I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 91 - 75. A long night passed... And then, the house was gone (please subscribe for the first time)_5
Chapter 91: 75. A long night passed... And then, the house was gone (please subscribe for the first time)_5
As soon as the door opened a crack, a loud voice could be heard from outside.
"Everyone, stay sharp tonight. This matter needs to be handled beautifully for the sister-in-law. If there’s even a tiny mistake, tomorrow morning I’ll hang you on the Tokyo Tower to dry... hmm?"
Hiraki Niro looked at the elevator door and frowned suddenly.
"Hello," Fujiwara Reya greeted with a smile.
Even though he didn’t know the person, his eyes looked injured, eliciting deep sympathy.
"Fujiwara," Kawashima Miki covered her face and softly pleaded, "Just kill me..."
The familiar voice came through, and Hiraki Niro rubbed his eyes.
This guy looks familiar, it’s Fujiwara Reya, right?
The woman he was holding also looked familiar, it must be the sister-in-law.
The two of them...
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"No, something’s off," Hiraki Niro shook his head and laughed, "It’s just an illusion, it can’t scare me, it must be an illusion."
The bald guys in the elevator slowly walked out, and the last one gently patted Hiraki Niro’s shoulder, comforting him, "Niro, stay strong!"
The elevator doors slowly closed, ascending to the ninth floor.
Hiraki Niro stood there in a daze for a long time.
At this moment, he felt like a stray dog on the roadside, that suddenly got kicked by a stranger while walking. frёewebnoѵēl.com
Ninth floor.
When the elevator door opened, there was a thick security iron door.
Kawashima Miki lifted her head from Fujiwara Reya’s embrace, aligning her pupils with the camera on the door lock.
"Click~"
The mechanical sound of the lock turning echoed.
Opening the door revealed a very large entryway, with a one-and-a-half-meter-high shoe cabinet door wide open, presenting Fujiwara Reya with a collection of multi-colored women’s shoes. High heels, platform shoes, wedge sandals, snow boots, casual shoes, from all seasons, in various styles and brands, roughly counted, nearly a hundred pairs.
Fujiwara Reya was stunned for a moment, thinking whether this was a shoe enthusiast, or a wealthy woman with a collecting or shopping addiction.
"Please put me down now..." Kawashima Miki weakly called.
She felt a bit exhausted now, too lazy to think about anything, just wanting to go back to bed and sleep, no matter if the sky fell down, it could wait until tomorrow.
"Where’s your room?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Kawashima Miki looked towards the right-hand side corridor like a patient awaiting death, "Just go straight, enter the rest area from the third door."
"The lady’s house is so large."
As Fujiwara Reya walked, he curiously glanced at the corridor.
The first doorway led to a wide indoor swimming pool; the second one seemed like an entire gym; entering through the third doorway revealed an exceptionally luxurious suite.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
"No..."
"Then should I carry you directly to the room?"
"Okay... Eh, wait, you can’t come in."
"Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself tonight." Fujiwara Reya put her onto the bed in the room, smiled softly, and reached out to untie the bun on her head, gently mussing her hair until it was a bit messy.
"Goodnight," he said.
Kawashima Miki was like a dead body, heavily sinking into the bed, not even having the strength to lift her head to look at him.
After he walked out and gently closed the door, she turned over, burying her face into the pillow, tears streaming down, even her cheeks feeling cold, forcing her to flip the pillow over.
But soon, this side was also soaked.
Jerk, jerk... Kawashima Miki felt extremely wronged, her mind blank, unable to think of anything.
Slipping out of the room, Fujiwara Reya checked his watch, it was nearing midnight.
Not feeling sleepy yet, he wandered around the vast mansion. In the walk-in closet, he discovered a mountain of Kawashima Miki’s fashionable clothes, with a separate compartment for bags next door, each luxury brand offering more than ten different models, comparable to a showroom.
The vanity room was similarly packed with cosmetics and skincare products, though Fujiwara Reya didn’t understand these, he took a glance and moved on. Entering the study, he took a book titled "The Republic," then went into the kitchen’s fridge, took a can of ice-cold beer, and sat by the balcony to drink and read.
The spacious balcony had a large area dedicated to succulent plants, with a few pots of cherry tomatoes, both the succulents and tomatoes were well-managed.
Fujiwara Reya drank his beer, staring at the succulents for quite a while.
In a daze, he seemed to see Kawashima Miki squatting there, carefully trimming with scissors.
Could she be a woman who loves life?
Amused by the thought, Fujiwara Reya continued drinking beer and reading.
Directly in front of the balcony, the majestic body of Skytree illuminated the night with a colorful glow, with the bright Taito District on the left, and the more desolate Hachikawa District on the right. Car lights formed a dazzling river of light flowing between blocks. Whenever a long-haul truck rumbled past, the immense sound would heavily vibrate the air.
At three in the morning, Fujiwara Reya fell asleep on the sofa.
When he woke up, the sky outside was dimly lit; he entered the kitchen, rinsed his mouth with water, then brewed a cup of instant coffee, sipping while finding a ballpoint pen and sticky notes, on which he wrote [Thank you for the hospitality, I’ll be back.].
After writing, Fujiwara Reya took the note into Kawashima Miki’s room.
She was sleeping with her back to the door, her breath extremely gentle, with her black silky hair spread like ink on the white pillow. Upon closer inspection, one could even see tear marks not fully dried at the corner of her eyes, with a few lashes stubbornly stuck together.
Fujiwara Reya stuck the note on her face, turned and left the room.
After a few seconds, he slipped back into the room, added another note [Sleeping lady is so cute], took out his phone, snapped a photo of her with the two notes on her face, and left contentedly.
At dawn, six o’clock in the morning, the street was sparsely populated, with only early-rising crows routinely perched on the rooftops.
Fujiwara Reya calculated the distance, deciding to start from Yoshiwara, and run all the way back to Asakusa.
At six-twenty, he passed the already open-for-business [Lemon] bakery, where Yukino Ritsuko was sitting at the counter reading, and seeing him run by, she raised her hand in greeting, "Morning."
"Morning," Fujiwara Reya replied, continuing to run forward.
At six-twenty-five, passing through the torii, a wasteland came into view.
The entire shrine no longer had a single complete structure, not even a wall or pillar could stand. Fujiwara Reya wasn’t surprised at all, instead, he leisurely took out his phone to take photos, and sent the photos to Kawashima Miki.
[Lady, my home is gone, you have to compensate me!]
The most uptodate nove𝙡s are published on fr(e)𝒆webnov(e)l.com
