Chapter 246: Is There Pure Friendship Between Men and Women?
The most prosperous and touristy place in Paris is the 8th arrondissement.
It is home to the world-famous Champs-ΓlysΓ©es.
It is 1,800 meters long and about 120 meters wide at its widest point.
From Place de la Concorde in the east to Place Charles de Gaulle in the west, the eastern section is dominated by natural scenery, and is flanked by flat lawns of the British family, which is quiet and tranquil.
The western section is a high-end business district, where world famous brands, clothing stores, and perfume shops are concentrated.
The bitter cold of winter quietly dissipates in the heat exhaled by the people.
The snow has already been trampled into a flat patch.
"Haha, what the waiter said just now is really interesting."
The sound of laughter like silver bells rings in an elegant coffee shop, and the soft music in the store does not cause any offending emotions.
Several paper shopping bags stand up next to the seats.
The woman wore a single black ponytail and a silver skull necklace around her neck, which landed on her plump chest.
Purple fluorite-like eyes bent with the words, like crescent moon hanging in the night sky.
kicked the man under the table, "She actually said that we are a couple, is it that similar?" β
The silver spoon gently stirred the milk's flowers into a ball, and she waited for the other side to answer.
Shiraishi cut the Black Forest chocolate cake with a knife and fork, and said casually: "It's normal for a waiter to have that kind of thought when he sees a man helping a woman carry things and shop. β
"Eh~"
Hanama Ju stretched her tone, supported her chin with her hand, and said with a smile: "You don't mean that to me, do you?"
You big-breasted pervert. β
"Hey, perverts who only wear panties in their hotel rooms all day long, don't spread rumors about me there."
Bai Shi forked the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "I am a righteous gentleman, and I don't have any crooked thoughts in my head." β
"Humph......"
Hanama's nose furrowed slightly, dissatisfied with this answer, and kicked Shiraishi's foot lightly.
"The book says that men only have pure heterosexual friendship with ugly people of the opposite sex, I don't believe in dressing like that, you don't have any ideas in your heart!"
"Whoever speaks on behalf of all men, I serve only those who appear in the textbooks, and besides, it's all nonsense."
Shiraishi shrugged, still stubbornly denying.
Otherwise, I would have to be caught by Hanama and laugh.
"Hehe~"
She let out a meaningful laugh, "It's a pity that you're not a politician."
Forget it, let's continue shopping, no, I should say that we should search for the whereabouts of Chika Saito. β
"There isn't even a single person who is spying on us, either because they don't have a ghost in their hearts, or they find that we are not important."
Shiraishi picked up his coffee and asked, "Which possibility do you prefer?" β
"It doesn't matter, Takagi didn't say it, they have found some clues, if the evidence is conclusive, they are ready to do it."
Hanama took a sip of coffee, with a slightly dissatisfied expression on her face, and complained: "It's still delicious vodka." β
"Then you're going to walk into this coffee shop."
"It's all about the atmosphere, isn't it a good experience to stay in a cafΓ©, drink afternoon tea leisurely, and watch the triumphal arch outside the window?"
Hanama rolled her eyes.
The mobile phone in the bag suddenly sounded, and she took it out to look at it, "Big Pineapple sent a message saying that she had collected new information about Chika Saito, and asked us to meet at the Big Pineapple Detective Agency." β
Bai Shi frowned and said: "I have a sense of foreboding, people like this who don't talk about something on the phone will often be killed before the protagonist arrives, leaving a puzzle." β
"We're not making detective dramas."
Hanama Ju rolled her eyes, picked up the big bag and small bag, and said, "Let's go, Sherlock Holmes White." β
βokγβ Shiraishi decided to pack the Black Forest Chocolate Cake and couldn't waste food.
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Big Pineapple Detective Agency.
Because the sky is dark after the snow, the warm lights inside the house contrast with the snow outside.
With a hot breath in her mouth, Hanama raised her hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "Big pineapple, Gavel." β
"Here we go."
The boy's childish voice sounded, and the door was opened, and the heating inside ushered in, expelling the cold from the surface of his body.
"It's a gift for you."
Hanama Chrysanthemum likes to buy not only for herself, but also for the people around her, "I specially picked a skull necklace, you wear it absolutely cool." β
"Big pineapple, this is the clothes I bought for you."
"Although I don't agree with the aesthetic of your clothes, I still thank you."
