34 Chapter 34

◎Shocked, my wife's family is actually...!◎

Chapter 34 [Shocked, my wife's family is actually...! ]

The "head of the family" sitting on the main seat was about fifty or sixty years old, in the prime of his life.

Agatsuma Sayuri calmly glanced at him from the corner of her eye and felt that the two of them had almost no similarities except that they both had a pair of eyes, a pair of ears, a nose and a mouth.

Not to mention people who are related by blood, even people who are not related by blood, it is rare for them to look so different.

When the head of the Agatsuma family saw Agatsuma Sayuri coming, he didn't wait for her to speak, but directly introduced her to the police officers present, and expressed his gratitude to the guests for saving the next head of the Agatsuma family.

My wife, Sayuri, was forced to accept whatever others said, as she was forced to do by the circumstances. After all, the police had truly saved her, so it was only natural for her to express her gratitude to them.

As for the subsequent, ulterior motives behind Agatsuma's family's introduction of a group of mid- and low-level police officers, Agatsuma Sayuri won't analyze them for now. Given what she wants to do, getting to know the police better won't hurt.

No matter how big my wife's house is, one room can't hold too many people. Most of the frontline police officers involved in the operation were spread out in other rooms, presumably divided by classrooms. Otherwise, even within the police force, with their respective departments, not many people would know each other.

After my wife, the head of the household, finished greeting the police officers in this room, he waved again and took my wife, Sayuri, to other rooms to express his gratitude.

The whole banquet had just begun. It seemed that for the convenience of the police officers, the whole banquet lasted for a very long time and people could eat as they pleased. It felt like a buffet.

My wife Sayuri thought to herself: [I just felt strange. Why are we having dinner at 8 o'clock?...]

And judging from the state of some police officers, it seemed that they had finished eating and were chatting. I guess they were waiting for the others in their group to finish eating and leave together.

There were those who arrived early, and naturally there were those who arrived late. If the focus was on entertaining all the police officers who had saved my wife, Sayuri, then the words of thanks would inevitably be incomplete. This kind of gratitude seemed a bit lacking in sincerity.

But if we weren't so grateful to the police, we weren't forced to host this banquet. Considering the scale of the banquet, the number of attendants, and the venue, my wife's family not only hosted a thank-you banquet, but also did it in a very grand manner.

The symptoms and the causes are so different that there must be other factors that Sayuri Agatsuma has not noticed.

After thanking the policemen in two or three rooms, the head of the family suddenly looked at Sayuri when he entered the next room.

There was almost no interaction between the two of them. Even when introducing Agatsuma Sayuri to the crowd, the head of the Agatsuma family hadn't spared a glance at the next head of the family, who hadn't appeared in the "house" for almost a year. But now, he glanced at Agatsuma Sayuri with a hint of meaning. After confirming that she had also seen the hint, he looked away.

Then, the sliding door opened. The sound of the wooden door moving on its track drew Agatsuma Sayuri's attention away from the head of the household, Agatsuma, and toward the next room.

The first person I saw was Jinpei Matsuda standing opposite the door. His curly hair was too flamboyant, just as aggressive as his face, and it was sticking up quite arrogantly.

He was sipping from a bottle of what looked like orange juice or some other citrus juice, looking quite unaccustomed to the sour taste of freshly squeezed juice. Hearing the wooden door open, although he was used to the constant flow of people in the room, he still glanced towards the door out of professional habit.

My wife, Sayuri, thought the other party would recognize her and had already mentally prepared the right words and expressions for greeting. After all, she was wearing "formal clothes" and her etiquette had to match.

But the other party just looked at my wife and her and looked away normally.

Agatsuma Sayuri swore she saw Jinpei Matsuda pouting!

How could someone completely change their attitude after just over ten hours?! They clearly still had contact information and were on the same page, but it was you, Jinpei Matsuda, who messaged first last night!

My wife Sayuri was so frightened by that emotionless gaze that she was a little slow to enter the room. Fortunately, the people in the room didn't seem to care whether her movements were synchronized with my wife's, perhaps even thinking she was deliberately slow.

At this time, it should still be the time when Matsuda Jinpei was trying to transfer classes but was unable to do so. Therefore, most of those present should be members of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team.

Agatsuma Sayuri looked around the room carefully but didn't find anyone who matched Hagiwara Kenji's appearance, nor was there anyone who seemed to be the center of attention and could chat with anyone.

Plus, Matsuda Jinpei is wearing a black suit right now...

It seems that this has indeed happened.

It couldn't be that the explosives disposal team took turns to come for dinner and ended up separating two people who were close friends?

With a heavy heart, Agatsuma Sayuri followed the usual procedure, expressed her gratitude, bowed, and left without a word.

This was repeated for about ten rooms. The next room was actually quite far from the front yard. The two walked slowly in the corridor for several minutes before arriving.

This time, the head of the Agatsuma family looked at Agatsuma Sayuri again with a strange smile on his face.

