Expectation

ah.so boring.

I forgot to pay the electricity bill, and I couldn't watch the TV.But I'm too lazy to go out now, and my mobile phone has no power.

Oh, it's really boring.I lay on the bed silently, and started a mental exercise out of boredom.

Commonly known as selling dumb.

Hurry up to the next day.

I was woken up by the doorbell.After hesitating for half a second, I decisively ignored it, and continued to sleep.

It wouldn't be someone important anyway.

Then when I opened my eyes, I realized that I had slept until noon.So satisfying.I slowly climbed out of bed, slowly washed, and slowly walked into the small living room——

The man with long black hair was drinking canned coffee, leisurely flipping through the newspaper that should still be in the mailbox.

Seeing me sluggishly dressed in slippers and pajamas, this elegant man greeted me gracefully without changing his expression.

"Morning. No, it should be noon by this point."

I froze for a while and didn't know where to start complaining.Why are you so familiar, making it seem like your own home?

I scratch my head.

I guess it was probably a spare key that was pulled out directly from the bushes outside the door.I used to live mostly with coded doors, and I probably didn’t need to open them myself, so naturally I didn’t have the habit of bringing keys.I choked silently outside the new house several times, but followed the crowd and stuffed the key in the bushes next to the door.

Anyway, the house where one person lives is empty and there is no property, not to mention that if it is really a thief, a lock may not be able to prevent it.I thought so with peace of mind.

I hummed without looking away, then walked slowly into the kitchen.There was no electricity, so I didn't boil water, so I took a glass of cold water for breakfast.

By the way, why am I so proficient...(.

"I rang the doorbell and there was no one. The neighbor said that the lights were not turned on yesterday, so I thought you were out."

Me and go out?It's really two words that don't match. "It's just out of power."

"It's really worrying." He flipped through the newspaper, and the Holy Mother said, "Since I'm an ordinary person, I should have some ordinary hobbies."

I retorted subconsciously, "I have it, watching TV. I've been following up on the variety shows on Sun TV on Wednesday night." It was an accident last night, I forgot that the battery was out.

He glanced at me nonchalantly, "You seem to be very busy, have you used the contents of the sim card I gave you?"

I rolled my eyes noncommittally, "I don't like such a fat and greasy uncle. After all, you are also very free. You are not afraid of being noticed by staying in a single woman's house."

"Women? Whose business are you talking about?"

I was choked and speechless, and I couldn't jump in anger like a child, I could only shoot death rays like him.

"Don't worry, your house is indeed suitable for hiding. There are many trees around, and you only live on the first floor. Although there are surveillance cameras, they are in a completely hidden place, and it is difficult to escape if you don't pay attention carefully. And there is no view nearby. Good surveillance vantage point."

I pouted, nonsense.I picked it for half a month at the time.After all, it is a place to save your wealth and life.And it's no big deal for him to know the location of the Three Caverns of the Cunning Rabbit.

And I'm free because I'm on winter vacation after that night encounter.Anyway, I'm really, really super idle.

So that being said, I still secretly paid attention to that greasy uncle, probably the most grassroots member of the organization, living on the little money of the organization, except for pachinko all day long, he is a social moth of mahjong.

The guy who just got used to buying bentos at the cafe diagonally across from my part-time job.I have always been watched by others, and I have unknowingly developed what ordinary people call a talent in watching others and observing others.

"Whatever you want, please notify me if there is any change."

There won't be such a person.It's not that everyone is me, making trouble for the grassroots.They are like little worker ants in a huge organization. For those who have the name of wine, they may not even be as valuable as ordinary citizens.At least the kind of Gin would hesitate to deal with ordinary citizens under normal risks. After all, if they are not sure, they will make enemies.But for these ants, even the most benevolent Sherry probably wouldn't be alarmed.

He probably saw the disdain on my face, shook his head, and sighed, "It's useful to monitor him. You'll know."

Another prevarication.

The author has something to say: Shuichi Akai pretended to be a courier and rang the doorbell at ten o'clock in the morning.

no one?

"Ah, the lights at Suwon's house were not turned on yesterday. I must have gone on a trip. After all, it's winter vacation." It seemed that the neighbor's grandmother who came back from shopping told him kindly.

impossible.This guy is no match for going out.Akai Hideichi hesitated for a while, and said thank you for knowing, after she went in, she watched quietly and went over the wall.

...Worried for nothing.He looked at Cointreau, who was breathing peacefully and soundly sleeping, and sighed, and went out with the electricity bill.

Help her pay it, it's not much, just her lazy bones and poor memory, I don't know when she will have electricity.

Having said that, has her vigilance been smoothed out by ordinary life? So defenseless.Or is it like a dog, getting used to his breath?

"...Pfft." How come.But he thinks this metaphor is a little funny and very appropriate.

///Brother Xiu is a little bit broken hehehe, but after all, everyone is a person who licks blood on the tip of a knife. I think Brother Xiu should still take care of the children

What's more, he is still a very talented kid ww (I'm talking about you Conan)

In fact, this greasy uncle is already a cannon fodder in the original plot

(Yes, I'm about to pull out Conan for a walk

That is to say, there is still at least one year left in the article (.