[Comprehensive] Confession Mask

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It was already late at night when Nakahara Nakaya brought Yuka Mishima back to his high-end apartment.

This really shouldn't have taken so much time, if it wasn't for Mishima Yusae who said that he didn't bring any daily necessities to live in the hotel, he would definitely be fine. Take her to the convenience store in the community where she lives and do a sweep.

And that guy didn't just buy daily necessities, but also bought a lot of snacks from Japanese convenience stores, and emptied his cash!

And then... on such a tiring overtime night, the order of bathing is still Mishima Yuki-san!

He swears that he is the most disgusted with this kind of personality that goes his own way, just like his past trash partner is too shitty to dominate.

"Wow, Mr. Zhongyuan's apartment is really beautiful. The floor-to-ceiling windows can overlook the entire sea, and the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room can take in most of Yokohama's attractions. Mr. Zhongyuan, what are you... an invisible rich man?!"

"How is it possible! Speaking of you, you can't take a bath anymore, if you don't go in, I'll be the first!"

"I'll wash, I'll wash!" Yumi Mishima stuck out her tongue cutely, and hopped into the brightly lit bathroom—and soon, the sound of splashing water came from inside, giving a Zhong Ye, who was tired all the way, also had a rare peace.

Nakahara Zhong also took off his precious black suit cap, stretched out his hand to straighten the drooping ponytail at the back of his head, and took off his cramped suit jacket, just about to take off his shirt habitually , and remembered that there was an extra woman in the room at the moment, so he couldn't take off his clothes indiscriminately.

"Tch, it's really troublesome..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue, thought for a moment, and just resigned himself to picking up the garbage in the house and the traces of his life that he didn't want to be seen by strangers, including his dirty clothes next to the sofa, and the soot that was not cleaned crock, open magazines, unwashed dishes after eating last night, and my own cup...

No matter how unwilling he was, Nakaya finally cleaned up the house properly before Yusae Mishima came out of the bath.

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"Ah, why is everything different after taking a shower? Mr. Zhongyuan, are you some housework elf?"

About half an hour later, Mishima Yusao, who had put on new clothes, came out of the bathroom stepping on a pair of slippers, wearing a towel and wiping her wet long snow-white hair.

And Zhong, who was about to finish a cigarette, raised his eyes impatiently, and looked in the direction of Mishima Yukao: "If it wasn't for your sudden arrival...cough."

However, Chuya Nakahara paused unnaturally before he could finish his sentence—after all, he was too lacking in consideration for all this, and Yusae Mishima looked really bad at the moment.

Because the current one is Yusae Mishima who just came out of the bath, it can be said to be an SSR.

Her skin is as fair and smooth as a freshly peeled egg, and her skin is slightly flushed. With her slightly curly, wet hair and her cuteness in a simple, large-size black t-shirt, let’s not say that she is very tall. Beautiful, the fresh picture of just getting out of the bath is not something ordinary men can bear.

"Oh, why are you staring at others, now you have no makeup, you are very shy—"

"What the hell are you talking about..." Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at her, it's impossible for this woman to know that she is good-looking, right?Thinking of this, Zhong put out the cigarette butt in front of her, then rubbed his hair: "Also, I told you to call me Zhong, right?"

Almost all his work partners call him Zhongya, like she always calls her surname plus honorifics, and he can't understand it several times—since she is the object of cooperation in the future, she calls him "Mr. Zhongyuan" again. It will be awkward.

Zhong also thought about it and got up from the sofa helplessly, picked up the bathing utensils he had prepared, and crossed Mishima into the bathroom.

And Mishima looked at the mission documents scattered on the coffee table in Nakaya, and smiled again: "Yes, Mr. Nakaya, speaking of just now...you broke a plate while washing the dishes, right?"

"Yes... yes, that's right! You are annoying!"

After Zhong Ye said that, he closed the door of the bathroom angrily. It would be good if a big man can clean it. What does the mocking smile on that woman's face mean? !

If it weren't for the mission given by the boss, he really wouldn't have allowed this woman to step into his house!

Feeling irritable, Zhong Yuanzhong was also in chaos because a woman came to his home. After cursing in his heart, he turned his shaggy head away, and the sound of water splashed over him again, gradually calming down his messy thoughts.

Then, he sighed helplessly.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is Boss talking about... and the red cloak I saw before heading to the base today."

The warm bath water flowed down from Nakahara Chuya's head. He organized his thoughts and took a bath. When he left the living room, he saw Mishima Yukashi eating the snacks she bought from the convenience store while watching Mori Ogai gives her a report of an attack by the Port Mafia.

So, he brushed his hair and walked around behind Mishima Yuki, and glanced at the information in her hand.

At first glance, it looks the same as the one he got.

So, Zhong sat beside her calmly, opened his eyes and wanted to light a cigarette again—speaking of which, he didn't have the habit of smoking at first, and he only smoked when he was troubled, but until When Mishima Yusae came, he always made this action subconsciously: "So, do you know what the event the boss is talking about? During this period of time, the enemy is elusive. What should we do to track down those 'monsters'? ?”

