Rina Asakawa, who is in the fifth grade of elementary school, doesn't like snow days.

That's not to say that the snow isn't pretty, but it's because her warm clothes simply don't have enough to protect against the cold.

No matter how good you look, it's not as important as being warm on your body.

She rolled up a thin blanket and cowered in the corner of the hallway.

One is that they don't want to cause trouble to passing tenants, and the other is that they want to relieve the cold.

She tried to rub her palms gently, as she had done in a miscellaneous book she had read before.

But... It's still so cold!

It's not going to work!

She almost didn't jump up and stomp her feet, but considering that it would affect the tenants on both sides, she curled up in a ball and stuck to the corner.

The cold wind poured in down her neck, making her shiver, her hands and feet numb, and her little face was a little blue from the cold.

Bear with me a little longer...

Bear with me a little longer... Dad would let me in...

Just as she gritted her teeth and secretly endured it, a bright light suddenly hit her face, making her eyes a little unable to open.

Then she heard a calm male voice.

"Sorry, rude. I didn't expect there to be people here. ”

The bright light moved away and hit the ground.

This voice... It's the West-style brother next door!

Rina Asakawa tightened in her heart.

In the past, when she carried waste books and old paper to the bookstore to dispose of them, she had met this Xicheng who lived next door.

In a damp and gloomy alley.

The frowning Xicheng style roughly knocked down a few of his peers, and after knocking him down, he kicked hard, and kicked many times in a row before Shi Shiran left.

Since that time, she knew that this good-looking and easy-talking big brother of Xicheng was not such an easy person to deal with.

She tilted her head cautiously, just in time to meet the frowning Xicheng-esque gaze.

Not!

Rina Asakawa shuddered and hurriedly tilted her head back.

Her heart was beating a drum.

He frowned!

Are you going to hit me?

Rina Asakawa wrapped the blanket more and more tightly and pressed her throat, for fear that Nishijo-shiki would do it to herself if she couldn't get used to it.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Rina Asakawa tensed her body, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Smack.

Footsteps - stopped.

Just stopped right in front of me!

Rina Asakawa almost went into cardiac arrest.

At this moment, she almost didn't shout.

But the next moment, the footsteps faded away, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

It seems that the other party is in a good mood.

"Whew..."Rina Asakawa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was relieved, the strength of her whole body was unloaded, and the blanket that had been tightly wrapped was also loosened.

The cold wind poured over again, and Rina Asakawa hurriedly tightened the towel again, just about to continue to endure -

The door opened, and footsteps were heard again.

All Asakawa could do was raise her head in a panic, which happened to meet the other person's eyes.

With a slightly sharp gaze, a hard facial line...

It's the Xicheng style of going and returning!

Rina Asakawa was hit hard in the head, and there was only one word left-

Finished!

Just as she was about to scream out to lure people out, she looked down subconsciously and just saw what Xicheng-style was holding in her hand.

A thick quilt and a thermos flask.

Belch...

Rina Asakawa blinked, her little face raised.

It's still the same face that doesn't have many facial fluctuations.

The other party didn't say anything, just nodded at himself, put the quilt and hot water kettle on the floor, and then turned back to his room with a calm face.

Only Rina Asakawa was left looking at the thermos and quilt at her feet-

His face was dazed.

......

"That little girl just now... I guess it's next door..."

The Nishijo-style eyebrows raised when he returned home.

As he passed by, he took a special look at the little girl.

Wrapped in a thin blanket, huddled in a corner, and trembling, his figure made him feel some compassion.

In this kind of weather, even the Xicheng style wearing a thick coat can feel a noticeable chill, let alone the little girl.

As for her family's affairs...

This has little to do with the West Side style.

Xicheng is essentially an indifferent person.

Compassion is compassion, and he thinks he can't manage other people's family affairs.

As for the quilt and thermos flask, he doesn't care about these things, after all, he didn't lack this money in his last life, let alone become the leader of the Tokyo Koji Association in this life... Not a person who worries about money at all.

The décor of this room also happens to illustrate this.

Hanging TV.

At a glance, you can see that a computer is expensive.

There were three or four laptops on top of the desk, and there were shiny in-ear headphones on the bed that were specially designed for listening to music.

Contrary to the tattered appearance, there are many young people's entertainment tools in this room.

It was as if the whole room had been renovated.

That's what it looks like.

Nishijo-style nodded.

It's not that he hasn't suffered hardships, he suffered a lot in the early days of entrepreneurship in his previous life.

But even though I have money, I have to endure hardships...

To be honest, I've never met a Xicheng style.

The room as a whole is OK, the bathroom and toilet are integrated, the kitchen faces the window, and the small living room is not far from the Xicheng-style room.

After sitting on the small couch for about two minutes, Nishijo-shiki stood up and began to take inventory of his belongings.

The first is mobile phones.

There are few people on the phone's address book.

In addition to the various name notes of the Guangji Society, there is only one nameless number left without a note.

"This is..."

Xicheng looked at the number without remarks, hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

It is better not to contact them for the time being, and it is safer to wait and see what happens.

In addition to the people who opened the address book, Nishijo Shikiki also opened LINE.

There is no other contact except for a LINE group with the note 'Keihoku High School Class C'.

"It seems that the original owner is the type who doesn't have many friends in school..."

Xicheng swiped the screen of his mobile phone and checked various social apps.

Blank, blank, blank...

It's all blank.

Xicheng Shi took a sip of water.

It's so clean...

It's so clean that it makes people feel that something is wrong.

Don't say anything else.

Not even a single email in my private mailbox.

This is clearly not right.

The blank appearance is as if the original owner deliberately deleted the letter.

Is there any detail that is missing?

Nishijo-eschigan thought and sat at the computer desk.

He wanted to see if there was anything hidden in the computer.

Just as he reached out to flip the switch—

A black gas shot out directly from the computer's case, and it went straight to Xicheng style!

Xicheng reacted, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and mobilized a trace of black qi to block it.

The next moment, the black qi merged with the black qi in his hand, and there were no waves.

"Is this...?"

Xicheng style eyebrows raised.

It was supposed to be an insurance made by the original owner just now.

If someone touches the computer, they will be attacked by black gas.

Although I don't know what the effect of this black gas is, I think the intruder should not have a good time.

And since there will be defenses here, then it means -

This computer may contain some clues to the death of the original owner!

Come to think of it.

Nishijo turned to look at the computer.

The truth... Maybe it's unexpectedly close...