I'm surviving in a love game

As a result, of course, not only did Munakata Reisi not listen, but after discussing with his elder brother Munakata Daiji, within half an hour.

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was caught off guard, sat in the back seat of the car with Fushimi Saruhiko. During the period, Daomingji seized the opportunity and found a reason for Awashima Seri to ask him to do something to slip away.

"Sure enough, let's forget it..." Seeing that the car was still showing signs of starting, Shiori Hoshimiya said while putting her other hand on the handle.

"pat-"

The sudden sound of the car door being locked startled her, followed by Munakata Reiji's voice, "Miss Hoshimiya, you don't have to be so polite."

Hoshimiya Shiori, whose hands were still on the handlebars, turned her head and looked at the back of Munakata Reiji's head sitting in the passenger seat, her expression was not clear, and a little anger could be found in the corners of her eyes when she looked carefully.

Whether you are polite or not, now she has no choice to refuse at all.

"Then I would like to thank you and your mother for your hospitality."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shiori Xinggong fell silent, quietly huddled in a corner, her head pressed against the window glass.

Different from Hoshimiya Shiori's performance, Fushimi Saru Hiko had already faded from the initial astonishment, and now he folded his arms around his chest and leaned against the back of the chair.

Fortunately, thanks to the presence of Daisuke Munakata, the atmosphere in the car was not too rigid, and Shiori Hoshimiya was able to keep silent and let her thoughts go.

The phone was turned on at this moment, and the faint beep was drowned in Munakata's voice, and no one seemed to notice.

She opened it, and unexpectedly, the person who sent the message was not Luanbu, but Osamu Dazai.

The information is also very simple words.

["The mouse I got ran away." from Osamu Dazai]

Ah, it must be Dostoevsky.

This is also expected, or in other words, the first instinct after knowing that they are arresting Dostoevsky is, "It will definitely not be caught easily."

Not a compliment, but a statement of fact.

["I see." from Shiori] Xinggong Shiori's expression didn't change at all, as if she saw some irrelevant news, she quickly finished typing, and then turned off her phone.

It's extreme exhaustion, not from the flesh.The body, but from the nerves soaked in tension for a long time, the message from Osamu Dazai invisibly pushed aside a corner, allowing the well-hidden burnout to leak out a little.

She seemed to be losing her sight.

Even if she leaves the game, can she really perfectly erase the impact of this experience on herself?

The answer is clear, absolutely impossible.

Because her head was leaning against the car window, Hoshimiya Shiori's exhaled breath sprayed on the glass, blurring a liquefied gesture and blurring the scenery outside the car window.

Following that, in the fuzzy water vapor, part of the boy beside him was also reflected.

"It should be here soon."

Munakata Reiji's words did not specify the target, giving people the illusion that he was telling everyone a certain fact.

The only ones who responded to him were his elder brother and the engine that made mechanical noises when it was running.

Sensing that her depressed mood just leaked out too much, Hoshimiya Shiori sat upright, and then showed a polite but tired smile at Fushimi beside her.

Fushimi deliberately avoided her perfunctory smile, and turned his gaze to her eyebrows and eyelashes. The slender and thick eyelashes were still trembling slightly, and the liquefied water vapor stained the roots of the eyelashes with a layer of mist, making them as fragile as they were at the beginning. The buds that are just showing their posture.

Munakata Reiji's words floated from the depths of his memory that night again.

"This is also a method, but it will be a little troublesome." It was as if he could do it easily.

However, Fushimi knew that there would be no turning back.

Below that, no one ends up happy.

All that everyone, including him, is doing now is pretentiously nesting survivor bias in themselves for no reason and naming it love.

but……

No matter what, I don't want to let go again. The guy who has had the light will never be willing to curl up in the darkness.

This is an extremely simple truth.

As Reiji Munakata said, it didn't take long for Shiori Hoshimiya to feel that her destination was approaching as she watched the scenery outside the car window change from high-rise buildings to country roads.

