"How's it going, Adun?" I put the hot cocoa I bought on the way to work on Adun's desk.
"Ah, thank you Si Ye," Dun's face looked fine at first glance, but his eyes looked a little haggard, "It's just that I have a severe headache now."
"Ah, is that the aftereffect of singing?" I pulled up a chair and sat next to Atsushi.
"Probably," Dun took a sip of hot cocoa, and the white mist dispersed on his face. "At that time, after the two singers pulled out the earplugs, my whole body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and I couldn't see it. The sun still can’t escape my body, it’s extremely painful!”
"After that, I saw a white tiger in front of me...I knew very well that it was me. I called his name, but then he stopped moving. He was also swallowed by the mire!"
Atsushi's eyes were sunken and wide-eyed. He pressed his head with both hands in pain, his lips were pale and trembling, and he could no longer say a word.
I tapped Atsushi's shoulder lightly. Seeing my familiar colleague in such pain, I could only spin around helplessly, but the taste in my mouth was also bitter.
Dong dong dong——
I raised my head and thought about how my colleagues generally walked in directly through the door. There should be no such polite people.
Then I thought about it, maybe the newspaper ordered by Kunikida had been delivered.
And it happened that Kunikida went out according to the ideal book again, but now he disappeared.
I raised my butt and opened the wooden door skillfully.
Sure enough, a newspaper was lying quietly on the ground. I bent down to pick it up, dusted it, and handed it to Atsushi.
"Here, read the newspaper, there might be something interesting."
Atsushi raised his head, swallowed, and took the newspaper.
I stood quietly next to him for a while, and after seeing that he didn't feel any weird, I dragged the chair back and continued writing a report about last night's events.
"Si, Si Ye..." Dun's voice trembled, like the sound of a piano string.
"Well, what's wrong?" However, I was concentrating on thinking about the next line and didn't notice anything strange about him at that time.
The keyboard sounds were blaring, and the sunshine was pouring down, making everything look even more desolate and strange.
"In the girls' group last night, a girl named Isshiki Sakura disappeared!" Atsushi looked complicated.
"What?" I grabbed the newspaper.
The picture in the newspaper is a photo of the interior of an apartment.
The room was very tidy, with no stains or garbage visible on the tiled floor. There is a bear doll hanging on the desk lamp on the left hand side, and a stack of books are arranged neatly on the bedside according to their sizes.
But if you look closely, you will find that this room is almost terrifyingly neat.
The quilts and other bedding were neatly folded into tofu cubes, and they stayed quietly on the bed.
In other words, Isshiki may have been left that night and never returned home.
What about everyone else?
Why do Mariko and Tokugawa get along well?
Could it be that Isshiki got into an argument with others on the way back?
Dong dong dong——
Another knock on the door interrupted my thinking.
Tanizaki stood up first to greet the visitors.
The person who came was a girl with flaxen hair hanging over her shoulders, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Her upper body is a recent new gradient color waistcoat, with a loose white shirt underneath, and her lower body is harem pants of the same color. This outfit makes her whole person refreshing and soft.
But although clothes are said to be beautiful, in fact, a beautiful woman is still a beautiful woman even if she doesn't wear clothes.
This lady's whole person's temperament is like that of a star, and the nobility in her gestures is something ordinary citizens cannot imitate.
But after I put on my glasses and saw her face clearly, I suddenly felt that the above was all nonsense.
Isn’t this Bagaya Road the Tokugawa Senhime that day? !
I kept making circles with my feet in embarrassment, but Atsushi, who was in shock, the Tanizaki brothers and sisters, Yosano, who didn't go to the show, and Kyoka, who almost didn't watch, didn't notice who it was at all.
At this time, the wily Dazai stepped forward and politely extended a hand: "This beautiful lady, do you have any entrustment?"
I broke into a cold sweat for Dazai, but this Tokugawa's eyes instantly became charming, and he put a jade hand on Dazai's palm: "Yes."
I admit I was grossed out, but I was glad she didn't recognize us.
I walked to the reception sofa and poured two cups of matcha.
"Mr. Dazai." I reminded him softly.
Dazai let go of his hand without leaving any trace and led her to sit on the sofa.
"Excuse me, Miss, what's your surname? Knowing Miss's name must be the happiest thing in my life." Dazai smiled lightly.
"My name is Chiki Tokugawa, um... my friend is missing." Tokugawa twisted his hands together and bit his lower lip gently.
I don’t know what lip-biting makeup is, but I know very well that after she bites it, there must be no lipstick on that area.
"It's a disappearance case, shouldn't we go to the police?" Dazai crossed his legs, obviously quoting.
"Yes, you are right," Tokugawa nodded, "But you must have noticed that I am a singer."
"Oh?" Dazai pretended to be surprised.
"But just yesterday, when my friend Isshiki and I were performing, I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was already home."
"At this time, I called Isshiki, but I didn't expect that her phone number couldn't be reached anyway. When I rushed to her house, I found that she had disappeared."
"In desperation, I immediately called the police. Although the police have been involved in the investigation, I still felt unsure, so I came to see you."
"He'll be searched to death~" Dazai put his head in his hands and leaned back leisurely.
Did you lose consciousness at the beginning of the show? I thought to myself.
Looking back on the reactions of the two of them that day, they did seem to be controlled.
"Miss Tokugawa, is this you?"
Since I was acting, I had to act to the end. I took out the poster Miyuki gave me and handed it to Tokugawa.
"Yes!" Tokugawa nodded.
"What about the young lady in the middle? Doesn't she know that Isshiki is missing? You must have a good relationship." I sat next to Dazai and added a cup of matcha for myself.
"She?" A look of disgust appeared on Tokugawa's face.
"She was forced into our team and attended every rehearsal of the show."
"Is that so? Is it because we are pressed for time?" I took a sip of tea.
Matcha originally originated from the Wei and Jin Dynasties of China. It has a mellow taste and a fragrance that is not the same as that of common tea. It is one of my favorite teas.
"Of course not," the expression on her face became even more ugly, so much so that she didn't even know she had matcha spilled on her body. "She just didn't want to come. Even on the day of the performance, it was the first time for me to hear her sing."
"Well, thank you for the clue," I nodded in thanks, "Now we may go back to Miss Isshiki's boudoir to investigate, I don't know if it is convenient."
"Of course, of course, I have her key with me, let's go now!"
