Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Bad T-shirt
At this moment, Fūya Ling's mind was on high alert. He walked into the house with the wooden basket in both hands, and every step made almost no sound.
In darkness, vision was obstructed, and descents were inevitable. Therefore, he had no choice but to mobilize his other senses and carefully explore the room.
He didn't turn on the light. That would alert the enemy. His target was the bedroom, and from the gap between the floor and the door, he could clearly see that the light was on.
At that moment, his hearing, already strained to the limit, picked up a short "click" in the still night. Fūya Rei naturally knew what it was—the sound of a wooden magazine safety being pulled.
He was about to turn and point the hatch at the source of the sound, but the unknown intruder pressed the hatch against the back of his head. So, Furuya Rei slowly raised his hands.
The man said nothing and made no further movement.
Judging from the angle of the wooden support against his head, the unknown intruder was approximately 170cm tall. And—
My originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed, for no apparent reason.
A faint scent of cherry blossoms wafted faintly to Rei Furuya's nose. This fragrance came from a certain brand of body lotion. If you use it regularly, even your clothes will pick up the scent.
He sighed and raised the corners of his lips helplessly: "Stop it, Olya."
A deep male voice came from behind: "Oh? Olya, who is it?"
Olga regretted it immediately. Perhaps it was a habit, or perhaps she had let her guard down too much in front of Rei Furuya, so she subconsciously used the voice of champagne!
But it didn't matter, Olga consoled herself. Champagne had never called Bourbon, and even emails were rare. And it was just such a short sentence. For someone unfamiliar with voice modification, there was no chance of spotting the anomaly...
Olga seemed to be startled for a moment at the sight of Rei Furuya's back. It was only a fleeting moment, so fleeting that she had to wonder if it was just an illusion.
The next second, just as Olga came to her senses, the situation had reversed.
Her wrists were easily restrained, the wooden handle in her hand already having changed hands. The scene inside the house flashed across her retina, and then her hands were restrained behind her back, her entire body pressed against the wall, her cheek pressed against the slightly cold surface.
She could almost feel Rei Furuya's breath beside her ear and the warmth from his body on her back.
He was so strong that he pinned Olga against the wall, leaving her with no way to resist.
Did he really want to kill me? Olga thought so for a moment.
The room was still pitch black. Olga's voice became even slower and slower.
"Ah, are you arresting me, officer?"
Olga said this in her natural voice.
She heard Furuya Rei sigh, and then the force that was suppressing her disappeared in an instant, and the intentional or unintentional feeling of oppression also faded away.
Fūya Rei took a step back and raised his hand to turn on the light in the living room.
With a "click", the dazzling light of the incandescent lamp shone down, causing Olga to squint uncomfortably.
She rubbed her red wrist and complained, "You're really ruthless, Lingling."
Olga saw Rei Furuya purse his lips. Something seemed to flash across his eyes, but she didn't catch it in time.
The next second, the Furuya Rei in front of her turned into the familiar Rei, with a helpless yet gentle expression on his face: "Why are you in Japan?"
"Because I missed you!" Olga raised her eyebrows, acting as if it was a matter of course. "Zero Zero, you didn't even come to America to play with me. I've been chasing that guy Akai Shuichi for a whole year. I'm almost bored to death!"
"You..." Furiya Rei ruffled Olga's hair until it was completely messed up before stopping.
Despite being bluntly criticized by Olga for so many years, Rei Furuya is still helpless against the outspoken way Americans express themselves.
No, maybe it's just because Olga was the one who played the straight ball...
*
Olga resolutely stayed at Rei Furuya's residence and refused to leave.
"It's already early morning. Are you so cruel as to kick me out, Lingling?" Olga's face looked innocent and aggrieved at this moment.
Furuya Rei continued to sigh, and finally raised his hands: "Alright, alright, I lose to you."
There is a hotel nearby.
The aggrieved expression on Olga's face disappeared in an instant. It was as if she had mastered the skill of changing her face to perfection.
"yeah!"
Olga jumped onto the bed, rolled over like a seal, and then showed a triumphant expression.
"Don't go to bed with shoes on..." Furuya Rei covered his forehead with his hands.
Olga knew she was wrong but refused to change her ways: "I didn't step on the bed!"
Jianggu Ling: "..."
never mind.
*
Since Olga didn't bring any luggage, Furuya Ling picked and chose in the closet before finding a large T-shirt for her to use as pajamas, and then threw all the clothes she was wearing into the washing machine.
Olga went to take a bath leisurely wearing this T-shirt.
Watching the bathroom door close, Fūya Rei sat on the floor with his back against the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed silently.
After a while, with his fatigue eased a little, he smoothed his hair, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the wardrobe.
