This was a Western-style restaurant with a good reputation and a decent environment. It was already the best restaurant in Mako Takamori's social circle.
Fei Ziyun used a knife and fork to cut a small piece from the plate and placed it in his mouth to slowly chew. His attention was focused on the restaurant across from him.
Mako Takamori put on some light makeup and draped a silk shawl over her shoulders. Kuwako's face was slightly red, and a few drops of tears fell from her watery eyes. Naturally, it wasn't because she was sad, but because Kuwako had eaten too much food and was too full.
She usually looked like she lacked food, but just now, she was practically wolfing down her food. Fei Ziyun couldn't help but take a few more glances at her round belly.
"I'm done. It's too delicious." Kuwako rubbed her belly and felt bloated.
Mako Takamori stood up and asked, "Yamada-kun, are you done?"
Fei Ziyun wiped his mouth and said, "I'm done."
When Mako Takamori heard this, she went to pay the bill. The uniformed waiter placed his hands on his abdomen and slightly bowed with a professional smile. "Thank you for your patronage. The total is 35300 yen."
Mako Takamori looked at the bill and felt her heart ache. After all, the Takamori mother and daughter usually lived frugally and had never spent so much money on a single meal.
However, Mako Takamori immediately realized that she was no longer a poor woman. She was the owner of 1.5 billion yen. Although the shares still needed a few days to materialize, she was finally rich. Looking at Kuwako's happy expression, Ishito Seito's shadow flashed in her heart, and she felt even more guilty.
Mako Takamori asked herself if it wasn't for Yamada Shinichi, how long would it be since she had let her daughter eat a good meal?
Thinking about this, Mako Takamori swiped her card and signed her name on the receipt before turning around and bowing respectfully. "Yamada-kun, please rest at my place for the night."
If it wasn't for the fact that the money hadn't arrived yet and she was spending her last bit of savings, she would have definitely asked Yamada Shinichi to stay at a more comfortable hotel.
Fei Ziyun lowered his head and said seriously, "Then I'll have to thank you for taking care of me, Takamori-san."
The restaurant was not far from the apartment, a ten-minute walk away. However, when he stepped into the apartment, Fei Zi Yun felt a little strange. There were two cars parked at the entrance of the apartment. Usually, the parking spaces were not here. They could stop for a short while, but they would not stop for a long time and affect the traffic.
However, this doubt disappeared in an instant. With a "pa" sound, the room was illuminated by an orange light. Fei Zi Yun had just sat down when Mako Takamori expressed her gratitude to Fei Zi Yun again.
Under the light, it could be seen that although Mako Takamori was only twenty-eight years old, she looked haggard under the long-term pressure, making her look like she was in her thirties. But if one looked carefully, it could be seen that she was quite pretty. Otherwise, Yakuza wouldn't have schemed to make Mako Takamori become a soup maid.
"Yamada-kun, thank you so much! If you didn't deliver the contract, we wouldn't know what to do! "Mako Takamori bowed deeply to Fei Zi Yun.
At the same time, Wakako, who was standing beside Mako Takamori, also said, "Thank you, Onizan!"
Her petite body bent down and bowed to Fei Zi Yun at the same time as Mako Takamori.
Fei Zi Yun had no choice but to follow Japanese customs and return the bow. "This is only what I should do. If you continue to be so polite, I'll be ashamed."
The wind howled, and the rain came in waves. "Pitter patter patter!" The raindrops hit the window. A man in a raincoat came over with a bento and handed it out one by one. When he reached a corner, he said in a low voice, "Sakagami-san, I'm really sorry, but there's only tempura left."
"Fujioji-kun, sorry to trouble you." The window opened, and Sakagami-san took the bento. Actually, she knew that many people only had sandwiches and rice balls. Hers was already the best food.
When she opened it, the tempura was still warm and fragrant. She could tell that it was made from prawns, which were molded in hot oil with a thin layer of dough. At that moment, she was indeed hungry. She took a bite, and the texture was rich. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It didn't feel greasy at all.
"Not bad." Tempura wasn't just a simple deep-fried ingredient. It was the most skillful Japanese food, and the technique was pretty good. After taking a few bites, she looked around and saw that the people in the cars were all staring at her with their eyes wide open. No one was slacking off.
"It's here!" Suddenly, someone turned on the walkie-talkie and reported.
Sakagami-san was shocked. She quickly put down the bento and saw a kind of fog moving slowly in the rain. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it clearly.
This black fog slowly spread in the corridor and gradually covered Mako Takamori's floor.
Sakagami-san felt a chill in her heart. She took a deep breath and said, "All teams, be ready. If necessary, directly intervene."
"Understood." Everyone responded.
Meanwhile, in the apartment, Mako Takamori got up and made the bed.
In Japanese movies, it was common to see rooms without beds. People would just put a sheet on the floor and a blanket to sleep.
