Boiling water was stored cup after cup.

Outside, the sky was already dark, and the light in the bar was getting more and more emotional.

Yuan Laiguang sent another girl who came to ask for contact information, looked away from the management e-book on the phone, and pinched the corners of her eyes that were a little sour.

"It's almost time to go."

From two o'clock in the afternoon when he came here to find Kawatani Zhengying, he had been sitting here for more than four hours, mainly because the atmosphere was indeed quite quiet.

But as time passed, the atmosphere of the bar gradually opened up, and the wind and snow that belonged to the big city came one after another, and the number of young men and women gradually increased.

The atmosphere of the bar is gradually spreading.

"I'll have to bring a physical book next time."

Minamoto Raiguang remembered the book "The Practice of Management" that often accompanied him, and that book was left idle in his apartment room at some point, as if he had been addicted to the tea ceremony since he began.

Glancing at the phone again.

There were no messages or phone calls.

Rejecting an invitation from an urban beauty to drink again, Minamoto Raiguang walked out of the bar and onto the street, and it was already completely dark in a short time.

Compared with Sakyo Ward, which has a strong scientific and educational atmosphere due to various universities, Fushimi Ward, which evolved from an ancient castle town, is undoubtedly more sparkling.

Only here are the houses generally low.

Even during the bubble economy, it was the worst economic development and the most populous prefecture in Kyoto.

The car was temporarily borrowed by Kawadani Masaei.

Yuan Laiguang is also relatively leisurely today, and he spun around the street at will, planning to take a taxi back when he is tired, and he rarely goes alone.

Most of the people who go out are accompanied by girls, and to be honest, they thought it was okay when they first came into contact with them, but after a long time, they wanted to stay alone.

After all, who puts the skill and doesn't cool it down?

Yuan Laiguang walked aimlessly, remembered the matter of Xiaomu Qingming again, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book to look at the newly added contacts.

Although he didn't know Harumaki Kogi's family.

But Kawatani Masei and Kogi Harumi have known each other since junior high school, and according to Kogi's words to himself, Kawaya often goes to his house to watch small movies.

Probably because Kogi Qingming is more honest and obedient.

Therefore, the elders in his family do not restrain him much, and he is sensible since he was a child, and he does not need to be restrained by his parents.

On the contrary, Kawaya Zhengying's tutor is more strict, and when he was in middle school, he looked at girls all day long, and he was anxious to buy a video disc after school, but he didn't dare to watch it at home, so he could only run to Xiaomu's house.

It stands to reason that Kawatani Masei's grades are far from Kyokyo University, but his parents seem to have a relationship with the high school board members at home, and they spent a lot of money to use their high school slots.

After thinking about it for a moment, I dialed the number.

"Dudu—"

The call sounded.

It was quickly connected.

"Hello, this is Xiaomu's house."

A gentle voice came from the microphone.

When Minamoto Laiguang asked Kawaya Zhengying for the number, he knew that this number was the landline number of Xiaomu's family, and his mother was a typical full-time wife, so the person who answered the phone was probably the one.

Yuan Laiguang pondered the language and said, "Hello, I'm Yuan Laiguang, is it Qingming's mother?" ”

"Ah, Gen-kun, I know you."

“......”

“......”

The phone quickly hung up.

But Minamoto did not receive an answer.

Instead, his eyebrows furrowed and he pondered.

Because just now the other party's mother clearly told herself that Harumi Kogi had already returned to Kyoto yesterday, and it was the earliest Shinkansen!

This is obviously inconsistent with what Mr. Kitagawa said!

But what is certain is that Harumaki Kogi is neither at school nor in his hometown in Aichi Prefecture now, and no one knows where he went.

When Xiaomu Qingming's mother wondered why he asked this, Yuan Laiguang found a reason to perfunctory first, since Xiaomu didn't want the family to know, I am afraid that there is really something difficult to hide.

But both sides are hidden...

Obviously there was some kind of trouble.

Yuan Laiguang frowned and called Kogi Qingming while walking, but he couldn't get through after calling a few times in a row, and it was obvious that he didn't answer on purpose.

Otherwise, try to change the number...

He had this idea in his mind.

Just as he was thinking about how to contact Kogi Qingming, he raised his head and noticed that there were suddenly more figures in front of him, and when he looked to the right side, he realized where he had gone.

