If there were no outsiders present, Miwako Sato would have pressed harder to prevent any shameless words from coming out of his mouth.
This man's face is made of cement, but she is not. Katsuki Uehara, who was pretending to cry out in pain, gently touched the soft flesh of his waist with one hand. He noticed that his girlfriend's earlobes had become slightly rosy, and she grinned brightly with her teeth bared.
"You're still laughing." Miwako Sato couldn't stand being looked at. After all, she couldn't hold it back. She glanced at him and changed the subject: "You have already lost, you know?"
"If you lose, you lose. Tell me, if you want me to do anything unconditionally, I will never shirk it." The playful Uehara Katsumi didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Of course, if it is particularly outrageous Role-playing, I still have to think about it for safety reasons.”
"..." Miwako Sato raised her head slightly and met her boyfriend's gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly and then returned to their original appearance.
His eyes dropped subconsciously, then he raised an eyebrow and said, "Why, can't you do it?"
"If you want to ask that, then my answer is that a man must never say he is incompetent." The old gangster Uehara could not resist such a provocation. He tilted his head and got off the road: "What do you want me to pretend to be? I'll go right away. Order clothes.”
"It's hard to say, I haven't thought about it yet, so I owe you for now." Sato Miwako spread her hands, turned her head to avoid her boyfriend's slightly amused gaze, and pouted towards the cooking table: "Now you'd better put these flours first Let's talk about it after we solve it." Uehara Katsumi's face suddenly changed, and he said directly: "I don't know how." You have already lost, why do you want to be a hammer to find trouble for yourself?
"Then where did those steamed buns and dumplings in your refrigerator come from?" Miwako Sato leaned on the edge of the countertop, tilted her head and asked strangely: "Last time you were drunk, I sent you home, and when I was making you sober soup, I saw that there were quite a few in the refrigerator. There are many buns and dumplings. There is no packaging bag, just a plastic wrap."
"I made it to order at an aunt's house. I used to buy groceries at her house a lot. After getting to know each other over time, I just made it to order. I don't like the kind sold in supermarkets because it doesn't taste good."
"You're such a waste of money."
“Anyway, it’s money you picked up for nothing, and it’s nothing if you don’t spend it.”
"..." Miwako, who was about to refute him, suddenly thought that the money in this bitch's bank card seemed to be from the European Cup.
I picked it up for free. I had to swallow back the words and could only mutter.
"Big dog owner".
"Let's see who is the richest person among you. Even if I sell your house in the city center, I can't afford it." Uehara Katsumi, who pricked up his ears, was very dissatisfied with his position.
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"You think too much. You can't afford it even if you sell me." Miwako Sato threw a pair of gloves into her boyfriend's arms and put on the gloves herself. After pouring all the mixed flour into it, he sighed and said, "My father inherited it from my grandfather. I miss people when I see it. There is no way my mother would sell it."
"...I'm sorry." The look on Uehara Katsuki's face suddenly became serious as he accidentally touched his girlfriend's late father.
"No, it's nothing. My dad has passed away a long time ago, so it's nothing that can't be mentioned." Miwako Sato lowered her eyes while kneading butter and flour, and watched helplessly as a dough was formed and kneaded under her hands: "Top Most of it is just unwillingness."
"Not willing?" Katsumi Uehara looked startled, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Well, do you still remember what I told you when we were in the cemetery? My father passed away eighteen years ago, so I said I understood how you felt at that time." Sato Miwako spoke in a subliminal voice when talking about her father. He stopped and kneaded the dough with his hands much harder: "In fact, my father's death was just an accident. He was hit by a truck while crossing an intersection in order to arrest a suspect who was robbing a bank.
"It rained heavily that day, and the ambulance came very late, so my dad missed the best time for rescue." Katsumi Uehara, who put on gloves and stepped forward to help, didn't show off anymore and just stood next to his girlfriend. Listen quietly.
"It was precisely because of my father's death that the police were forced to interrupt the investigation of the bank robbery. The case became an unsolved case in the archives, codenamed Chou Si Lang, because before my father died, Still repeating the name [Chou Silang] in the direction where the robber left.
"However, the police investigated all the people related to the name Chou Silang and found nothing. To this day, no one knows the identity of the real murderer, and no one knows how my father identified the real murderer.
"In the surveillance of the bank being robbed, the robber Chou Silang, wearing sunglasses, a mask, a hat, and his body tightly wrapped in a coat and a long raincoat, only appeared for more than ten seconds, because the video was recorded after more than ten seconds. It's broken." Speaking of this, Sato Miwako couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "For so many years, I have been thinking about restarting the investigation of this case, but I have never been able to find an entry point. So much so that I was so desperate that I even thought about it. As long as someone can help me crack this case and catch Chou Silang, I can do whatever they want. Tao
"But until this case passed the retroactive period, I still found nothing."
"This case...has passed the prosecution period?" Uehara Katsumi was stunned when he heard this. He still had some memory of the Chou Silang case, but hadn't the deadline not expired yet?
"Yes, the prosecution period has passed for three years." After taking a deep breath, Sato Miwako calmed down and cracked two eggs with one hand and poured them into a bowl.
"As far as I know, there shouldn't be much connection between the pursuit of the truth and the prosecution period."
"?" Sato Miwako moved her hands, turned her head suddenly, and her eyes suddenly changed. Katsuki Uehara, who looked directly into his girlfriend's eyes, shrugged: "I'm not willing to let go of this opportunity to let you do anything. To say the least, you are my girlfriend."
"Don't be brave, be self-restrained." After a moment of silence, Miwako, whose eyes were dimmed after all, sighed silently, and said: "Eighteen years have passed since this case, and all the clues have been closed. "
"What if I could do that?"
"..." Katsumi Uehara's self-confidence was so overwhelming that Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then you can say whatever you want, and I will unconditionally agree to do it."
"Very good, then I'll make a request first. When the case is solved, remember to fulfill your promise." Katsuki Tarouehara rubbed his chin and said, "I want two boxes of five-nut cookies when the time comes."
"Two boxes of cookies?" Sato Miwako, who thought she would hear some unspeakable request, was stunned.
"That's right, it just has to be the kind you made yourself like today. It just has to be a big bowl, an extra big bowl. I have a good appetite." Uehara Katsumi raised his right index finger and pointed at the porcelain bowl in the woman's hand. The sunlight filtering through the window and hitting his shoulders was dappled, and the evil smile was imprinted on her pupils.
"..." Sato Miwako lowered her eyes, looked at the soft dough in the bowl, and smiled silently: "This request is really beyond my expectation."
"Really?" The man tightened his gloves in disbelief.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are really good at arousing women's emotions?"
"Have it?"
"I like you." Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows: "I know."