"Here we are." Munakata Daisuke smiled heartily, turned off the car, and the small car became quiet for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Hoshimiya Shiori and Fushimi Saruhiko who had been silent all the way. There was a smile on the younger brother's unremarkable face, "Get out of the car."

The door lock was unlocked, Hoshimiya Shiori got out of the car as she wished, and stood in front of an ordinary self-built house, with a wooden sign saying "Munakata House" inlaid next to the door.

A faint sigh floated from behind, and it didn't take much thinking to know that it was Fushimi sighing.

"Ah—it's uncle!!" The door was suddenly opened, and two small figures threw themselves into Munakata Reishi's arms.

From the corner of Hoshimiya Shiori's eyes, Fushimi could be seen taking half a step back calmly, with an unnatural expression on his face, but due to the presence of many people, he finally had to lower his head and adjust his glasses .

"Are they uncle's colleagues?" the child asked out of curiosity.

Reiji Munakata did not hesitate, and answered bluntly, "Yes."

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was obviously forced to meet her parents, was abruptly labeled as a colleague, but out of consideration, she didn't expose it on the spot. Instead, one of the little boys asked Reiji Munakata why he never came home When looking at them, he smiled and explained that he was too busy with work.

A woman's voice came from inside the house, and the child ran back into the house from the door as soon as he heard the call.

"Sure enough, Ms. Xinggong is very good at dealing with children." Reji Munakata said, watching the backs of his nephew and niece.

"I'm not very good at it." As she spoke, she was about to step over the threshold and enter the door, remembering Fushimi who was lagging behind, she looked back and said, "Mr. Fushimi, hurry up and catch up, it's windy outside."

After listening to Hoshimiya Shiori's words, Fushimi, who half-cast his eyes, raised his heels.

The house where Daisuke Munakata lives adopts an ancient-style architectural style. After entering the door, there is a small path made of warm cobblestones. There will be no foreign body sensation on the top.

Walking to the entrance, he took off his shoes. Daisuke Munakata's wife had already prepared disposable slippers for replacement, and Shiori Hoshimiya put them on.

The sliding door was opened, and the warm light inside came blowing in with the smell mixed with the smell of food.

Hoshimiya Shiori said "excuse me" in a low voice.

There were about ten stacks of them and the room was filled with heating, and the fair cheeks of Shiori Hoshimiya who was sitting under the air vent of the air conditioner also turned a drunken blush soon after.

I don't know when the topic was introduced to Shiori Hoshimiya.

Munakata Reji's mother seemed to be the first to start, "I was surprised when I saw Miss Hoshigiya, but I thought it was very familiar. I almost thought you were Reji's lover."

Munakata Reji's mother spoke with the gentleness typical of ordinary women, and she was right.

Perhaps for them, it is already a memory so distant that it is almost impossible to retrieve it, but for Shiori Hoshimiya, it is just a few days in the real world.

The woman in front of her once patted the back of Hoshimiya Shiori's hand with her warm palm at the wedding of Hoshimiya Shiori and Munakata Reiji, and said, "I'm very happy that this child, Reishi, can find a lover who will be with him forever. I hope you can support each other to go on.”

This almost contains the last wish of being a mother.

"Madam, it must be your illusion." Putting aside unnecessary memories, Hoshimiya Shiori smiled naturally.

"Hmm... it should be just my illusion." Mrs. Mongxiang's eyes inevitably revealed a bit of loneliness.

The continuous heating from the air-conditioning outlet made her dizzy, and her brain was placed on a ball of cotton, and she couldn't find a point of support.

With his elbows resting on the edge of the table, he seemed to be resting his chin, but in fact he was rubbing his temples repeatedly, his cheeks were still hot, and the heat was astonishing.

Shiori Hoshimiya's absent-mindedness was noticed by others, or the moment Mrs. Munakata expressed her conjecture, the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Although no one else is aware of it, it does exist and is indelible.

After dinner, Mrs. Munakata extended an invitation to stay overnight.

"It's already getting dark, and the wind is strong at night, why don't you stay here for one night?"

