Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

The rain stopped in the afternoon.

Hanashiro Iori went out to collect criminal intelligence on the Red Tai Group. Iinuma Isao wanted to go with her, but she ruthlessly despised him.

"Iinuma-san, please recognize your place!"

"If I didn't know how to fight, would you have a role in this book?"

"This lady has the script of the heroine!"

Facing the domineering angel, Iinuma Isao was so angry that he yelled, "You are not cute at all!"

The angel's small and delicate face showed a smile that didn't bother her at all, and she replied, "But Iinuma-san, you are very cute."

"..."

This smile is so hateful!

Feeling that he had been humiliated by her, Iinuma Isao went out angrily and bought a full set of dumbbells.

I spent the whole afternoon doing weight training in my room while listening to the radio.

He had to admit that the angel was the most powerful enemy after his mother.

Therefore, he had to make himself stronger and smarter to completely suppress her arrogance!

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In the evening, Huacheng Xingzi dragged her tired body back home.

After dinner, she worked at the desk in front of the fireplace as usual, and the night outside the window was as dark as ink.

Isao Iinuma was watching a Spanish video nearby.

Huacheng Xingzi holds the financial statement in her hand.

But she looked tired and couldn't concentrate on any data.

I watched it for a while, but there was really nothing I could do but look out the window as if to relieve my fatigue.

Rainy nights in spring are cold and damp.

The trees whistled in the wind, and it sounded like many people were wailing.

As if she was thinking of something strange, Huacheng Xingzi's face gradually turned pale.

The bitter wind and rain made the windows bang, as if a group of evil spirits surrounded the house, shaking the small building with their fangs and claws.

The rain fell on the roof in torrents, low and dense, like the beats of drums in a funeral procession.

Listening to the sad howling of wind and rain, Huacheng Xingzi felt as if she had lost her soul.

There seemed to be faint sounds of crying in the wind, it was the cries of my father, my brother, and my sister-in-law;

She couldn't help shivering and looked around in panic. This home that had once been warm and fragrant now felt strange.

The contrast between the warmth of the past and the hopeless future was so overwhelming that Huacheng Xingzi felt overwhelmed.

Iinuma Isao, who was watching her from the side, noticed that her condition was deteriorating rapidly... Was it because her sad memories were brought up?

"You don't look well?" Iinuma Isao asked as he stood up.

"Uh……"

Huacheng Xingzi nodded slightly.

This place was haunted and two people died a few days ago. She was tormented by the weird atmosphere and hadn't had a good rest for three days.

Iinuma Xun bent down and fanned the fire in the fireplace, making the originally weak flames burn brightly again.

Huacheng Xingzi buried her body deeply in the chair and nodded slightly to express her gratitude to him.

Then she raised her hand and pointed at the chair next to her, motioning him to move the chair over and sit opposite him.

The slender right hand she raised was so white that it was almost transparent.

There were no rings on any of her five fingers, and they were all pointed, with the pink nails being perfect ovals.

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Chapter 21 The Widow's Boudoir

Iinuma Isao brought a chair and sat in front of her.

Huacheng Anzi looked at him, her slender green fingers gently lifted the bangs on her forehead, and said expressionlessly: "After the mourning period is over, the Red Tai Group will retaliate against us. Then you and Iori can go live with Kuri for a while."

"Can't I continue to stay with Auntie Anzi?" Iinuma Isao asked in annoyance, and at the same time did not forget to improve her impression: "I only like Azi, not Li Zi..."

"Ok?"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyelashes trembled.

In those tired eyes, there flashed a cold light as if a cold pond had melted, and it was as moving as if a jade sculpture of ice had come to life.

But after a moment, the light in her eyes was quickly replaced by indifference, and she murmured: "This is to protect you..."

After saying that, she picked up the opened beer and drank the whole can in gulps.

After putting down the empty can, she opened another one. Looking at her slightly blurry eyes, it was obvious that she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

The lady looked slightly tipsy, and Iinuma Isao felt something moving.

