This not-so-funny joke successfully brought the atmosphere to a freezing point.
Murasame Shion, the person involved, didn't think it was a big deal. He smiled heartlessly, put his hands behind his head and glanced at the two people still standing at the door. When he saw Akihara Chisuki, his eyes lit up:
"Oh, how rude! I forgot to introduce myself to you, beautiful lady. Hello, Ms. Chitose. I'm Murasame Shion, an energetic twenty-year-old. Please be kind to me."
Being ignored, Fujiwara Yu took a step to the side to block half of Akihara Chisuke's body, and used his height advantage to look down at the slick man in front of him. He never gave such people a good look.
Now that Shigeo Yokomizo is not present, I can only act as the "flower protector" myself. Otherwise, if Kenji finds out that I failed to "protect" his sister, he will definitely find a way to play a prank on me.
"Hahahaha, Murasame, you don't think you're very charming, do you?" The woman with medium-length brown hair stood up from the sofa. She glanced at the deflated Murasame Shion with disdain and confidently ruffled her hair. "Hello, both of you. My name is Hakusu Mayumi, and I'm Sensei Yuge's chief disciple! As for the two over there, they're Kirishima Soshita and Fukuoka Ichiya."
At the end of her speech, Shirasu Mayumi deliberately lowered her collar and threw a coquettish glance, which made Fujiwara Yu silently take a step back. He was very glad that he was on an empty stomach, otherwise he was afraid that he would vomit on Sister Chisawa as soon as he turned around.
He doesn't like anyone to act coquettishly in front of him, it feels very bad.
"Ha! That's hilarious!" Murasame Shion sneered as if she had heard a funny joke.
Seeing that her actions did not attract the attention of Takagi Sosuke, Shirasu Mayumi frowned and vented her anger on Murasame, saying dissatisfiedly:
"Murasame, what do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with me? If you are a man, just say what you want to say!"
"Nothing, I just think the word 'self-proclaimed' should be added before 'chief.'" Murasame Shion was certainly not willing to be outdone. He walked forward and approached Shirasu Mayumi, narrowing his eyes and speaking in an ambiguous tone: "Besides... whether I am a man or not, didn't you already know it?"
The words were so full of information that even the slow-witted Fujiwara Yuu realized the hidden meaning after a short laugh. He closed his eyes awkwardly. This group of people really had no restraint when it came to their words.
"Okay, you two are almost there. The guests are watching."
Kirishima thought that after Shichita said this, the two guests still thought that this carefree guy was the most reliable. However, this thought was extinguished in less than two seconds.
Because Kirishima thought Shichita changed the subject, crossed his legs, and said bluntly with an unknown smile on his face:
"Most musicians are overly self-aware and like to assert themselves, but once they start playing, they work together seamlessly... Of course, that's just on the surface."
"That's very well said, Mr. Kirishima. If Mitsuru Hoshino, who committed suicide, could hear what you said, she would definitely applaud you on her way to the underworld!" Mayumi Shirasu crossed her arms over her chest and said sarcastically.
Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the person who created the coincidence would actually mention the name "Hosho Mitsuru" on his own initiative. This gave him the opportunity to observe the expressions of the other two people - as expected, Kirishima and Murasame's faces turned ugly, obviously they didn't expect Hakushu to mention this name today.
I thought the three of them would try to change the subject, but unexpectedly, Fukuoka Kazuya, who wasn't on the list of coincidence creators, took over the conversation and even threw the topic to the silent Yuge Masami:
"Hosou Mitsuru... If this rare and gifted violinist were still alive, we wouldn't be hearing such discordant sounds right now. Don't you agree, Yuge-sensei?"
Yuge Masami seemed not to have heard anything. He stood there in silence without answering.
"Mr. Fukuoka, you really care about Mitsuru Hoshino. But unfortunately, the dead cannot inherit 'testa·di·do'!" Mayumi Shirasu couldn't stand hearing words praising Mitsuru Hoshino, so she said it without mercy.
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testa·di·do? What is that?
Fujiwara Yu reached out and gently poked Akihara Chisawa's shoulder, then leaned over and asked softly:
"Officer Chisu, do you know what she's talking about?"
"The phantom violin, I heard it's even better than the famous Stradivari violin."
"Oh, I see."
Fujiwara Yuu hadn't expected a violin to have such a complicated name. Having no interest in music, he couldn't understand how a violin could attract so many coveted names. Thinking about the contents of the threatening letter, it seemed that Mitsuru Hosou's death was somehow connected to this violin.
Dong Dong Dong.
There was a knock on the door behind him. Fujiwara Yu turned around and saw a brown-haired girl in a maid outfit standing at the door. She walked over pushing a small food cart, the smile on her face as gentle as her voice:
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but dinner is still two hours away. Would you like some snacks? I've made some hot tea."
The dining car is filled with sweet butter cookies and exquisitely shaped teapots. The cookies can be seen to be handmade.
Murasame Shion picked up a piece of cookie and stuffed it into her mouth without washing her hands. While tasting it, her hands were not honest and she touched the maid's butt directly and asked in a pretentious manner:
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