Chapter 23 Section VI

Tomohiko found that the hotel room key was still in his pocket when he was about to return home.Ruined!He bit his lip.If there is no key in the room, the people in the hotel will be suspicious.But what to do?He shook his head in despair. When Tomohiko knew that Hanaoka Xiko was dying, he thought about calling an emergency immediately.However, in this way, he had to show that he was with her, which he dared not do.What's more, even calling a doctor would be in vain, she was at the end of her life. He quickly put on his clothes, rushed out of the room with his things, dodged his face so that no one could see his face, and left the hotel.

However, after taking the subway, he found that this was not helpful at all.Because someone already knew the relationship between the two of them, and that person happened to be Hanaoka Xiko's husband, the most terrible person.From the situation at the scene, he would deduce that the person with Xizi was a high school student named Sonomura Tomohiko, and he would definitely tell the police about it.Once the police investigate in detail, it can be confirmed without breaking a sweat.It's over, he thought, it's over.Had this been made public, his life would have been ruined. When I got home, my mother and sister were having dinner in the living room.He said that he had eaten outside and went straight back to his room.Sitting at the desk, he thought of Kirihara Ryoji.

Once the matter of Hanaoka Xiko was exposed, he would naturally have to tell the police about the apartment.In this way, Kirihara is bound to be unable to get out of his body, and his behavior is no different from that of a pimp.I have to tell him something, Tomohiko thought. Tomohiko slipped out of the room, went to the corridor where the phone was placed, and picked up the receiver.The sound of TV programs came from the living room, and he secretly prayed that his family would watch TV for a while and be more attentive.As soon as the phone was connected, Kirihara's voice came.When Tomohiko announced his name, Kirihara seemed quite surprised.

"What's the matter?" Perhaps because he had noticed something, Tong Yuan's tone sounded very vigilant. "Something went wrong." Tomohiko said with difficulty, his tongue almost tied. "how?" "This...it's hard to explain on the phone, it's a long story." Tong Yuan was silent for a moment, and then said: "Could it be related to the old woman?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he was hit by his words, and Tomohiko had nothing to say.Kirihara's sigh came from the receiver. "Sure enough, I hit the spot. It's the woman who tied the ponytail last time, isn't it?"

"right." Kirihara sighed again. "No wonder that woman hasn't come recently, so she signed a personal contract with you." "Not a contract." "Oh, what's that?" Tomohiko was speechless and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it on the phone. Where are you now?" "Home." "I'm going there now, I'll be there in twenty minutes, you wait for me." Tong Yuan hung up the phone directly. Tomohiko returned to his room, thinking about what he could do.However, my mind was in a mess and I couldn't concentrate at all.Time passed by every minute and every second.

Kirihara really showed up on time twenty minutes later.When the entrance door opened, Tomohiko knew he could ride a motorcycle.When asked, he said "it's not important". Entering the small room, Tomohiko sat on a chair, and Kirihara sat cross-legged on the tatami.Next to Kirihara is a square object the size of a small TV set covered with a blue cloth. It is Tomohiko's treasure. Everyone who is invited into the room by him has to listen to him show off, but he is not in the mood now . "Okay, let's talk." Tong Yuan said. "Well. But, I don't know where to start..."

"All, tell me all. You probably took what you promised me as fart, so let's start there." Because things are just as Kirihara said, Tomohiko can't refute.With a dry cough, he told the ins and outs of the matter bit by bit. The expression on Kirihara's face hardly changed, however, it was obvious from his movements that he grew angrier the more he listened.From time to time he bent his fingers to make noises, or beat the tatami with his fist.When he heard what happened today, he finally changed his face. "Dead? Are you sure she's really dead?" "Well, I've confirmed it several times, and I can't be wrong."

Tong Yuan sighed: "That woman is an alcoholic." "drunkard?" "Yes. And I'm a lot older, and I'm too hard to work with you, my heart can't bear it." "She's not very old, isn't she in her early thirties?" Hearing what Tomohiko said, the corners of Kirihara's mouth suddenly rose. "You're dizzy, she's in her late forties!" "……No way?" "No mistake, I've seen her many times, and it's clear. She's an old woman who likes virgins, and you're the sixth guy I've introduced to her."

"How come! That's not what she told me..." "Now is not the time to be shocked by these things." Tong Yuan looked impatient, frowning and glaring at Tomohiko, "And then? What happened to that girl?" Tomohiko quickly explained the situation dejectedly, and added his opinion that he might not be able to hide from the police. Kirihara hummed. "I understand. Since her husband knows about you, it's really difficult to hide it. There's no way, you just bite the bullet and accept the police investigation." The tone sounded like she was planning to stand by and watch.

“I’m going to tell the whole story,” Tomohiko said, “including what happened in that apartment, of course.” Kirihara's face became ugly, and he scratched his temples. "That's troublesome. That kind of thing can't just be said to be a middle-aged woman playing with fire." "But if you don't tell me, how can you explain how I met her?" "There are as many reasons as you want, just say you were found by her when you were wandering in Shinsaibashi?" "...If you lie to the police, I'm really not sure. Maybe if they press me, I'll give up."

"It's really like that," Kirihara glared at Tomohiko again, and beat his knees vigorously, "The people behind me won't ignore it." "Behind you?" "You think I can do that kind of business by myself?" "Underworld?" "Whatever you think." Kirihara bent his head to the left and right, making his joints crackle, and then he grabbed Tomohiko's collar with his hands like lightning. "Anyway, if you want to save your life, it's best not to talk too much. In this world, there are many people who are more terrifying than the police." His fierce tone made Tomohiko dare not speak back.Thinking that Tomohiko had been persuaded by this, Kirihara stood up. "Kirihara..." "what?" "It's okay..." Tomohiko lowered his head, speechless. Kirihara snorted and turned around.Just then, the blue cloth covering the square box fell down, revealing Tomohiko's beloved personal computer. "Hey!" Tong Yuan opened his eyes wide, "Is this yours?" "Ok." "So you have such a good thing." Tong Yuan squatted down to check, "You can write programs?" "Basic is generally good." "Where's the Assembler?" "A little bit." Tomohiko thought while answering, it turned out that Kirihara was very good at computers. Basic and Assembier. Both are names of computer languages. "Have you written a program?" "Wrote a game program." "Show me." "Next time... now is not the time to watch that kind of stuff." "Do as I say!" Kirihara grabbed Tomohiko's neckline with one hand. Intimidated by Kirihara's aura, Tomohiko took out the folder from the bookshelf, which contained the paper on which he recorded the flowchart and procedures.He handed the folder to Kirihara. Kirihara looked at it seriously.Soon, he closed the folder, closed his eyes, and remained motionless. Tomohiko wanted to ask, but he hesitated, because Kirihara's lips were moving, and he didn't know what he was muttering. "Sonomura," Kirihara finally said, "Do you want me to help you?" "Ok?" Kirihara faced Tomohiko. "Do as I say, and you'll be out of trouble, and you won't be caught by the police. I can make that woman's death have nothing to do with you." "You can do it?" "Are you willing to listen to me?" "Ken, I will do whatever you say." Tomohiko nodded eagerly. "What type are you?" "what?" "blood type." "Oh...Type O." "Type O... good. Are you using a condom?" "Condoms? You mean condoms?" "right." "used." "Okay!" Kirihara got up again, stretched out his hand to Tomohiko, "give me the hotel key."