An old police officer in his fifties rode his bicycle slowly and stopped not far from Dior's house.

He was neatly dressed, even if he was old, he was still in good spirits, and there was a little bit of perseverance in his eyes.

After parking the car in the garage, the old officer relaxed and yawned.

After working all day, he already felt tired, but he was extremely self-disciplined and didn't want others to see his tiredness.

"That guy is"

When he saw the front of the old police officer, Angelo was stunned, his face gradually became hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was surprised and delighted.

"Oriental

I've been keeping an eye on the target all this time, I really didn't expect to meet you here, Oriental Patrol!

The last time we saw each other was when I was 12 years old, and I miss it!

Speaking of which, I'm really lucky that the goal and you can solve it together! ”

At the same time, Dior turned his head slightly and glanced through the window in the study on the second floor.

This guy has been staring at him for days, and it looks like he needs to be disposed of.

Naturally, Dio has noticed this sneaky man for a long time, but he has been busy laying the foundation with Yoji Hongcun in the past few days, and he has no time to deal with it.

This man is the one who used a stand-in to possess someone else's body in the supermarket a few days ago and experience the joy of sin.

The identical stand-in surrounds him from time to time, which is really bold, and it actually shows off the stand-in so grandly.

With Dior's eyesight, it was easy to see everything he was moving from here, and he didn't even need a telescope.

"Oh? Shifting the target? ”

Angelo slipped down from the tree quietly, although it was not far away, but he didn't think that Dio could spot him, ordinary people would not have such good eyesight, and when doing their own things, they didn't have the energy to pay attention to things outside the room.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was passing by, he simply shifted his position and found a place to hide next to Dongfang's house.

However, all this was taken into Dior's eyes, and he keenly noticed the sign at the door of this house, which said the word "East".

The home of Oriental Suke?

All kinds of events are linked together, and the busy Dior only then remembered the matter of Dongfang helping his family.

"I see, instead of targeting Dongfang Zhansuke, he targeted me.

It just so happened that Dongfang's family was also nearby, and I remembered that he seemed to have a grudge against Dongfang's grandfather, so it was no wonder that he attracted attention.

By the way, what's this guy's name? ”

Dio frowned, trying to think about it, and after a long time, he still gave up searching for memories.

Time is too long, and it is considered a good memory to be able to remember the general event, how can you remember the specific name.

"Forget it, I still seem to owe Dongfang Zhansuke money for a pair of clothes, go pay it back, and I can visit the neighbors too."

Dior got up, washed off the sweat after the practice, picked out some snacks, and carried a fruit basket, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was neatly groomed, which was very solemn.

These are all added in the past few days, and Dior's requirements for foreign objects are naturally high, otherwise it will be enough to go to great lengths to create any forces, and it will be enough to eat yourself.

Not only did he have to eat and dress well, but he also had endless wealth for himself to squander.

People don't have it, just go to be an ascetic.

Dior relived his life, and naturally he would no longer experience the life of poverty.

It is too stupid not to use it if you have the conditions, but to give it up.

But Dio will not laugh at those who look stupid, everyone has their own yardstick in their hearts, as long as it does not disturb him to enjoy life, then what others do is none of his business.

Christian Dior rarely found his time to pay a visit.

Among Japan's neighbors, there seems to be a habit of this, and Dior has found a good excuse for his actions.

He has been dealing with some acquisitions with Yoji Hongcun these days, as well as setting up a factory, which is >>

All of them need to open the joints, which takes a lot of energy.

So even if he bought this house, he only came to rest at night, and he didn't notice that Dongfang Hansuke's house was opposite him.

But this is normal, Duwang Town is so big, just a small town, not to mention in memory, Dior also remembers that the Hongcun family and the Dongfang family are not far away.

"By the way, we can get rid of this guy later."

Approaching dusk, Dongfang Yusuke also returned home early.

His classes are not very intense, and Dongfang Yusuke has not joined any clubs for the time being, and even if he does, it is time to go home.

"Don't move!"

Dongfang Ryohei took advantage of his grandson's concentration on playing video games, quietly touched his back, suddenly clasped his neck, and pointed a gun at Dongfang Suke's temple.

The tone is serious, not at all like a joke.

Shosuke was taken aback, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hey, grandpa, why did you bring the gun home, this thing really can't be used for jokes!"

"Help, have you done your homework, I'll see you playing a game as soon as I come back!"

Dongfang Ryohei pressed his gun against his head, and with a slight force, he pushed the head of the battle to the other side.

"He also said that you would study hard, and you didn't look like you were paying attention at all!"

"It's done, it's done! I'm really done, I've just started playing, don't believe you ask Mom! ”

Shosuke shouted loudly with a nervous face.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the shout of the suke, Dongfang Pengzi wore an apron, held a plate, turned his body sideways, and looked at the grandfather and grandson.

"It's okay, just kidding with Tsusuke."

Since Zhansuke said so, Dongfang Ryohei naturally wouldn't really ask his daughter.

He watched his grandson grow up, and he knows and trusts Hansuke's personality very well, and Hansuke is not the kind of bad boy who can lie and deceive people.

Seeing that his grandson was really frightened, he withdrew his hand and laughed

"Aha, this is a model gun, Zhansuke, look at you scared like that, this week's scary game, I won!"

Dongfang Liangping pulled the trigger, and sure enough, nothing was shot except for the sound of plastic collision.

"I'm so old and so fun-loving."

Dongfang Tomoko shrank back and continued to prepare dinner.

"Okay, good, you won."

Dongfang Hansuke refocused on the game, and was playing heartily, he was too lazy to play with the old child.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, and Dongfang Liangping, who had only been resting for a few minutes, turned around.

When is it, and people are still coming to the door?

"When did this guy come over?"

Angelo pulled out the dinner he had prepared from his arms, opened his mouth wide, bit down on the next piece, and chewed hard, the blood-red sauce sticking to the edge of his lips.

I had been paying attention to the situation of the Dongfang family just now, and I didn't notice the arrival of Dior at all.

"Oh, neighbors, does this gringo also understand Japanese etiquette?"

He found the gift that Dio was carrying.

"Who?"

Dongfang Liangping complained in a low voice, a little unhappy, it's time to have dinner, and he really knows how to choose the time.

However, he got up anyway and took a look at the situation through the cat's eyes, and found that it was a tall foreign man with blond hair and red eyes with a faint smile.

Dressed in a formal suit and carrying something in his hand, there should be no malice.

With his years of experience, Dongfang Ryohei judged so.

So he opened the door and asked

"May I ask who you are?"

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