And Yuka Mishima blinked at Chuya Nakahara, who was smoking next to her, stretched his legs and crawled up to him on the sofa, and then took the cigarette butt away from his hand: "Mr. , Smoking is not good for your health."

Zhong Yuan was also planning to complain, but after seeing the duangduang swaying spring light under the woman's open neckline, he blushed and turned his head away, coughing as if he hadn't seen anything.

... This, this terrifying and defenseless woman!

And Mishima blinked his eyes, and it took a while to realize that his dress and movements seemed a bit inappropriate, so he pulled up his collar with a smile, and then couldn't help but pull away from Nakahara Nakaya, who was not used to women. Distance, then smiled softly.

"What are you laughing at!" Zhong also scolded her angrily.

"Mr. Chuya is so easy to understand, very cute."

Mishima frowned from Sae's eyebrows, then turned his head away, propped his chin to put down the document, and then looked at the scenery outside Nakaya's window. A round of moon hung high above the Yokohama seaside, and the pure white color seemed to be In an instant, there was a touch of blood red.

Mishima's heart skipped a beat, and then she stood up from the sofa and walked to the French window to look up at the sky outside.

The snow-white moonlight spread evenly on her body, and through her silver-white hair, intertwined with a gentle light like tulle.

Zhong also couldn't help it, and once again looked at the girl's back and lost his mind.

However, at this time, Yusao Mishima was facing the scenery outside the window, the smile on the corner of her mouth had unconsciously changed, she still hooked the corner of her mouth habitually, but her eyes were a little colder.

She slowly closed her eyes, then tied a low ponytail for herself with the rubber band in her hand, and then opened her mouth to answer the first question in the middle.

"...You don't need to do anything, the other party will come to you automatically."

"Huh?! Wouldn't this be too passive?"

"That can't be helped, the other party is too active."

She spoke in a calm tone that made people puzzled, and just when Chuya wanted to ask, the open kitchen in the apartment behind him suddenly heard the crisp, rattling sounds of broken dishes. crackling sound.

At the same time, the temperature in the room plummeted, and the atmosphere suddenly became more murderous!

He turned his head vigilantly, and before he could even notice the bright red color of the moon outside the window, he saw that the pile of dishes he had just washed were all shattered on the ground and turned into a pile of pieces.

On top of the shattered dishes, there was a woman in a kimono with disheveled hair, wet body, and a bloody brocade bag in her hand.

Just like the girl in the red cloak, the woman's complexion is so dark that she doesn't look like a living person, and even her appearance is quite sudden, and she can't react at all.

Was it teleported by some supernatural power? !

Zhong Yuan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Ha ha……"

There was a resentful smile on the corner of that creepy woman's mouth, and she looked at Chuya without any human emotion in her eyes.

"One……"

She dropped the embroidered brocade bag in her hand to the ground, and several fingers fell out of the open mouth of the bag.

The finger... is it the middle finger? !Is it the missing fingers from the corpses of those subordinates in the mission document photos?

Nakahara Chuya's heart stopped suddenly, and he saw the woman in kimono slowly squatting down to pick up the pieces of dishes on the ground, even if her fingers were cut and bled.

"two……"

She was still counting the numbers, and when Zhong Ye was thinking about what to do, the sound of the pistol/gun being loaded sounded from behind him, followed by two sharp gunshots——

"...Mr. Nakaya, you really love to be in a daze!"

Nakaya came back to his senses, and was about to stop Mishima who fired regardless of the occasion. The next moment, he found that the slow-moving woman in kimono had disappeared on the kitchen floor in the next second. The shattered plate fragments floated from the ceiling of his apartment, and it was an attack of falling fragments on him.

The sharp fragments were thrown by the woman in kimono with unreasonable power, each piece pierced into the wood, and instantly destroyed Chuya Baobao's furniture——

And Chuya's line of reason broke in an instant, and he twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped on the dining table with a gloomy face, intending to catch that messy kimono girl——

"How dare you destroy my home—"

However, the movement was a beat slower, and I could only touch the corner of the woman's clothes. The next moment, the woman holding the plate fragments just rushed in the direction of the French windows, and the next second, she flew to the rooftop through the French windows of the apartment. .

In an instant, Zhongye's apartment in Zhongyuan returned to tranquility, even though it was a mess everywhere.

"What should I do, Mr. Chuya, I want to chase..."

Yusae Mishima held the pistol and looked back at Chuya's position. Before he could finish speaking, he smiled again the next moment.

Well, seeing Mr. Ye's angry expression, the answer is beyond doubt, right?

So, Mishima dodged a little bit, and handed his precious suit and top hat to Nakaya—and watched the red figure take the hat she handed over in the next moment, and leap directly out of the window through the opening of the floor-to-ceiling window, Then rely on supernatural powers to lift his body into the air.

The moonlight is bright red.

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