This is the real bugger!

There is no need to do any identification at all!

It turns out that the eavesdropping device in the flowers is a fool, which is a familiar trick. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ryoko Fukada suddenly wanted to laugh.

She laughed at herself, she was conceited and smart, and she had a pair of empty eyes, but she turned out to be not only a fool, but also a blind person!

She had never understood Rong Ziyi, and she had never understood him. She had never understood the purpose of his contact with her, and his hypocrisy.

She didn't see clearly, the complex gaze in his eyes hidden behind his glasses. The sincerity and pity she had expected to have, the little bit of mystery that attracted her, that little bit of depression and indifference, were just his weapons. Only the invisible barrier that once hated and that will always exist between the two is real!

Laugh at yourself, racking your brains to find the reason for this failure.

After checking and checking, it turned out that the leaker was himself!

This is the reason why Rong Ziyi returned Leo to himself, and this dog was even specially selected, trained, and given to him in order to meet his preferences.

He figured out he'd take it with him. So, the actions of the special high class, all the secrets of this office, fell into his ears through this small transmitter, as it was, no matter how big or small.

What is he for?

What else can it be for?

He is a complete spy, an anti-Japanese element who is the enemy of the Empire, the object of her devotion to elimination, her real enemy!

And such a person has been doing everything possible to get close to him, flatter him, and help him...... Love him!

He would look down on himself as stupid as he did at the moment!

Every time he comes home after a date, he will laugh mercilessly at his ignorance, just as he will silently reminisce about the illusory sweetness and tenderness of getting along with each other every minute and every second.

How ridiculous!!

Ryoko Fukada's hand unconsciously stroked Leo's head. Thinking she was playing with herself, Leo wagked her long tail and rolled over, exposing her belly in a flattering manner.

Ryoko Fukada looked at it, a smile slowly appearing on the corner of her mouth.

She smiled at its leaning and even slightly stammering gaze, and slowly pulled out the knife in her hand......

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This is a tavern not far from Ryoko Fukada's house.

These days, she often comes here for a drink at night when she can't sleep.

Unlike the Japanese restaurant she used to frequent, there was no bustling Japanese officers and soldiers coming and going, and there would be no Japanese-style music performed by shakuhachi and shamisen. This is a pure Chinese-style tavern, with log tables and chairs, clean and tidy, but there are only a few people who drink their own wine and pour their sorrows without interfering with each other. It wasn't until late at night, drunk that he threw down a few coins and slowly left with a left and right sway.

Ryoko Fukada likes the quietness here, not being disturbed, and the lack of acquaintances here. She wore a Western-style dress and trousers, and she didn't speak much, so no one recognized her as Japanese, and no one looked at her with fear or pity or ridicule or schadenfreude.

Here again tonight, stumbling, as if she had not yet drunk herself. The boss was used to seeing it, so he got used to it, and without waiting for her instructions, he served her two appetizers of meat and vegetables in the corner by the window where she often sits, and then a large pot of warm rice wine was served.

Ryoko Fukada didn't eat vegetables, but just poured herself and drank a cup first. The warm wine turned into a line down the throat and slid into the stomach, but it lost the comfort and warmth of the past.

She took another drink. The heart is still cold.

Leo's convulsive body appeared in front of her. It whimpered lowly, its eyes full of disbelief. With each twitch of the blood, it flowed a little more, spreading out, and the whole carpet was dyed the blinding red color.

It's not that Ryoko Fukada hasn't killed anyone, but even killing didn't make her so strenuous. For the first time, her hand shook and the knife fell. She wanted to reach out to cover the wound, but her arm was heavy, and she didn't have the strength or the courage.

She slumped down beside Leo, not wanting to look at it again. But its eyes were like black magnets, with magical powers, attracting her.

She had no choice but to keep her eyes on it. It would hate her, she thought.

But no.

It looked at her quietly, without blinking, but there was still the usual attachment in its eyes. It made a little sound from its throat, as if it had something to say. Ryoko Fukada suddenly trembled. It looks like a dying man, and it might really say something. And she, just want to cover her ears and not listen to anything. It struggled to lift one of its front paws, as she had taught it to shake her hand, but it only moved slightly. And then, there was no then......

Ryoko Fukada didn't know how she got out of the Ume, but she was able to go home and take a shower, change her clothes, and find her way to this tavern.

She was in a daze and just wanted to get herself drunk. Because she actually had a crazy idea in her heart, was she like Leo, who was kept in the dark from beginning to end, didn't know anything, and only retained love and trust in her heart, and died like that, maybe she would be happier?

Ryoko Fukada drank the wine from the cup. She shook the flask, and it was empty.

She gestured to the boss, who didn't say a word and served her another pot.

Ryoko Fukada knew that such thoughts were dangerous, how could she allow herself to be a turtle with a shrunken head and swallow all the pain alone? It's just that now even if she knows that everything is Rong Ziyi's ghost, what can she do?

She can't denounce him, first, because there is no tangible evidence, and everyone will think that she is hated because of love; The second is that it was herself who finally leaked the secret, and she could not escape the blame either. She couldn't let this matter end up in a storm in the city, and she became the object of ridicule by everyone.

She can't stand that those who are inferior to her will laugh at her stupidity, and she can't stand Rong Ziyi accepting other people's interrogation and insults. Rong Ziyi wants to die, and he can only die in his own hands!

However, she didn't have any good plan for a while, so she could only drink a glass of bitter wine silently in a tavern late at night!

And isn't this bitter wine made by yourself?

Ryoko Fukada poured herself another glass, and when she inadvertently looked up, through the glass window, she saw two figures on the street walking one after the other.

The people in front are in a hurry, and the people behind are also following closely.

And these two people, she actually knows both!