Use the key given by the angel tonight.

"I'm going back to my room to sleep." He stood up and said goodbye.

Huacheng Xingzi hummed lightly.

Left alone, she squatted in front of the fireplace and continued to drink.

The hem of her kimono was slightly parted, revealing two thighs that were bright and tender in the firelight;

The two little feet, freed from their tiny slippers, were dyed rosy by the flames in the fireplace;

The front of her kimono was open, and as she wasn't wearing a bra, a lot of her skin was exposed, and the heat made her skin red like mountain flowers.

The young widow looked at the burning firewood with dazed eyes, as if she was completely unaware that her body had been exposed. She felt no pain as the blazing flames burned her skin, and she didn't even notice the young man hiding behind her and watching her.

This pitiful look makes people want to give her a hug.

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There is no sign of the wind and rain stopping tonight.

Moist moisture poured in without restraint, and the walls, floors, and all the furniture felt damp; even lighting the stove was of no use.

Iinuma Isao lay in bed for a long time, and at twelve o'clock, he turned over and got out of bed.

It was raining heavily outside, with occasional thunder and lightning. He took the key and quietly slipped from the front yard to the backyard where the owner lived.

From the front yard to the back yard, you need to walk through a corridor that runs across the atrium. On the wall hangs a row of white paper lanterns printed with pentagrams.

The night is as dark as ink, and the wind and rain are cold.

The courtyard was full of mud.

Under the light of the lanterns, this place seemed to have become a ruin.

The bleak wind and rain add a layer of horror to the scene here, which can strongly stir up people's anxiety.

This kind of mansion where someone had just died, coupled with the cold and rainy weather, is a perfect place for some unclean things to come out and move around... and breaking into a widow's door in the middle of the night doesn't seem to be a good thing.

But never mind, I just wanted to see if she could get a good night's sleep, not to take advantage of her!

Full of righteousness, Iinuma Isao came to the door of the only room in the backyard where the light was still on.

I knocked, but there was no response.

The lights are on, but no one opens the door. Something's weird!

He inserted the key directly, turned it with a click, and slowly opened the door: "Aunt Xingzi, I have something to ask you..."

Before he could finish his words, his brows furrowed.

The air in the room was turbid, and the scent of perfume mixed with alcohol lingered for a long time.

Empty cans and bottles were scattered everywhere, with only beer and purified water; there were melted chocolate and potato chip crumbs on the table, and washed and unwashed clothes were piled in a mess on the small sofa; a lot of cosmetics had fallen beside the bed, and broken powder was all over the floor.

Is this really the lady's room?

Looking at the garbage all over the floor of the room, Iinuma Isao fell into deep thought.

The level of dirtiness is shocking!

"Who, who came in..."

Huacheng Xingzi's voice was not so cold anymore.

Not only is it not aloof, but it sounds a bit silly, like the voice of a drunk.

Iinuma Isao looked over at her and found that she was lying on the big bed, which was completely different from her stern and cold image during the day.

At this moment, her expression was dazed, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy, and her casual lying posture was charming in a way that was difficult to achieve when she was awake.

"Auntie Xingzi..."

Iinuma Isao's eyes were bigger than those of a wild boar in Hokkaido.

"What? It's Ah Xun. How did you get in?... Oh, isn't the door locked? Never mind. Just drink with me..."

The noble and cold mistress has misty eyes and a rosy face.

"Why are you so drunk?" Iinuma Isao walked over, snatched the beer can from her hand, and said loudly: "Don't drink anymore, have a good rest, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."

"Well, don't..."

Huacheng Xingzi shook her head drunkenly: "You only drank this little. You won't be able to sleep and will have nightmares! You know nightmares, they are so scary... I'll give it to you to drink together..."

After that, she took out a bottle of whiskey from the bedside table.

Iinuma Isao grabbed it again.

"Humph, bad guy!"

Huacheng Xingzi glared at him angrily and wanted to get another drink, but her hand was held by Iinuma Isao.

"Auntie, drinking is harmful to your health..."