People in Tokyo, the world is clear

[The day we met again was April Fool’s Day.]

Chapter 35 Your Chance Encounter Is Her Pursuit

Seriously.

From small to large.

Ito Xiguo had never been as angry as he was tonight.

Under the bright moonlight, his face still had an incredible expression, and he was as stiff as a sculpture in a wax museum.

Gazing at the face that was gradually melting into my memory, I subconsciously relaxed.

The girl narrowed her bright and clear eyes and raised her face.

Today is April Fool's Day.

But she did not like the two-week-long joke played by the young man standing in front of her at all.

When the face in front of me that I hadn't seen for a long time came into view, the worries and pain that had accumulated in my heart instantly dissipated a lot, and were replaced by a kind of relief and joy.

But it only lasted a pitifully short moment.

Then, it suddenly turned into surging anger.

Breathing and heartbeat gradually accelerate.

Until the surging emotions dissolve into the grievances suffered along the way.

"Xiguo?"

The call was like flipping a switch.

The girl finally gritted her teeth and rarely showed a reproachful look with raised eyebrows.

He reached out and grabbed the hands of the person in front of him and turned him so that he was facing the door and the wall.

Then go around behind him and push him from behind with a little force.

His face was filled with confusion, but the young man still obediently stretched out a hand to support himself against the wall and turned to look over.

The innocent expression only heightened the resentment in his heart.

So he placed his left forearm against his back and raised his other clenched fist.

Use the hooked index finger joint to hammer the vulnerable point between the waist and ribs.

The next moment, the little fist against the waist drilled deep with all its strength, which soon caused a violent reaction.

"Hiss! Wait, what's going on?"

"I should be the one asking this question to my senior! What a super idiot you are!"

"what?"

Still?

"You just disappeared without saying a word. Do you know how scary that is?"

Woo.

Really, this idiot, idiot, idiot.

These days are really, really torturous.

Not to mention the day I just returned to Tokyo.

I took the cheap late-night train home and fell asleep, only waking up half-grown in the morning.

It is really hard to describe how much psychological harm a child who has just woken up will suffer when he stands stupidly at the door with a longing for something and then sees a strange and sloppy face.

To put it another way, the most terrifying thing is the neighbor's sudden departure without saying goodbye.

He left no information.

I still remember the farewell scene before returning home. In the morning sunlight, Ito Xiguo could clearly see that his predecessor seemed to have some mental problems.

There was a sense of loss on his face, as if he had lost some of his energy.

It's like something bad happened suddenly.

I was worried at the time, but I was in a hurry to catch the train home, so I had to use a brighter smile to try to give some encouragement and strength.

But when I came back, I couldn't even find his shadow.

The first reaction is fear.

Rushed out of the floor and grabbed all possible witnesses to ask about the whereabouts.

I finally heard a little clue from some busybody, who said that the final direction was a port area with many open ports.

When I heard the news, I almost went crazy.

I was really scared because when we met again, I would encounter a bloated corpse.

I wished I could go slower and run along the water's edge like a headless fly.

When I couldn't find anyone anymore, I was almost overwhelmed by despair and cried.

When my sister went to the Metropolitan Police Department with the police officer with a sign on his chest clutching her, and was about to cry and try to report the case, she only learned some information about my whereabouts from him.

"I know you're anxious, but don't worry. If we're talking about the same person, he's been here before. He was with an older man who seemed to be his landlord. I have the phone number that man left here. Do you need it?"

I thought I had found a clue, but it was broken at the next step.

"I don't know, little girl. After I came back from reporting the case, I went into the room to pack my things, and guess what? As soon as I turned around, he was gone."

After that, there was no news.

Worried to the point of seeking help from all directions, he didn't care about the embarrassment and grabbed the kind landlord and grilled him. He almost cultivated sketching skills and even master-level micro-expression analysis skills, only then did he confirm through description that the young man's mental state at the time was normal.

But no one can predict what will happen next.

Ito Nishika did not forget that the other party had a serious mental illness that required a room full of antidepressants to combat.

I can't feel at ease unless I find the person in question and confirm everything clearly.

But Tokyo is so vast that finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Want to try it?

There was almost no hesitation.

The price is all the free time.

The girl could no longer explain how she sorted out the clues step by step.

Like a homeless kitten, after get off work, he had no time to go home and rest, so he went from street to street, picking up people and questioning them one by one.

Its presence is not very strong to begin with, and you have to chase and shout again and again to attract attention.

You also have to practice the words that can quickly describe the appearance at home over and over again in advance, and then repeat them to all the respondents.

During this period, I was also disgusted by a vengeful landlord. I couldn't afford the new rent and gave up the expired lease.

Exhausted physically and mentally.

Just when I was about to give up, I miraculously got a preliminary clue from someone I didn't know.

"I've seen it."

After asking along the direction, I finally got confirmed news.

"I think I've seen him before. I saw him wandering over there yesterday, carrying a piece of bread and a backpack. He might be staying at that super cheap hotel nearby."

"!!!"

Excited, the cat pawed non-stop to the door of its destination.

I found the old lady smoking in the nearby storage room to confirm my identity, confirmed my room number with the hotel owner, and rushed all the way to the second floor, panting and struggling. Finally...

at last.

It's been really, really difficult along the way.

Only she knows the pain.

But the results are good.

The girl did not find any melancholy emotion on someone's face.

His complexion was reassuringly healthy.

I realized this instantly.

At first, I was happy subconsciously.

Then, blood pressure gradually begins to rise.

It's caused by anger.

At the same time, all the suppressed frustrations burst out.

So, so, so.

Why didn’t you notify me at the beginning?

What an idiot, idiot, idiot!

He closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head, and used all his strength in his hands. He didn't care about maintaining his appearance, just wanted to vent some of the anxiety that had been lingering for a long time.

Drill drill drill drill drill...

Until all my strength is gone, until a hand gently grabs my forearm through my clothes and slowly moves it down.

Then, the young man who had endured everything silently while lying on the wall turned around, held the gradually softening little fist, and raised his other free hand.

Slowly rubbing the pain on his cheek to smooth out the hideous expression.

It looked like a ghost face, so funny.

As a result, the chest that had just vented its emotions was finally taken advantage of by an itchy smile that sneaked in and successfully attacked.

"Pfft."

But along with the intense joy, of course, there is also the crystal liquid after the great sorrow has been eliminated.

Tears reflected the faint moonlight, met at the jaw, and dripped onto the fabric on the chest.

A mixture of laughter and tears.

Finally, a guy was scared and gradually realized the whole situation from the girl's reaction.

"what..."

He was so choked that he couldn't speak.

I was at a loss for a moment, but I quickly recovered, closed my eyes, tapped my forehead, and sighed.

"I think I've figured out what's going on. Come on in, I promise I'll explain it all."

Chapter 36: Everyone Loves the Little Angel

The hotel room was pathetically small.

The wooden planks beneath my feet were stained with black stains that had almost blended in with the surface, making a creaking sound when I stepped on them.

The wallpaper on the walls was in tatters, and behind the peninsula-shaped scraps of paper that hung out, gaps in the paint appeared, filled with ugly graffiti.

This is a humble room, but my salary is low.

Somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Sen had no choice but to let the girl sit on the bed and moved a small square wooden stool without a backrest to place in front of her.

So he is just a head shorter.

He sat down, frowned, and gently rubbed his old waist that was almost broken by the drilling just now, with his head lowered like a primary school student waiting to be scolded.

It still hurts.

This technique has never been seen before, it is obviously someone else's secret recipe.

What a cruel move.