The last time I came, Konoha had a closed gate, but this time only a small door was opened for cleaning and selling goods in and out. As I walked past this summer, I heard a few customers who had been waiting in front of the store for a long time to open, yawning and chatting.

"It's too late to open the door......"

"yes, Konoha is open for too few hours. It opens at eight o'clock and closes at nine o'clock, how do you do business? ”

"Even so, there are people coming, look at me, it's coming at six o'clock. A new advisor came to Konoha the other day, you know? ”

"Yes, yes, yes. It seems to be called Sasuke...... Right? I just don't know what he's responsible for......"

This summer I reminisced about seeing someone move in recently, and it happened exactly after the first Ripper incident! The reason why this summer was so impressed that day was not only because of the horror and weirdness of the case, but also because she was shouted "get out of the way" on the way to Nit Town that day, and after that, a beautiful boy grabbed her by the sleeve, and she still remembered the name of the teenager...... Is it indeed called Qingguang, or Jiaguang...... Something like that.

Thinking about it this way, Konoha's behavior is really weird: obviously he found a half-dead guy at the door of his house the day before, not only was the landlord suspected of being suspicious, but he was assisted in the investigation and recorded a confession for a long time, and even the entire residence was investigated before and after, if it wasn't for the search warrant, I'm afraid it would have to be searched again. In such a situation, the move has to be so loud. And it is a move for new people to move in...... Even if Konoha has a lot of money and a relief fund to the bottom and doesn't have to worry about the expenses, you don't need to think about whether the source of customers will be affected by this evil **, and you also need to consider the mood of Sasuke who was suddenly thrown here, right?

The more I thought about it, the more strange it became, and I wandered around Konoha a few times this summer, and finally didn't come to visit. She didn't think it was time. After all, she is not a police detective, and it may not be useful to go, but she is afraid of startling the snake.

However, the place of Konoha House, she remembered.

There is a saying that the house leak coincides with overnight rain. There is also a saying that officialdom is frustrated and love is frustrated. There is even a saying that it is not a one-way street.

She just thought, she was idle anyway, and if she didn't make any progress, she would take a rest, so the ghost sent her to the downstairs of the Panasonic House.

When she entered, she saw Takasugi Shinsuke drawing, with a brush. Seeing her come in, Takasugi didn't put down the paintbrush, but just said, "You're here." Still dipped in paint, he continued to paint.

This summer is a little embarrassing.

She admits that the reason why she has not dared to come to Nite Town recently is indeed because she has some sighs about the sudden departure of Tsunayoshi Sawada. If one day, Takasugi's shackles are untied by someone, will he suddenly disappear into this Nite Town, just like Tsunayoshi and Lelouxiu...... Then, she will forget about the qiē, whether it is the moonlight or the grass at night, leaving only a regret that she can't even tell?

So, it's good to end it when a qiē is about to start?

But it's not good at all.

Now that she saw Takasugi's figure, she became more sure of her thoughts.

"About the two recent attempted killings in Nite Town—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Takasugi interrupted him, saying, "You're here to consult on business again?" Don't plan to give money this time either? ”

It didn't take even a second for this summer's expression to freeze on his face. This is...... What does that mean? She was still going to take a step forward, but she couldn't take a step again, and what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat.

Oh, yes.

Maybe it's because Takasugi understands her thoughts too well? So, I don't know when she started to talk about her needs unilaterally. No matter what she said, it seemed that Takasugi had a way to get the conversation going. She didn't think about it from Takasugi's point of view once, considering her own positioning, considering the responsibilities and obligations between them......

This summer, Tsunyoshi Sawada spent a lot of money to support him to become self-reliant.

But she didn't spend a penny on Takasugi this summer, even though Takasugi had told her so much useful information.

Possible...... It's nothing in the eyes of others, is it? However, this summer is a small-bellied guy, and she thinks she's terrible, in every way.

"Well, it's a joke." Takasugi said this, but did not look up at her again, but continued to finish his painting.

“…… Ah, that's okay, you're right. The stiff expression on this summer's face returned to its usual appearance, and he said very sincerely: "Give what you give, give money this time." ”

"Oh, that's what you said." Takasugi finally put down the painting in his hand for a while, walked to the side, and took out a palm-length incense stick from a delicate lacquer box. Got to the cigarette stick, took a puff of cigarette and lit it, and put it in the incense burner on the side: "Do you know what this is?" ”

"......" felt more and more unbearable on his face this summer, and now he is just smiling by maintaining inertia.

