"Actually...... This is...... He's dead? ”

Midong quietly approached and took a closer look.

Isn't it the man she's following, forty years old, with black-rimmed eyes, and a harmless look for humans and animals. But by this time, his chest was already stained with blood, and the part was near his heart, and he was obviously too dead to die.

“…… There was no murder weapon. ”

Midong muttered and leaned closer. It was also a coincidence that the man's suit was open, and the corner of his wallet was exposed, and it was not contaminated with blood.

She looked down at her sandals, and after confirming the distance from the blood on the ground, she cautiously approached the deceased, crouched down, and pulled her purse out of her arms.

The wallet is covered with genuine leather, not to mention that it is also printed with Armani's logo, a thick feel, and it is filled with a thick pile of 10,000 yen banknotes. With just one glance, Midong knew that this amount of money was by no means less than all the belongings she had earned this month - 300,000 yen.

“…… What happened? ”

Mito looked at her watch, the time was 7:37 p.m., and the location was a certain alleyway in Kabukicho.

From here to the destination, the straight-line distance is about 1.5km, and with the speed at which she runs with all her might, even on the crowded street, 10 minutes is more than enough.

She clutched her purse and stood up.

It had just rained here tonight, and when she lowered her head, the shallow water on the ground reflected her face.

The no-makeup goose egg who has no money for a long time has a delicate face, a slightly pointed chin, and an indifferent face that seems to be loveless, although he is a beautiful embryo, but unless he can smile, he doesn't want the scout to come to the door.

Midong stared indifferently at the reflection in the stagnant water, was silent for a moment, and then looked at the corpse on the ground. At this time, the blood of the deceased was constantly spilling out of his chest, gradually spreading around, and gradually mixing into the pool, slowly spreading around.

At the scene of the crime, after a long time of unwisdom, Midong quickly rolled up all the cash in her wallet, and then threw it away. The wallet slashed a perfect parabola in mid-air, slammed, and landed pinpoint into the trash can by the wall.

Mi Dong didn't look back the whole time, and at this time, she was already dashing with her hands in her pockets, walking quickly with long legs. She wore a black and red striped shirt on her upper body and light blue jeans on her lower body, and she walked slowly, but her canvas shoes were obviously old and cracked.

As soon as she turned the corner, the lonely environment was no longer there, and she returned to the bustling streets with busy traffic and people.

The next moment, Midong ran quickly, her body was sturdy, like a female leopard in the night.

Now, she was running wildly against the main flow of people on the main road of Ichiban Street, and her speed was so exaggerated that many people suddenly turned back in surprise. And the most amazing thing is that no matter how she ran against the large army, she didn't hit any oncoming pedestrians at all, and her mobility was simply not too strong.

In this way, after attracting dozens of exclamations along the way, Midong has quickly run out of the Kabukicho realm.

But she had no intention of stopping, but turned in a definite direction, and continued to run without hesitation or slowdown. Her speed is no less than the final sprint of long-distance running, and coupled with her agility and strong mobility, her physical fitness is really excellent!

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Gradually, after running more than a kilometer away, Midong finally slowed down.

It's a relatively secluded street, not a place where nocturnal people flock. Meidong is currently less than 200 meters away from her destination, and there are still ten minutes before the other party leaves work at 8 o'clock. Anyway, she wasn't in a hurry, she was naturally happy to rest for a while.

In the last 200 meters, Meidong saw that there was no one around, and then opened the zipper of the satchel. Lipstick, eye shadow, handkerchiefs and tissues, mobile phone lights flashing non-stop, and more than 40 banknotes scattered inside, all of which cost a huge amount of money.

Midong ignored the missed calls, quickly picked up most of the bills, and counted out the number of 30. She looked at her bag again, and there was about 200,000 yen left, all of which were newer bills.

"It's a windfall, although I don't know who killed that guy."

At the scene of the murder, after a thousand-meter run, Meidong was in a state of exhaustion, shortness of breath and stuffiness. But at the moment, she had no time to care about that. Fifteen meters, 10 meters, the destination is about to arrive, the yellow neon sign is still lit, and a string of black bold hiragana is written on it.

Kumamoto loan.

"Ah, Aoyama-san!"

In the brightly lit office, the man saw the young girl entering the room, and stepped forward quickly: "It's really fate, every time it's on the last day of the month, every time it's half an hour before we get off work, your control of time is like a robot!" ”

"This is the amount of this month, you can count it."

Mei Dong's heart was still depressed, and she slapped a thick wad of banknotes on the table, and threw herself on the chair: "Let me take a break, thank you." ”

The back chair was creaked, and the man took the bill and said, "No problem, Aoyama-san." Hey, Nakata, hurry up and pour a hot cup of tea for Miss Aoyama! ”

As the end of the day approached, 8 p.m. dropped, and there were only two Kumamoto Loan employees present. Mei Dong took three sips of hot tea into her stomach, and suddenly felt that her heart was much more comfortable, so she just watched the man busy in silence, counting banknotes and preparing written documents, which were all routine tasks.

"So, Aoyama-san."

The man stamped his stamp: "On March 30, 2037, 300,000 yen will be repaid on the loan, and you have 59.1 million yen left to repay." ”

The document was just a piece of paper, and he presented it to Midong with both hands: "Aoyama-san is really amazing, he is willing to bear such a terrible debt for a bankrupt orphanage, and I have never heard of Kumamoto to live forty-three years old." However, Qingshan Sang, there is a lot of words in the next one, and he has long wanted to talk about it, but I don't know whether to say it or not......"

Meidong's face was very calm, and she calmly folded the document: "Look at the text that dragged you." I want to talk about it, it's really uncomfortable to hold it, I know that. ”

The man, Kumamoto, sighed and said, "Nearly 60 million yen, Aoyama-san, with your ability to repay the loan that you have been unable to shake these months...... Aoyama-san, you really don't have to be a bankrupt orphanage...... Why bother, even if it's the family that raised you, it won't be the ...... for your whole life."

"Well, thank you for your concern, Kumamoto."

Meidong put the folded documents into her bag: "But you don't have to worry about it, it's man-made, I'm still young, and it's nothing to be tired." Farewell. ”

She didn't delay a minute or a second, and after a brief but polite conversation with Kumamoto, she picked up her bag and quickly left the company that she was bored with.