Tokyo host

Chapter 258: Heart

"Sure enough, we can't do it if we're not at home."

Futaba Makoto dipped cotton in the ointment, and then lightly dropped it on the burned part of Gong Baiyuyou's cheek. Fortunately, it was only slightly splashed by the oil, and it was not serious.

But there was still a burning pain from the burnt part, especially when touched by the cotton - Gong Baiyuyou raised both hands, aimlessly grabbing the air in front of him.

"Okay, the last medicine should leave no scars."

Makoto Futaba nodded, after all, Yuyou's face was as porcelain as almost without any blemishes on the skin, it would be a pity if the cooking left scars.

Gong Baiyuyou felt her cheeks were a little sticky and itchy, but she also knew not to scratch casually, so she hugged the hood beside her.

"No, don't wear a condom for the next two days." Futaba Cheng said, "Avoid touching the wound."

Gong Baiyu looked down at the hood in his hand, and seemed to put it down reluctantly.

In the kitchen not far away, Kaoru Suzuki put down his apron, clapped his hands and said, "It's time to eat."

The girl sitting next to Futaba Makoto immediately swept away her slumped appearance just now, her jewel-like eyes seemed to brighten a little, and she trotted towards the dining table.

It's just that because the lower body was still wearing a doll costume, and because I was in a hurry, my left foot tripped over my right foot and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Makoto Futaba raised his forehead.

Forget it, anyway, this guy Yuyou's flat throw has reached the point of MAX.

Today's dinner is very simple, each with a soup, fried salmon, steak and boiled vegetables with broccoli and carrots, but the nutrition is very balanced.

Although there is one serving per person, Gong Bai Yuyou's bowl is a bit bigger than Futaba Makoto and the others, and even the rice is as high as a hill.

"Eat slowly." After Kaoru Suzuki ordered, he also sat down to eat.

……

The meal time was very quiet, but seeing Futaba Makoto picking up the soup and not drinking it, Kaoru Suzuki asked, "What do you want?"

Futaba Makoto came back to his senses at this time, smiled and shook his head.

"Suzuki, the shops on 888th Street are crushing the shops on Meilin Street in terms of serving speed, price, and ability to engage in event discounts. How do you think we can find opportunities?" Makoto Futaba proposed himself question, "And they have done a good job in this regard, right?"

Suzuki Kaoru heard that, after thinking for a few seconds, she opened her mouth and said: "Those shops, especially restaurants, chain brands have uniformly distributed semi-finished food, which can be served on the table with simple processing. In terms of raw materials, because of the large purchase volume, it can still be served." Get a discounted price... plus the rent problem, 888 Street now has government support, and merchants have rent and water and electricity reductions, so the price of the dishes is destined not to be very expensive."

"Indeed, compared to chain brands with specialized operating models, it is difficult for a self-owned restaurant to beat them in that respect." The girl nodded.

Futaba Makoto sighed: "Yes."

"But we are not completely hopeless." Kaoru Suzuki said suddenly, "In a sense, the disadvantages of this type of chain brand are also obvious."

"Huh? Where."

"Heart." Kaoru Suzuki pointed to his chest.

Futaba Makoto glanced at the girl's undulating curves, then pondered slightly about what she said.

Only Gong Baiyu on the side didn't understand what Futaba Makoto and Suzuki Kaoru were talking about, her beautiful eyes revealed innocence, and then silently put the rice grains stuck to the corner of her mouth into her mouth and started to chew.

After all, she just came back from Tokyo and went into the room as soon as she got back to Xiaoxiongzhuang. She didn't participate in the morning gathering at home, and she didn't know what happened.

"Forget it, let's take a good rest today, after all, I just came back from Tokyo." Futaba Makoto stretched his waist, planning to go to the street tomorrow and collect information by the way.

By the way, there are also those review materials bought at the comic exhibition, which have to be sent to that guy Takahashi.

Suzuki Xun hummed, but his amber eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

After eating, Futaba Makoto noticed that there was no familiar figure in the house.

"What about Merlin?"

"It recently spent the night at a shrine."

"Really?" Futaba Cheng thought about it, but he wasn't very worried. After all, Merlin was very human and smart. Although he was a little fatter, at least he wouldn't get lost.

After returning to the room, Makoto Futaba packed up his luggage a bit, took out a notebook from it, and sat on the sofa chair.

This is the notebook I brought back from that dormitory. Compared with the dim environment at that time, reading this notebook under the light now is not so scary and disgusting.

If Makoto Futaba wanted to know Kaoru Suzuki's past, he had to start with Sato's clues.

Although he knew that he shouldn't delve into what happened to other people, he really couldn't bear to watch Suzuki Kaoru's haggard appearance because of insomnia.

Spreading out the notebook casually, the content inside is still curious, and even makes people feel physically uncomfortable.

"That Sato is actually a psychopath."

Futaba Makoto murmured, Sato must be mentally unhealthy to be able to draw so many strange things in his notebook.

"I can't understand these creatures..."

However, there was a pair of Futaba that Makoto recognized. It was a huge eye with wings on both sides, and there was an eye on the feathers of each wing, which was densely packed and disgusting.

But Makoto Futaba has heard of it, and this appearance seems to be the original appearance of an angel.

Demons want to tempt humans to degenerate, so they will become what they like. On the contrary, angels, in order to frighten demons, have very intrusive appearances.

"Aren't the things in Sato's notebook just doodles?"

Just when Makoto Futaba was holding such doubts, he accidentally found a line of text behind one of the octopus drawings.

[Man is so scary!very scary!wanna die!wanna die!wanna die! ]
The handwriting is crooked, and I don't know under what circumstances it was written, but Futaba Makoto can feel various emotions in it, such as hatred, fear and even anger...

"It seems that there are quite a few things written." Makoto Futaba noticed that there were words behind each painting.

Just when he was about to take a closer look, a sound came from the door beside him——

"Dong dong."

Futaba Makoto froze for a moment, then asked, "Who?"

"Me." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

After Futaba Makoto realized who it was, he stuffed the notebook into the drawer, and got up to open the door.

At this time, there was a short-haired girl in pajamas standing outside the door, holding a pillow in front of her chest with one hand, seeing the unnatural expression on Futaba Makoto's face, she said softly: "Did I bother you? "

(End of this chapter)