42 Chapter 42
◎The thief broke into my house just to help me serialize◎
Chapter 42 [A thief broke into my house just to help me serialize]
"Please give this lady a non-alcoholic drink." Sayuri Agatsuma signaled to the blond waiter to hand the appropriate drink to the girl next to him.
Amuro Toru's smile was like a mask welded to his face, not even the curve of his lips shifting. He bowed slightly, gentlemanly, to make it easier for the woman in need of a drink to choose. Noticing she wasn't ready to make a decision immediately, he gently introduced each drink one by one.
Suzuki Sonoko was obviously attracted by the handsome waiter, and her eyes were fixed on Amuro Toru's face. I wonder if she heard what he said.
Agatsuma Sayuri didn't think she heard it because the girl's eyes didn't shift when Amuro Toru pointed at different drinks.
While the waiter was talking to Suzuki Sonoko, Agatsuma Sayuri finished her drink. She placed the empty glass on the waiter's tray and reached out to choose another drink.
Because of her position, she seemed to be in the blind spot of the blonde waiter.
The man was frightened by the unexpected hand and leaned back slightly, but quickly returned to his original position. With the attitude of a "professional waiter", he followed the direction of my wife Sayuri's hand and took the initiative to hand her the drink she wanted.
"Miss, your drink." He said this and handed the cup to the lady. After making sure that the cup was passed to her steadily, he let go of her hand.
Agatsuma Sayuri pinched the glass handle connecting the juice cup to the bottom with three fingers, and left the remaining two fingers loose, gesturing to Suzuki Sonoko who had also chosen a drink, and Mouri Ran and Kudo Shinichi who already had drinks.
"Thank you for inviting us to the banquet. In return, we must do our best to help Sonoko during our karate practice today. Let's toast!"
"Huh?!" Suzuki Sonoko was shocked. "How could you repay my wife's sister with evil for her kindness?"
However, her voice was drowned out by the cheers of "Cheers" from others in the small circle, and she had no choice but to accept the fate of being strictly disciplined.
The boys and girls were happily chatting with each other. At this time, the service staff should leave quietly so as not to disturb the young men and women.
Toru Amuro did exactly that.
After all the guests here had received their drinks, he did not hesitate, just bowed politely and withdrew from the small group of three girls and one boy.
Seeing that the people were far away, Kudo Shinichi stepped forward and asked my wife Sayuri, "My wife's sister, what did he give you?"
The boy was facing the window all the time, but he took a few steps so that the girl could cover the angle between him and the window, making it impossible for people outside the window to see his lip movements.
Agatsuma Sayuri wrapped her free hand around the hand holding the cup, then opened her palm to show the small crystal inside to the boy.
Like dragonfly wings, strands of metallic material can be seen within the transparent material, forming intricate patterns that, gathered together, resemble precisely calculated instruments, forming a specific combination of quantitative logic and a beauty distinct from biological meaning.
Agatsuma Sayuri didn't see what this thing looked like at first, but when Amuro Toru handed it to her in such a secretive way, she subconsciously thought that it was something the organization wanted but the public security didn't want to hand over, so she took it.
But upon closer thought, Toru Amuro has never revealed his identity as a public security officer, so the delivery of such items probably has nothing to do with the public security.
Maybe it's something that you simply don't want the organization to have.
Because when my wife Sayuri drinks from a drink, she holds the cup in the same position, and the process of passing and handing over is very natural. Even when she receives the cup, her pinky and ring fingers are already in a loose grip, and it is impossible to tell what else is hidden between them.
It is indeed an opportunity to pass items conveniently.
Just by looking at the people who were so close to her, only Kudo Shinichi noticed the little movements between them, while Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko didn't notice at all, it can be understood that there was actually no obvious flaw in such a handover.
Agatsuma Sayuri only showed what was in her hand for a moment, and then asked Kudo Shinichi to help her adjust the accessories on her clothes to cover up her behavior of doing irrelevant actions.
The brooch, a fluffy ribbon, is interwoven with gold and silver threads and transparent silk threads, creating a ribbon-like ornament resembling a medallion. Since it's hand-wound, Agatsuma Sayuri didn't use glue or fasteners to easily adjust the tightness and shape, simply tying it in an invisible knot.
This causes people who care about it to adjust the brooch from time to time.
Agatsuma Sayuri adjusted it several times during the time she was there, even though it didn't look much different before and after the adjustments.
She had asked Ran Mouri to adjust the brooch before. This time, Ran Mouri was talking to Suzuki Sonoko, so she had to ask Shinichi Kudo to help adjust it as a second choice. There didn't seem to be anything strange about it.
If my wife Sayuri hadn't gently stroked the brooch after adjusting it and accidentally inserted the small crystal on the back of the brooch.
It also has a slightly transparent texture and a shiny metallic texture. When inserted into the middle of the brooch, it does not appear abrupt, but instead emits the same gorgeousness of a man-made product under the light.
As a crystallization of technology, its appearance is equally beautiful.
