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“Come and get something,” Fujiwara Izaya said, looking ahead. “Ms. Momose, who was murdered earlier, was an orphan since she was a child. No one took care of her funeral arrangements, so I asked Ikeda Seiji for a cemetery plot to bury her. But her body is gone, so I had to come and collect her belongings to bury in the cemetery in place of her ashes.”

"Ah, I see..." Kasahara Asuka's tone was somewhat bored.

The small motorcycle drove through the factory area, and at the end of the overgrown road were several employee residences.

As soon as Inspector Suzuki, who was waiting downstairs, saw Izaya Fujiwara, he greeted him and came up to him.

“Young mages, this way.” He led the way while introducing the buildings in a solicitous manner: “These buildings around here were originally for workers to live in, but almost all the factories here have gone out of business, and all the workers without any skills have lost their jobs. Many people have chosen to stay here, and many people have left. Miss Momose is one of those who left.”

"Is she being kept by a sugar daddy?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

Inspector Suzuki nodded: "Yes, she only comes back here occasionally."

As they spoke, the three walked through the long corridor between the buildings and came to an open door.

Behind the door was a dimly lit room, even during the day, with an old electric light casting a faint glow, and the air, unsurprisingly, was filled with a dusty smell.

As soon as she walked in, Asuka Kasahara frowned.

Clearly, she didn't like the smell. She covered her nose and quickly walked across the small living room to the window for some fresh air.

Fujiwara Izaya looked around.

It was a typical staff apartment, with one bedroom, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. The walls were thin, and the floorboards creaked and groaned; the ceiling would probably shake violently whenever the toilet upstairs was flushed. Dishes were piled up in the sink, empty beverage bottles, open magazines, and tulips past their bloom were scattered haphazardly on the floor. Dusty stockings were draped over the back of a chair, and a month-old newspaper and some money order slips were spread out on the dining table.

"That woman really doesn't take care of herself." Asuka Kasahara breathed in the fresh air blowing in from the window and said to Izaya Fujiwara, "Senpai is too kind. Why does she have to do these things? She doesn't deserve it, and no one appreciates Senpai's kindness."

Fujiwara Izaya wanted to say something to her, but when he thought that she was just a child who had not been hardened by society and probably wouldn't listen to any profound principles, he had no choice but to give up.

"Little mage, the things are almost packed..." Inspector Suzuki came out of the bedroom carrying a cardboard box and placed it on the table.

"Thanks a lot."

Fujiwara Izaya opened the box and looked inside.

High school textbooks and notebooks, a tailor's box and art supply box, sketchbooks, craft knives; framed high school graduation yearbooks, school trip postcards, Izumi Sakai CDs, and other items.

“None of these things are related to Kitahara Hideki.” Inspector Suzuki dusted off his hands, his expression somewhat wistful. “Anyway, the Kitahara family doesn’t acknowledge her, so this is a fair form of retaliation.”

As Fujiwara Izaya picked up his suitcase to leave, a glance at the remittance slips on the table caught his eye, revealing that they were all being sent to the same orphanage.

The amounts range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and the remittance dates are the first of each month. At a glance, this stack of remittance slips shows no breaks in the months.

“She grew up in this orphanage,” Inspector Suzuki explained, noticing his gaze.

"Take this too." Fujiwara Rinya stuffed the remittance slip into the box and called out to the girl by the window, "Let's go."

“Hey, wait a minute, let me take another look,” Kasahara Asuka excitedly pointed out the window, “There are sheep there, such cute little sheep.”

Fujiwara Izaya glanced outside.

Behind the staff dormitory was a tram track, with overgrown grass on both sides, giving it a wild, untamed feel. Someone was herding a flock of sheep along the tracks, the lambs grazing as they went.

"It's time to go, Ikeda is waiting for us."

"No, Asuka, this is the first time I've ever seen a live sheep. Let's take a look before we go."

“I told you, Ikeda is waiting for us!” Fujiwara Izaya’s tone became slightly stern.

"Eh?"

Kasahara Asuka was stunned.

"If you want to see it, then see it here yourself." Fujiwara Izaya said coldly, turning and walking out the door.

"Wait for me!" Asuka Kasahara quickly chased after him.

After catching up with him, the junior girl pouted, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of his shirt, looking aggrieved as if to say, "Why are you being mean to me?"

“I told you, I’m busy today and don’t have time to joke around with you.” Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her, his expression serious. “Also, please shut your mouth and show some respect for the dead.”

“…Hmm.” Kasahara Asuka pouted and puffed out her cheeks.

Clearly, she didn't take his words to heart.

Fujiwara Izaya stopped and looked into her clear, bright eyes.

Their eyes met, and Kasahara Asuka couldn't help but smile, a sly smile, as if she knew exactly what Fujiwara Izaya was up to about her.

"Regardless of how you feel about Ms. Momose, I hope you will remember one thing from now on." Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her face, which clearly showed that she had never been bullied or suffered, and said slowly, "Whenever you criticize someone, please think about it first. Not everyone in this world has the same advantages as you."

"..."

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head to one side, revealing a puzzled expression.

A few seconds later, she realized what was happening and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's clothes tightly, asking, "Is senpai really angry?"

"Really." Fujiwara Izaya gave an affirmative answer.

“Uh… I don’t understand,” Kasahara Asuka lowered her head slightly embarrassedly, her long eyelashes drooping down. “I wasn’t angry when Asuka framed me, but I got angry because of Asuka’s comments about Momose-san. Senpai… you’re a weirdo.”