My wife Saya remained calm inside, but she was secretly exerting strength with her feet. If she saw any terrible scene when she opened the door, she could run at the speed of a 50-meter sprint in this complicated furisode.

The scene behind the door was not much different from the front room: two rows of small tables, still packed with people. However, this time, the age range of the attendees had changed from 21 to 65 to a range of single digits to an unlimited age.

A boy who looked like an elementary school student ran up to my wife Sayuri, took her hand and walked towards the main seat.

"Sister Sayuri, come quickly."

Others at the table also said, "Sayuri is back, let's eat quickly."

Some also said, "Oh, Miss Sayuri has been home for a long time this time, and she has lost weight."

There are also people who care about whether Sayuri is doing well outside, whether her work is going well, etc.

The most proactive person, besides the child holding my wife's hand, was a large boy with a trendy, medium-length haircut. He walked over to my wife, lit the flower stem, and with a dashing wave of his hand, transformed the flame into a rose.

Everyone present clapped their hands like little seals patting their bellies, and the atmosphere in the room was obviously more relaxed and cheerful than that of the police.

My wife Sayuri took the flowers in a daze and looked carefully at the boy who gave them the flowers.

She is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has purple eyes, and a very friendly smile.

"...Hagihara Kenji?"

The boy put his hands together and announced to everyone with great joy: "Sayuri recognized me~"

It was like he had won a 1 billion yen prize, rather than being recognized by someone.

The people in the audience also cheered and congratulated him, saying, "That's great!" and "Yeah!"

My wife, Sayuri, was still speechless. She pointed to the room where the *** treatment team was, then pointed at him, and asked haltingly, "But, three years ago, you, he..."

"Yes, yes, I should have been killed by a bomb three years ago. Wasn't I rescued?"

"Then shouldn't you still be..."

This time, Hagiwara Kenji didn't wait for Agatsuma Sayuri to finish and cut off the next sentence: "No. I can't be a police officer anymore."

There was a hint of regret and loss in his words. But he quickly cheered up, clenched his fist, and said, "As long as you're alive, there are many things you can do."

"Aren't you going to meet Jinpei Matsuda?"

"Hmm? There's no rush. He has to go to work soon, so I'll see him after get off work." Hagiwara Kenji was puzzled, then tapped his palm with sudden realization. "Sayuri-chan, do you mean whether Jinpei-chan knows about me? He knows, don't worry."

Even though he can no longer be a police officer, Hagiwara Kenji is still cheerful and can still mobilize everyone's emotions. He even didn't forget to wink at my wife Sayuri.

My wife Sayuri didn't dare ask Hagiwara Kenji why he didn't continue to be a police officer, for fear of hurting someone's feelings.

With Hagiwara Kenji as the first example, the child who has been holding my wife Sayuri's hand seems to be able to match.

She asked tentatively, "Sawada Hiroki?"

The boy nodded vigorously, then shook his head, "Kashimura Hiroki."

Agatsuma Sayuri suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, your name should be Kashimura Hiroki."

"Sawada" should be the surname of Hiroki's mother. After a Japanese man and woman get married, one of them will change his surname. Usually, it is women who change their surnames.

Hiroki did not have the same surname as his father when he died, apparently because he took his mother's surname after his parents divorced.

If his parents had not divorced, then he should not have changed his last name.

Although it is not known how this child survived, it is clear that his parents' relationship has not broken down, and he is still Hiroki Kashimura.

At this moment, looking at the field again, Agatsuma Sayuri felt an inexplicable strange emotion in her heart.

"Could it be that the place here..."

"That's right. They're all people who should have died but didn't." This time it was my wife who took over. "We are the 'Victims Self-Help Association.'"

"Although not all homicide cases can be saved, we try our best to save everyone we can..."

Someone in the audience continued, "Because of the special methods used, after being rescued, no one could use their original identities. Some changed their appearances and returned to society, while others stayed with my wife's family, expanding our 'family.'"

"We won't take in everyone. Some of them are criminals, but we saved them because we wanted to save the murderer who hasn't committed any crime yet. In order not to change the plot, these people will temporarily stay at my wife's house and their movements will be restricted. We will release them after the dust has settled. As for the charge of illegal imprisonment, we will bear it ourselves." Another old man who looked very serious said this.

"Thank you, Sister Sayuri. Without you, we would have died a long time ago." Hiroki Kashimura shook Sayuki's hand. There was no sadness and powerlessness in his eyes as in the original work, only gratitude to Sayuki and longing for the future.

Even Hagiwara Kenji's eyes sparkled with purple light, and he held my wife Sayuri's other hand with both of his own, expressing his gratitude with his actions.

No wonder, even though ordinary people didn't need to go to the trouble of mobilizing a large force to thank all the police officers, they still held a thank-you banquet. It turns out they weren't thanking them for saving the next head of my wife's family, but rather for saving the savior of my wife's family.