Suddenly, there was silence in the store.

"......" Miwako Sato looked at Shuji Kano quietly, and she didn't sigh until the other party began to get a little hairy. Did you know that I brought something interesting today and wanted to see it? ”

"Interesting thing, what's that-" Shuji Shikano seemed to relax a little, but choked in the middle of speaking.

The muzzle of the black hole was manipulated by a slightly trembling hand, aimed at his face.

"Don't forget, the man you killed was my father who gave birth to me and raised me," Miwako Sato said, holding her second hand on the handle of the gun as well, in a trembling voice. "You...... You know, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, and I've dreamed of the day when I can find the murderer and put him on trial. ”

"You ......" Shuji Kano just popped out a word, and he couldn't speak anymore, just looked at the muzzle of the gun with a dead face.

"Bang bang!" The sound of pistol fire resounding inside the shop.

About a minute later, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Officer Sato casually picked up her phone and answered the call, while her face suddenly changed. "What, found the arsonist on Warehouse Street in 6-chome, Shinagawa City? He was arrested on fire in an old white-painted warehouse? Okay, I'll be right over! ”

With that, she hung up the phone, then looked at the scene in front of her and sighed. "You know, Mr. Shikano, I was going to kill you today."

Shuji Shikano shrunk back in his chair, trembling uncontrollably—several bullet holes were clearly visible on the floor behind him.

"Remember, the reason I don't kill you is not because I don't hate you, but because if you die, life will be worse for many more people." Putting away the empty gun, Miwako Sato said coldly. "Give my share to the security guard, I'm not interested in this money at all."

With that, she got up from her chair and walked away without looking back. And looking at her departing back, Shuji Shikano showed a wry smile on his face.

If she knew what she had done a few hours ago, she would have come back and kill me again, right?

……

About 30 minutes ago, in Shinagawa Ward, four people, a man, three women, and four people were walking down the street.

"Is that hotel really that good?" A girl (Nami, the fourth person they had made an appointment with Fujiwara in the previous case) asked curiously. "Even a battle-hardened man like you?"

"It's mainly familiar, and after all, there are two of you, and it's not appropriate to bring it back to our house, and it's a bit cramped to accommodate four people." Fujiwara glanced at the girl who was talking and said leisurely. "And if there are four people, it will be very troublesome to clean, so it is better to leave it to the hotel service staff."

"It's finally usable, it was really yesterday, and I actually encountered that kind of thing." The other girl who was finger at the same time as Hotaru muttered. "I've never walked at night at such a time, though."

"Senior sister, if you walk at night, it will be too dangerous." Hotaru nodded. "Or, except for Fujiwara, we should all be the types who can't walk at night, right?"

If walking alone at night is a dangerous thing for girls, it is even more dangerous for girls like them who are beautiful but not so good at fighting. Even when Hotaru had to go home after work in the past, she also booked a taxi driver in advance.

"Then why don't you take advantage of my presence today to experience something I didn't dare to try before?" Fujiwara looked at the mouth of a small alley in front of him and said suddenly. "If anything, it's actually closer to the hotel from here – maybe ten minutes?"

When the group came to the alley, they found that it was a long and deep alley, and they could only barely see the lights of the street at the other end of the alley. The two girls looked at each other, but finally agreed to Fujiwara's invitation - as for Hotaru? Fujiwara was here, so she was never scared from beginning to end.

In this way, the four of them turned into the alley together. But just halfway through them, Fujiwara realized that something was wrong.

"Is it my delusion?" He said as he stared in the direction of a fork in the road. "How do I feel like it's light over there?"

"There shouldn't be anyone here at night, it's all abandoned warehouses that are about to be demolished." Nami, who had just entertained everyone in her own home and was more familiar with the area, immediately denied this situation. "It's not going to be a little couple playing here, right?"

"Shall we go over then?" Although he said this, Fujiwara quickened his pace, obviously not planning to be an adult, and several girls were also ready to follow with the mentality of watching a play. "Let's see, maybe they will remember to go to the hotel after we scare once, and we have created GDP for the country!"

"What if they're not old enough to open a house?" Nami asked suddenly.

"Then take it home, it's impossible for your parents to sneak into your room at night to see if you really spend the long night alone." The amount of alcohol that senior sister drinks is probably not good, just drinking two beers before is quite unstoppable.

"Senior sister, were you like this before?" Hotaru exclaimed. "You told me—"

"I didn't know you were so experienced at the time, and I thought you would have cleanliness or something, how could you say it!" The senior sister muttered dissatisfiedly and squeezed the hand of Hotaru who was holding it by herself.

As they approached the fork in the road, a strangely dressed middle-aged man slipped out of it at a brisk pace—a cap, a long trench coat, and a pair of gloves in his hands could be seen in the orange glow that came from the other side of the road.

Both sides fell into embarrassment for a while.

"Huh?" Senior Sister was surprised. "Isn't it a little couple?"

"It's not good," and Fujiwara's face turned cold. "Hotaru, protect them."

Hotaru was stunned for a moment, but still obeyed Fujiwara's orders, and the next moment, the air that had just flowed around Fujiwara also flowed to her, and she immediately understood why Fujiwara was so vigilant - it was the smell of kerosene and ignited wood. At the same time, a heat wave is pouring in from the fork in the road.

This is the arsonist who was rumored before!

"Four people, it looks like it's going to take a little time," the strangely dressed middle-aged man pulled out a dagger from his bosom and threatened them with a somewhat distorted tone on his face. "So, are you ready to die?"

"Oh, you just said 'die,' didn't you?" Fujiwara suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked in the tone of an inquiring student.

"Of course, are you ready?" The middle-aged man didn't realize what Fujiwara wanted to do, and while walking slowly in their direction, he continued to carry out his psychological offensive in a strange tone of yin and yang.

"That's good, since you're talking about this......" When Fujiwara said this, Hotaru had already taken out a short and thick metal rod from under her skirt and handed it to Fujiwara's palm. With one of his flails, the weapon known as the slinger immediately unfolded in full swing.

"Let you experience the fear of death!"