The ringtone of the cell phone rang, and Kitakawaji glanced at the name of the person on it, then reached out to answer the phone:

"Hey? Akishi?"

"Ah Kitagawa, the inviting Aikawahara to meet you about the thing you said failed." Yuna Akishi said embarrassedly.

Aikawahara was very alert for some reason. Even if she went to contact her, she only received the other party's polite rejection.

"I can understand." Kitakawaji took a look at the time.

It was around 8 o'clock in the morning and he asked for leave from the school in advance.

After all, it is best to investigate the matters on Shinhara Tamako's side as soon as possible.

"Since that's the case, I'll go to contact Aikawahara in person. Akishi, please investigate Shinhara Tamako's interpersonal relationships for me for the time being."

It seems that Aikawahara is probably ready to attend classes at school. After all, Kitagawaji has also played him for a while, so I know this clearly.

Taking advantage of this time, Kitagawaji decided to reverse the order of the investigation a little, go to the apartment rented by Shinhara Tamako first, and then go directly to Sacred Heart Girls' School to meet Aikawahara in the afternoon.

As for the time of get out of class, Kitakawaji had already remembered the course schedule when he was reading the lesson plan.

Today is Monday, and Aikawahara's course is in the afternoon. As long as you go to the gate of Sacred Heart Girls' High School at that time, there should be no problem meeting Aikawahara.

Since the plan had been made, Kitagawaji no longer hesitated, and said hello to Nakashima Kokawa and left.

The apartment area rented by Tamako Shimahara is a group of high-end apartments in Shibuya District. The security system is very tight, but Kitagawa Temple has a telephone number from Sugida, so it would not be a big problem to get the extra room card from the apartment manager.

Take a taxi from Wenjing District to take more than ten minutes. Then, under the guidance of the security guard in the security room, the Kitakawa met the person in charge of the apartment wearing a suit and an ordinary appearance.

"Is Miss Shinhara who lives in Room 403?" The apartment manager asked while carrying the customer list.

"Yes." Kitagawaji nodded and responded.

Hearing Kitakawaji's answer, the apartment pushed his glasses responsibly, showing a hint of embarrassment: "But Room 403 is not an empty room, Mr. Kitakawa, I saw it last time."

He got stuck halfway through his words, as if there was something unspeakable.

"You can actually talk to Mr. Sugihara's guardian of Miss Shinhara Tamako. I just want to go into the room to take a look. Sorry, can you please give me the room card first?" Kitagawaji replied calmly.

"Please allow me to confirm first. Please wait for a while, Mr. Kitagawa." The person in charge of the apartment said politely, then picked up the landline microphone beside him and started to call Sugizuki.

The other side was connected soon, and with the words "Yes, yes, okay, I understand." The person in charge of the apartment put down the microphone and said politely to Kitakawaji: "I will get the room card for you now, Mr. Kitakawa."

He confirmed there for a while, then took out a room card and handed it to Kitakawaji.

"Please, please." Kitakawaji took the room card expressionlessly, stood up and walked out the door.

Shinhara Tamako lives in Room 403, Building B. Kitakawaji quickly arrived at Building B according to the sign. After swiping the card to enter the door, he took the elevator and went straight to the fourth floor. Soon he arrived at the door of Room 403.

But

Kitakawaji subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

How come there are voices in Room 403?

The voices of men and women?

Maybe this is what the apartment manager didn't finish.

Logically speaking, Room 403 is an apartment room used by Shinhara Tamako alone, so there will be no outsiders coming in.

Kitakawaji pinched the room card and squinted his eyes. He did not choose to use the door card to push the door directly into it. Instead, he stood outside the door and rang the doorbell.

Dingdong

The crisp sound of the electric bell ripples.

But no one came out of the room.

Kitakawaji put his finger on the doorbell button without saying a word

Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong

The rapid sound suddenly calmed the room. After a while, Kitakawaji Temple heard the sound of a woman teasing from the room.

"Hey, just go and have a look. Maybe there are couriers or something."

"It's obviously just early in the morning, it's really troublesome."

"Haha, don't be angry, I will compensate you later."

