Yokohama 8pm Theater

"Morning news broadcast for you: Recently, a body was stolen from a funeral parlor in Kyoto..."

After washing the dishes, Michiko and Dazai sat in the living room, one began to read official documents, and the other turned on the TV and switched to the news station in boredom.

Although she decided to take half a day off for herself, Michiko took out the documents and materials she brought home yesterday and read them.She thinks this is probably just a life of hard work, and she can't be free even if she wants to be free even if she pretends to be busy.

The paper was turned over page by page, and the news of "theft of the body" was still playing on the TV.

Michiko couldn't help but commented: "There are still people stealing the body?"

"Qianzi don't underestimate these remains, they are valuable things on the black market."

"Oh?" Michiko touched her lips, thinking of a possibility, "Sell it to a medical school or something? Fifteen thousand female corpses and twelve thousand male corpses?"

Dazai laughed lightly, shook his head, and patiently explained: "Selling to a regular place like a medical school or a hospital is the worst choice, because there is no guarantee that someone with a heart will not find out, and then be exposed. Only if you can't find a deal This is the way to choose."

It sounds reasonable.

If it was really sold to a school or hospital, it would be fine if it was not found. When the body is dissected beyond recognition as a "general teacher", no one will recognize it.But if it is discovered unfortunately, regular colleges and institutions will not be so kind as to cover up this kind of behavior, and will definitely cooperate with the police to vigorously search for the perpetrator.

The number of stolen bodies reported in the news is not small, and smart prisoners should not go to regular sales unless they have to.

"Then what is the best or general way to deal with it?" Michiko asked curiously.

"Generally, the black market will be used, and a very small number of special 'goods' will also be auctioned. As for other scattered methods, such as being used to fake the death of certain people or selling them to black clinics, I will not list them one by one. up.

The best way is naturally to have a fixed dumping channel, because it has existed for a long time and formed a pattern. It has its own set of rules and is not easy to be exposed.Of course, this kind of people are veterans, and they won't make such low-level mistakes as being on the news. "Dazai spread his left hand, and his expression was casual and careless.

Michiko suddenly thought of something, and looked at Dazai with a half-smile: "Teacher, did he use it when he faked his death?"

The smile disappeared from Dazai's face, he stared at Michiko with deep eyes for a while and then calmly moved away.

"Qianzi called Mr. Huimori 'teacher'... I thought it would take a long time for you to get used to it." Dazai said in a neutral tone, but what he said was not the answer to the question.

Is he... jealous?

Michiko put down the documents in her hand, reached out and pinched Dazai's face, and said softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry, Aji."

Dazai turned around, his attitude didn't change at all: "Qianzi, just this is not enough."

Looking at each other for a few seconds, they were still defeated.

Michiko sighed helplessly, put all the materials in her hand on the coffee table, and leaned over to Dazai.

However, the kiss that was supposed to fall on the cheek had a huge deviation in the middle of the journey.

Lips pressed against each other, rolling and grinding.

As soon as the emotion of surprise appeared, it completely dissipated, and he uncontrollably fell into the ocean of love and desire in those iris eyes.Everything may be just right, there are only the two of them left at home, and there is no need to worry about being disturbed.Thinking of this in her heart, Michiko closed her eyes obediently, raised her arms and hugged the person in front of her, letting the restlessness in her heart crush her reason.

The living room was so quiet that only the sound of rapid breathing remained. The scorching heat seemed to raise the surrounding air to boiling point, but when it spread to the TV, it was blocked by the calm voice of the news anchor.

"The next piece of news: Five middle school students ventured into a virgin forest in the Kansai region. Four were missing and one was rescued... The vital signs of the rescued girl are normal. The specific reason is still under investigation..."

The morning news continued to be broadcast, but the two people on the sofa were in no mood to care about what was said, and they didn't even have time to turn off the TV.

The body leaned back, and the long chestnut hair spread on the armrests and cushions of the sofa.The belt of the dress was torn off, and the double-breasted buttons on the neckline were undone one by one from top to bottom.

Consciousness is like a buoy floating on the surface of the water, which sometimes sinks and sometimes floats up again.Before her self-control turned into bubbles, Michiko stopped Dazai's hand that wanted to penetrate deeper in time.

"...don't be here...go to the room..."

Resolute attitude.

Even though his eyes were blurred and his voice was as soft as if he had melted into water, he still had a determination that could not be rejected.

Dazai stopped as expected.

He leaned close to Michiko's ear and said a few words, and after getting an affirmative answer, he hugged Michiko by the waist and walked quickly to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the thick curtains have already been drawn to both sides and fixed with ropes, and the sun shines through the hollowed-out white gauze curtains onto the floor and bed.

As the breeze blew, spots of light began to flow, like water waves passing by the two intertwined figures on the bed, jumping lightly on their bodies.

The round fingertips tightened impatiently, grabbing the soft bed sheet, but felt that this was not enough, and rubbed upwards, turning the target to the pillow on the other side.But before that, she was grabbed by another slender and powerful hand, and her fingers were clasped tightly, and she was pulled above her head.