The blonde Mr. Big Pineapple took the shopping bag, put it on the table next to it, and got to the point: "I received news that Chika Saito's goal in Paris was to infiltrate the Holy Knights, and the person who wanted to disguise himself was probably Leto Rahne. β
"You're not kidding me, are you?"
Hanama Ju scratched her head, and said with a somewhat confused expression: "Saito Chika's brain was caught by the door?" β
"Of course not, it's certain that it dares to infiltrate the Holy Knights, it's not an ordinary high-level spirit, but an evil spirit attached to its body, and it can disguise itself as a transcendent......"
Mr. Big Pineapple truthfully relayed Hojo Hiiragi's words, "If we want to catch it, we can only keep an eye on Leto." β
Hanama touched her chin and wondered, "Who is Leto?" β
"Leto Rahn, nicknamed the Fire Sword, has a sword that can burn as a weapon, the captain of the eighth squad of the Holy Knights, the strength is in the sixth realm, and is responsible for the patrol mission to protect Paris."
Mr. Big Pineapple said this, and took out a roll of maps and spread it out on the table, "Usually he is responsible for patrolling in the third or fourth district. β
"I remember that there was Notre Dame Cathedral in the fourth arrondissement."
Hanama held her chin in her hand, remembering what Takagi said, there were several magicians of the Holy Knights who were missing, and they were suspected of gathering at Notre Dame Cathedral to do something.
It's heavily fortified, and if you can drive Chika Saito there, you might be able to see what's inside the secret hidden by the Holy Knights.
Mr. Big Pineapple's eyes flashed with a different color, and he said seemingly casually: "That's right, do you want to go and see it?" β
"It's not interesting to watch during the day, but it's interesting at night."
Hanama replied with a smile, clapped her hand on the map, and said, "Okay, we'll spy on Leto right away!" β
"Good luck to you."
Mr. Big Pineapple said, his face flashed a little hesitant, and said, "That, Mr. Bai, I have something I want to tell you...... I wonder if you can talk to me alone? β
"No problem."
Shiraishi nodded.
Hanama Ju's eyes looked back and forth between the two, thoughtfully, and pulled Gawel, who still wanted to stay here, and walked out.
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Outside the door, the oncoming cold wind made her shiver and exhale hot air from her mouth.
Garvel's expression was a little curious: "What are Mr. Big Pineapple and Mr. Bai talking about?" β
"What else can there be, a lonely man and a widow, it is definitely a confession of love."
"I don't think so."
Gavier's brow furrowed.
Hanama Ju rubbed his head, and said with a narrow smile on his face: "You kid shouldn't have a mother-lover complex, right?" β
"Sister Hanama, what nonsense are you talking about, I am purely grateful to Mr. Big Pineapple."
Gavel hurriedly shook his head, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, how happy he was to be able to live under the same roof with such a great beauty.
Only he understood that it was a chore.
His ideal other half can not be outstanding, and his personality must definitely be gentle and understanding, rather than oppressing people at every turn, and sometimes even needs him to help take off his socks.
Drinking and vomiting all over the floor.
Thinking about the vomit, he just thought it was a disaster.
"You're definitely shy." Hanama Ju poked the young man's fleshy cheek with his finger, and said seriously: "Actually, you don't need to care, this is a normal emotion."
Adolescent teenagers always have a little concern for their mother, and if they don't act excessively, there is no problem. β
"It's not like that."
Gavel didn't know how to explain it, and his face flushed with anxiety.
Hanama knew in her heart that he was telling the truth, but she liked to tease him, just like adults like to tease ignorant children, watching them cry and then laugh happily.
"Haha."
Faced with someone's unscrupulous smile, Gavel was full of indignation, why did he always meet such a woman.
It's better to be Mr. Bai.
I sighed a long sigh in my heart, helpless against this kind of woman who is obviously an adult and as naΓ―ve as a child.
The door of the detective agency opened, and Shiraishi came out of it and shouted, "Hanama, let's go." β
"Oh." Hanama Chrysanthemum responded, did not take the stairs, and chose to jump down from the guardrail.
Shiraishi rubbed Gavel's head and said with a smile, "You cultivate well." β
"Hmm."
Gavel nodded heavily, watching him turn over and leave the guardrail, before turning his head and asking curiously: "Mr. Big Pineapple, what did you talk about with Mr. Bai?" β
The same question, the flower chrysanthemum at the bottom is also quietly asking Shiraishi, with an expression of wanting to hear gossip.
Bai Shi raised his hand and flicked her forehead, and said slowly, "Secret." β
"You kid."
Hanama stabbed his waist with her elbow, and continued to wrap around: "I promise not to tell others, you just say it~."
