My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 168 It's not a simple conversation

Facing such a terrifying and even terrifying thought, Natsume Feng calmed down slightly and suppressed it for the time being.

He thinks he has a good understanding of the word brother control, after all, he was also a two-thorn newt in his previous life.

It's just that the concentration is almost almost negative now, but it doesn't delay his memory and understanding of the term "brother control".

In the most simple sense, it generally refers to a sister who has a strange feeling for her brother.But Xia Mufeng is not a middle-school boy who raised his arms and wanted to be the bandit king at the moment, so he naturally wouldn't understand at such a superficial level that brother control is simply liking.

On the contrary, the younger sister is generally due to various reasons, such as being treated tenderly from the isolated and lonely environment of her brother, or because of some promises similar to playing house when she was a child, coupled with her pure heart, or even directly because of I like it out of my own imagination, but in fact it's all caused by a lack of security.

Thinking of his parents, whom he had never met before, and Dazheng Shinichiro's unintentional ridicule last time, he really had a vague feeling that Quanjiang was a bit like what Grandpa Dazheng said.

Moreover, Quan Jiang's kindness to him from the beginning is a bit surprising. It is obvious that after so many years, even brothers and sisters will be alienated and indifferent, but Quan Jiang seems to be mentally prepared to face himself.

It can't really be what my father prepared for me, right?
Xia Mufeng took a deep breath, trying to calm down his mood.

Turning his gaze to Du Yuehua who was staring at him, he forced a smile on his face, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, maybe what I said just now offended her, I hope Du Yuesang doesn't care. "

Whether it was Yu's provocative words just now, or Quan Jiang's sudden anger, he felt that he had to apologize.

Du Yuehua shook her head slowly: "It's okay."

Natsume Feng turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, and then glanced at the sky outside from the window in the backyard. It was already a little dark, he hesitated and asked tentatively:

"Well, I think it's getting late, why don't I send Du Yuesang out first, and then I'll pack up these things when I come back."

After saying this, he started to pack up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him again, and after stacking them together, he stretched out his hand to several plates on the table, but just as he touched the edge of the porcelain plate, he was caught by a white and slender The thin hand was suddenly held down.

Du Yuehua's hand held down his hand resting on the edge of the porcelain plate from above, and there was a hint of coolness from the edge of the fingers, and the palm brought a little warmth and a slight rubbing feeling, which was probably worn out by practicing kendo all the year round. cocoons.

"no need."

Xia Mufeng looked at her with some surprise: "Huh?"

Feeling the gaze cast by him, Du Yuehua put away her hands silently, her cheeks were smudged beautifully like a red sun, and then she stacked the small dishes in front of her together, He said softly as he moved, "Let's clean up together."

Natsume Feng's eyes lingered on her blushing cheeks that were rarely wiped away for a few seconds, and at the next moment she suddenly smiled and said, "Okay."

It seems that what I said before is not a simple exchange of words.

The two tacitly packed up the dishes in front of them, put all the things under the kitchen faucet in two parts, and finished cleaning the dishes together in silence.

He wiped away the stains left on the dining table again, and after finishing everything, he handed over two paper towels to the other party tacitly.

The two, who had never communicated with each other from the beginning to the end of packing up, laughed at the same time as they saw each other handing over the paper towels floating slightly in mid-air.

At dusk, Tokyo fell into a slightly quiet environment.

The dark yellow sky exudes the last sunshine and warmth of today, reflecting the charming colors of the glass of the tall buildings standing in this city.

In Bunkyo District, at the corner of Natsume's house street, an unremarkable black car was parked on the side of the road.

Rigong Xiji flipped through the documents that were about to rot in his hands, and was so upset that he was about to vomit. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and shook out a cigarette. He took out a lighter and lit the fire with ease. It was almost full in the car, so I couldn't help lowering the windows a little.

"Cough, cough, class leader, you have already smoked more than one pack today, so pay attention to your health."

A young man wearing casual clothes in the co-pilot's seat immediately turned bitter when he smelled the smoke, and coughed involuntarily while persuading him.

Ligong Xiji took a breath of cigarettes, threw the curled corners of his hands on the windshield, glanced at the subordinates next to him, and said helplessly: "Do I still need your reminder, isn't this The windows have been lowered."

The young man on the co-pilot just stopped talking after a word of persuasion. He also knew that his head of the class was under a lot of pressure at the moment, and it was still useless after smoking three or four times as much as usual, let alone the class. Long, even he himself wants to smoke a cigarette to express his depression at the moment.

Even though the higher-ups have made repeated orders to reduce the impact of this matter, those reporters with sharper noses than dogs always catch up like tigers and wolves. It has been almost half a month since this matter has passed, but the heat is still unabated. I am keeping up with the progress, but at the beginning, the three-day guarantee under the Metropolitan Police Department has already been lost to grandma's house.

Half a month later, not only did the case not be solved, but in the reply from the Metropolitan Police Department, it directly stated that the crime was premeditated by an international terrorist organization, and did not even clarify the specific number of people and the name of the organization. Citizens and journalists are still pursuing accountability.

Even the chief of the Taito District Police Station was directly promoted as a scapegoat. At the press conference held, he burst into tears and said that he had not fulfilled his duties, and he resigned from his department on the spot. I returned to my hometown in Osaka to sell tamagoyaki in my long position, so I finally managed to turn over the chapter.

But the social impact has been reduced, and the staff of the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters have not stopped.

All the insiders who participated in the investigation of this case knew that the murderer was a "non-human" who single-handedly killed hundreds of people. The higher-ups still ordered the death order to investigate clearly, but the key is that they are still confused at this moment. The intervention of the guard experts was also fruitless.

"Chairman, why do you keep holding on to this kid? He's obviously just an ordinary young man in society, and he doesn't have the slightest resemblance to the person in the video."

What puzzled the young policeman was that his immediate boss always cared about this ordinary young man who was out of work, and reported him as the number one suspect, writing a lot of suspicious materials and reporting together. Even though he was vetoed by the headquarters, he still insisted on it, as if his nerves were too tense.

(End of this chapter)