This time, it will not be as fragile and unresponsive as other cold objects. When the five fingers tightened, they also held her back with the same force.

When rushing to the top of the waves, the hands are instinctively clenched, and when they fall to the bottom, they are also loosened.

Consciousness became fragmented with the violent wind and waves, and he couldn't even recognize the faint bell, and was quickly submerged by a new round of wind and waves.

...wait, ringtone?

Michiko turned her head to look at the bedside table, her eyes gradually condensed with reason.

She reached out to touch the noisy mobile phone, picked it up and looked at the caller ID, and was about to hang up first, and call back later.

The fingertip moved towards the red button, but the moment it was about to be pressed, it was deflected by the sudden torrent, and it landed directly on the green switch.

"Kg, I'm Kanae."

Kanae's voice came from the phone.

"Xin Shinobu and I learned some key information by asking other members of the Ghost Killing Team. We plan to investigate further...we will be back in Tokyo in about two or three days."

"...Okay." Michiko hammered a certain culprit with the other hand, while adjusting her voice, she replied, "We'll talk about it in detail when you come back—uh..."

Another wave of violent wind and waves hit, and Michiko almost couldn't hold the phone steady with a trembling hand.

"...kg, what's wrong with you?"

Even though she tried her best not to make any strange noises, the obviously abnormal shaking of her voice aroused the doubts of Kanae on the phone.

Michiko gave Dazai a hard look, and then found a random reason to reply to Kanae: "...it's okay...um...it's just constipation."

As soon as the words came out, before Kanae on the phone could respond, Dazai's muffled laughter wafted from Michiko's neck.

If Michiko hadn't wittily opened up a small sanctuary to cut off the transmission path between the laughter and the mobile phone, her fame would have been completely ruined just now.

"...Then you can do your work first, and wait until I return to Tokyo to see if there is any suitable medicine for constipation." After finishing speaking, Kanae hung up the phone on her own initiative.

Look

When the screen went dark, Michiko immediately threw the phone aside, and started to go back to Dazai to settle the score.

"Smile, smile...you just know how to laugh! Don't look at who did the good deeds!" Michiko put her hands on Dazai's shoulders, and even used the power of the king, and she would be ashamed if she didn't lift the person from her body. The posture of not giving up.

"Wait a moment...wait a moment, Qianzi! ——I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself."

Hearing that Michiko stopped pushing back, but she didn't withdraw her strength immediately.

"I just suddenly thought, if we are all old in the future and suffer from various serious and minor illnesses, will we dislike each other? Anyway, I will not dislike Qianzi. Even if I have to take care of Qianzi throughout the whole process of eating, going to the toilet and bathing, I It's totally fine."

Michiko: ...

Although she was very moved, why did she have an indescribable and strange feeling?

At the moment when Michiko was distracted, Dazai seized the opportunity to lean down and took away her sanity with actions, preventing her from thinking about other issues.

The storm swept across the sea again, and the huge waves raised brought the small boat high into the sky, pushing it toward the center of the storm one by one.There was no knock on the door or the bell of the phone turned into thunder to intercept, the swaying boat successfully passed through the center of the storm and sailed into the harbor that had been separated for seven years.

……

Full of warmth and desire.

Sometimes, it makes sense the other way around.

After a strenuous exercise, Michiko took Dazai out of bed after resting for a while, then threw the dirty clothes and sheets into the washing machine, and went downstairs to make some snacks.

The TV in the living room was still on, and the program had changed from the morning news to the rerun of the TV series from the day before yesterday.

Michiko didn't bother to turn off the TV, and went straight into the kitchen.

She casually took the remaining quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, threw them into the boiling pot, and simply finished two servings of dim sum.

"Well... it's stuck in crab meat."

Sitting in the restaurant, Dazai picked up the dumpling and took a bite, admiring without hesitation: "Qianzi's craftsmanship is really good, everything is so delicious."

Michiko glanced at him with a smile: "These are quick-frozen dumplings, and I'm only responsible for cooking them."

"That's the same." Dazai smiled indifferently, "As long as it passes through Qianko's hands, any food will become delicious."

Anyway, I can’t talk about Dazai, so Michiko didn’t answer, but mentioned another thing: “I’m going to the Ozhu Tower in a while, and you have to solve your own lunch. You can eat it outside or at home, the refrigerator There are ingredients."

"Huh? Isn't Qianzi going to take me with you?"

Michiko nodded and said affirmatively: "I trust you, but it doesn't mean that my clan members also trust you. You are still a Hong Kong gangster cadre, so you have to avoid suspicion a little bit, so as not to cause trouble."

The tone is gentle and the attitude is moderate, but there is no room for negotiation.

Today's headline of "Supernatural People Daily": Shocked!Suffering from constipation, the king of gold actually moved his office to the toilet!In the end, will the leader of Hong Kong and black be the first to die on the bed, or the king of gold to die in the toilet first? !