"Haaki, you...... Is the facelift done? ”

"Yes, Mr. Hasegawa, the cosmetic surgery was a success, but there are still some places that still need to be bandaged, which may make you look a little uncomfortable."

"It's okay, it's good to be able to start life again, but ...... Do you have a place to live now? ”

"No, I've been staying in a hotel all the time."

"Then, I can help you find a house nearby, but the salary you are offered may only be the normal price of the main force, after all, you have also seen it...... I'm ...... here."

"Do you still want to rent a house? Wouldn't that cost an extra amount of money? Can I stay with Mr. Hasegawa? The saved rent, Mr. Hasegawa can give me half of the rent if he wants......" The girl opposite Hasegawa stuck out her tongue after speaking: "Just kidding, Mr. Hasegawa can take me in, I am already very satisfied, and give me such a job, I only need my salary, and I will also be able to help you cook and clean up the house." ”

Hasegawa looked at this girl, although he couldn't fully see the other party's true face now, but where it had been exposed, it could be seen that the other party didn't look good even if he had plastic surgery, and he still looked like the girl next door.

Originally, he had lived alone for more than ten years, but suddenly such a girl broke in, which made Hasegawa a little at a loss.

"That...... If you don't dislike it, it's okay to stay with me, I'll help you clean up the other room in a while, and here is some money, you can use it to buy some daily necessities you need, and I may go on a business trip to investigate a case from tomorrow, if there is any danger at that time...... You go to the Metropolitan Police Department to search for a lesson, find a man named Takasaki Sugi, and he will help you arrange the rest of your life. ”

Hasegawa said.

This woman was the same woman he had sat next to him on the Tokyo Metropolitan Ring Line before, and the last bomb was found underneath her, but this girl was very calm.

Later, after the bomb was defused, the girl did not leave her name, and Hasegawa also said that she could come to him in the future.

As a result, the girl really came to her.

And he learned the girl's name.

【Senharu Early Period】

The name is nice.

And this woman, formerly known as Nami Hanabe, is currently a wanted criminal because she killed the director and secretary of her acting company.

"Ah, is it so dangerous? Is it okay for Mr. Hasegawa not to go? Chiharu said worriedly.

"No, I have to go, it's my duty as a detective." Hasegawa lied against his will, he didn't want this girl to know what happened to him.

It was a time of hard time.

After that, Hasegawa planned to help clean up the house, but Chiharu Hakuki rushed in to clean up the house, although it was still very simple, but it was very warm.

At night, the two who are in their respective rooms.

Hasegawa thought about what he would experience after going to the Rose Manor tomorrow, and no one knew about it before, so why did the owner of this invitation know?

But it's been so long.

It's time to wrap it up.

Hasegawa turned over and looked at the tight curtains that blocked the moonlight outside, slightly shabby.

For a moment, he suddenly felt like a home here.

Although it was only a girl living in, he also wanted to pay more attention to some personal privacy when the time came.

But I never thought about what I was going to do to the other person.

But even so, Hasegawa felt that his home was a little more popular.

At least someone can talk to you.

"I just don't know what will happen to me this time, if I ...... To be able to come back alive...... It's all right......"

On the other side of the corridor, it's now called Senharu Hakuki.

Chiharu Saki also couldn't sleep in bed, before Mr. Uemura helped her escape from the predicament, and then found someone to help her with plastic surgery, when she couldn't contact the doctor, she had already guessed that maybe the doctor was dead.

But she was still not afraid, all her fear-related emotions had been thrown from the 26th floor with the two of them there as early as when she was in Kyoto.

Mr. Uemura gave himself a new lease of life, and after he reported Hasegawa's situation at the time, Mr. Uemura said that he could get close to Hasegawa and that it would be better to have a good relationship.

But that's not all, and I don't force myself to do things I don't want to do.

Otherwise, jumping from one fire pit to another might as well be dead.

Perhaps, Mr. Uemura wanted to get some information from the detective himself, but this was within the range of his own acceptability.

A person like Mr. Uemura must also have such a powerful force in Tokyo, although he can't find any identity information about the other party on the Internet, but he also knows that some names will not be exposed in front of the stage, maybe he is not righteous, but he is willing to help his defenseless self, and that is enough.

After the plastic surgery, she had thought more than once that Mr. Uemura's appearance at the door of that room would be premeditated, just to think about himself and think about himself as an intelligence agent.

But after a while, she was relieved.

Isn't it normal to exchange a humiliating past and a miserable life for a new and free life, and an equivalent exchange?

The early years of Qianchun, who are accustomed to all kinds of darkness, have long been surprised.

It's just the second time I came into contact with Ichiro Hasegawa today, and the other party seems to be a relatively good talker.

So she picked up her phone and sent a message.

"Mr. Uemura, I'm already living in Hasegawa's house, what am I going to do next?" Just in case, she asked.

"It's good to live quietly, protect yourself, you don't need to do anything now, get used to your new identity first, I'll look for you if there's something in the future, remember to send me a message if you're in danger."

When Chiharu saw these words, he only felt a warm current surging into his heart.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Uemura."

"Well, rest early and remember to clean up your chat history."

After that, there was no reply, and Chiharu Hayaki deleted the chat records of the local and cloud, and then fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

Night falls.

Tokyo is still bustling, some people go to bed early and wait for the next day's life to begin, and some people still work overtime in front of the only screen that is lit up in the company.

No place will always be peaceful and peaceful.

Undercurrents, large and small, are surging out of sight.

Waiting.

Waiting for all the tributaries to converge.

Converge into a monstrous wave that everyone can see.