The glass door was like a small barrier, separating two completely different worlds. Yu Gu Miao exhaled and watched the white mist drifting into the air.
The temperature inside was warm, so there was still some warmth when he walked out. It was not until the white mist he exhaled completely dissipated that the cold slowly climbed up his skin. Yu Gu Miao shook out the coat draped over his forearms and put it on.
The next step was the adult world.
There was a pocket pistol in the secret pocket of his windbreaker. The Colt M2000 pistol he often used was now lying under the pillow in the Boston safe house.
But the dagger that had been with him since he was thirteen was hidden in his sleeve, which was more than enough for this mission.
He got off the train at the nearest station and walked for about forty minutes before he could no longer see the bustling shadow of Tokyo. There are old traditional Japanese houses, and occasionally one or two restaurants with old shop signs. Most of the customers who patronize here are acquaintances. The sliding doors that have not been replaced by glass can be heard talking and laughing.
In such a quiet little place, Yu Gu Miao seems a little out of place. But the residents are not surprised, because today is the day when the president of the Kuroiwa Group comes to the welfare home to cut the ribbon.
With his funding, the only welfare home here renovated the old house to ensure that every child in the welfare home has his own bedroom. Today, one year later, it was finally completed.
Since the morning, many media reporters have poured in here. Feeling the unkindness in the eyes of the residents who occasionally pass by, Yu Gu Miao thought that he should be regarded as a reporter.
Most of the residents who stick to the old houses are annoyed by outsiders who disrupt their rhythm of life.
There were several circles of people around the welfare house, but President Kuroiwa was not inside. When Miyako Yutani passed by, he noticed that the children seemed to be placed in the house, leaving only a few "likable" ones in the yard to be interviewed by reporters.
My throat is a little itchy.
Miyako Yutani thinks he is not addicted to smoking, but he is still inevitably affected by nicotine, and he will have a little desire for nicotine when his emotions fluctuate.
There is a cigarette box in his coat pocket, but he does not intend to smoke. It is not a good thing to be dragged by external things, so every time Miyako Yutani feels dependent on nicotine, he will quit smoking for a while.
Is it time to quit smoking?
Thinking of this, Yutani Miao threw the cigarette box into the trash can, but did not throw away the lighter. After all, Gin always used lighters...
Bah, why would he miss him.
He stepped back and threw the lighter into the trash can.
Damn, he was in an even worse mood because of the lighter incident. Today was really bad. Not only was I hungry for a long time, but the pasta and black tea got cold while I was observing the other three vests. Later, I didn't get to eat the mousse cake to maintain my character. And... the amusement park.
I really want to go... here I come.
President Kuroiwa is a man in his early fifties, with a standard Mediterranean look and two small mustaches under his nose, which look thicker than his hair. He looks like he just came down from the shrine. The guy next to him... is he the director of the welfare home?
The person behind him should be the secretary, who always kept a certain distance and appeared to be very respectful.
Ha, you only brought one person. I thought this mission would be very troublesome.
Yu Gu Miao walked forward without looking around, and the moment he passed by the three people, the dagger slipped out.
Done.
President Hei Yan was talking and laughing with the other two people, and they kept saying the same things. When he raised his hand, he did not notice that there was a thin and long wound on his wrist. It was not deep, but just faintly red.
There is an anesthetic component in the poison on the blade, so such a small wound will not even cause pain.
Yu Gu Miao curled the corners of his mouth, raised the dagger in front of him, kissed the center where the blade and the handle met, and murmured, "Happy cooperation."
The dagger was silver-white all over, and at first glance, the man with red lips looked like he had kissed a cross.
This action lasted for less than a few seconds, and the dagger was hidden in the sleeve again.
"President Kuroiwa?" the older woman asked concernedly, "Are you okay?"
"Ah, nothing's wrong," President Kuroiwa stroked his half-bald head with his hand and smiled, "I just saw the person who just passed by, she is very beautiful, the feng shui here is really good for people."
He should be in his twenties, what a pity.
"Really," the female director covered her mouth and giggled twice, "In that case, the children in the welfare home are all very lively and cute, and they may be rehearsing a show for you, the president."
"That's really exciting."
Yu Gu Miao paused and felt a little nauseous. Maybe I should let him die more painfully, but he just fell asleep quietly in his dreams.
Tsk, forget it.
"Eh?!" Tsukiyama Asari's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and the tofu he had just taken out of the steaming sukiyaki pot fell onto the table. Fortunately, Kasugawa Shugo was there with a napkin to hold it down in time and prevent it from falling to the ground.
The heat from the pot made Asuka's cheeks red. He held the porcelain bowl that was too big for a child and stuffed the beef tenderloin wrapped in rice into his mouth. The taste of the soup soaked into the rice, and the boy's pale eyes almost glowed.
Delicious!
The piece of beef was a bit big, and it wrapped a lot of rice. Asuka's cheeks were bulging as he chewed seriously. He looked up at Tsukiyama Asari, who was frowning and talking on the phone, and expressed his doubts with his eyes.
Kasugawa Shuugo was amused by this picture. He quickly took out his phone and took a few photos. "It's SSR ~"
Asuka Kiri swallowed the food with difficulty and said in a muffled voice, "Every photo of Brother Kiri is SSR."
"Because every photo is very precious," he smiled and showed the album in his phone to the child, "Look, there are more than 400 SSR photos of Kiri."
There are many categories on it, and food and scenery are at the bottom. The boy looked at the screen carefully and found that the other party had placed the small album of Brother Asari and himself in the family column at the top.
So the boy's eyes burst into a more dazzling light. He nodded randomly and looked away, hiding his shyness and happiness because of this line of text.
"Well," Tsukiyama frowned, "Okay, it's okay. I was planning to take him out to live for a few days...Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Kasugawa Shugo opened his phone and saw the message the other party had just sent to him.
"A murder occurred in the welfare home. President Kuroiwa died of poisoning. I am worried about letting Kiri go back."
His pupils constricted. He had just told Tsukiyama Asari when they met a few days ago that he had a bad impression of President Kuroiwa. He didn't expect...
"You and Kirito can stay at my place today."
Tsukiyama Asari put away his phone, glanced at the other party with a smile, and secretly made an "OK" gesture under the table.
He is not old enough to inherit his deceased parents' inheritance. Both the house and the property are just a blank check. You can work part-time after you turn sixteen, but for those who choose to continue to high school and can pass the entrance exam, they can wait until they graduate from high school before leaving.
Kasugawa Shugo is already nineteen years old. After being admitted to university, he rented a house outside with his scholarship and salary to live alone. He had always wanted to let Tsukiyama Asari and Asuka Kiri stay at his place for a few days, and this time he finally got his wish.
"Let's watch a movie together tonight," Kasugawa Shugo picked out the mushrooms that had been cooked soft, and suggested, "You can stay for a few more days. It
's hard to go back there for a while." Asuka Kiri only knew that he didn't have to go back today, and could stay at Shugo's house with Asari brother, and for several days. He nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly curved, and he looked in a good mood.