'Tomorrow night at half past seven, we will meet at the CURE café near Keihoku High School. ’

'Watch out for the tail of the Kornish. ’

Looking at this email, Xicheng's eyes flickered and he fell into deep thought.

What he had been fearing had finally happened.

Third parties are real, and the original owner seems to have ties to them.

But that's not the point.

The most important thing is... Is the original owner a good guy or a bad guy?

The Western Side tends to think holistically.

And now he has two answers in front of him.

The first answer is that the original owner is a ghost in the Guangji Society, and he was sent to the Guangji Society by the organization that sent the email to investigate some things.

The second answer is that the original owner is the leader of the Radiant Masonic Society, who is loyal to the Radiant Masonic Society, and has also gained the trust of an unknown organization to act as a double agent.

What exactly is the position of the original owner?

Am I a good person or a bad person?

Nishijo-style furrowed his eyebrows.

The original owner's behavior of jumping on the edge of the minefield caused him, the time-traveler who crossed over to inherit his 'legacy', was really uncomfortable.

The original speculation of the West Side was overturned by the table and moved to the other side, and now it is about to start re-analyzing.

And the cause of the original owner's death, which was originally thought to be gradually clear, has become even more confusing.

Whether it's the Optical Masonic Society or the unknown organization, one or two don't feel like fuel-efficient lamps.

Did the people over there kill the original owner?

Kornji? Or is it an unknown organization?

This also takes into account the possibility that people on both sides may have an inner ghost in each other's organizations...

Xicheng gently tapped on the table, and after a moment of thought, he raised his eyebrows.

After a period of analysis, he actually preferred the option that the original owner might be a good person.

Because if the original owner is hacked by an unknown organization, then the unknown organization does not need to do this and send a collection email to the original owner.

Of course, the above is just a speculation.

There may be more complications among them.

But no matter what, it is impossible for the Xicheng style to stand on the side of the organization that underwent the original owner.

After all, the other party has killed himself once, and he still wants Xicheng to have a good impression of him... That's certainly impossible.

"It looks like we need to continue investigating."

Nishijo writes down the contents of the email and then deletes it.

He just wants to keep his heart and live in peace.

To do this, it is necessary to find out the black hand that killed the original owner.

You can feel it in the West Castle style.

During his weakest time, it was absolutely impossible for the black hand who killed the original owner to do nothing.

"Let's sleep."

I have to go to the Guangji Club early tomorrow morning.

Things pile up a lot.

It's better to rest early.

Xicheng set up the black gas trap as a warning, and then lay down to sleep contentedly.

......

The next day, Xicheng got up, heated a simple breakfast left in the refrigerator by the way, and after a cursory meal, he put on his personal clothes and pushed the door out.

It's chilly in Tokyo in the early morning.

It seemed to be snowing in the second half of last night, and the sloping roofs of the residential area were covered with heavy snow.

Snowplows shovel snow to both sides of the road, freeing up the middle avenue.

The Xicheng style who took in the scenery exhaled a breath of white air, and was just about to close the door-

"Brother Shi..."

A faint shout came from the side.

Nishijo subconsciously turned his head and happened to see Rina Asakawa standing by the door next door.

She wore a red and white cotton jacket today, which looked half-new, and her small round face was half-curled under the neckline, as if she was shivering from the cold.

She was carrying a plastic bag in the palm of her hand, which contained items such as the analgesic spray that Xicheng Shishi gave her yesterday.

It doesn't seem to be much use.

"This, this is back for you... Also, thank you. Don't know what I can do for you? ”

Rina Asakawa shrunk her neck and bowed respectfully to the Nishijo style.

"......" Xicheng style.

"How long have you waited?"

Nishijo finally asked his little neighbor the first word.

Hearing this, Rina Asakawa raised her head and smiled sweetly at Nishijo-shiki:

"I didn't have to wait long, Brother Xicheng."

Didn't wait long?

Xicheng glanced at her five fingers, which were red from the cold, and then looked at the way she wanted to shrink her head under the neckline of her padded jacket.

