In the height of June, the intermittent chirping of cicadas is heard everywhere.
The breeze brought by running blew across the face, covering up the shyness brought by interlocking fingers.
Fujiwara Yuu was afraid that his hands would sweat from nervousness, so he quickly let go after shaking off the two bodyguards. He moved his bangs in an unnatural way, looked at Saito Masami who was obviously lacking in athletic ability, and leaned over to ask:
"Do you need me to buy you a bottle of water?"
Miyano Akemi, who didn't want to be looked down upon, shook her head. She calmed her erratic heartbeat and smiled.
"No, but we've come so far that it seems we're a bit far from the restaurant I've chosen."
"Do we need to go back the same way?"
Miyano Akemi looked around and her attention was drawn to a nice-looking family restaurant. She pointed to the end of the street and suggested:
"Why don't we go to that store and try it?"
Fujiwara Yu followed the line of sight and found that it was a family restaurant with half of the house covered with ivy. It seemed a bit out of place in the residential area with white walls and red roofs.
"Okay, I like trying new things."
The two did not go to the Italian restaurant as originally planned, but instead came to a family restaurant called Mori no Ya.
There are many purple flowers resembling five-pointed stars placed both indoors and outdoors. The decoration style is also in line with the name of the store. A large number of wooden furniture and warm little ornaments make this family restaurant feel like home.
When I pushed the door open, I could hear the pleasant sound of the wind chimes at the door. The bearded uncle, who was dozing on the counter, yawned lazily, looked at the two people who came in, and said with a raised corner of his mouth:
"Welcome, there are empty seats in the store, please sit anywhere you want."
After Miyano Akemi chose to sit in the corner, she found that the bearded man had no intention of handing over the menu. There was no menu on the wall or anywhere else. She couldn't help but ask:
"Boss, don't you have a menu?"
"Sorry, I forgot you're not regular customers!" The boss chuckled and put on a white apron, looking a bit like a chef. He opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients inside, muttering, "We don't have set meals here. I make whatever ingredients are available, so you two should consider whether you want to dine here."
A restaurant without a menu? How capricious!
Fujiwara Yu suddenly remembered the various blind boxes that were very popular when he was a child in his previous life. The boss's approach was a bit like opening a blind box. Although he thought it was quite interesting, he also had to follow Yamei's opinion.
But he didn't expect that the other party was more curious than himself and asked first:
"What do you think, Fujiwara-kun? I think it's quite interesting."
"Yeah, me too." Fujiwara Yu nodded, but then realized he didn't like something, so he asked, "Boss, there shouldn't be any fish in your refrigerator, right?"
After hearing this, the uncle with the mustache said with a smile:
"Looks like I've found a rare like-minded partner. I really don't like eating fish either. I got a fish bone stuck in my throat when I was a kid and I've never eaten fish since. I don't even like cooking fish dishes, hahahaha!"
"Then please give me two meals."
"Great!"
The most agonizing part is the time spent waiting for the food to be served. The absence of other diners makes the restaurant very quiet, with only the faint sounds coming from the kitchen.
Miyano Akemi played with her fingers for a moment, not knowing what to say to break the silence, but thinking of the scene of running hand in hand a few minutes ago, she couldn't help but take out her mobile phone to check the text messages.
Logically, they should have sent me a text message asking where I was, so why didn't they send me anything?
However, just a few minutes ago, grassroots personnel A, who had discovered that he had lost the target of surveillance, was extremely panicked. If this matter were known by the decisive killer, he would definitely die. He looked at grassroots personnel B, who was also nervous, and whispered a suggestion:
"Hey, let's not tell the master that we lost him, shall we?"
"No, if I don't tell you, the consequences will be even worse!" Low-level employee B frowned, recalling how his former partner was tortured after being shot through the limbs by a Beretta for lying. He said with embarrassment, "That gentleman really hates deception and betrayal, so let's just report honestly."
Even if I die, at least I can die comfortably.
Grassroots employee B took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally before taking out his cell phone to dial a number that he normally wouldn't dare to make. Just by hearing the "beep" sound from the other end of the phone, he felt his heartbeat had reached a strange rate.
When the call was connected, grassroots employee B wasted no time and said bluntly:
"I'm truly sorry to bother you, sir. Due to our negligence, Miyano Akemi was taken out of surveillance by an unknown young man. Please punish me, sir!"
After saying this, the other end of the phone fell silent, and only a slight engine noise could be heard.
The two grassroots personnel were sweating profusely from running. Perhaps because they were afraid of hearing their panting caused by running, they tried their best to hold their breath to maintain this unsettling silence.
When the two were about to lose their breath, a short sneer finally came from the other end of the phone, as if the other party didn't care that Miyano Akemi escaped from the surveillance range.
"A rebellious kid will always try to make some noise to rebel against the adults, but when she calms down, she will realize that she can't escape the adults' control at all."
His long silver hair concealed his expression but couldn't hide the evil curve at the corner of his mouth. He rolled down the window, completely disregarding driving safety, reached out to flick the ash out of his cigarette, and said slowly:
"Just go back to the apartment and wait. She'll come back nicely."
"Okay sir, we'll go back now."
The polite man wearing sunglasses sitting next to him showed a hint of worry. He drove the car to the side and waited until the silver-haired man hung up the phone before asking:
"Brother, do we really not need to capture that woman Miyano Akemi? If she really escapes, it will be difficult for us to explain to the other side, right?"
"Are you questioning my decision? Vodka." The silver-haired man looked to the left, his dark green eyes filled with coldness. It was obvious that he didn't like anyone questioning his decision.
Hearing this, the man in sunglasses named Vodka quickly shook his head and denied it:
"No, brother, I just feel..."
"The person she cares about most is still in our hands. Do you think she will run away?"
Hunters always know their prey. The silver-haired man focused his eyes on the empty cigarette box, squeezing it tightly as if he were crushing an ant. He chuckled but there was no smile in his voice. He lowered his eyes and said coldly:
"Rather than the prey that would go home obediently, I would rather know who the man who took her away is."
"I'll have the intelligence team investigate. Will they just dispose of it after the results come out?"
"That's not necessary. Take advantage of this to make her behave and stop running away."
Vodka instantly understood what his elder brother meant, and his tone was filled with joy:
"Hey, big brother is really awesome, he's really thoughtful."
"Hmph, stop flattering me and drive properly. You're crossing the line."
"Yes, big brother!"
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