"Still not..." Shiori Xinggong was still struggling to refuse, but Fushimi seemed to give up the rejection.

But that was only what Xinggong Shizhi saw. In essence, he was just thinking about her destination.

A sudden phone call broke the beautiful and warm atmosphere, and the heat on Hoshimiya Shiori's cheeks dissipated quickly, and finally returned to normal temperature. She watched Munakata Reishi, who had a calm expression, and calmly turned to her after hanging up the phone. Mother apologized.

"Sorry, the headquarters came to notify that another case of a person with supernatural powers has occurred."

"...That's it, there's nothing you can do about it, come back next time."

Mrs. Munakata sent everyone to the door, Shiori Xinggong bent over to put her shoes on, and habitually tapped the ground with her toes, Mrs. Munakata saw it, and added, "Miss Xinggong will come with you next time. "

Her smile is so gentle, and what she says comes from the heart.

However, Xinggong Shizhi knew that the next time would never come again.

Even though she had already made such a decision in her heart, she was still able to nod in agreement.

Since Munakata had a few drinks at the dinner table just now, the task of driving fell on Munakata Reishi.

After boarding the car, the journey was surprisingly quiet without the multilingual Munakata.

The case of the supernatural being that I learned just now is also likely to be related to Dostoevsky who escaped from the detective agency, but this is too obvious and easy to understand.

In the final analysis, she was just a preconceived influence, thinking that Dostoevsky was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Munakata Reiji, who was driving, didn't look back, and said to Fushimi, "The specific documents related to the case have been sent to your mobile phone."

It seems that after the King of Gold disappeared, the crime rate in Tokyo also experienced an explosive growth, and Tokyo, which lost its suppression, vaguely began to become a breeding ground for crime.

Fushimi Saru Hiko didn't care that he was sitting in the dark back seat, he turned on the screen of the phone, the dazzling electronic light spread out, and the stars fell on his face. After browsing, his lips opened and closed, and his voice Qing Leng, "The method is very similar to the case of the attack on the village prison last time. Of course, the possibility of imitation is not ruled out."

Tunsuo prison was attacked...

Her thoughts drifted somewhere, and she was forcefully gathered again, pretending not to be interested in it.After a few minutes, Fushimi said with a little surprise: "There is news from the headquarters, saying that the criminal with supernatural powers has been captured."

Reiji Munakata was not much surprised by this, his tone only slid up half a degree, "Oh? Things are getting interesting."

"What about the person who solved this case?" Munakata Reisi asked again.

"According to the team members, when they rushed to the scene, only the subdued criminals were left behind, and the rest are still unclear."

The vehicle drove out of the country lane and drove into the wide road. The moonlight became more and more intense, making people's breathing unconsciously heavy.

She sensed it, and her heart beat faster.

This section of the road was smooth, without even any sign before the big event, Shiori Xinggong began to wonder if her intuition had made a mistake.

Looking forward, Munakata Reji suddenly chuckled. When Shiori Hoshimiya was wondering why he was laughing again, the brakes were stepped on neatly. Fortunately, Shiori Hoshimiya and Fushimi in the back seat were both fastened. Seat belts, but the inertia brought out by the emergency braking still makes the upper body lean forward uncontrollably.

"Why—" Shiori Hoshimiya hadn't finished speaking, but Reiji Munakata answered first, "It seems that some people are getting impatient."

After the car stopped, the high beams that were turned on when passing through the tunnel hadn't had time to turn off, so Shiori's vision through the glass front glass of the car was occupied by strong white light, and she covered part of the light with her palm.

In a trance, it seems that someone is walking towards Xinggong Shizhi to meet the light.

Her heart began to beat uncontrollably and she blinked tentatively, trying to calm down the strange emotion.

The man walked towards her step by step, the night wind rolled up the corner of his clothes, and a strand or two of hair was also blown away.

The light was so dazzling that she didn't react until the other party stopped outside the window of the car where she was.