He opened the door of the wardrobe and pulled apart a row of neatly hung clothes. Then, as expected, he saw the police uniform that should have been hanging on the wall in the corner of the wardrobe.
Rei Furuya found that he sighed too many times today.
After staring at the police uniform for a while, Ling Fūya took it out of the cabinet, put it in a black plastic bag and threw it in an inconspicuous corner of the room.
Olga just put the police uniform in the corner of the cabinet, but did not mention it in front of him... Of course, Furuya Rei understood that this was like a silent warning.
That's right. Just like the fact that Olga was a member of the organization couldn't be changed in any way. And he was an undercover agent, so he shouldn't even be so brazen in front of Olga. As for the police uniform, it shouldn't even be there.
Tomorrow... destroy it.
It's just a thought that is useless to the mission.
*
After a while, Olga opened the bathroom door while humming a song while drying her hair.
A slight mist still rose from her body, even her emerald eyes were covered with a layer of mist. Her fair skin was a faint pink, and water droplets flowed from her crimson hair, flowing down her slender neck and into her collar.
Fūya Rei, who was still preparing midnight snack, was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and raised one hand to cover his face with a feeling of tiredness.
Mistake…this dress.
Olga was wearing the pure white short-sleeved T-shirt that Rei Furuya gave her... yes, she was only wearing this T-shirt.
Fortunately, this T-shirt is a bit big, so it can barely be worn as a dress... What the hell!
Furiya Rei suspected he had lost his mind when he gave this dress to Olga - this dress was just a miniskirt at best! It barely covered the areas that needed to be covered...
As a result, the two slender and well-proportioned legs are almost visible.
In addition, the round collar of the dress was a bit too big, so Olga's collarbone was exposed. And the collar was also a bit crooked because she tilted her head.
The consequence of the crookedness is——
Furukaya Rei walked forward silently, carefully pinched the collar on the other side and pulled it towards Olga's neck so that her shoulders were not completely exposed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Olia, I will help you book a hotel tomorrow." Furuya Rei said solemnly.
Olga stopped drying her hair and asked, "Huh?"
"And buying clothes." This matter also needs to be put on the agenda.
Furiya Ling lowered his head, took out his phone, and wrote down all these things on the memo. At the same time, he reminded Olga with a headache: "How many times have I told you that you must bring some luggage when you go out, even if it's just a small bag?..."
Olga threw the towel she used to dry her hair at Rei Furuya and covered her ears with her hands.
It's started again! Ling Ling's nagging like an old father!
devil.
*
To counter magic with magic, Olga decisively stepped forward and covered Furuya Rei's mouth with her hand. Then, when he looked at her in surprise, she feigned a sleepy expression and said coquettishly, "Rei, help me blow dry my hair!"
The result was obvious. It was always difficult for Rei Furuya to refuse Olga.
Olga sat on a chair while Rei Furuya stood beside her, turning on the hair dryer and testing the temperature on her wrist.
The warm air from the hair dryer blew through her hair, and Olga felt Rei Furuya's five fingers inserted into her hair, gently massaging her scalp with his fingertips, and then straightening her hair.
Gradually, perhaps because the warm breeze was too gentle, Olga began to feel sleepy. She squinted her eyes comfortably, and her head began to nod.
Olga felt languid and her mind was foggy. So she simply tilted her head and leaned directly against Rei Furuya's abdomen.
Hmm. Ling Ling's abdominal muscles are soft and elastic when relaxed, and they feel very comfortable as a pillow. Olga thought vaguely. Except for the first couple of seconds when she leaned against him.
Then, Olga's brain, which was about to go on strike, thought of an inappropriate word - warm, fragrant and soft jade.
*
Olga fell asleep quickly and woke up quickly.
When she finally woke up, the first thing she saw was the snow-white ceiling. She was lying on the bed, covered with a blanket.
Olga rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, so the quilt slid down from her upper body and piled up under her waist.
Rei Furuya was not in the bedroom.
Oh! Of course he's not in the bedroom.
Olga checked her phone and saw the time—four-thirty. It looked like she hadn't slept very long.
Gently opening the bedroom door a crack and peeking out, Olga saw Furiya Rei sitting in front of the coffee table, quietly and attentively wiping a wooden handle.
It was the one she found in the drawer today.
Why wipe it?
Is it because she held it?
Hmm—the criminal was holding the police's rifle. That's not too bad, really.
Olga's expression changed several times, and finally she opened the door with a smile, threw herself on Fūrya Rei's back, and put her arms around his neck.
"Zero Zero!"
Furiya Rei didn't seem frightened at all. He placed the parts of the handgun on the coffee table, then held Olga's arm and tried to pull her to sit on the sofa. "What's wrong?"
Perhaps it was an illusion caused by the night atmosphere, but Olga only felt that his tone was extremely gentle.
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