

Shigure Soganryu is a sword technique for killing people. Although he doesn't think being a killer is promising these days, in Yamamoto Tsuyoshi's opinion, if a boy chooses his future path with determination, it means that he has officially become an adult. So when Suzuki Sonoko came to the door, the old father was killing fish in the kitchen with a look of satisfaction on his face.

So she opened the shop door herself and shouted "Excuse me" as she walked closer as a reminder to the shop owner.

"Sorry, sir, we're not open for the evening yet..."

The word "的" was stuck in his throat, and Yamamoto paused after lifting the curtain. Before Suzuki Sonoko could react, his whole face suddenly changed color.

Suzuki Sonoko took a step back because of his look.

What's wrong with this person?

Yamamoto’s father: Ah, it’s the high school girl who flirted with Takeru a few days ago!

——Starting a family and building a career are parallel. Now that you have chosen your future path, it is time to put choosing a partner on the agenda!

"Well..."

Seeing that the pursuer came to further flirt with him, and their silly son was now chopping the waterfall in the back mountain, the uncle rubbed his hands with some regret: "Little girl, you came at an unfortunate time, Awu is not at home."

Miss Suzuki had something to hide (invading someone else's privacy), and when she heard these words that seemed to speak of the future, she touched her chest in even greater confusion.

"I didn't say I was looking for him..."

So Yamamoto's father naturally responded, "So, are you here to eat?"

Sonoko touched the checkbook in her arms, unable to move forward or backward under the mysterious gaze of Yamamoto's father, and finally nodded with a false meaning.

"Um!"

Three minutes later, Sonoko was sitting on a single seat in front of the counter waiting for her food to be served, while Yamamoto Dad was standing behind the counter making sushi.

The chef slashed the meat. Observing his knife skills, Sonoko felt that this restaurant was worthy of being recommended by Totsuki I. A lot of thoughts ran through her mind, and she tentatively asked, "Master chef, are you... good at cooking?"

Yamamoto just took the time to look up at her and immediately noticed a subtle, conversational aura. He happily waited for the girl to start asking questions. Since she was quite polite, he didn't mind revealing some news about his son.

The little girl was silent for a minute, then asked, "Is there anything in particular that your son wants?"

"ha?"

"Actually, it's not just him," Miss Suzuki said generously, "If you have anything special you want, that's fine too."

Father Yamamoto was feeling jealous and thought, is he starting to inquire about my preferences now?

——Could it be that at this stage when Wu hasn't even found a girlfriend yet, he can already receive love from a girl younger than him?!

Oh my, Yamamoto just blinked his eyes, is there such a benefit in having a handsome son?

However, the girl's feelings were always poetic, and he felt that an old man should not get involved. Moreover, when children gave gifts to each other, even if it was to express their feelings, they should not spend too much.

Compared to spending money, the thought can move young men and girls more!

So the old man said considerately, "As for Wu, you can give him a hand-knitted hat or scarf."

Ms. Suzuki, who was holding the checkbook, paused and stretched out her hand to gesture slightly.

"I mean," she licked her lips, "the best money can buy."

"I see..."

Yamamoto thought the little girl might not be very good at doing things with her hands, so he said, "Then why not give her a few ordinary baseballs? Takeru has always had trouble using these."

Miss Suzuki was blocked by him again and added another condition after struggling.

"Is there anything... not so ordinary?"

"Not ordinary?"

In between bites of sushi, Yamamoto thought for a moment, "Then I'll go with Baseball Weekly. They recently released a tenth-anniversary edition, and Takeru's been talking about it for ages, but I've been so busy practicing swordsmanship lately that I don't have time to queue up."

Although it’s not expensive, you need to queue up because it’s limited in quantity - this is a great value gift that doesn’t break the bank and shows your thoughtfulness, girl!

Seeing the uncle's disappointed look, Suzuki Sonoko, who had money but couldn't spend it, calmly touched her forehead.

"I mean...is there anything more expensive?"

She followed Yamamoto's father's line of thought and expanded on it: "For example, I can use the magazine that publishes Baseball Weekly—"

Before she could finish her words, Sonoko's cell phone suddenly rang.

She was originally planning to finish what she was saying, but when she saw the name displayed, she immediately chose to answer the call first.

"Is there news so soon?"

Mei Zuoling on the other end of the phone said, almost breathlessly, "No!"