The ribbons reduce the coldness of the high-tech products. Under the lights of the banquet, they complement each other and miraculously merge into a harmonious whole.
No matter how oblivious Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko were, they saw the series of actions. No one paid attention to the way Agatsuma Sayuri adjusted her brooch; they were more concerned with gossip.
Suzuki Sonoko asked with a hint of envy: "My wife's sister, that handsome waiter just now, could it be that he is interested in you?"
My wife Sayuri covered her lips and smiled, then tapped the tip of the little girl's nose and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? I have a boyfriend."
"Oh——" the girl left the stage with regret, and her sigh contained more regret and envy.
Mao Lilan asked curiously: "What kind of person is my wife's sister's boyfriend? Can you tell us about him?"
The topic then shifted back to daily life and gossip. No one mentioned the blonde waitress anymore, and no one cared about the chip as thin as a cicada's wing, which was now openly displayed on someone's chest.
Another three hours passed, and the boys and girls were all tired. Suzuki Sonoko finally got her parents' permission to leave. She quickly told her friends to change clothes and headed straight to the karate gym.
"Are we going right away? Don't you want to take a break?"
"If you want to rest, go to the gym. You won't be able to rest here."
Suzuki Sonoko was referring to the second half of the banquet. It seemed that the group of second-generations were tired of playing in their own small circle, and they intentionally or unintentionally moved towards Suzuki Sonoko, which annoyed the girl very much.
Many young people who fell in love at such banquets have become familiar with each other, added each other's contact information, and become friends.
Only Suzuki Sonoko felt that the world was too noisy and she wanted to leave quickly.
Regardless of how the four of them sweated profusely in the karate gym afterwards, the chip and the clothes were hidden in my wife Sayuri's suitcase and were never taken out until they returned home.
Back home, the house that my wife Sayuri "rented" was silent. The young woman opened the door and turned on the light.
There was no one in the living room, so my wife Sayuri changed her shoes, cleaned the wheels of the suitcase, and then dragged it into the house.
When she was about to take out the dress, clean it and hang it up for storage, her wife Sayuri noticed out of the corner of her eye that there was a faint glow in other places in the house besides the living room.
She felt goose bumps all over her body in an instant, and the chill ran through her limbs and bones.
Self-defense weapon, does she have such a thing?
There are many handicraft tools at home. If they are not used for their original purpose and only used for attacking, they do have destructive power that ordinary tools do not have.
For example, when using a screwdriver to make leather products, it is impossible to directly pierce the tanned leather by human power. A hole needs to be made before the needle can be threaded.
Another example is the extra-long steel ruler. This is not the thin 20cm steel ruler used in school days, but a 5mm thick and 60cm long steel ruler. It has the functions of flattening the fabric and drawing positioning lines on the fabric.
She also has an old-fashioned steam iron that can reach a maximum temperature of 220°C. If used on the highest setting for a long time, it can maintain a high temperature of nearly 200°C.
She thought it over again and again, and finally sent a message for help to Zi Anliang. She then took the nearest utility knife and carefully approached the place where the light came from.
All along the way, her mind was full of various thoughts, from whether she should call the police to whether she should not be so reckless. Until she arrived at the door, she still had not sorted out a clear idea.
She relied solely on instinct and rushed open the door like a bull.
The place where the light comes from is her activity room. It is called an activity room, but it is actually a handicraft workshop. She makes larger handicrafts here.
On the contrary, small products can be made anytime and anywhere, so they are not limited to one location.
In order to use the computer for reference when making the dress, my wife Sayuri moved the desktop computer into the activity room a few days ago.
At this time, the computer screen was on, and the power button and RGB light on the host were also on, which allowed her to see some light through the crack in the door.
"Strange, I clearly turned off my computer before leaving the house."
My wife Sayuri muttered to herself and turned on the light in the activity room.
There was no one in the room, only the computer was on.
She took a few steps forward and found that the computer interface was stuck on the background of the serialized comic work she was updating online.
Because she has been busy making dresses these days, her serialized works have been discontinued for a while.
Of course, for other authors, a break might mean not updating for a week or a month, but Agatsuma Sayuri's break is calculated on a daily basis.
"I'm so sorry to all the readers. I wonder if the backend is full of readers asking for updates..."
She was feeling anxious, but her fingers kept pressing the "Notification" button.
Fortunately, her readers this time are all little angels. Not one of them asked her to update more or blamed her. They all praised her.
Agatsuma Sayuri's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and she was about to click in one by one to read, but suddenly noticed the page number of her serialization.
[Strange, is there more than I remember?]
The page number was clearly in the double digits before the discontinuation, but now it's in the triple digits. If it were any other change, Sayuki Agatsuma might have overlooked it, but the change in the number of digits is a bit too obvious.
A frown appeared on her beautiful face, still covered in makeup. The girl, who even practiced karate and maintained a flawless complexion, sensed something was amiss and couldn't even focus on her own inability to control her expression.
Did someone tamper with her computer just to help her update the series?
Who is the good person?
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