flstandardbreds Chapter 349 I am Suzuki Kazu
Chapter 349 I am Suzuki Kazu
2018年6月18日，夜晚7点55分。
Holding the osmanthus wine that I bought with the 30,000 yuan borrowed from Yidizhi, I stood under a tree not far from the restaurant and thought carefully.
Nanami had classes in the morning, and after get off work, he went back to his home and never came to school again.
The afternoon class is Huihara.
Although he is the second-grade class teacher, in fact, most of the time, he also teaches the first-grade courses as well.
In order to cope with this sister exchange meeting, Yuzhang and the others were very attentive and worked very hard, and I just said that I wanted to go out for a walk in the afternoon, which did not arouse anyone's suspicion.
Glass was dissecting the freshly exhumed corpse of a curse master in the infirmary, Mr. Yemo was in the principal's office making dolls, and Ijichi returned to the general director's office to submit documents.
Geto Suguru was assigned to go on a business trip out of town. Although it was only to exorcise a first-level cursed spirit, there was no reason for him to come back so quickly.
As for Gojo Satoru, he was called away by a phone call from Kyuju Yuki. They seemed to be talking about something else. Anyway, he probably wouldn't be able to get away for a while.
To be on the safe side, I wandered around the streets of Roppongi, Ginza, Shibuya and Shinjuku for several rounds in the afternoon, for a full six hours.
During this period, he deliberately created confusion and chatted with several people, even adding his contact number, appearing very suspicious.
There was no movement at all.
So... it's perfect! No one should be following me tonight.
Don’t blame me for wandering around like a neurotic person, it’s really... the psychological trauma left by the past is too deep!
Being followed once, being followed twice, three times is the limit. This time, I should be able to escape the fate of being followed.
I glanced back guiltily and saw that there was still nothing behind me. There was no one there, no familiar remnants of cursed energy, and no signs of being watched. Only then did I finally feel relieved and loosened my clenched hands.
Then I found myself a little funny in the afternoon.
It's really interesting that they go to such lengths to do this even though no one would notice it.
But...I'm not in the mood to care about that anymore.
At eight o'clock, the cell phone beeped and the screen lit up. There was no note, but the number looked overly familiar.
The string of numbers flashed through my mind and I remembered it immediately.
This is Fushiguro Shigeki.
After a slight hesitation, I took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and whispered, "Hello?"
“Come in.” Through the glass, I saw him holding his cell phone, his eyes looking over at me casually, almost exactly the same as the look he had at the Hilton Hotel.
"What are you doing there, like a piece of wood?"
With a familiar and domineering tone, he still deserves a beating.
"I'm coming." I felt relieved and responded unhappily. After hanging up the phone, I walked in with the wine.
He chose a seat by the window.
There were four or five dishes and two ice drinks on the table.
The water droplets on the wall of the cup slid down due to gravity, and the ice cubes rose and fell around the lime fruit, more than half of them melted.
Apparently he had been here for a while.
"Waiter." After I sat down, Fushiguro Shier waved again. After ordering a few more dishes, he said, "Please bring two more cups."
"What do you want a cup for?"
"You don't want to drink the wine anymore?" He raised his eyebrows, tapped the bottle with his bent index finger, and said, "If you don't want to drink it, you bought it as a decoration."
“Oh…” I responded awkwardly, holding the empty cup in my hand, my head slightly lowered, my eyes flickering, but I didn’t say a word.
It’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s that there are too many to say and I don’t even know where to start.
"Tsk." Fushiguro Shigeu first poured the wine, glanced at me, put his hand on the table with his chin, and said sarcastically, "You are usually very talkative, but now you are dumb."
"........" I bit my lip while digging my index finger into my palm. I raised my head and asked him anxiously, "So, you just remember me, right?"
"Yeah." He picked up the cup lightly, took two sips casually, and replied, "Yes, that's right, I still remember you."
"Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"But.....But, why did you..."
My mind was a mess, and everything I had thought of over the past few days was ruined by just a few words from him.
"That's enough." Fushiguro Shige'er stretched out his hand and interrupted me directly, saying with disdain, "You can't explain it for such a long time, like a fool."
"Let me tell you."
"Who is the fool?" I opened my eyes and was about to glare at him, but he blocked my gaze and I could only say reluctantly, "Well, you speak first."
He nonchalantly pulled out a stack of documents from the bag on the seat next to him and threw it in front of me.
Spread out inside was a contract.
"This is..." I scanned the text and stared at the completely unfamiliar name on Party B's signature column. My brows twitched slightly, and I looked up at him with a bit of confusion.
Koyama Seiko...who is this?
"Kong Shiyu went to investigate." Fushiguro Shier's voice became hoarse after he finished drinking. He pointed to the words on the upper right corner and said calmly, "In this company called Yamashiro Co., Ltd., there is indeed an employee named Koyama Seiko. She has black hair, is 1.7 meters tall, has willow-leaf eyes, likes to watch anime and movies, is 25 years old this year, and her favorite pseudonym is... Furute Rika."
The last sentence is very meaningful.
"........You disappeared these few days, just to check these?"
"What do you think?" he asked.
I:"........"
I was so naive to think that he was just copying the original...but it turned out to be not the case at all.
After closing the document that was almost identical to the draft, a dark cloud began to float through my heart again. I asked in a muffled voice, "So... you want to say that you did sign a contract, but it was with this employee named Koyama Seiko... right?"
"Do not."
Fushiguro Shiji's voice reached my ears very clearly.
He stared at me with absolute certainty and said, "It's definitely not her."
"I don't apply for a card, don't top up, don't work out, don't buy insurance, don't need three-no cosmetics and health products, and don't have money to pay protection fees. I'm so poor that I gave a fake name when we met. I narcissistically thought I liked her, so I ran to look her in the eye. After being exposed, I was ashamed and surrendered to Party A in less than half a minute." He took another sip of wine and said lazily, "This girl is Suzuki Yuri. Who is she? Do you have any idea?"
It felt like a bolt of lightning passed through my body, a hot current surged in my throat, and my nose seemed to be blocked by something.
I blinked, sniffed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it's me."
"I'm Suzuki Yuri."
"Oh, it's you."
"........"
Fuguro Shier paused for a moment, without showing any obvious emotion, but just asked me calmly: "Then tell me, what happened to you?"