Chapter 57 Part III, Section 58: Cicadas on the Eighth Day (58)

"It's hard to let go, isn't it?" Kumi turned her head in the steam, smiled abruptly at me, and said so loudly. "Yes, Xiao Ai." Puzzled, Kaoru responded like an answering insect, and our laughter resounded in the misty bathroom. August 4th The developments seem to be more serious than I thought. Today, my assigned job is to be an operator.It was a first for this kind of work.I went to the west room on the top floor that I hadn't stepped into until now.It was a room with stainless steel tables and stainless steel cabinets, which looked like a reference room.At one of the tables sat Sarai, who was carefully reading the documents.Shaku, who brought me to the room, locked the door, urged me to sit down, and handed me a document that was stapled together.

"Media Handbook"—it says so on the cover. "Lu, I remember you used to work in the propaganda department of a first-class company?" Shaku said as he sat down beside me. "It's not a first-class company..." In a place where "education and qualifications are external objects", Shaku's words surprised me a bit. "Now is not the time to be humble. You know? Now, here is a little test. Those stupid parents made such a big fuss that they attracted the media. Didn't you entrust all your property when you joined here? You give up. This is the same for everyone, but now there are some idiots clamoring for us to pay back the money. In fact, it was like this before. We had to explain them one by one, and finally convinced them that there was no problem at all, but this time , Taking advantage of the commotion of demanding the return of their daughters, those people started to make trouble again. There are also rumors that we put underage girls under house arrest, and that we are a vicious group that seizes other people's property and does not return it. It's ridiculous! The child was kidnapped because the other party asked us to take him in..."

As if to interrupt Shaku, who was getting more and more distracted, a phone rang with a soft ringtone.Sarai glanced at Shaku, picked up the microphone, glanced at Shaku from time to time, repeatedly said "yes" and "no" with a solemn expression, then looked down at the guidebook and began to say: "As I have repeatedly emphasized, we Not a religious group..." "Okay, I'll check the situation again. I'm too talkative, and I'm not allowed to answer the phone." Shaku stuck out her tongue at me and walked out of the room. "Ah - nerve-wracking."

After hanging up the phone, Sarai stretched herself and stood up, opening the half-opened windows.But still no wind blows in.Sarai leaned against the window, fanning her face with her hands. "How many underage people are there now?" I asked Sarai. "There are three children who live without a mother. There is also a 20-year-old girl who is in the pre-work stage. Yami, the one whose parents are the most violent, is basically a little sister to me. She has been warping since she was fifteen. He also has friendships with motorcycle racers and has had relationships with several men. Before he was eighteen, he had two abortions."