59 Chapter 59

◎Has your boyfriend been here?◎

Chapter 59 [Has your boyfriend been here? ]

The police arrived like a flood and left like the ebb tide. After one phone call, they completely withdrew, leaving nothing behind.

My wife Sayuri changed to another dessert shop with a huff, and sat in the corner to share her adventure with Hirota Masami.

Yes, she went straight to complain to Ley's girlfriend. Of course, she wasn't threatening, but simply sharing and complaining.

This is just some gossip shared among my wife's family members, but it is different from the rumors that may cause bloodshed in the organization.

On the other end of the line, Hirota Masami burst into laughter after listening to my wife Sayuri's story. Fortunately, she still remembered to explain to Hagiwara Kenji, "If the police wanted to take you away quietly, they would probably use a signal jammer. K wouldn't hang up on Sayuri on purpose; he wouldn't want to."

I don't know how close my wife Sayuri's relationship with Hagiwara Kenji really was in the past, a past she hasn't yet recalled. According to the original novel, Hagiwara Kenji is indeed a very popular and handsome man with a good temper, and he knows how to please girls.

However, because he is so popular, the original novel does not specify which woman he has special feelings for. Instead, it seems that he has no special feelings for anyone.

It's impossible that Kenji Hagiwara is interested in her, right?

Just hearing this kind of speculation sounds quite narcissistic. My wife Sayuri was so shocked by her own idea that she got goosebumps all over her body, and then she put the nonsensical idea behind her.

After all, my wife Sayuri likes Morofushi Kagemitsu so clearly that there is no way she would let other emotional entanglements interfere with this relationship.

I chatted with Hirota Masami for a while, and when I felt I had shared all the information I needed to share, I hung up the phone.

My wife Sayuri summarized what happened today and sent a very formal email to Hagiwara Kenji, asking him to share some of his experiences and insights in the email with everyone in my wife's family.

The idea that the Red Army lacked intelligence didn't exist for my wife's family. They weren't Red Army, they were just pitiful people toyed with by fate.

After losing their original identities, their lives were freed from trivial disputes, and their vision was no longer confined to their own small world.

Now, while realizing their own life values, saving other victims of fate and playing the game of cutting off the source of the world line, the lives of the members of the Agatsuma family have become more colorful.

So, it wasn't surprising to Sayuri Agatsuma when she was given a few skewers of kebabs by the owner of a street-side kebab shop right after she left the dessert shop alone. After all, the only time she attended a gathering of Agatsuma's family, she saw the owner sitting at the table.

Obviously, this person's original identity is very far away from this area, or he has changed his appearance to cover up his identity, so he dares to set up a stall on the street openly.

"Boss, how's business?"

"Hahaha, it's been quite lively lately. Dorobiga Park is having a garden party, and young couples can get the second ticket at half price. Well, I'm also taking advantage of this."

My wife Sayuri glanced in the direction the shopkeeper pointed and realized that it was not far away that Dorobiga Land was located. This snack street is located on the way between the subway station and Dorobiga Land, so tourists often stop here for a while.

This amusement park, also known as Tropical Paradise, is truly a great place for a date. Young couples can leave behind work, study, or other stressful tasks to spend a fun and exciting day with their loved ones.

Although there were many students who came together to play, my wife Sayuri's mind was already thinking of the possibility of a couple's date.

Her mind was already playing out a scene of going to an amusement park with Morobushi Kagemitsu. Playing exciting and romantic rides together, eating some ice cream or cotton candy in between, making the romantic kisses even sweeter.

Just thinking about it, my face became hot.

The girl quickly took out a small hand mirror to check herself, making sure that her foundation perfectly covered the blushing color. Only then did she feel relieved and boldly observed the people coming and going on the street.

"It's decided. If Jingguang is determined, let's set this as the place for our first date."

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This time the wait was much longer than expected.

It's been so long that Agatsuma Sayuri has finished one of her serialized works and started a new one.

It has been so long that karate training with Mao Lilan and others has started several times. Even newbies with no basic skills like Agatsuma Sayuri and Suzuki Sonoko can pretend to do a few moves.

It took a long time until my wife Sayuri found a new place to live, and she once again commissioned a moving company to help her pack up her belongings and move them to the new place.

During this period, terrorist attacks occurred in Japan. Someone shot and killed the Prime Minister, and someone set fire to the residence of a member of parliament, killing all seven members of the member's family.

During this period, countless economic cases, both large and small, occurred. For example, a high-tech company had just announced the creation of a convenient software that would help popularize electronic payments. The next day, the software's server was destroyed, and the original copy disappeared. Even if they had made a backup, the backup was only a few days old.

What is lost is the trial run data, which is actually more important than the software itself.