"It's not too late to leave now." Fujiwara Izaya walked back downstairs.

"But it's fun~~" Kasahara Asuka grabbed his hem and wouldn't let go, smiling cutely as she apologized to him, "Asuka knows she was wrong, senpai please forgive me~~ Smile, don't keep a long face!"

Inspector Suzuki, who was walking at the back, suddenly let out a burp.

From his perspective, the two really looked like a young couple, and the kind of rich, beautiful heiress who practically gave him her dowry for free. For a moment, the inspector felt a sour taste in his mouth, like he'd just eaten several lemons.

Around noon, the two returned to Kagurazaka.

Entering Zenkokuji Temple, after passing the front courtyard and the central courtyard, you arrive at the cemetery area at the very back.

The cemetery is built on a high platform and covers a large area. The crisscrossing paths between the graves are covered with fine sand, which is soft underfoot. Neatly trimmed azaleas and forget-me-nots adorn the area.

"Fujiwara, over here!" Ikeda Seiji, dressed in monk's robes, waved in front of a cemetery.

"Thank you for your help, Ikeda-kun." Fujiwara Izaya walked over and took a photo out of the cardboard box and handed it to him.

“I’ll go make the tombstone right away.” Ikeda Seiji winked at him and then looked at Kasahara Asuka beside him. “Kasahara-san, would you like to rest in the meditation room? I’ll have someone prepare some tea for you.”

"I'm not going!" Kasahara Asuka shrugged dismissively. "Unless you go too, senpai."

"Damn it!" Ikeda Seiji glared at the couple in front of him. "We agreed to stay single together, but Fujiwara, you sneaked off! This is outrageous..."

Asuka Kasahara smiled kindly: "Huh?"

"I'm so happy for him..." Ikeda Seiji's smile was very forced.

"Let's go, let's go," Kasahara Asuka waved her little hand as if shooing away a mosquito, "Don't bother me here, or I'll get Koike to dump you today."

Ikeda Seiji looked to Fujiwara Izaya for help.

"..."

Fujiwara Rin didn't know what to say.

“Fujiwara,” Ikeda Seiji stepped forward, looking at him earnestly, “Remember what you promised me? I can’t live without Koike…”

“I’ll try my best…” Fujiwara Izaya sighed.

Kasahara Asuka's eyes lit up.

Instantly, a lewd and mischievous smile appeared on her glistening little lips.

Fujiwara Izaya instinctively sensed something was wrong, but before he could escape, his junior grabbed his collar with one hand and pressed the other hand against the back of his head, forcing his head down.

She was using a lot of force, and her little hands were trembling slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the girl's delicate lips, which were pressed into a thin line.

Faced with her lewd and wicked smile, all the Mountain God could do at the moment was to open his mouth and breathe slightly.

"Ikeda, what are you still standing there for?" Asuka Kasahara scolded condescendingly.

The little monk obediently shrank back and left.

In the cemetery where only the two of them remained, Kasahara Asuka, holding Fujiwara Izaya down, puffed out her chest triumphantly: "Senpai, you need something from me, right?"

"..." Fujiwara Rin also wanted to deny it.

Unfortunately, he had taken advantage of the young monk, and he would feel guilty if he refused to help.

"Do you want me to put in a good word for you in front of Koike?" Kasahara Asuka asked with a sly smile, her expression as arrogant as could be.

“…Yes.” Fujiwara Izaya couldn’t help but swallow.

Their faces were very close, the girl's soft little mouth was slightly open, and her lips shone with a bewitching luster as she smiled.

"I'll help!" Kasahara Asuka nodded in satisfaction, and then... she seemed to notice that the two of them were too close. Her cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly let go of his hand and looked away.

With such low defense, she's a disgrace to the world of little devils... Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

"Senpai..." Kasahara Asuka cautiously turned her gaze slightly towards him, revealing an innocent smile as if to hide her shyness: "You have to accompany Asuka to get her nails done from now on!"

"it is good."

"I need to accompany Asuka to get her ears pierced."

"it is good."

"We'll fight the seniors too."

"Okay...wait, I won't fight!"

"No way!" Kasahara Asuka immediately stood on tiptoe, grabbed his collar with both hands, and shook her head as she gave the order: "You have to hit him, and you have to wear matching earrings with Asuka!"

With each shake of her head, her beautiful orange hair would playfully bounce around, like the mischievous paws of an orange cat. Fujiwara Izaya felt a sense of relief and couldn't help but laugh.

Kasahara Asuka smiled and said, "That means you agreed, senpai!"

"We'll talk about it later..." Fujiwara Izaya thought he should put it off as long as possible.

“You can’t escape, senpai!” Kasahara Asuka made a gun gesture and fired a bullet into his chest with a “whoosh”, a confident smile on her face.

"You can't eat me!"

Fujiwara Izaya also wore a confident smile.

To be honest, the junior's face is indeed pleasing to the eye. Although her behavior is a bit deliberate, it's impossible to dislike her if she only acts that way towards me. As for her personality, she's probably been spoiled since childhood, which is a headache in some ways, but she's not beyond redemption; she just needs some gentle guidance…

Slow!

What am I thinking...? Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook the thought out of his mind, walked to the flower bed at the edge of the cemetery, picked three forget-me-nots, and placed them in front of the three graves.

Kasahara Asuka asked curiously, "Who is buried inside?"

“Just like Ms. Momose.” Fujiwara Izaya bowed, his eyes sweeping over the portraits on the three tombstones. “Victims who died without family or friends to claim them should at least have a place to go.”