"Boom—boom—" The person outside the car bent his index finger, and tapped the car window lightly with his third knuckle. The knocking sound strangely coincided with her irregular heartbeat for a moment.

Hoshimiya Shiori rested her hand on the edge of the car window, her eyes widened in disbelief, her elbow accidentally pressed the window lift button, the car window lowered slowly, and the face of the person coming into view gradually came into view .

"Go home, Shiori." He leaned slightly, the corner of the light brown cloak on his body was blown at an angle by the cold wind, only Xinggong Shiori was reflected in the forest green clear pupils.

go home……?

How abominable, Luanbu, who seems to be ignorant of the world, always speaks words that touch his heart so casually.

"...Go home?" She repeated the word again, mist formed from her light brown pupils, she lowered her head and blinked continuously, "Well, go home."

Luanbu glanced at the driver's seat, and said in a modestly respectful tone, "Open the door."

With a bang, the car door was opened, Hoshimiya Shiori pushed the car door, and got out of the car very briskly. Fushimi, who witnessed her leaving, dimmed inch by inch.

Is it her home?

She's already made up her mind, hasn't she?

"It's a little unexpected, and you don't seem to be too surprised." Munakata Reji looked at the back of Hoshimiya Shiori.

"Aren't you too?" Fushimi asked.

It should have been known a long time ago, the method he said has no possibility of realization.

"That's true, because righteousness is more important than indulging in memories." Reiji Munakata's answer was still so official.

However, is his heart really as he said, without even the slightest fluctuation?

Either way, the answer doesn't matter anymore.

because……

Edogawa Ranpo, who left side by side with Hoshimiya Shiori, turned his head at an inadvertent moment in Hoshimiya Shiori, and cast a hostile look at Munakata Reiji.

Look, it really will be very troublesome. The treasure that I think is so fragile that it will break at the touch of a touch has long been enclosed in the scope of protection.

"Is the detective agency okay?" When walking side by side with Ranpo, Hoshimiya Shiori didn't forget to ask what happened on the day she was away, "Are you okay?"

Seeing Shiori Xinggong frowning because of worry, Luanbu didn't rush to answer, but unbuttoned the cloak and handed it to Shiori Xinggong, "Here, let's put it on first."

"Ranbu will catch a cold if that's the case?"

"It's fine, just listen to Lord Ranbu." Ranbu didn't care.

Knowing his stubbornness, Xinggong Shiori also put on the cloak obediently, and later heard Ranpo say, "I was caught, but was run away again."

Similar to what Dazai Osamu said, Hoshimiya Shiori raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, comfortingly said: "It's okay, it will be fine next time."

"But even if you escape... there are some benefits." He suddenly said inexplicably.

The two were walking on the crosswalk next to the road, and later heard from Ranpo that the case of the supernatural person was solved by the detective agency.

"I went to their headquarters first, but I couldn't find you. Later, I heard from others that you followed their director back to your hometown!" When he mentioned this, Luanbu changed his previously obscure attitude, and immediately changed back to that one. The childish detective, the more he thought about it, the more angry he even put his hands on his hips, showing an aggressive look, "It's really too much!"

"Ah... ah..." Shizhi Xinggong, who was frightened by Ranbu's aggressive words, took a half step back guiltily, "But in fact, I didn't expect this."

"Huh?" Edogawa ran his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked at Shiori Hoshimiya, beckoning her to continue explaining.

Shiori Hoshimiya, who suddenly felt the pressure doubled, had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.

But it turned out that it was useless to try to reason with the angry little detective, and at this time she still had to have some substance, so she continued the old routine and said, "Does Luanbu want any snacks and desserts? "

He pursed his lips, "It's not fair."

"Huh?" She didn't quite understand.

"I said, it's not fair. As an apology, Shiori should go home with me on an equal footing!"

The author has something to say:

Shiori Hoshimiya: My good guy, can I still replace them equally when I go back to my hometown? ?

As soon as Zheng Gong appeared on the stage, everyone else was overshadowed (laughs)

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