My daily life

It was not until the next morning that Michiru Hyodo, lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened her eyes.

"Well……"

She let out a slight moan.

"My head hurts...where am I?"

As soon as she stood up, Michiru Hyodo felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if millions of steel needles were stirring at the same time.

She subconsciously covered her head with her hands and closed her eyes tightly, trying to ease the pain.

After a long while, the pain eased a little, and she managed to raise her head. She knocked her head hard, then endured the headache and began to look around.

The first thing that catches your eye is a dazzling white - white walls, white bedding, and the strong smell of disinfectant in the air.

"Is this...is this...a hospital?"

Hyodou Michiru murmured to herself, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in her voice.

However, this little action of hers suddenly woke up the little policewoman who was sleeping beside her bed.

The little policewoman rubbed her eyes, and when she saw that Michiru Hyodo had woken up, an expression of ecstasy immediately appeared on her face.

"You finally woke up! That's great! How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you need me to call the nurse?"

The policewoman asked a series of questions, her tone full of concern.

Faced with the little policewoman's enthusiastic care, Michiru Hyodo was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

But in the end, because of the pain in my throat, I said to the policewoman

"Um...can you give me a glass of water?"

Michiru Hyodo's voice sounded weak, as if it would fade away at any moment.

However, when she made this small request, the policewoman stood up immediately as if she had received an order, and her movements were quick and neat.

Not long after, a glass of clear water was brought to Michiru Hyodo.

The policewoman carefully handed the cup over and said softly

"Here, please drink."

Michiru Hyodo looked at the policewoman with gratitude, then raised the glass without hesitation and drank it all.

The cool liquid flowed down her throat, instantly moistening her dry throat and making her feel much more comfortable.

As she replenished her water, her originally confused mind gradually became clearer.

Putting down the empty cup, Michiru Hyodo finally regained some spirit. She began to look around, trying to figure out why she was here.

So she turned to the policewoman with a puzzled look and asked

"By the way, why am I here?"

The policewoman seemed to have anticipated this question. When she heard Hyodo Michiru's question, she smiled and answered calmly:

"I wonder if you still remember what happened last night?"

Michiru Hyodo frowned and tried hard to recall what happened last night.

Thoughts swirled in my mind, and gradually, some vague fragments began to emerge.

She closed her eyes and thought carefully. After a while, she finally nodded slowly, indicating that she remembered something.

Seeing Hyodo Michiru nod in response, the policewoman's expression relaxed a little and continued

"All this is thanks to the waiter at the noodle shop last night. The situation was urgent at the time, and he cleverly slipped out through the back door and quickly called the police. If it weren't for his heroic behavior, the consequences would be unimaginable."

At this point, even the policewoman couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on Michiru Hyodo's face, the policewoman took out a notebook from a small bag beside her and picked up a pen in her hand.

Her face turned serious, revealing a professional and focused look.

"Well, Ms. Hyodo Michiru, could you please describe in detail what happened from the moment you decided to call the police?"

The policewoman asked in a gentle but firm tone.

The police officers watched all of yesterday's surveillance videos without missing a single one, but after watching them, they even began to doubt whether this was a supernatural event.

Therefore, the police decided to send a female police officer to contact Michiru Hyodo, hoping to find out as soon as possible what happened during the period when there was no surveillance.

At the same time, Tomoya Aki was facing the same situation, with a male police officer standing by his side.

After hearing the policewoman's questions, Michiru Hyodo began to try hard to recall everything that happened last night.

However, what was strange was that as she kept thinking back, her memory of last night became clearer and clearer, as if she had never been drunk.

Moreover, these memories seemed to be more vivid than what she could remember when she was awake.

After thinking about it, Michiru Hyodo rubbed her temples and then slowly spoke

"My cousin and I wanted to call the police, but the phone line was not working."

After hearing this, the policewoman began to record it in her booklet. Of course, in addition to the paper records, she also recorded it on her Augma.

"Finally we found that there was no signal on the phone at all since some time. Then I agreed to what they wanted."

The policewoman was still recording meticulously. She was also aware of this requirement.

"and then?"

"Then……"

Michiru Hyodo fell into her memories again.

"Then they opened a table full of beer, and even mixed white wine into the wine I was about to drink right in front of me."

When she said this, Michiru Hyodo's voice trembled a little, as if she had returned to that terrible scene again.

"The leader and his men forced me to drink the wine. However, the wine was too spicy and I couldn't stop coughing. Then I heard the boss begging for mercy."

Having said that, Michiru Hyodo's tone became a lot more relaxed.

"I don't know what happened. I just looked up and saw a handsome boy holding a gun to the boss's forehead."

"Gun? You said the boy who saved you still had a gun in his hand?"

The policewoman couldn't help but get nervous when she heard the gunshot. After all, because China is a vassal state, the gun ban here is very strict.

"Yes, it was a strange-looking pistol, white in color. The man was very afraid that the boy would shoot, so he wanted to use money to settle the matter. However, the boy still shot the boss dead with one shot."