In fact, the fundamental reason was that the room was pocket-sized and could not accommodate a bed. The floor was very cold, and the tatami was very smelly during the rainy season. It was still more comfortable to sleep on a bed.
It could be said that those who slept on the bed were rich Japanese, and those who laid the floor or tatami every day were poor. However, the paper door was a very magical thing. It was only a small space of a few dozen square meters, and it was just separated by the paper door. It was a private space.
The three of them crawled into their respective beds and turned off the lamp. The room was instantly plunged into darkness. For the first time, there was the smell of strangers in the room. Mako Takamori moved her body uneasily and subconsciously moved closer to Kuwako. But Kuwako was full, and the child was thirsty for sleep. The moment she touched the pillow, she fell asleep and let out cute snoring sounds.
Mako Takamori's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness. Outside the window, the rain hit the glass, making pitter-patter sounds. In the darkness, she suddenly cried silently.
Was it joy or sadness?
She loved Seto Ishido. Happiness was originally in her hands, but it suddenly disappeared. Was she abandoned?
Actually, it wasn't just Kuwako. Mako Takamori also dreamed that one day, he would open the door and shout, "I'm back."
But in the end, when she was at her wit's end, a twelve-year-old child came with Seto Ishido's will.
This child had a small face and legs, but he had a serious expression on his face. He gave 1.5 billion yen, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, as if it was very normal for him.
Was there such a huge gap between their worlds?
In the darkness, she silently wiped her tears and listened to Fei Zi Yun's steady breathing. She felt that Fei Zi Yun had fallen asleep. Today's events made Mako Takamori experience great sorrow and great joy. She was very tired, so she couldn't help but fall asleep after she calmed down.
It was late at night, and everything was dark in the rain.
After an unknown amount of time, Fei Ziyun heard the sound of wind and rain. He couldn't help but be startled and sat up.
The room was very dark, but he could still see clearly. The window was open, and because of the wind, the rain slanted in and soaked a part of the floor.
Strange, the window was closed when he went to sleep. A thought flashed through Fei Ziyun's mind. Could it be that the window wasn't closed properly and was blown open by the wind?
Fei Zi Yun stood up and quietly walked to the window. Just as he was about to close it, he suddenly heard a "pa" sound. There were footsteps in the corridor.
Fei Ziyun furrowed his brows and closed the window. He turned around and fell into deep thought. It should be around two or three in the morning. Who would be coming back so late?
Even if it was a Japanese man, after working overtime at eight or nine in the morning, they should be back by ten in the evening, right?
He opened the door and looked down the corridor. There was no one there, but a smell assaulted his nose. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was a little old.
"It feels like ten years old all of a sudden."
The corridor looked very long, and there was a wall lamp in the distance. It gave off a faint light, but it was even more unsettling than the darkness. Fei Ziyun furrowed his brows and turned around. The room seemed to be the same as when he got up, but he couldn't feel any breathing. He immediately called out, "Takamori, Kuwako!"
There was no response.
Fei Ziyun didn't hesitate and opened the paper door. Although the room was dark, he could vaguely see that there was no one in the quilt. Mako Takamori and Kuwako were nowhere to be seen.
Fei Ziyun touched the quilt and found that it was still warm. At this moment, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw that the lights of the Aoki family across the corridor were still on.
Fei Ziyun took out his wooden blade and went to the Aoki family next door.
The Aoki family wasn't far from Mako Takamori's house. It was only a few meters away, but Fei Ziyun walked in the dark corridor without a single sound.
Fei Ziyun arrived at the Aoki family and knocked on the door, but there was no response. The Aoki family, which was originally lit, was now completely dark.
Fei Ziyun pushed lightly and the door opened. Fei Ziyun frowned and habitually tried to turn on the Aoki family's lights, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't light up.
A gust of wind blew past, and Fei Ziyun felt a chill on his shoulder, as if someone was touching it. He suddenly turned around, but there was no one there.
Fei Ziyun turned around again and was shocked to see that there was a faint light in the room. There were two corpses on the floor!
One was wearing pink pajamas and was staring blankly. It was Kuwako. The other was wearing purple pajamas. Her skin was pale, her eyes were dark, and her tongue was sticking out. It was Mako Takamori.
When Fei Zi Yun saw this, he bent down and touched Masako with his finger. He realized that Masako wasn't breathing. Just as Fei Zi Yun was about to check on Mako Takamori's condition, Masako's eyes suddenly opened. "Onisan, Onisan, it hurts!"
Mako Takamori's corpse stood up and appeared behind Fei Ziyun. Its cold hand grabbed Fei Ziyun's neck and said resentfully, "Why? Why did you bring disaster?"
As it spoke, its hands tightened.
"(̄ _ ̄)" Fei Ziyun felt his neck tighten, but he wasn't nervous. He said in a low voice, "Idiot — break!"
"Boom!" Everything in front of him exploded into nothingness.
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