I just want to be a regular writer

She lowered her eyes and no longer looked at the marionette. After a long silence, she raised her head to look at Chiba Yu who had stopped in front of her, and then nodded slightly.

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I’m getting up late, and I don’t know if I can finish the code before going out. If not, I’ll post it in the afternoon during the lunch break (early month, full attendance, burst)

Chapter 051-A Story (Part 2)

"I didn't know that the French food in this hotel was so bad." When the order was delivered, Fernando only took a bite and put down his fork.

In fact, this French cuisine is not as unbearable as he said, it is only quite satisfactory at best.

But his mood was "average", so the food in his mouth became "under average".

"Let's talk about Elsa." Sasaki Azusa is not picky about food, but she regrets her lack of appetite at this moment.

The end of a table of dishes that still looked like that one thing was decided.

"Elsa?" Fernando raised her eyebrows, and then shook her head: "I can hardly remember her name when I speak, what is her last name?"

Elsa-Fernando's "lover" who disappeared during his trip to Egypt a few years ago.

Fernando only remembered that she was a passionate woman, with beautiful long curly brown-red hair like silk.

By the way, she also has a pair of amazing cat eyes, which are vast blue like the deep sea.She also likes to wear a colorful fishtail skirt, with her slender legs swaying on the ground and her waist, like a little mermaid cruising on land.

——Fernand remembers the appearance.

The memory that was deliberately ignored because of a name began to recover, Fernando suddenly remembered that the lady liked the iris that can be seen everywhere in the street greenery, and loved to take over the microphone of the lead singer of the band in the early morning bar to hum a Queen’s "I Want To Break Free".

She likes to look at Fernando when she sings, and then at the end of a song, she dragged a long microphone cable and gestured to the bartender to pour a glass of whiskey, handed the wine to Fernando in front of everyone in the bar, and gestured to Fernando with a smile. Drink it-as if you are declaring sovereignty, and as if you are doing a fixed ending action.

Fernando missed that time very much-it was what he suddenly realized at this moment.

They would leave the bar with each other’s waist, sometimes they couldn’t wait to return to the hotel they were staying in, and then smiled at each other and turned into the cheap love hotel next to the bar. No matter how run-down the room was, it would be intoxicating pink after being dyed. color.

They are very in sync, in every sense.

——She was Fernando's last assistant, a lady who was passionate, unrestrained, but smart enough to make people shout that God must be partial to creating things.

She would smile and pick up the ears of the teenager who was teasing girls on the street, squinting the slightly hanging sapphire cat eyes and threatening them, "If you don't apologize, I will kick your bird~"

She would kick Fernando, who came to ask for a kiss with the wine when she was sorting out the case information, and warned him that "it's business time now."

When the police arrested, she would raise her gun and rush up with excitement, and then be picked up by Fernando and thrown back to the car accompanying her-of course, the locked car can't trap her, she can always use various methods Run away and join the captured team.

She disappeared.

Fernando could not find her, even the corpse.

Elsa Camille.

——Fernando remembered, her name was Elsa Camille, his first... "lover".

He raised his hand to touch the tattoo on his wrist, smiled and raised his head: "I have been looking for Camille for a long time, it is a long time for me."

Fernando raised his index finger to his lips, his green eyes were still full of smiles: "One year. After I left that year, I lived in Egypt for another year, and I almost caught him."

Fernando has listened to the part that Azusa Sasaki knew, and now I should talk about the part he experienced.

"I don't know why Miss Sasaki thought that Risa Fukada did that thing back then, but in my opinion...the chief envoy is indeed a man."

Fernando said, shrugging: "But that man probably has some mental illness."

"How do you say?" Azusa Sasaki raised an eyebrow.

She didn't miss the complex emotions in Fernando's eyes, where the smile did not represent a happy mood.

But she had no intention and no time to look at others' past irrelevant to her: "I always think these will be two different stories."

"It might be so."

Fernando raised his right hand and shook it. The sleeve that was torn by the shards of the hanging lamp slid down, revealing the beetle tattoo on his head that was slightly faded because of the passage of time: "Listen to my story. I have found a few that are in your eyes. The "reality" overlaps."

Azusa Sasaki didn't speak, but folded her hands on her knees, and leaned relaxedly on the back of the sofa chair.

"Camille often leaves without saying goodbye."

When Fernando talked about this, he lowered his head and laughed: "So I didn't think it was a big deal at first. She always texted me when she reached a new place. If she met a very good dessert shop, she would still take pictures. In the album."

"She won't send me the photos. She must wait until we meet next time to count the advantages of those dessert shops, and then exchange from me for the promise of'next time we go together'. I seem to have not broken my promise. After that, she will always fly over with her immediately when the time is available."

"She is free like a bird without long legs. She never stops in the same place, always loves new and interesting things. Most people can't stand her disappearing again and again."

"I thought she would send me a text message for up to 24 hours. After all, this is an unwritten agreement between us."

"But not that time."

"I found it strange, so I handed over the remaining work to the local police, and used all the methods you can think of at the moment and I can think of to find her—to be honest, she is quite hateful, we all Quite hateful. I'm afraid she will die in a foreign land..."

Fernando froze for a moment when he said that, and then laughed: "A word is true."

"All the methods have failed. To be honest, even I have nothing." Fernando smiled and played with the corners of his clothes, with nostalgia in his eyes: "You know, I was quite arrogant a few years ago, almost willing to take care of it now. All things that can be solved with'It's all about your ass and it's all about me'."

"She's the same, what is our name? It smells similar?"

"I suddenly remembered that she had interrupted a drug transaction. It was too small!" Fernando made the exaggerated expression that Westerners are used to when telling jokes: "You said it was you, and you will pay attention to it immediately. To those little things? No way?"

Fernando curled his lips: "I didn't notice it anyway. This is the first mistake I made-arrogance."

"We are sure that it was a private transaction. It was just a bad luck ran into the nosy me and her. But when you think about it, there was only one thing that didn't end completely at the time-I mean. .. We could not find the source of supply for that transaction. The little bastard who was caught warned us that we would suffer. We did not believe it. After all, at least a thousand people have said this to us. "

"But that time... it was fulfilled."

Azusa Sasaki didn't say a word, just frowned slightly and listened.

Regarding this trivial matter, the information she received contained it—it was taken in just one line.

"I can't help it, so I had to check the source of supply for that transaction. Actually, I didn't have expectations in my heart, it was only self-comfort. But..."

After blinking, Fernando put away the smile in his eyes: "I found a very small organization."

He raised his hand and pinched his thumb and index finger. The distance between the two fingers was no more than 1 cm: "Compared to your family, it is simply an existence that can be trampled to death by raising your foot. If it weren't for me, I would only be drunk besides tracking down I will not choose to investigate the matter. But if you are addicted to alcohol...it would be too much trouble to quit drinking."

"So I checked all the way, from Egypt...what's the name of that town? Forget it, it's a small town anyway. I checked all the way from a small town to Cairo, and then followed that one almost like I thought Came out general clues to find Italy, and then."

Fernando clapped his hands and let out a "pop": "The clue is broken."

"I was very free and the air ticket was not worth the money, so I returned to Egypt. Then...ah, it's complicated without mentioning the details."