It tickles my heart. β
"Your big mouth has no credit at all."
Shiraishi didn't think about it, and rejected her request.
Seeing that she couldn't be coquettish, she was also said to have a big mouth, so she was suddenly unhappy, and directly slapped her throat and reported the incident just now, "You are too arrogant, see me give you a little color!" β
The action caused Shiraishi to sink his head deep into that soft chest.
Man loses the power to resist.
He thought back to Mr. Big Pineapple's request in his head.
Hojo Hiiragi ...... Listening to her story, I didn't have much impression of her appearance, but I vaguely remembered that the other party had a pair of very attractive eyes.
Full of the brilliance of the idealist.
His gaze went up, looking at Hanama Daiku, who was still waiting for him to soften, and after thinking about it, he decided to make a fake corpse for her to take back.
Hojo Hiiragi needs to sacrifice his life to achieve the goal, and for him, it is a matter of words.
Shiraishi decided to help, patted Hanama Ju's left arm with his hand, and said angrily, "Are you rewarding me?" β
"Hey, it's really a perverted speech, obviously being strangled by the neck, and you can still take advantage of me."
Hanama hurriedly let go of the arm that locked the throat, deliberately pulling away from it, revealing a disgusted expression.
"You're embarrassed to say that you can get started at every turn, obviously you want to take advantage of me."
Shiraishi retorted.
The woman in front of her is not the kind of character who wants to get into trouble when she makes a joke, and it's okay to make some colorful jokes at will.
"Perverted big boobs." "You're slandering me! I'm in control of everything! β
"Isn't that more perverted?"
Hanama chrysanthemum complained.
Shiraishi said with a serious face: "Please call me a body aesthetic artist." β
"Poofhaha!"
Hanamaju didn't hold back her laughter, and bumped him on the shoulder, "If the Ghost Dragon Temple knew that the Lord of the Gods had such a perverted interest, she wouldn't dare to wear a tights to dangle in front of you." β
No, I'm afraid it will be more exciting.
Bai Shi secretly complained in his heart, and said, "Don't destroy my image." β
"Of course, I'm the strictest woman in the world."
Hanama Ju added a title to herself, and smiled so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, "Haha." β
It seems that she still knows what she doesn't have to do with her mouth.
Of course, Shiraishi wouldn't laugh out loud and distract her with business, "Alright, it's time for us to spy on Leto." β
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The road between the third and fourth arrondissements of Paris, Leto is familiar with.
As a member of the Holy Knights, it's not like an ordinary small force, and let the dispatch of the Spirit Hunting System indicate where to go.
They have their own patrol range, as well as problems that need to be solved in that range.
Leto's squad is often assigned to patrol in the third and fourth districts, which is the trust placed in him from above.
Because Notre-Dame Cathedral is in the 4th arrondissement.
To be able to protect it is an honor for the members of the Holy Order.
Leto never received any notice about being targeted, and continued to work as usual.
He led the team to deal with the spirits, monsters, and evil spirits he encountered, and he didn't encounter any weirdness that needed to be eradicated today, so it was relatively easy.
Handing over the defense of the precinct with the ninth team on night duty, Leto was finally able to get off work.
Instead of going home, he chose to go to a Chinese restaurant in the 4th arrondissement for dinner.
When he arrived at the store, he said to the boss the old rules.
Spicy bullfrog, boiled live fish, stir-fried cattle, and a bottle of white wine are the dishes that Leto often ordered.
He likes to eat spicy dishes, and he is tired of eating his own French food.
Meals that aren't important people always have an expiration date, and beyond that expiration date, the original delicious food will become unpalatable.
Sooner or later, he will get tired of these dishes, and it will become the old rule to change to other Chinese dishes.
Until all the dishes are tired of eating.
However, he is still in a passionate relationship with Chinese food.
Because of a person, he doesn't need to think about how late he eats and plays out.
My parents have long since turned into white bones under the loess, and my sister has been dead for many years.
The little nephew who was left behind entered the year of the sixtieth year, and died of old age in his sleep last year.
The children and grandchildren left behind by the nephew are almost the same in blood.
Leto only supported them at will to ensure their prosperity and wealth, and did not have much contact.
The Rahn family was the only one left in his heart.
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After dinner and another walk around the red light district, Leto walked on the way home.
The wind in the middle of the night was cold and urgent.
There are hardly any pedestrians in sight on the roads in the residential area.
Leto walked to the door.
Sudden mutations.