Actually, where to start with the next topic, Rao is Meidong has been thinking for a long time, and it is difficult to find a standard beginning.

But there is no doubt that throwing a random insertion point is enough to attract Miyamoto Moko with all his heart.

This girl did do serious investigation work before contacting her, but even if the FBI is secretly investigating, how much can she control a person's life?

"I've seen your family photo album a long time ago, and it's impossible to notice it in the bedroom. From birth, to every birthday since, and all the so-called life events, your family has recorded precious photos. ”

Midong leaned against the wall, silently stared at the yellowed wall opposite, and said to the sisters beside her: "Very happy family treasure, but it's no wonder, you are the only girl in the third generation of the Miyamoto family, the elder of the uncle is a widower, the relationship between Aunt Junko and your grandfather is not very good, and the second uncle is an existence that has fallen out with the family." Those albums ......"

Mito closed her eyes and squirmed her throat in a choked voice.

This scene was seen by Miyamoto Moko, and his heart was really heavy.

"When I was 14 years old, I started with a photo shoot of you in your shamisen class in junior high school, a classical plucked instrument. Then there's the birthday party, a cake that big, and your favorite butter cookie. You know, at 9:20 a.m. on the second day I moved into your house, Shizuko's mother asked me if I wanted to eat. These details, although they are only the most insignificant daily in my daily life, are all firmly remembered by me. ”

"Do you know why?"

Midong raised her hand and put her hand around Moko's shoulder, as if to ask her, as if just to get her attention.

Moko's eyelashes blinked: "This ......"

"Twins, or clones, because, too, I like butter cookies."

Midong leaned over and gently bit Mozi's earring, and the next sound was very subtle, but because it was directly drilled into Mozi's ear, it was still very clear.

"However, at that time, I had to live on the streets, and I had to find trash cans in pastry shops to pick up what to eat......

Such a fluttering sentence fell into Mozi's heart like this.

"This ......"

"When the whole family is celebrating your birthday and sharing the big cake...... Guess how I, a good sister, relied on to earn the raw and cold steamed buns of the day in the snowy winter of Hokkaido? ”

"This ......"

Moko's heart continued to fall into the deep-sea ravine, and his face became even paler.

"So, my good sister."

Midong giggled, but the voice was quite charming. The right leg is wrapped, and the right foot is on Mozi's left foot, and the idiots can see that they have the same M tattoo on the left and right sides of their ankles.

"When we first compared each other's bodies, I noticed that you were wearing very thick stockings so that you couldn't see the ankle tattoo at all, but I was stupid enough to show the marks. However, since the entire Miyamoto clan has this mark on everyone's ankle......"

She tilted her head slightly, her face just a stone's throw away from Mozi's nervous face: "...... In short, our esteemed daughter, when she decided to meet me, an orphan, must have been more than just a mentally retarded reason to see an identical face in a magazine, right? ”

Right?

Right?

Right?

The four-syllable Japanese vocabulary was like a spell, desperately burrowing into Miyamoto's mind.

“…… Yes. ”

Faced with Midong's belated, but will eventually come, this is Mozi's bitter and bitter answer.

And Midong's expression also told her that the listener Sang was not surprised at all.

Because this is a series of unspoken, unstated facts.

Of course, Mito Aoyama wouldn't forget that she had a tattoo on her ankle, and when she first saw the Miyamoto family's family crest, it was impossible not to connect the two.

On the day of the meeting between the two girls, Miyamoto Moko wore thick flesh-colored stockings, although she had stripped off her clothes to observe the similarity of her bodies. She was hiding the fact of the ankle tattoo from Midon, but she took a clear look at the tattoo on Midong's ankle, but the more subtle thing was that Midong did not force her ankle to be examined at that time.

Then, naturally, it is Meidong's life itself in the past two months, every minute and every second, and the daily observations that she has brought her.

"This tattoo is tattooed."

Beginning with a nonsense sentence, Miyamoto Moko said quietly: "It was tattooed by the parents when it was born, as a symbol of the clan." But to say that you are really my abandoned twin sister, and I say that I will not believe anything, is not that tantamount to telling me that they have loved me all these years...... It's mine...... My ......"

"Save these sentimental links."

Midong sneered fiercely: "The chaebol family...... Let's open the skylight now and speak brightly, just the virtue of our grandfather, don't sue me that you don't want him to die! ”

There was a thunderous explosion, and Mozi covered his head in pain. This morning, in the half hour that my sister entered the house, she took on too much pressure. Even if the fetish is bad, the grandfather is the grandfather after all, and the relatives died suddenly, and the reason is inexplicable, and there are even sisters who come to the door to harass ...... She burst into tears.

"Ah...... No way. ”

Midong rolled her eyes: "Isn't it me who should have broken out at this time?" ”

But now, it was indeed Miyamoto Moko who was exploding, burying her head in her knees and crying bitterly. Midong can understand, first of all, the news of her grandfather's violent death, and then her own repeated accusations, which she can bear, but she may not be.

But fortunately, although Mozi cried, he didn't whimper and yelled, and he saved a lot of sensational links, which naturally made Midong happy.

Is she really relaxed, though?

"At this time, the news has already been reported, so in half an hour at most, I should hang up the phone at home."

She said slowly: "Grandfather, it was the thief who sneaked in when the typhoon fell, and he was injured, you just need to remember this." And then ......."

She took out her mobile phone, the Apple mobile phone belonging to "Miyamoto Moko", and the interface after scanning the lock screen was an online banking client.

"You just have to sit back and wait for my sister and me to grab the entire consortium, the above ......"