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The unusual scene startled the two girls, and when they saw the environment inside the house clearly, they felt incredible suspicion.
One is the eldest lady of the consortium, and the other is the child of a detective and a lawyer. It’s not too much to say how much they believe in the results of divination. Judging from the performance in the series, they only use these methods as a way to comfort their souls.
However, the current situation showed signs of collapse in their stable outlook.
"Two young ladies?"
Emma, the fortune teller who was brought to the island country from Egypt by Asakura Makoto, saw the destined person walking into her fortune telling room with a kind smile on her face.
Yes, although she is famous in the divination world, in the end only those who are destined can find the location of her divination house.
Of course, the criteria for this fate are not uniform. Normally, it is indeed left to fate, but when she was short of funds, this so-called fate turned into the thickness of her wallet——
After all, divination cannot be eaten as food. If you want to live a happy life, you still need to be wealthy.
It was the concessionary channel open to wealthy people that gave her such a prominent reputation.
"Come on, please sit down." The fortune teller's clear eyes fell on Mao Lilan. The destined person she was waiting for was actually not the two little ones in front of her.
The reason why they walked in here was because of the little girl with a unique hairstyle.
People who are born with strong luck will be affected by fate in many things. Breaking the spell of the end of the law is just a trivial matter.
In front of the fortune teller were placed two purple lavender futons, embroidered with ancient Persian style embroidery.
Yuanzi and Xiaolan looked at each other and sat down obediently.
Although this experience is very strange, it is here...
"Miss, have you always had good luck?"
After they were seated, the fortune teller took out a standard crystal ball - this was not her magical weapon. The main reason was that the setting of the fortune telling crystal ball was deeply rooted in people's hearts. When trying to fool the rich, they would not believe it without this equipment. Over time, This became her constant prop.
Junior high school students don't have much money. After hearing this sentence, the two people's faces clearly showed a look of thinking.
Sonoko poked her bestie next to her with her elbow, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How about we ask what the answers to the exam will be in three days?"
"Garden!"
...
When Matsuda, who temporarily stayed to work overtime, walked out of the police station door, the sky was already dark, and the neon lights on the streets were lighting up one after another, decorating the night.
He relaxed his tense and tired shoulder blades while walking toward his car in the parking lot.
The parking lot was dark, and Matsuda's car happened to be parked under the light. He got in the car and drove home.
Shortly after he set off, a white Mazda followed slowly.
Driving at night, with the windows rolled down, the evening breeze blowing on your face is particularly comfortable.
Matsuda held the steering wheel with one hand and rested his other hand on the edge of the window, looking casual.
After driving for a while, his attention was attracted by a car in the rearview mirror.
"Is this car following me for some distance?"
The department he works in is the explosive ordnance disposal squad, which does not require constant vigilance like the public security police. Moreover, after personally avenging Yan Er, he has been living at work and has no time to care about other things.
So when the suspected stalker was discovered, the reaction was slightly underwhelming.
However, now that he had discovered the suspicious person, he still cheered up and adjusted his speed while paying attention to the vehicles behind him. Then at the intersection, he ran across the road at the moment when the green light switched to red.
With the driver on the side dodging and yelling, he stared at the car. After seeing it slowly stopping and waiting for the traffic light, he relaxed a little, then stepped on the accelerator and quickly moved away from here.
Most of the criminals who plant bombs are unscrupulous, and the possibility of attacking the bomb disposal police after failing to create an explosion is not low. It is the best choice to leave as soon as possible to stay away from danger.
During the subsequent detour, Matsuda Jinpei saw no more suspicious objects, and then he felt completely relieved and turned to the direction of his home.
Nearly half an hour passed.
Matsuda parked his car below the apartment he rented, opened the door and walked on the road.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a white car silhouette coming slowly under the street lights.
Hey hey, isn't it?
Matsuda rolled sideways as fast as possible, put his hands on the ground, kicked off his hind legs, contracted his lower abdomen, and hid in the shadow of his car like a sharp arrow.
When he heard the sound of braking not far away, he cautiously changed direction and put his head out to observe the situation.
However, what caught his eye was a close friend he had lost contact with for a long time. He was holding two packed lunch boxes and looking at him with the eyes of an old man on his subway cell phone.
"......zero?"
Matsuda Jinpei's voice was full of surprise and surprise.
"why you?"
As an undercover agent, Toru Amuro has cut off contact with his friends since the beginning of his lurking. This time he appeared in front of the Matsuda Formation, it was really a reunion after a long absence.
In addition to being pleasantly surprised, Matsuda saw the white Mazda parked nearby. Reminding him of the scene of his battle of wits with the air, a vein popped out on his forehead.
"You guy, don't make such a joke as soon as you show up!"
"I thought you would at least remember the car I said I wanted to buy. After following me for so long, you didn't even remember it. I'm really disappointed!"
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The words were full of sorrow and sorrow for Matsuda Jinpei.
"You're not a girl, why should I remember you?"
Matsuda Jinpei retorted, but in fact he remembered it clearly, but he just didn't remember what happened suddenly.
The reunion of friends was a joy, and it wasn't long before they returned to Matsuda's home and, at the latter's urging, opened a few beers from the refrigerator.
"Where have you been in the past few years, and I have never been able to contact you."
After three rounds of drinking, Matsuda Jinpei asked what he had always wanted to ask under the influence of alcohol. He did not mention Akihara Kenji's matter.
He knew that as long as Zero was alive, he would definitely know about this. Since he knew but didn't show up, there must be more important things to do.
Hearing this question, Toru Amuro stopped holding the wine glass. After a while of silence, he put the beer on the table and replied: "It is a matter of confidentiality and cannot be disclosed."
Public security matters must not be disclosed to others, even your closest friends.
"That's it." Matsuda didn't ask further questions. He just took a sip of wine and felt a little depressed because of the scene.
Toru Amuro took a deep breath and stared at the wine glass placed on the table. Countless tiny beer bubbles were rising from the glass.
"Jinping..."
He did not suspect that Matsuda had defected to the organization, he was just worried that Matsuda had done something that would be used by the organization.
"Have you recently..."
The question was on his lips, but when he tried to open his mouth, his lips seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds.
After struggling for a while, he spat out the rest of his words.
"Did some bad things."
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