Another slight whisper.

To be honest, if Kitakawa Temple had not improved a lot of physical fitness, it would be difficult for Kitakawa Temple to hear low voices like theirs.

""Baichuan Temple.

Kitagawa Temple's face did not change at all, but there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows.

Trouble? If he hadn't had something to ask these people, Kitakawaji would have to let them know what real trouble is now.

Accompanied by the dull footsteps, someone came to the entrance, and then the other party opened the door directly without confirming it from Maoyan.

This is a man with yellow hair, with a fierce look. You can tell at first glance that he is the kind of gangster wandering on the streets.

This man only looks at his face, but he is only in his twenties and is considered young, but his eye-catching yellow hair has increased his actual age a lot, making Kitakawaji feel a little annoying.

"Who are you?" The man with yellow hair said impatiently as soon as he saw Kitakawaji, "I'm sorry, we won't come to the door for promotion here, please go and find the next one."

Kitakawaji did not answer, but just glanced at the other person calmly.

His gaze made the yellow-haired man feel uncomfortable all over, and he felt like he was seen through the cold and hard young man in front of him.

The yellow-haired man became more and more impatient, and he shouted loudly:

"Get out! Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Hearing the words of the man with yellow hair, Kitakawaji then retracted his eyes and stretched out a finger with a plain expression:

"First. I'm not a suspicious salesman."

Then he stretched out his second finger:

"Secondly, depending on your reaction, you should not be a regular resident here, otherwise you wouldn't have said what you just now."

"Shibuya District is a standard wealthy district. Most of the people who can live in Shibuya District have an annual income of more than 8 million yen. And such high-end apartments are not allowed to enter salesmen who come to the door. The electronic door below will also block them outside the door. The next question is, who are you? Why live here? This should be where Miss Tamako Shinhara lives."

"Yako Shinhara?" Hearing this name, the yellow-haired man's face became obviously panicked, and then his face darkened, and he looked even more impatient: "What does it have to do with you when we live here? Get out of here!"

Kitakawa Temple returned to silence again.

To be honest, Kitagawa Temple doesn’t want to go into the details of what the yellow-haired man in front of him has to do with Tamako Shinhara.

He just frowned and looked at the other person.

The yellow-haired man had a strong smell of intertwining with men and women, which made him unable to help but show such disgust.

"You bastard!!!"

Feeling the subtle disgusting gaze of Kitakawaji, the yellow-haired man finally couldn't help it. He punched the face of Kitakawaji, intending to let the cold-faced young man who suddenly appeared suffer.

then

The yellow-haired man widened his eyes.

Because the perspective changed in an instant, the white ceiling reflected in both eyes.

Just now, he seemed to have only seen the young man reach out and didn't know what the young man did, and he was tumbling in the air.

Bang!!!!!!

The yellow-haired man was smashed heavily to the ground, making a dull human body sound.

pain!

it hurts!

A real pain came from the back, causing the yellow-haired man to open his eyes wide and his mouth opened like a dead fish.

Bang!

A severe pain also came from the abdomen, and the squeezed pain made the yellow-haired man's whole body flutter.

"You," the yellow-haired man stared at Kitakawa Temple, which was stepping on his abdomen with wide eyes and frightened. His face was so painful that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Kitagawa Temple ignored the other person's gaze and kicked the yellow-haired man in the abdomen.

Looking at the struggle of the yellow-haired man spitting out a mouthful of bile, Kitakawaji still looked calm.

It is not Kitakawaji's style to fight back or scold him, not to mention that he had already accumulated some emotions when he rang the doorbell just now.

The room was dark, and it was filled with the body odor of men and women.

The excessively harsh air quality made Kitagawaji frown.

He took out a rubber rod from behind the door.

I don’t know what this rubber rod is used for by these men and women, but it’s quite appropriate to hold it in your hands anyway.

Hang the door on the anti-theft chain and locked it up. Kitakawaji had no expression on his face. He held a rubber rod in one hand and pinched the man's hair with the other hand, dragging the other to the room.

At four o'clock in the afternoon.

This is exactly the time when Sacred Heart Women's College is over and over.
To be continued...