"Fushimi Inari Taisha?"

He paused.

Looking at the huge vermilion torii gate standing in front of the shrine, Minamoto Yorimitsu remembered scenes from anime in his previous life, and it seems that there is a famous spot in this place, and many love stories have started from there.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to go inside and take a look.

There are a lot of anime appearances in this place.

Quan should have fulfilled his former wish.

Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine is dedicated to the Inari gods, led by the god of the soul of Uga, who is the so-called local god in charge of agriculture and commerce.

The incense pilgrims are mainly merchants and farmers, who come to worship for a good harvest and prosperous business, and although it is located in the most economically backward Fushimi area, it is one of the most popular shrines in Kyoto.

Minamoto Yorimitsu walked to the entrance of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, waited in line for about ten minutes, and finally bought a ticket and walked straight in.

In the main hall of the shrine, you can also see various stone statues of foxes, because foxes are regarded as messengers of the god Inari, and the fox-faced Ema is very charming, but in his eyes it looks like a weasel.

Even though it's night, there are still a lot of tourists.

Yuan Laiguang is not with the group.

I simply followed the flow of people and walked inside.

Soon he saw the dense vermilion Senbon torii gate behind the main hall, and the red pillars were arranged vertically and horizontally, which was very visually impactful, similar to what he had seen in the anime in his previous life.

It's just that there's one less witch lady who can sing and dance, looks beautiful and can form an indissoluble bond with him.

Hundreds of vermilion torii gates form a passage to the summit of Mt. Inari, and there are dozens of stone statues of foxes between the stone steps.

The old faded dark red torii and the brightly colored vermilion torii are densely intertwined, and the shrine is deliberately lit up to look mysterious.

"The Almighty Soldier King of the Female President"

After seeing the sights, he came out.

In short, there are a lot of people.

There is no such thing as a shrine maiden.

There were only a few old priests who were outwardly sanctimonious but were desperately trying to deduct money from the pilgrims.

Yuan Laiguang squeezed people out of it, only felt very uncomfortable with sweat on his body, and sighed why there were so many people here at night.

After finding a ramen restaurant at random and having dinner, he was ready to take a taxi back to the academy, and there was a meeting of the Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau tomorrow, and it was more troublesome for the car to be borrowed by Kawatani Masaei, so it seemed that he really had to find someone in the office to arrange a special car to pick him up.

Why don't you take the train or bus by yourself?

If someone else sees that the way you travel as a special manager of the Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau is so simple...

Is it because you are afraid?

Or don't dare to move a penny?

Is he really a good servant of the people of Kyoto?

After eating a bowl of 500 yen of Hell Ramen, Minamoto Rarimitsu felt that his stomach was satisfied, and he walked out of the store and walked around, not knowing which alley he had walked to, and looked at his phone and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening, so he was ready to call a taxi back.

It's just that when he was looking around in the streets and alleys to see if there were rough cars, Yuan Laiguang's eyes were fixed on a few people who were in the flow not far away.

The distance is not too far, and you can see clearly.

Under the old telephone poles at the intersection of the streets and alleys ahead, several middle-aged men in baggy suits and small hairs surrounded a girl, gesturing with their hands as if threatening something.

Undesirable?

Probably not.

These people looked quite old, and they could be seen from a distance with scruffy beards, and they didn't have motorcycles around them, so they weren't so-called rams.

That should be the extreme.

"So the security in Fushimi Ward is really so bad?"

Minamoto Yorimitsu has read a survey report before, Kyoto belongs to Fushimi Ward, the population is mixed, the economy is backward, and there is a group of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods who don't know anything.

The status is similar to that of Tokyo's Adachi Ward.

He looked at it again from afar.

He saw three or four men surrounding a girl, and he could only vaguely see the girl's figure, which seemed to stand silently in place without saying a word, and the men gradually approached, and the cursing was so loud that he could almost hear it.

The surroundings were not too deserted, but a few pedestrians hid far away and didn't dare to approach after seeing them, let alone any trace of the patrol police.

This posture is...

"Robbery?"

Minamoto Yorimitsu looked strange.

Is the hero saving the beauty?

But he doesn't know martial arts or kendo.

The only thing I can keep myself safe is a few guns and rocket thrusters...

He really doesn't have a lot of skills.

It's really insecure.