Sakaki Makoto slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man holding a folding fan in front of him, frowning slightly:
"Is it you?"
"Do you know me?"
The man was a little surprised, then smiled and said:
"It's an honor, Mr. Sakaki."
Sakaki looked behind him, and when he saw no one else, he asked:
"Why are you here?"
"Well...."
Folding Fan scratched his head and the man said in embarrassment:
"I'm a tenant here. Is it weird to be here?"
“Why don’t you take the elevator?”
"Exercise!"
The man bends his arms to show his strength and power:
"Sitting in front of a chessboard all day will make your body weak. Climbing stairs is a good exercise, isn't it?"
Even though this was the most obvious excuse, Sakaki Makoto did not expose it. He knew it was meaningless. As long as the man wanted, he had ten thousand ways of saying it to deal with his question.
“You’re supposed to be doing interviews.”
"It's just a recording. Everything was rehearsed in advance. We can't make a fool of ourselves in the National Shogi Tournament..."
The man rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"If Mr. Sakaki Makoto has nothing else to do, I will leave first."
After saying that, the man passed by Sakaki Makoto, humming a little tune from time to time, and was not afraid of the MK23 in Sakaki Makoto's hand.
After hesitating for a long time, Makoto Sakaki turned on the safety again and put away the gun.
"Oh, that's right..."
The man who had already reached the stairs to the next floor suddenly poked his head out and pointed at the sign on the wall with his folding fan:
"Smoking is prohibited here. If you are caught, you will be fined... But I won't tell anyone. This is a secret between us, right?"
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