I'm surviving in a love game

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was walking slowly behind Ayatsuji pedestrians, had already shifted her attention from the sudden appearance of Jono Caiju to the question of who tipped off the news.

Being able to mobilize the "hound", or to be able to have the trust of the "hound", these two conditions alone are enough to screen out many candidates, so the scope is greatly narrowed, and the answer to the question also points to a certain person she is unwilling to face. In the right direction, the screen of the mobile phone brightened due to the pop-up of the information, and the wallpaper of the lock screen of the mobile phone was blurred, but the wave soda in the photo could still be discerned, clean and clear, as if there was no trace of impurities.

Although Ayatsuji pedestrians were successfully arrested, the silent Joye Caiju's smile disappeared. To be exact, the smiling mask used for camouflage was removed by the master indifferently, so his cold and sharp inside also disappeared. A corner was lifted, revealing a piercing chill.

Fortunately, there were not many people on the train, so the three of them found an inconspicuous corner and sat down. Ayatsuji walked in first and sat by the window, leaving Hoshimiya Shiori and Jono Caiju standing in place.

"So, where will Miss Xinggong sit?" Tiaoye Caiju asked.

From the moment Tiaoye Caiju appeared, he was constantly forcing her to make a choice, no, or in other words, until now in the game, Xinggong Shiori has been forced to make many choices, whether tangible or invisible. s Choice.

Although this is a holographic game without the game options of traditional love games, there is no change in essence, but those options are hidden in the dialogue.

For example, now, Shiori Xinggong is aware of the choice before her again, but she doesn't need much hesitation to make this decision.

In front of Ayatsuji Xingren and Jono Caiju, Hoshimiya Shiori's balance has been faintly tilted to one side.

"It's fine to sit here, Mr. Jono won't mind, right?" She said, sitting beside Ayatsuji pedestrian, looking up with no embarrassment in her expression, "It's just the seat. question……"

"I don't mind, Miss Xinggong, don't worry, there is no precedent for people arrested by the 'Hound Dog' to escape."

The train started, and under the bright sunshine that was almost dazzling, the train drove towards Yokohama at a gentle speed.

It's completely different from the mood when I came here, and the pedestrians of Ayatsuji must have thought this way for a moment.

In the quiet environment, Xinggong Shiori carefully reviewed her previous words and deeds.

Ah... It seemed that I was a little too excited at the time.

Originally thought that he would not be such an emotional person, but when he saw that Ayatsuji Xingren was about to be arrested, he still couldn't hold back. Ayatsuji Xingren, who had been under the surveillance of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division for a long time, should have been accustomed to this situation.

but.

Just because of the excuse of "he's used to this kind of life", can he stand aside and watch everything happen?

Just as Shiori Xinggong asked herself, a certain balance was on the verge of collapse.

As Osamu Dazai once said, "You're just on the sidelines."

Then, if Osamu Dazai learned about this, he might take back his words.

She secretly looked at the pedestrian Ayatsuji next to her for several times, and considered her words several times, but the words she should say were still stuck in her throat, after much deliberation, she really had no position to comfort him.

Especially since her current identity is nothing more than a stranger.

A breeze slipped in through the half-opened slit, blowing away his golden strands.

The silhouette of Ayatsuji Xingren sitting by the window overlapped with the silhouette of the boy in the dream with supernatural powers.

An almost daring and absurd idea sprouted from her heart.

That is really not like a dream, just like the real world in the past.

Sensing Hoshimiya Shiori's gaze, Ayatsuji pedestrians glanced over and met each other.

It's really... very similar.

It was almost evening when we arrived in Yokohama, and Joye Caiju had already contacted the supernatural agents before. As soon as the train arrived at the station, the station had already been emptied, and a group of heavily armed soldiers stood guard at each exit of the train.

After handing over Ayatsuji pedestrian to the military police, Hoshimiya Shiori, who didn't talk to Ayatsuji pedestrian until the end, was feeling unspeakably upset, but turned around and prepared to leave.

"Miss Xinggong—"

The sound of picking chrysanthemums echoed in the empty station.

Originally, she planned not to hear it, but the footsteps of the other party gradually accelerated, and it didn't take long before she came to her side. Shiori Xinggong asked patiently: "Is there anything else?"

"There's no need to be so nervous, business is over, so I'm back on vacation now," he said.

Hoshimiya Shiori also knew that he would not simply say these unnutritious things, but she followed his words, "Then I wish you a pleasant rest day."

"I hope so, but this requires the help of Miss Xinggong."

Sure enough, things are not so simple.

"Oh? Then how should I help you?" After the words fell, her mobile phone rang. Seeing that the caller was walking in disorder, he seemed to be sure that she had returned to Yokohama by now, and the time was too short Just right, "Sorry, I'll answer the phone first."

The phone was connected, and the voice of Luanbu was still full of energy. It seemed that Shizhi Xinggong on the other end of the phone didn't know what happened today. He only asked: "When are you coming back? Let's have dinner together tonight."

If the instigator behind it was really Luanbu, then he would be too calm to invite her to dinner without any scruples.

So, it should be my own illusion.

"What's the matter? Just say it if you don't want to." Luanbu's voice was muffled, as if he had a stuffy nose, "It's fine if you don't come back today."

Edogawa Ranpo is like this, he is used to clearing up his suspicions with a few words, as if he is out of the way, Hoshimiya Shiori frowned slightly because of his nasal voice, "Are you having a cold?"

"No." Luanbu quibbled.

Hoshimiya Shiori wanted to say something more, but Jono Caiju suddenly interjected, "I heard that there is a restaurant in Yokohama that makes grilled eel very well. Why don't you try it tonight?"

In an overly quiet station, Tiao Ye's voice of picking chrysanthemums was so clear.

Oops, oops——!

She glanced at the phone, and she was quite sure that the voice of Ye Caiju was definitely heard by Luanbu on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong, Miss Xinggong? You should be fine tonight, right?" Tiaoye Caiju laughed leisurely.

In sharp contrast to this was the dead silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, a chaotic voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "What's so delicious about grilled eel, it's better than omelet rice."

Hoshimiya Shiori laughed a few times in embarrassment.

The author has something to say:

so you choose

A grilled eel

B omurice

Luanbu on the other end of the phone: (angry)

I'm - card - text - la -! (What are you proud of??!!)

But I still want to—to—comment—on—(Where did you get your face!!)