This young man in a suit and leather tie should be the Nagasawa Keisuke Kamiyagawa is looking for.
At this moment, he had a very bad attitude on his gentle face. He scolded the short-haired receptionist, and his words contained a hint of scolding:
"Mayuko, my time is precious, don't let some unknown strangers disturb me, understand?"
The receptionist named Mayuko was submissive and frightened: "But, he said, he said he is your cousin, Section Chief Nagasawa..."
"I don't know him at all! Besides, do you believe what he says? What's wrong with you!"
Nagasawa Keisuke raised his eyes and his voice became a little sharper.
After hearing this, Mayuko's expression first changed to one of astonishment, and then turned into one of waking up from a dream.
Yes, do I believe what he says?
Why did I believe so carelessly that the high school boy in front of me and Section Chief Nagasawa were cousins?
At this time, Kamiyagawa on the side finally spoke:
"Mr. Nagasawa, don't blame this sister. If you want to blame, you can blame me directly."
"You?" Nagasawa Keisuke turned his head and assumed the posture of a superior man glaring at others with his nostrils, "What on earth do you want to see me for? If you can't tell me, get out of here!"
Unlike the receptionist, he really had no interest in Kamiyagawa, a minor who pretended to be his cousin and dressed in street clothes.
The look in Kamiyakawa's eyes was even a little contemptuous.
There is a saying that Nagasawa Keisuke's first impression of Kamiyagawa was that this tall boy who appeared out of nowhere was really good-looking.
But why do boys grow so good-looking? Will you eat soft food when you grow up?
sad!
"It's like this. An acquaintance of yours asked me to give you something."
Kamitani naturally didn't know what his mission target was thinking at the moment, so he just calmly faced everything with a smile.
"acquaintance?"
"Yes, an acquaintance, Kuriyama Shoko."
The moment he heard the name "Kuriyama Shoko", Nagasawa Keisuke's cold face suddenly froze, but after only half a second, it returned to normal:
"Sorry, I don't know the person you are talking about. You have the wrong person."
Kamitani didn't speak anymore, and reached out to take out a stack of papers from his backpack.
These are not the letters you get from Drowned Ghosts in the game, they are just ordinary A4 papers with some things copied on them.
One of them was a news report, "Sadly, a female high school student at Karin High School drowned!" 》
In addition, there are some messages that seem to be screenshots saved from a certain forum, and some of the messages have been enlarged——
[Kuriyama-san is so stupid, really. ]
[Nagaze is a scumbag. ]
[Obviously it was Nagasawa who asked Rishan to die for his love, but after Rishan threw himself into the lake, he was afraid? ]
"Mr. Nagasawa, look, this has your and Kuriyama Shoko's names on it. In order to cope with this situation, I made some preparations over the weekend and printed many copies in advance."
Kamiyagawa handed over the copy in his hand with a harmless tone.
Nagasawa Keisuke's expression at this time became very exciting. It seemed that he was trying hard to maintain his original gentle appearance, but the twitching corners of his eyes betrayed his psychology completely.
His breathing was erratic. After more than ten seconds, he pulled Kamiyakawa aside and spoke again. This time his voice was much softer: "Let's... talk in another place."
Seeing Keisuke Nagasawa, who used to look like an elite in the workplace, suddenly break his guard, and his speech no longer combines Japanese and Western styles, Kamiyagawa only found it funny.
He suddenly thought of a saying that was humorous but suitable for the current scene——
Mr. Nagasawa, you don’t want other people in the company to know about this, right?
…
White wooden house.
It is an izakaya located in Azumabashi Town, not far from the Shimizu Trading Company building. It is also open during the day.
After Nagasawa Keisuke called his minister to ask for leave, he brought Kamiyagawa here.
Lanterns and Mount Fuji scenery posters hang high on the walls of the store, as well as a wall-mounted TV about 70 inches in size.
Because it was daytime on a working day, there were not many customers in the store.
Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" is playing on the TV.
It's probably a version from a long time ago. The picture is black and white, with occasional flashes of snowflakes, but the lines are in Japanese translation.
"What do you want to drink?"
Nagasawa Keisuke's attitude toward Kamiyagawa changed very quickly. Ten minutes ago, he was looking at people with his nostrils, but now it was obvious that he wanted to treat him to dinner.
"I'm not an adult yet, so pop soda is fine."
Kamiyakawa is very thick-skinned. He doesn't care whether it's a sugar-coated bullet or a Hongmen banquet, and he doesn't mean to be polite at all.
He even took the initiative to take the menu handed over by the waiter.
The dishes in the store are just like ordinary Japanese izakayas, nothing more than skewers, grilled fish, beer, smoothies and the like.
Kamiyagawa ordered some skewers and a wave soda, while Nagasawa Keisuke ordered another beer.
Food and drinks were quickly served.
I have been eating Kamiyagawa's school meals and convenience store lunch boxes since I traveled back in time, so I have a good appetite. I picked up the roasted bird skewers and sprinkled them with salt and sweet soy sauce. It was delicious.
Nagasawa Keisuke looked at Kamiyagawa's unpromising expression and calmed down a little, thinking that after all he was just a minor.
After taking a sip of beer, he started chatting: "Where did you get those things?"
"Online, of course."
In the so-called information age, the dark history of naughty children is all high-definition and uncensored.
And in some almost-forgotten nooks and crannies of the Internet, you can often find traces of information that can surprise or scare people.
For Nagasawa Keisuke, the content discussed in that humble old grave post undoubtedly frightened him.
"I didn't mean to ask that, I meant. Who told you that thing, and who revealed to you my current working place?"
"Oh, you may not believe it, but the source of this information for me is Ms. Kuriyama Shoko herself. I received a small commission from her - by the way, the roasted chicken gizzards taste very good and delicious, Mr. Nagasawa Don’t you want to try it?”
"No need." Nagasawa was furious.
"Oh, then your share will be mine too, thank you."
Nagasawa Keisuke didn't reply. He loosened his tie and took a sip of beer.
Of course he wouldn't believe Kamiyagawa's nonsense.
What information was provided by Shoko Kuriyama himself? Stop joking, okay?
But what gave him a headache was that the little brat with half-hair in front of him was actually much more difficult to deal with than it looked.
Judging from the calm demeanor when he was talking nonsense, it shouldn't be that easy to extract information from him.
"Ahem." After an awkward silence for a while, Nagasawa coughed dryly, "I'll just say it straight, what do you want?"
In Nagasawa's view, Kamiyagawa would come to Qingshui Club with copies of those screenshots just to ask for benefits.
Although the other party was a bit naughty, Nagasawa thought he could handle the blackmail from a minor for the time being.
In any case, the pile of information Kamiyagawa held in his hand must not be seen by other colleagues in the club, and it must not be known to the president and Nagao.
Once the stupid thing he did 8 years ago was made public, everything would be over.