"Why are you calling without me?"

Mei Zuo Ling almost choked at her self-righteous tone - did this young lady really regard him as a source of information?

From the tone of his voice, why does it feel like he doesn't even have the right to call her when he's not checking messages?

"Mimasaka Rei?"

The young lady on the other end of the phone was still confused and asked, "Why are you silent?"

Thanks to Simon, although they had never met each other, Mei Zuo Ling knew Miss Suzuki's appearance very well.

Ximen always made phone calls, and he would often suddenly laugh while talking on the phone.

When Daoming Si was annoyed by his laughter and asked him what he was doing in disgust, he would gently cover the end of the phone and, with a smile that only they, his acquaintances, could recognize, mouth the words: "Yuanzi accidentally knocked something off the shelf and started lying on the ground in a tantrum."

Mei Zuoling thought at the time: If she lost her temper, she might have cursed out loud, and I would have been able to hear it if I put my hand close to the microphone - but how did you know that she lay on the ground before she lost her temper?

Ximen Sojiro smiled but said nothing.

Mei Zuo Ling didn't bother to ask further questions, thinking that this might be a natural skill that only fools who fell in love could learn without a teacher. Now think about it...

He looked at the monotonous mobile phone call page: Rather than saying that Ximen Sojiro had learned some love skills without any guidance, it would be better to say that Suzuki Sonoko herself has a sense of picture.

Just based on those two heartless words, he could actually recreate in his mind her image of her tilting her head as if nothing had happened, even though he had never seen this person in action (only photos).

——To be honest, just thinking about that expression makes people want to do something.

Come to think of it, she still seems to have some baby fat. Mei Zuo rubbed his fingers: What happened when I pinched her face hard?

"If you don't say anything, I'll hang up," said the clueless Miss Suzuki without any guilt, "I have something else to do."

"I'm telling you something serious," Mei Zuo Ling said with a click of her tongue, suppressing the inexplicable feeling. "The person you mentioned, Yamamoto Takeshi, can't be investigated."

"What do you mean you can't check?"

"It can't be checked, it can't be checked," he said with a bitter sigh, but he softened his tone and explained to her with more patience than he expected. "There are some underground news that can't be checked, but there's only one kind that can't be checked. This kind of news is basically semi-transparent. Even a thug who has joined the gang can get a general idea by snooping around, but no one will ever bother to check it out."

"Why?"

“Because of the deterrent effect.”

Mei Zuo Ling sighed and continued, "This kind of news usually concerns the heir to a powerful faction. The leader will release the relevant files to let everyone know that the organization has a successor and to reassure subordinates and allies. However, if you don't want to break up with the family, no one will actually look through the contents of the file."

——In fact, even if they really checked, in addition to the name announced by the other party, there might also be a bunch of false information that confuses the eyes.

However, this has been the unspoken rule in the underground world for so many years. Before Mei Zuoling officially took over the family business, she had to deliberately jump through a point in the underworld intelligence network in Europe and America.

"Yamamoto Takeshi is also on the list of the [Forbidden Reading File]. If I catch him and investigate, he might be punished by the Vongola tomorrow!"

Miss Suzuki on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time.

Given that Ximen always complained about her brain, Misaku strongly suspected that Suzuki Sonoko didn't understand what she had just said.

However, after pausing for several seconds, Sonoko suddenly asked, "Which family do you say he belongs to now?"

"ha?"

"No," Suzuki Sonoko's voice was a little hesitant: "Did you mention the word 'Vongola' in that sentence just now?"

"What else?" Mei Zuoling yawned, not knowing whether it was a veiled criticism or a simple sigh of emotion. "That's the Godfather's family. Even though they're at loggerheads with each other now, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and their intimidation remains as strong as ever."

After hearing this, Ms. Suzuki on the other end of the phone fell silent again as if she was stuck.

Mei Zuoling's daily interactions are with mature beauties who are considerate and have high emotional intelligence. When she meets a man who speaks in this tone that is worth exploring, no matter whether it is for comfort or exploration, she will always offer a ladder to keep the conversation going.

That's someone like Suzuki Sonoko!

Mei Zuo Ling narrowed her eyes, the itchy feeling in her hands had evolved into itchy teeth: Only this Miss Suzuki does whatever she wants and never thinks about other people's positions.

