Chapter 52 Drunk Mochizuki

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The murder case caused by Fumito Takase came to a grand end. Mochizuki not only gained the friendship of the prosecutor's office, but also received a reward from the Metropolitan Police Department, which made him feel a little elated for a while.

However, there is something abnormal about Miho Sato, and Mochizuki knows it very well, but there is no solution.

Miho Sato's father died too long ago. She wasn't here at that time and can't help her now.

Besides, Miho Sato has been hanging around her for so long. If her father's ghost is still alive, it is impossible not to visit her once, and it may have disappeared long ago.

Mochizuki originally planned to call Miyamoto Yumi and Miike Naeko over and ask them to comfort Miheko, but they didn't know what was going on, and they didn't reply to her message for several days.

Mochizuki had no choice but to lie on the table in a daze. The female ghosts he rescued were all very weak and needed a quiet place to recuperate. Mochizuki himself still lived in a small single room, and there was no place to place them.

With nothing to do, she had to search for rental information again. Now she didn't have to worry about the probability of an accident, after all, she had no place to deal with the ghosts in her hands.

"Ding dong"

There happened to be a message coming from the computer. Mochizuki leaned over and took a look. It was the rental website where she had left a message earlier, saying that there was a house that met her requirements very well and that she wanted to schedule an interview.

Mochizuki was quite interested in this matter. He immediately clicked on the house information, and a familiar address appeared in front of him, Mihua Town 5-chome.

Isn't this the haunted house with a dead man? It's only been a few days and it's going to be sold?

Mochizuki didn't care about things that were taboo for ordinary people, but it made her feel a little uncomfortable no matter how much she thought about it.

This agent was not kind. The house had been renovated and there was no sign of the miserable state it was in at that time. The agent praised it to the heavens and the earth and chatted with her for a long time, but did not mention what had happened before.

However, the price of the villa is still very cost-effective. It is estimated that the living little boy is in a hurry to spend money, and the house price is very low. Mochizuki thought for a while, and was still a little moved.

She remembered that there was a basement in the villa, which was quite large. It was just right to put those ghosts in it. She just needed to set up a few formations to prevent them from running out, so that she would not have to carry dozens of ghosts all day long. Only a ghost.

The layout upstairs is also very good. If she lives alone, she can also transform the bathroom into the type she likes. The small shabby house is too small and it is inconvenient to take a bath every time.

The most important thing is that a young couple moved in next to them. They were messing around every day. Every night, Wangyue had to wear earplugs to fall asleep. If she stayed there any longer, she would have a mental breakdown.

She stretched out her hand and looked at the time. There was still an hour until she got off work. Anyway, she was often late, so she didn't care about leaving early this time. She picked up her bag and Mochizuki was about to go out, when Miko Sato opened the door and walked in.

Both of them froze in place. In the end, Mochizuki reacted first, cleared his throat, and pulled Miho Sato into the office. There were so many people coming and going outside that it was really inconvenient to talk.

"Well, I didn't mean to ignore you these days."

Miho Sato was a little embarrassed. She usually said whatever she wanted, but this time, it was too difficult to speak. If she had known she would be so entangled, it would be better not to know about it.

"Actually, I have something to tell you. I didn't mean not to tell you. It's just that I've never seen your father near you since I could see ghosts, so I kept it secret from you."

Mochizuki was a little sorry. Miho Sato's father was hit by a car. It was a very common way to die. It was impossible for him to stay in the world for such a long time. He would probably have returned to his ashes long ago.

Miho Sato didn't know what to say. Although she had had a premonition, she still had a little extravagant hope when she saw the Nakado family meeting his girlfriend, but now it can only become a regret.

"Wangyue, come have a drink with me!"

Mihoko Sato gritted her teeth, her voice was choked, and tears flowed from her eyes. Mochizuki was panicked for a moment. She had never seen Mihoko like this before, and she agreed in a hurry without considering what Mihoko said.

So when Mochizuki was dragged to the bar by Miho Sato, she realized what she had done.

The speed was a little too fast along the way, and Mochizuki kept praying that she could meet a colleague from the Traffic Department by chance, so that she could be saved.

But until she entered the bar, she didn't meet any of her colleagues on the way. Mochizuki gave up and just hoped that her wine would be better and she wouldn't do anything embarrassing.

Mochizuki still vividly remembers how Miho Sato and Yumi Miyamoto looked when they were drunk. She is too thin-skinned to bear such stimulation.

"cheers."

Mihoko Sato served Mochizuki wine, and she started drinking. Mochizuki felt a little uncomfortable as she touched her dazed head.

She had already been forced to drink two large glasses of beer, and the bartender handed her some more in small glasses. She didn't even know what brand they were, so she just stuffed them into her mouth mechanically.

Miho Sato now relies on drinking to relieve her sorrows, while Mochizuki can only risk her life to accompany Junzi. Facts have proved that no matter how high your cultivation level is, you still have to get drunk.

Mochizuki felt her face was hot, and there was a fire burning in her heart. She subconsciously wanted something cool to hold in her arms. As for where the cool thing came from, she didn't know and didn't want to know.

Miho Sato was still immersed in sadness when she saw the bartender in front of her with her mouth wide open and her eyes almost bulging out.

"What's wrong?"

Miho Sato was a little strange. The bartender had been courting the two of them just now, and her expressions were very well controlled. She had no reason to find trouble, but now it was like hell.

"She...she..."

Mihoko Sato turned around and saw Mochizuki holding a skull-shaped ice cube in her arms and smiling stupidly at them.

The texture of the ice cubes was different from anything she had seen before. It was a bit cold and biting as soon as she got close to it. Miho Sato's whole body trembled, and the dizziness caused by drinking too much wine disappeared in an instant.

She had forgotten that Mochizuki had never drank. She should have gone to her house to drink if she had known.

Miko Sato looked around. They were only wearing a single piece of clothing. They had no choice but to pick up the tablecloth on the nearby empty seat to block it.

"Actually, she is a magician. This is a skill she has been practicing hard recently. Does it scare you?"

Mihoko Sato wrapped the tablecloth around Mochizuki, as if giving her a big cloak, but Mochizuki sat obediently without resisting.

"Please don't tell others that we haven't performed this project yet. She was drunk and didn't even know what she was doing."

Miko Sato pressed back the bartender's nearly dislocated chin, coquettishly, and pulled Mochizuki out.

The sadness in her heart due to the complete disappearance of her father had long been wiped out by this incident. The temperature in the bar was getting lower and lower, and the surrounding guests began to commotion. Miho Sato felt that her arms were freezing. .

Looking at the moon is too scary. With such a cold temperature, are you sure that people won’t freeze to death?