Tokyo, but I'm a deceitful scumbag.

I was right!

These bookish reporters who have just graduated are all show and no substance; they can be easily manipulated by simply intimidating them!

Thinking about it that way, 30,000 yen is still too little. Maybe I should take out my butterfly knife and show it off in front of him, and swindle another 50,000 yen...

Thinking this, he decided to lead Hoshino Hideyuki to the back of the building.

But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly realized he had missed a step.

Wait, am I really that close to the stairs?

"what!"

With a scream, the blond-haired man fell down the stairs, his waist hitting the corner repeatedly.

A few seconds after landing, he struggled to stand up, but found that he couldn't get up no matter what.

"Help, help me!"

He could only collapse on the first floor, looking up at Hideyuki Hoshino, groaning incessantly.

Gee tut.

Hoshino Hideyuki said with a pitying expression:

"Oh dear, you were so careless! You're not going to be paralyzed from the waist down, are you? You'd better not move around too much!"

At this time.

"Honey!"

Hearing the scream, the tattooed woman ran out of the house. After glancing at the man, she angrily pointed at Hoshino Hideyuki and said:

"You pushed him down!?"

"Madam, why didn't you call an ambulance before making false accusations?"

Hoshino Hideyuki said, sounding quite aggrieved:

“Your husband tripped and fell. If you don’t believe me, we can call the police. Your husband was wearing a polyester jacket. If I had pushed him, there would have been sweat stains or even fingerprints on it.”

Despite his words, Hideyuki Hoshino had no intention of calling the police.

That's too much trouble. Just do another "viewing flowers through the mirror" and slip away.

But then, an unexpected, crisp sound rang out in the corridor.

“Mrs. Hashimoto, I just saw it. It was your husband who accidentally stepped into a hole. It has nothing to do with this reporter.”

At the door.

Amamiya Yukiho came out.

"In any case, you should call an ambulance first."

Chapter 34 The young lady keeps the fox in her heart

"I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

The woman was very unhappy with Amamiya Yukiho's interruption and her face contorted as she tried to attack her.

But the next second, she was frozen in place.

One of Amamiya Yukiho's two maids had already stood in front of the woman. She was expressionless, and the scar on her right eye was particularly noticeable in the sunlight.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"You must not be rude to the young lady."

"I don't care if you're a 'Miss' or not..."

The woman sensed the difference in strength from the aura, but after hesitating for less than half a second, she glared angrily and made a move to slap the maid.

Well, some people are like that. Even if they can't beat someone, they'll still arrogantly make the first move. They're used to doing things their own way.

then……

In the blink of an eye, she was thrown to the ground by the maid with an over-the-shoulder throw, lying side by side with her cheap husband, highlighting their loving relationship, even their broken bones were a pair.

wonderful.

Hideyuki Hoshino clapped.

He now confirmed that Amamiya Yukiho's security measures were far superior to those of the magnanimous Abe-san!

the other side.

Amamiya Yukiho slowly walked downstairs and said to the two people on the ground:

"Mr. Hashimoto, Mrs. Hashimoto, it is very regrettable that this has happened."

Then she changed the subject: "But ultimately, it's all because of your carelessness. I'll help call an ambulance. If you want compensation or anything else, please contact this lawyer."

The maid next to him placed a business card on the blond man's chest at the opportune moment.

It has a feeling of scattering flower petals on a corpse.

Hoshino Hideyuki couldn't help but laugh out loud. When he turned his head, he found that Amamiya Yukiho was also staring at him with a smile and gesturing for them to chat a short distance away.

Now it's hard to refuse.

Let's just stall for a while and then find a chance to leave.

So, after walking about twenty meters...

"Don't you want to speak first, sir?"

A gentle breeze carried the delicate scent of lilies, along with the girl's clear voice, into the fox's ears.

Hoshino Hideyuki bowed readily: "Thank you very much, otherwise I would have been in real trouble if they had really gotten on my nerves."

"You're too kind."

Amamiya Yukiho responded with a smile: "Misa told me that the reporter is a good person, and good people should be rewarded, which is why I helped you."

"But... Misa is really pitiful... Her sister passed away, and her parents are like this..."

She lowered her head, her eyelids drooping slightly, and fine strands of hair brushed against her face.

"I instructed the maid to warn them again later, but I don't know if it will work..."

Hoshino Hideyuki continued:

"Personally, I think that getting involved to this point is enough."

"After all, they are her family. She has to face it herself, just like her sister did. Whether she endures it or seeks intervention from relevant institutions, she, as a high school student, has to make her own decision."

"If you help her too much, it's hard to say whether she'll be more grateful or more insecure."

Amamiya Yukiho's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she nodded quite seriously: "Inferiority complex... That's true, I'm probably still too flamboyant."

"Oh, I was just saying it offhand. Just take it with a grain of salt and don't take it too seriously."

"The reporter is really interesting."

The young lady covered her mouth and chuckled, then continued, "Well then, I have one last question to ask~"

"Excuse me."

When did you first meet me?

"……what?"

Hideyuki Hoshino quickly shook his head: "I've already said, I haven't seen you before today!"

"But I always felt that the reporter looked very familiar..."

"That must be what they call déjà vu!"

Hoshino Hideyuki shrugged: "Even though it's the first time we've met, it feels strangely familiar. That's probably the feeling. It's very common, nothing to worry about!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and looked at it again:

"Ah, it's already this late. Sorry, I had a great chat, but I have to go now. I can't help it, poor adults like me have to keep busy just to survive..."

Amamiya Yukiho blinked: "So eager? Then, spend another ten minutes with me, how about ten thousand yen per minute?"

"I reject!"

"What about 100,000?"

Not sisters.

Is this how money is used?

"...A real man has to earn his own money with his own hands, Miss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without giving the other party a chance to reply, Hoshino Hideyuki strode away.

"Oh dear, what a pity."

Amamiya Yukiho tilted her head and gave the short-haired maid a look.

She and the scarred maid then turned around and got into a black luxury car that was already waiting on the street.

On the carriage, the maid asked:

"Miss, are you very concerned about that person?"

Amamiya Yukiho replied, "Yes, because he lied. He clearly saw me before, but... I don't remember ever seeing him before."

If an ordinary person heard this, they would just think that the young lady was being willful and talking nonsense.

How do you know they're lying?

Besides, what's strange about him not having seen you? Maybe he just passed by or you forgot.

However, the scarred maid wouldn't have such thoughts.

Because she knew that her young mistress had two special talents compared to ordinary people.

The first gift is the ability to detect lies.

No one knows why, but ever since Yukiko Amamiya was old enough to understand, anyone who lies in front of her will be seen through at a glance—so much so that in some special circles, Yukiko Amamiya has earned the reputation of being a liar.

The second talent is hypermemory.