After itching for a long time, Mr. Meizuo didn't know what he was trying to do. He said impatiently, "If you have nothing to say, just hang up. Look at how embarrassed you are——"

Beep, beep, beep.

The person on the other end really hung up the phone.

Mei Zuo Ling stared at her phone screen in shock, which had returned to darkness. She was almost impressed by the decisive action - don't care if her last name is Suzuki or not, just give her a beating now!

If I say hang up, will you really hang up?

No wonder Simon said you are heartless!

He smashed the phone back, then looked at the wreckage with a serious frown: I've spoken to Suzuki Sonoko so many times, but now that I think about it, it seems that I've never been the one to hang up first...

The heir of the underworld boss slapped his forehead: Could it be that he was the one who cultivated this bad habit?

On this side, Suzuki Sonoko, who had hung up the phone, was also staring at the dark phone screen in a daze.

She can speak Italian because she learned it from the locals when she was very young, so she speaks it so fluently that it is almost the same as her second mother tongue. She can even recite many famous poems, so she will not make mistakes easily.

She was also very familiar with the word [Vongola].

Hundreds of years ago, she and G talked about everything from farmland to celebrities, and they argued at least thirty times just for the reason of whether to hang the "Suzuki" or "Vongola" sign on the door!

Although she finally accepted G's sugar-coated tactics and exchanged the naming rights for privileges like "immunity to housework", given that she had the most beautiful handwriting, the wooden plaque engraved with the fancy font of "Vongola" was actually written by Suzuki Sonoko herself.

At that time, Chao Li Yuyue took out a handkerchief, pointed at the emblem on it and said it was a family crest or something, and asked if he wanted to put it on as well.

——Asari Ugetsu, belongs to the family called Vongola.

"that……"

The hesitant boy sounded a little uncertain.

Suzuki Sonoko looked up and saw Yamamoto Takeshi, who was covered in dust and his clothes were wet.

Yamamoto seemed to still remember her: "My dear guest, are you still unhappy today?"

Suzuki Sonoko didn't reply, but just tilted her head expressionlessly.

——Yamamoto Takeshi, actually also belongs to the family called Vongola.

Speaking of which...

Yuanzi thought indifferently, how could the shabby armed group that G mentioned, whose ideology had gone astray and whose leader had fled to Japan, actually survived for hundreds of years without dying out?

What a strong vitality.

Yamamoto Takeshi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her. There was a moment when they first met when this girl looked at him with the same eyes.

The boy wiped the sweat from his chin, evaded the awkwardness, and asked generously, "Are you here to eat again?"

Yuanzi's mind was still unclear and he just let out an "Ah".

The conversation outside seemed to have caught Yamamoto Tsuyoshi's attention. He draped a towel over his head as he opened the shop door. Seeing his son, he laughed heartily. "Awu, are you back? This little girl is looking for you. We were just discussing giving you a gift."

"well?"

Yamamoto Takeshi opened his eyes slightly in surprise. He skipped the questions that most boys would worry about, such as "Why did this girl give me a gift?" and "Is she interested in me?"

He turned his head and said to Suzuki Sonoko with a bright smile, "You want to give me a gift? Thank you very much, but I don't know what you like, so it's not very convenient to return the gift."

At this point, he naturally became distressed: "How about this, see what you are going to give me, and I will prepare something similar and return it to you when the time comes!"

Facing the boy's cheerful smile, Suzuki Sonoko finally broke free from the inexplicable sense of time dislocation.

"What am I going to give you?"

The young boy, Yamamoto Takeshi, nodded expectantly.

Miss Suzuki Sonoko came back to her senses and thought about it, then remembered.

"I'm saying," she said plainly, meeting the boy's bright, passionate eyes, "I'm going to buy the magazine that publishes Baseball Weekly and give it to you."

The author has something to say: #Yamamoto Dad who turned around for his daughter-in-law#

#The tycoon’s unique way of apologizing#

What Mei Zuoling heard about Suzuki Sonoko from Ximenkou: a heartless and naive girl.

The Suzuki Sonoko that Mimasaka Rei knows: 200% heartless and naive, not sweet at all.

However, when the Meizu boss, who is used to salty food, finds that this guy is so sweet that he can make people sick, the emotional changes caused by the psychological gap are beckoning to you o(*￣︶￣*)o