He didn't say anything again, just stared at Rina Asakawa.

Belch...

Feeling Nishigi-shi's sharp gaze, Rina Asakawa opened her mouth, and her head lowered again.

After a long time, she replied softly:

"Waiting, waiting outside for about half an hour."

"......" Xicheng Shi didn't speak, still staring at her.

Hmm-

Rina Asakawa subconsciously straightened her hands and feet.

She was still a fifth-grader (elementary school) in a national elementary school, and she couldn't resist the gaze from Xicheng.

She persevered under this gaze for a long time, and finally gave up in despair:

"I've been waiting for about fifty minutes. Because I don't know when Brother Shi will get up. Fear of missing out. ”

“... Yes. ”

Nishiro nodded, and then he was willing to take the remaining spray and other potions in Asakawa Rina's hand.

Finally willing to accept it.

Rina Asakawa's immature little face showed a relaxed look.

She didn't want to owe any more Xicheng-style favors.

Because after these two times, Rina Asakawa already knows.

The big brother who lives next door is simply a good guy.

Maybe he was a bit heavy on those peers before... But in essence, the other party should be a good person.

Rina Asakawa doesn't want her complicated family situation to drag her down to the Nishijo-style.

Just as she was thinking cranky.

A cold wind swept in.

This made her rub her hands and take several hot breaths on her hands.

This year's winter has been so cold.

Especially without scarves and gloves ... It's even colder.

Rina Asakawa curled her neck.

If you had a little money, you could buy a scarf and gloves.

Are there any gods who give their followers scarves and gloves whenever they worship them?

If anything, I'm certainly a brilliant believer.

Rina Asakawa muttered two fantasies in her mind and turned around to return to the rental house.

But when I didn't know it.

Nishijo Shiki, who had come out of the rental house again, had already come to her side, and without saying a word, he stuffed two things into her hands.

"Is this...?"

The warm, furry feeling in her hands made Rina Asakawa bow her head.

Gloves, scarves.

The surprise came too quickly, and Rina Asakawa, who was a little stunned, raised her head and glanced at the 'God of Scarves and Gloves' who had brought these things to her.

"There are a lot of things at home, and it's a waste to eat ashes if you don't use them."

The West Side style illustrates it simply.

"How can this be!"

Rina Asakawa immediately pushed things into Nishijo-style hands like a fried kitten.

You must know that she hasn't even returned the favor of the medicine! This is due to other favors.

How can this favor be repaid?

"It's all said, it's superfluous."

Nishijo-style frowned.

The original owner still had several identical pairs of gloves and scarves in his house, which is not a lie.

"But even if that's the case, it's your stuff, and I can't ask for it."

Rina Asakawa blushed and shoved things into Nishijo-shi's hand reluctantly.

Seeing that Rina Asakawa refused to accept it, Nishigi Shikiki took the gloves and scarf back into his hands as if he had finally made a concession.

Call.

Rina Asakawa breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally avoided the embarrassment of continuing to owe favors.

And then—

Rina Asakawa saw Nishijo decisively throw her gloves and scarf downstairs.

"Brother Shi! What are you doing? ”

Rina Asakawa screamed, her two small hands barely holding on to the railing, and her head poked out to look at the first floor.

Fortunately, the Xicheng style didn't use much force, and the gloves and scarves just fell on the snow in the small courtyard.

"It's something you don't need anyway. It doesn't matter when the garbage is thrown away. Xicheng's tone was steady.

"How, how?"

She hurriedly trotted downstairs, picked up her gloves and scarf, and wanted them back to their rightful owners.

But when she looked back, she found that Xicheng Style had already left the rental longhouse and got into a business car.

Only Rina Asakawa was left holding a scarf and gloves in her hands.

She opened her mouth and felt the fluffy touch of her gloves and scarf again.

She swallowed and carefully put on her gloves.

And then... The warmth of her fingers made her decide to give up her reserve for a while.

Owe this time again!

It's the last time!