Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Because of weekends and lunch time, there are a lot of people around Motomachi.And because Motomachi happens to be a scenic spot, there are always a lot of people who come here especially.

But even though the crowd was surging, the speed of that person's walking still did not slow down.His steps are vigorous, as if he has been trained all year round, and he seems to be very good at hiding in the crowd.

Gang Ji followed the man all the way, swiftly moving back and forth between the gaps in the flow of people, his eyes always focused on him.

Not yet lost.

I don't know who this person is. It seems that because there are too many people, the other party should not realize that he is being followed for the time being.But Tsunayoshi Sawada felt inexplicably that this person might be the person who was talking to Keiko Inamori just now.

In terms of time, it is actually a coincidence.

When the coffee cup fell from Keiko Inamori's hand and fell on the table, the person opposite her just stood up.If he had left his seat and headed for the exit at that time, there was a high probability that he would be the one who pushed the door and walked out.

Although the possibility that it may be other guests cannot be completely ruled out. However, the weather should not be so cold that you need to wear a mask, right?

If you wear a mask because you have a cold or are sick, then your walking speed is too fast, and you can't see the state that a patient should have at all.

And this person is also hiding his appearance.

why?

Because the appearance is known by the public, some necessary coverings will be performed on one's face in public.

So, star?Public industry workers who always appear in the news media?Or is it a wanted criminal?

Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned, and couldn't help speeding up his pace again.

Since the last time he saw Keiko Inamori at the place where the tombstone was ordered, he had vaguely had some bad premonitions.

Not super intuitive.

Hyperintuition can only give him a certain amount of information about what is close at hand or what is happening.He just had a pure hunch that something bad was going to happen.

That store is for funeral services, but the customers who go there usually go in for the sake of their deceased family members.When a friend passes away, there are still a small number of people who will host the funeral for the friend.

And as far as Tsunayoshi knows, Mr. Sakurada only suffered some skin trauma, not life-threatening, and Liba and Satomi are also very healthy.Through the conversation with the old man in that store, it can also be concluded that Ms. Inamori did buy something there.

What did she buy?And for whom would they walk into that store?

Sawada Tsunayoshi somehow felt that if he knew why Ms. Inamori walked into that store, he could find out the truth about something.

They have already passed through the most crowded place in Motomachi, and if they walk a little further, they will walk out of this commercial area.

The man was still walking forward quickly, but suddenly stopped in place, and suddenly turned around.

Gang Ji was stunned for a moment, although the black peaked cap covered his eyes, but he could still feel that the man was casting his eyes straight on him.

Sharp, cold eyes that seemed to linger with bloody breath.

Obviously invisible, but these descriptive words jumped out of his mind inexplicably.

Then, Tsuna saw that the person only paused for a moment, then quickly moved and ran towards the extremely long stride.

They know!

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes widened, and the alarm bells rang in his heart at that moment.

He immediately followed the figure, raised his legs, and hurriedly followed.

Keiko Inamori slowly opened the door and got out of the taxi.

When she doesn't go to the market to buy ingredients or pick up her daughter, she will dress herself up to look more capable.At this time, she was walking towards a hospital in black shoes with not too high heels, and she was wearing a long black dress with no patterns but a beautiful pattern.

She carried her handbag all the way into the main entrance of the hospital.

Probably because her expression was not very good, and her face was very pale, and even the staff of the hospital asked her if she needed help.

She thanked the staff very politely and said that she didn't need it, then she searched for the elevator all the way to the ward where her fiance was.

When Keiko Inamori opened the door, she caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the hospital bed peeling an apple.

The fruit knife was turning flexibly in the rough hands of the man who could not get rid of the gun cocoon. He rotated and cut off the apple's skin at a perfect angle. The peel fell aside without breaking from the end to the end. In the iron pan of small garbage.

The moment he saw Keiko Inamori coming in, the calm man immediately showed a faint smile: "You're here, Keiko."

Keiko Inamori stood at the door and nodded, then walked to the stool beside Isamu Sakurada's bed.

She put down the bag in her hand and began to look at the man who had just entered the hospital a few days ago.

"How is the injury?" She saw the man split the apple in two and handed her half of it, but she shook her head and refused.

"It's all skin trauma." The man looked a little disappointed, he withdrew his hand, and continued: "Actually, I can leave the hospital right now, but the hospital wants me to stay for a few more days."

