Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

"I'm sorry," Natsuki Amamiya politely declined, "I have other things to do."

“Then I’ll wait until you’re free. I’ll be ready to serve you anytime.” Miss Sakura still smiled, her fan covering her face. “I just heard some news. Someone saw one of your kind.”

Amamiya Natsuki's heart stirred and she said:

What are the characteristics of that person?

"Hmm, it seems to be a girl." Miss Sakura gently waved her fan, her voice gentle. "She has beautiful black hair and seems quite pretty."

"Could it be Kaguya-chan?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes brightened slightly.

In the previous narration, it was mentioned that there was a player in the school who disliked players who couldn't afford A-cup breasts, but based solely on the small-breasted attribute, it was impossible to determine the other party's identity.

Ultimately, the number of flat-chested girls in reality far exceeds the number of girls with large breasts.

Amamiya Natsuki said:

"Please tell me the exact location, Miss Sakura."

"Hey buddy, be careful!"

Since Miss Sakura had revealed the information, she had no intention of hiding it. She gave the address, waved gently, and turned to leave gracefully.

"The chances of it being Kaguya are more than 50%," Natsuki Amamiya said decisively. "Let's go."

Chapter 254 There's a lone neighbor lady here.

Just leave.

Previously, there was no clear goal; instead of searching for a needle in a haystack, it was better to wait patiently.

Now that they know the player is suspected to be Kaguya, they naturally have to take the initiative to find out.

"I'll go with Chika." Amamiya Natsuki said, glancing at Zhu Zhu-sama. "You're staying behind to continue working?"

"No." Lady Zhu quickly shook her head, biting her lip, and said, "I'll go with you."

Leaving someone alone in a restaurant filled with eeriness is just too dangerous!

I absolutely do not want to stay!

Amamiya Natsuki nodded. "Then let's go together."

"..."

However, there was one more thing before I left.

"Manager, I'm going out for a bit," Natsuki Amamiya said casually. "If any customers come, have them line up and wait for me to come back."

"..."

Even with the store manager's good temper, he couldn't help but say this at this moment:

"Aren't you afraid at all, you're just a human?"

You are right.

Amamiya Natsuki is truly unafraid.

It's a seller's market where everyone is in a monopoly. If you want to eat there, you have to wait in line. There are countless examples of this in real life.

If you want to eat at any restaurant or by any chef with a bit of a reputation, you have to make a reservation in advance and wait in line.

How can the principle of scarcity be demonstrated if there is no queue?

It’s an old tradition.

What I fear most are those hot-tempered men who are unable to communicate, lack wisdom, and will try to eat people without saying a word.

However, those mindless monsters shouldn't be able to get into the restaurant.

"Manager, I need to discuss something with you," Natsuki Amamiya said again. "Should we expand the store's business?"

"……How to say?"

“As Miss Sakurako just mentioned, many residents in the town are unable to go out for meals for various reasons,” Natsuki Amamiya said calmly. “Without delicious food, being stuck at home all alone must be quite boring, right?”

"Therefore, I think our store can start a takeout service."

Without keeping everyone in suspense, Natsuki Amamiya quickly explained the process and advantages of food delivery. "Simply put, it's a win-win service. What do you think, manager?"

The old shopkeeper stopped cooking and began to think seriously. This strange town, which had been lifeless and abandoned by the times for a long time, had never had a takeout business.

"You can give it a try."

After a moment, the old shopkeeper finally nodded.

"Manager, you're busy, we'll head out now."

After speaking with a smile, Natsuki Amamiya turned and walked into the kitchen, where she brought out a woven basket.

Seeing the store manager looking over, Amamiya Natsuki made no attempt to hide anything and said matter-of-factly:

"These are leftover, substandard dishes from earlier. I'm planning to make the most of them and provide samples for the guests. Isn't that normal?"

Store manager: "..."

After saying goodbye to the manager, Natsuki Amamiya and the two girls walked out of the restaurant.

The sky became completely dark.

Night falls.

The ghost town is becoming increasingly desolate and dilapidated, with not a single person to be seen on the streets.

"Huh, there are even streetlights?" Fujiwara Chika said in surprise. "I thought a town like this would be pitch black at night."

"It's practically the same as nothing."

Amamiya Natsuki looked at the streetlights not far away; the light was dim, but better than nothing. "How many maps have you drawn?"

"Not many, less than twenty." Fujiwara Chika raised her right hand, her wrist drooping, and said pitifully, "My hand is so sore."

Amamiya Natsuki said, "Shall I rub it for you?"

"No, I refuse."

Fujiwara Chika quickly hid her hands behind her back.

Even if there's no one else around, Lord Zhu Zhu is right here, how could I possibly ask you to help massage my wrists!

"Um, there should be a convenience store in town, right?" Lady Zhu Zhu suggested. "Maybe they have a printer inside?"

“We’ll find out when we go take a look.” Fujiwara Chika’s eyes lit up, but she shook her head again. “However, the convenience store is in another direction… Let’s go find Kaguya-chan first, we can talk about the convenience store later.”

Natsuki Amamiya took out graffiti spray and glue from her game inventory; these were miscellaneous items she had acquired through trading.

"We'll divide the work and put up a map at every intersection from now on."

"receive."

"give it to me."

"..."

The two girls enthusiastically accepted the task.

Spray brightly colored arrows on the wall with graffiti spray to create eye-catching signs, and then stick hand-drawn maps in places like intersections. Once someone passes by, they will definitely be able to find the map.

Although it's called a map, its content is actually much richer.

In addition to a simplified topographical map of the town, there are also coded messages indicating the player's identity, information about the strange tales surrounding the restaurant, and finally, contact points and contact methods.

Posting small advertisements is very simple. There's no one on the street, so there's no need to sneak around. Just walk and post them as you go. Before long, only the last two hand-drawn maps are left.

Fujiwara Chika, still wanting more, put away the last map, wondering if she could make a copy later.

The three then quickened their pace and continued on their way.

After a while.

The three arrived at a house.

This is an ordinary detached house that seems to have been neglected for a long time. The courtyard is overgrown with withered grass and fallen leaves, and half of the wall is covered with ivy, but unfortunately it has all withered and died, making it look particularly dilapidated and desolate.

"This is it."

Amamiya Natsuki stopped and looked at the mailbox at the door of the house, where the family's surname, Hoshino, could be vaguely seen.

"Hey, there's actually light inside," Fujiwara Chika whispered, "That's strange."

"Stay vigilant." Amamiya Natsuki nodded. "Be sure to cooperate."

"clear."

"..."

The three of them walked to the door, and Amamiya Natsuki let out a soft breath and pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang low and slightly jarring in the dim night.

dong dong dong.

Footsteps quickly approached the door.

With a soft creak, the door was slowly pulled open a crack.

The two girls stood behind Natsuki Amamiya, looking into the house with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. To their surprise, the person who opened the door was a gentle-looking woman wearing an apron, who looked no different from an ordinary neighbor.

However, with the stunningly beautiful Sakurako with two faces as a precedent, no one dared to underestimate her.

"Why are you only getting back now?" The woman opened the door, her tone slightly reproachful. "Dinner has been ready for a long time, it's almost cold."

"Ok?"

Amamiya Natsuki was taken aback.

This tone... why does it sound so strangely familiar?

"Hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned and went into the house.

"Natsuki." Fujiwara Chika reached out and tugged at Amamiya Natsuki's sleeve, whispering, "Why does it feel like I'm coming home late? What will Mom say?"