My Reality is a Romance Game

I arrived at a luxury apartment. On ice, he stopped his car on the driveway and got off the car, as he had time to go down to the basement parking lot of the apartment.

Until now, there is no problem, so I made a save for now. On the top of the ice, he took the elevator and headed off on the fifth floor to ring the doorbell. Soon, a man in his 50s opened the door and came out. Suit pants on a shirt. However, it explains that the unshaved beard is in a bad situation.

He looked carefully as Hikami said they felt uncomfortable, but there was no such point in his dress. Upon entering the house, Mrs. came out to the entrance and greeted us. Mrs. guided the ice on the sofa and sat down for the time being. As soon as he sat down, Hikami asked the MPs.

"Teacher, haven't you had any other calls since I left home?" "No ..."

I have no energy in my voice. Somehow he was tired. There was still no discomfort. What was wrong with the ice? Mrs. immediately served a drink. Coffee. For now, I drank a sip. Hikami sniffs at the coffee while glaring at the coffee. She seemed to be worried about something, but cut out a word to her wife.

"Um ... can you give me milk instead of coffee?"

It has begun again. I shook my head in my heart. Demanding milk in such a situation. It's terrible milk poisoning. Anyways.

"I'm sorry, there seems to be no milk."

Mrs. apologized while bowing on ice.

"No, it's okay"

Then it seemed to give up. A sad face. Of course, the ice did not drink coffee. I desperately ignored it and drank coffee, then went around the house. It was gorgeously decorated like a large apartment with a large tsubo. There are some expensive paintings on the wall.

The politicians were shaking their feet steadily and calmly. For the time being, I asked politicians for permission to look a little further at home.

"Can I borrow a toilet?" "The door next to the kitchen is a toilet. Use it as you like."

He hand gestured the location of the toilet. I looked out on the ice and stood up from the sofa and headed for the toilet. Hikami talked to a politician, distracting him, noticing that he had noticed me.

Mrs. stands at the table and looks at this. I felt like I was staring at something. So when she sees her again, she smiles. What? I thought it was an illusion and approached the toilet again. She went to the kitchen and started preparing food. I opened the refrigerator and took out lots of vegetables.

It was strangely unnatural. In addition, things that should not be in the refrigerator were noticeable. There was certainly milk in the refrigerator. There are also two 1L packs. Apparently, the son of this house was drinking? Did you give me out because he was a son? When she looked sideways at me, she closed her refrigerator and began cutting vegetables. Discomfort. I suddenly understood that the ice was strange. The behavior of Mrs. is too cunning compared to her husband. The strangest thing is clothes. Her husband was exhausted, but she was dressed in gorgeous clothes as if she was trying to show her to others, and her makeup was perfect. Almost full make level. Certainly, I feel like I'm observing on ice, and it's very unnatural to look at it even now. Even though his son was abducted, it was strange that he was preparing for rice. No, it was negligible rather than funny.

I went into the toilet for the time being. I lowered the toilet seat cover and sat down on it to summarize my thoughts.

Living landscape. When I came to imagine many paintings and accessories, I felt uncomfortable from them. There were no photos of my son or family. Politicians seemed to be having trouble sleeping, whether their sons were worried. Haven't you taken a single photo so much about your son? In addition to family photos, there were no photos taken with his wife. You may not like photography in the first place, but most of the time, a house with something hidden, such as the Zhufeng family, does not display the photos.

It was strange that he demanded money instead of being abducted by a power struggle, but he never let the police report it. A house with no photos. Unnatural Mrs. behavior. And the politicians have not exchanged a word with his wife since we entered the house. Just one word.

When I put these together, I wondered if she was not a real wife but a criminal. When I thought so, I felt that the sense of incongruity was resolved. Isn't it a simple case? She is not a professional when she sees his wife acting poorly. I'm not good at doing such an act for the first time. Poor. Amateur crime.

It was well worth checking. If not, just load it. So I decided to get out of the toilet and whisper next door to call on the ice to the corridor.

"Mr. Hikami, don't you come out a bit?"