Of course she knew what it was, it was the incense stick used as a timekeeper. Of course, there are very few shops in contemporary times that will time the incense stick burns out, and this thing is a sharp weapon for retro pretending.

"It burns for about twenty minutes. Do you know, how much is such a stick of incense that belongs to me? With a nervous smile on his face, Takasugi walked back to the table and continued to draw his picture. This summer is the first time that you can enjoy the same treatment as a "guest" in Takasugi: ignore and ignore the answers.

"Well, aren't you unhappy? Did I do something? Jin Xia licked his lips and took a step forward: "Yes, I'm sorry, I've been so busy with work lately, it's that very dangerous case-"

Takasugi interrupted her again: "Machi-samachi, it seems that you don't know the price of this incense." 200,000 is the price of regular customers. Hawkers, with your spending power, the most suitable is letter consultation. But for the sake of your beauty, I also accepted the case for face-to-face consultation. ”

"I'm sorry." This summer, I thought, is he really angry? But why?

Ignoring the apology, he said, "Now are you sure you want to spend 200,000 yuan for 20 minutes to consult me on business?" With a lazy expression on his eyelids, Takasugi casually threw the brush aside, picked up a thinner pen, and dipped it in different colors of paint.

"It's not! I just wanted to tell you that it's been very unsafe lately...... I'm not capable of doing anything, and the police have little hope of solving the case. So, the murderer must still be somewhere in Nit Town. It's dangerous outside, so don't go out lately. I am...... I came here to say this. "The more I talk this summer, the quieter it becomes.

"It doesn't matter." Takasugi continued to paint, casually saying, "His target is not me. It won't be you. ”

"I knew you knew who it was!" A big smile bloomed on his face this summer.

Takasugi sneered in his throat, "I knew you were here to ask me who that guy was." ”

"I said, no." This summer sighed.

Is it too utilitarian for yourself? Only when something asks him for something, he comes to Matsushita House, and he doesn't give money every time...... Is it? Actually, does Takasugi care about this?

"Since you're here again, I'll tell you something." Takasugi continued to draw and said, "Gintoki has returned." ”

"Huh?!" The news came as a surprise to this summer. It's too sudden, could it be that a lot of things happened in the week I didn't come? Is this the reason for Takasugi's dissatisfaction?

"Hawkers, you really like right and wrong, what's the matter, you're interested again? Want to know what's going on? Takasugi's tone was still sneering.

This summer felt that the air here was too heavy, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that there would be a bloody disaster, so he forced a smile: "Well, well." Since the murderer's target is not you, I am relieved. She thought for a moment, took the watch off her hand, and put it on the table next to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring that much money." This one, though, is just a bargain...... I won the prize when I was studying, and my father bought it for me, and if I sell it, it should be okay to exchange it for 200,000 yuan, so I will treat it as a ...... Let's be incense stick money this time. Well, I'm still on patrol, so I'm out of company. ”

After saying that, without waiting for Takasugi's reaction, she had already hurried down the corridor to the stairs.

She hadn't thought about it once to see what Takasugi was drawing. In fact, as long as she takes three steps forward, she can see that what he has been drawing is a picture of a beauty. It's just that both the composition and the color are different from the common beauty pictures: there is only one back in the painting, walking alone in the fine rain. It is surrounded by flowers that are common in classical techniques as a background, but it is not a single flower that represents the season as common in ancient paintings, but flowers that bloom in all seasons are crowded together, which looks a bit nondescript. However, even if it's just a back, you can feel what a beautiful and outstanding image that beauty is. Takasugi finished painting the last peony petal, threw the pen away, and let the painting dry on the table.

And he re-lit the cigarette, walked slowly to the window, leaned against the window and took a deep breath of smoke, until his lungs could no longer contain more gas, then looked out of the window indifferently, and did not slowly spit out the cigarette until a long time later. At this time, this summer's figure is no longer visible. He slowly swung into the room again where the bright light did not shine, picked up the watch that had been placed on the table this summer, smiled, and placed it on the painting.