"Then stay for a few more days." Keiko Inamori said, "The body always comes first, don't make a mistake because of a momentary negligence."

With the care of his fiancee, the haze on the man's face at first seems to have disappeared.He nodded and responded, "You're right. Let's stay for a few more days."

Then, this white ward fell into an excessive silence.

Keiko Inamori didn't speak, and Isamu Sakurada had to find something to say.

He has always been not good at words, and he always does more than he says. He observed his fiancée for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the woman's dark attire.

"When I saw you in the past few days, you were all wearing black clothes." Sakurada said. "Is it more popular to wear it like this now? Let's go to the clothing store and have a look after I get out of the hospital?"

The woman sitting opposite lowered her eyes slightly, her slightly curled eyelashes fluttering for a moment.

She folded her hands on her lap, and she didn't seem to hear what the person on the hospital bed said, and she looked completely worried.

"Keiko?" Sakurada whispered again.

The woman immediately came back to her senses, she stared slightly, as if she was frightened, her face was full of fear.

"Keiko, what's wrong with you?" Isamu Sakura frowned, his voice lowered.

The woman restrained her expression, as if she had made an extremely important decision, she frowned slightly, her eyes were extremely solemn: "A Yong, I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

Keiko Inamori opened and closed her lips slowly, and maintained a flat tone as she narrated a story: "Eight years ago, in that fight to the death with another cadre, a child was unfortunately involved."

"Do you remember, what was that child's name?"

Isamu Sakurada was stunned for a moment, his face that was always calm in the past showed strong surprise.He looked at the opposite woman blankly, and opened his mouth slightly.

He thought for a moment, and really began to recall the long-awaited events.

The smell of gunpowder smoke from the explosion, the salty rust smell, the gushing blood, the pain of a woman when she was shot, and the children who ran desperately.

What is that child's name?

It was a girl with beautiful black hair, wearing the uniform of kindergarten children and a bright yellow round cap on her head.

He clearly remembered that after learning of the tragic death of the girl, he anonymously sent a large sum of money to the family.But later, when he passed by the post station one time, he saw that the package was returned intact. The post station suffered from the fact that the person who sent the package did not leave detailed identity information, so the package has been shelved in the station.

Then, with a vague impression, he set off to visit the family.In that house, a woman dressed in black was crying at the portrait, with a short girl standing beside her.

and then?

Then what happened?

It was as if his memory had been truncated, and he had no memory of what happened afterwards.But what is certain is that he has made what he thinks is the most perfect compensation for the family and the woman who knelt down and cried loudly.

But what is that compensation?

The face of the dead girl was blurred, and he tried to recall, but couldn't recall any details.And the woman who was on the verge of collapse, and the girl standing next to her, he also couldn't remember the slightest appearance.

So is the name.

Thinking about it carefully, the address of this family is also the same.

I can't remember all of them.

Isamu Sakurada raised his hand and held his forehead in disbelief.He pondered for a moment, like Caton's robot, raised his neck little by little, and looked at the woman sitting beside him again.

"Keiko, why are you asking this?" His voice became weak.

"I'm curious how that family is doing now." The woman smiled at him.She stretched out her white hands, which were much smaller than the man's, and gently held the other's palm.

"Aren't we getting married soon? I will be your wife soon." Keiko Inamori lowered her eyelashes, the smile on her face remained unchanged, "If possible, I would like to go with you to meet that household People."

Sakurada was speechless for a moment.

"No need, Keiko." He shook his head and continued, "I think that family is no longer in Yokohama."

"As for the wedding." He frowned again, and the creases between his brows lasted for a long time. "Do you want to postpone it for a while? You know, Ric was just attacked last night, I'm afraid."

The woman raised a finger with full and round nails, and gently pressed it against his lips.

Sakurada Isamu's words came to an abrupt end.

"Just come on the appointed day, Ayong." The woman frowned, her voice soft, "I can't wait until the wedding day."

The man in the hospital bed showed an almost moved expression.He interpreted it as that this woman couldn't wait to become a real husband and wife with him, even her big and burly body seemed to tremble slightly.

He stretched out his powerful arms and directly embraced the woman's slender body.

The woman who was dressed in pitch black, as if she was about to go to someone's funeral, didn't raise her arms to hug her back.She rested her chin on his broad shoulders, and the smile faded away.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

The author has something to say: There should be another chapter, I will try to post it before twelve o'clock