But the general public does not pay attention to politics. At most, they care about things like the kindergarten's domestic water and drinking water pipes being connected incorrectly, or the detection of pathogenic bacteria in a historic hot spring that exceeds the standard requirement by hundreds of times.

What ordinary people really care about are things that are closely related to themselves, such as their children being robbed by gangsters on the way home from school, their girlfriend being followed on the way home, or the pillar of the family having his wallet stolen on the road.

Even the discount on eggs at the supermarket near my home is more important than politics.

My wife Sayuri doesn't care about politics either, but she cares about how deeply Morobushi Kagemitsu is involved in these things.

No matter how busy the organization was, Morobushi Kagemitsu should have been able to find time to talk to her on the phone. On the other hand, once the Public Security Bureau got busy, there was no room for my wife, Sayuri.

The girl was immersed in the world of her own work, and occasionally went to a milk tea shop to work as a mascot, and the days passed by in a flash.

It was not until the well-behaved child knocked on the door of my wife Sayuri's house, holding a laptop that was almost half his size, that the girl suddenly realized that time was one step closer to someone's death.

"Sister Sayuri, my parents are divorced." The little boy who was still hesitating whether to change his name to Hiroki Sawada sat on a chair, swinging his short legs. Although he showed amazing talent in the computer field, he was still pure and innocent in the ways of the world.

"Didn't everyone say that they could change my future? Does this mean I failed?"

He was a little depressed, holding the milk tea made for him by my wife Sayuri, still like a puppy with his head drooping.

It was a stray puppy abandoned by its parents.

My wife Sayuri touched the child's head. His soft black hair made her think that the other person also had soft hair that looked very well-behaved.

Unfortunately, compared to the naive boy who was still asking for help from an adult, the man appeared gentle and amiable on the surface, but was actually very stubborn. He said he was thinking about a problem, and then disappeared.

Agatsuma Sayuri sorted out the mess of questions in her mind, threw them aside, and redirected her thoughts back to the question about Hiroki Kashimura.

"Hiroki's parents had their own lives and couldn't be together, so they separated. It wasn't fate that separated them."

"But they said it was because of me that mom and dad separated."

Hiroki Kashimura attends a public elementary school. In order to protect our little genius, my wife's family found a few children of similar age to attend the same elementary school with him.

Logically speaking, with so many friends protecting him, even if there is school bullying, it should not fall on Hiroki Kashimura.

It can broaden children's horizons and be so clear about students' family situations. This may have something to do with the teaching teachers.

Perhaps it was just adults chatting in the office, and an inadvertent remark made the students feel the teacher's attitude, which evolved into undisguised malice.

My wife, Sayuri, had never experienced this. She felt that she wasn't as sensitive as she was as a child, and that she was sometimes bullied without even realizing it.

Therefore, she could not fully understand Hiroki Kashimura's sadness at this time. After all, people's sadness is not the same.

But this did not stop her from comforting a sad child.

Physical contact, verbal comfort, encouragement and confidence building can all go a long way in changing his mood.

If there hadn't been a "third party" involved, my wife Sauri felt that her comfort would have taken effect soon.

“Ding Dong——”

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Agatsuma Sayuri was stunned, unable to imagine who would come to see her at this time. She stuffed the tissue into Kashimura Hiroki's hand and ran to open the door.

"Come on, come on, who is it?"

Who are you asking? My wife Sayuri has subconsciously opened the door. This is a habit she brought to Japan from her previous life.

If she knew who was standing outside the door, she might regret how she developed the habit of opening the door without checking who was at the door.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wife." The dark-skinned, blond-haired man leaned one hand on the door frame and greeted the homeowner.

He looked quite free and easy, provided you ignored his obviously unsteady steps compared to the last time we met and the dark circles under his eyes that couldn't be concealed even by his dark skin.

[This doesn't seem like your character, Mr. Furuya Rei.]

Agatsuma Sayuri blocked the doorway, preventing him from looking inside. Kashimura Hiroki hadn't reached his death point yet, but according to the timeline, it would be next year. He was born in the same year as Matsuda Jinpei and Morofushi Kagemitsu.

If such a sharp "detective" discovered that the person who appeared in her room died soon after, they might link her to the death. It would be very troublesome to regard her as a murderer or an abettor of murder.

Ordinary detectives may not be able to do anything, but this detective can really catch people.

My wife Sayuri didn't even ask how the other party knew my current address. She skipped such meaningless steps and asked directly, "What are you doing here? If Ryo has changed his mind and wants to get back together with me, then let him come by himself."

"It's meaningless to let others convey messages about feelings."

After saying that, she wanted to close the door.

The man's hand clamped down on the moving door, pushing it open a little further. Although he looked weak and in poor condition, he still possessed much more strength than an average person.

"Don't be so anxious, my wife lady."

He stood up unsteadily and said, "I just have one question. Has your boyfriend been here yet?"