The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"I think it's important to think about men's and women's rights."

"Hi."

"Only a man, only a woman, what a nonsense."

"You're right."

"But you know what, I think. My lords need 'kindness'. Right?"

…………

Consent sought with a cat's voice. But Sputnik can't answer anything.

"Any reply?

Eventually, you get tired of silence, and they ask you that to encourage you.

Sputnik replied to squeeze it out.

"... Damn, you're right, Guru"

"If you know what I mean, you can't work in the middle of the night, you little shit."

and.

I even chewed the words I threw up scattered because Yuki's heel came down over his head.

- Sputnik was brought in as if he were a prisoner on the death row, as foretold, in the Chamber of Commerce's Second Reception Room. He was there, sitting on his knees on the floor.

It is never spontaneous behavior that the place where you sit is not the couch. When I reached the reception room, I tried to sit across from Yuki, and I smiled and said to her, "Aren't you (not) head high? 'Cause they said so."

My mouth hurried and I put my hand on my mouth, but my right leg is still over Sputnik's head.

"So, Sputnik. I'll advise you as your 'sister', not as administrator. How many men and women have the same rights, and no girl is protected and disgusted? So remember, sometimes we need to protect the girl from you. Ugh."

"... Hi"

"Now let's get down to business."

Finally.

At the moment of relief and alarm, the heel is screwed into the brain weather and unconsciously extinguished. but Yuki giggled instead of worrying "no, funny move".

"Sa, Sputnik. Don't imitate the mop. We'll discuss it."

"Whose fault is it..."

"This, the investigation. This is a police station and chamber of commerce investigation, and you're mine."

Next to Sputnik, who squatted with his head, a bunch of paper fell.

The thickness of the two bundles is about double different, along with the size of the turnclip. I wonder what the difference is in the contents, when I reached out,

"Hehe. Pick it up. With your hands."

"... would you prefer a crawling squat (Tsukuba) to roll with your mouth?

"I hate guys who don't make sense of jokes"

He is the one who makes people vain everywhere.

but if someone else doesn't have to know, they're bad at this. If you do anything to this woman, it's this one who can't stay safe.

By exhaling deeply, he gives up everything, and when he takes up the paperwork, he pinches his desk and sits down on the couch across the street. Now Yuki, too, didn't say anything.

All the letters written on the first sheet of the bundle are 'investigation books', but the handwriting is different. The thin bundle of handwriting is the first look, but the thicker one was Yuki's. - "Nature" person.

"That's an investigation of an example fraud case. Thin is the police station, so thick is mine."

"That's a lot different thickness."

"Well, the police station is a 'public' power."

Saying horrible things. 'Private' - if you let her reach from behind from the table, this woman will beat the police station as well.

"I don't know if the police headquarters will come out. You think one or two branches can beat me in an intelligence battle?

…………

Looking at Yuki laughing at public power with her nose, I thought it was something I wanted to try to engage Nat and this woman once - but a moment later, I struck out of my head realizing that it was not good when she was poorly intentioned.

"Inspector Sensitive Arms" from the Liafiat branch of the police station and "Scarf" from the chairman of the jewellers. In case they put their hands together, it's inevitable they'll be trouble.

"Nevertheless, you've often gathered all this information. Wasn't it the last few days that Mr. Kruelol spoke to you? Or even a letter a long time ago?

"My adoptive father came to talk to me three days ago"

Yuki refers to Kruelol as "the chairman" when he is an employee of the Chamber of Commerce and "Dear adoptive father" when he is not.

"But I've been collecting information for a while now. I was blind."

"He."

"By the way, it was yesterday evening that your adoptive father told you to 'help Sputnik'"

………… Hehe. "

To the obvious hitting words, Sputnik can only nod vaguely.

I thought the unclear reply would buy Yuki's anger again, but luckily it didn't this time. When she takes up the binder she kept aside, she rolls up a few pieces and speaks out.

"A recent case of fraud in the city of Finetica. The killer took up business in the name of the" Faery Jewellery Store belonging to the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber of Commerce, "and let the customer pay in advance, disappearing on the delivery date - that's the M.O."

"Don't be willing to pay such a frigid jeweler well in advance"

"They say that if it's a market price, they will undertake items that cost 80 to 100 gold coins for fifty. It also approached me for someone shortly after I got a quote in a regular store and said, 'It's hard to say, but you're' plugged 'for that amount,'. So, if it's my Faerie jewelry store, how much do I pay for the same product?"

pointy lips, with a bad imitation, she says.

"And thanks to repeated offenses without setting the day, there was no time for the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber to issue warnings to consumers"

"That's why the damage has increased," he said.

"You know what? Ah, abominable."

Garrigari, Garrigari and Yuki twisted their right thumbnail.

Biting your thumbnails is Yuki's old habit. When I'm older and reunited, I'm less frequent, and I seem to have meant to correct it, but when I get annoyed, this is how I relapse.

Turn the paperwork of Yuki's who made it. There, even the real name, background and latent candidate of the man alleged to have committed the crime were recorded.

"You have the killer's eye star on you. Secure?"

"Tomorrow morning plans. These guys have fast legs, because if they get lost at night and get away with it, it's troublesome. And... yes, the police department should do the securing. I don't know how they handled my report, whether it was a report from a bona fide citizen or an anonymous drain."

"So, are you done with your work?"

"Because this is all police business. I guess the rest is enough to turn my hand from the back so the police don't snag.... but it's true, the back is just tiring. I won't do it unless I'm worried about it."

Ha, and I sighed loudly. Sputnik snaps his neck because he wants to reduce the chance of 'worries' flying to him at all.

But Yuki didn't seem to be willing to do anything here at the moment, or to do something again.

"And so. I hate it, but I'm busy. I don't have time for your case."

"Eh."

Then there was a bitter voice.

My sister frowns at my brother's pitiful groan.

"Mostly, I'd like to ask you one thing. What kind of problems do you have?"

When this woman tells me that, there seems to be no such thing as a problem - though.

Look at the window. It's only obvious that the night hasn't dawned, though it won't come true to look outside because of the curtains being pulled.

"Give me your engagement ring... by noon tomorrow"

"Huh?"

When I answered low, Yuki stepped forward a little.

Take the opportunity and Sputnik rolls up. That you were asked to produce a ring instead of the con artist in the case, that the due date is noon tomorrow. Tell me everything - as evidence, I'll show you a couple of design documents from inside the bag.

The way Yuki looked after everything she had heard was very similar to the look on Krew's face the other day.

He opens his eyes, opens his mouth, and says in such a bare voice how surprised he is.

"Are you nuts?

"I know, I didn't think I could do that either. Whatever you say, it won't pull over. So, in the end."

"Not really."

Yuki blocked Sputnik from responding with an excuse. It's not, what?

Wait for words to follow, but she rarely stares at words.

"I'm not... I don't know what to say..."

Oh, no, not like this, after I put my finger between my wrinkled brows and roared.

"... yes. Were you such an idiot?

I just changed the rhetoric. - No.

Subject confirmed. I was wondering if 'Sputnik is' stupid, not the client.

"I couldn't say no. Mr. Kruelol's doing you a favor."

When I say it's an absolute power decision for her, if I put out his name, I can argue with her just as well. That's what I thought I said, but my thoughts came off.

He narrowed his eyes across the lens and said it was hard to believe.

"Your adoptive father said that?" Make him his ring, "he said. Sure?"

I nodded, but I shook for the first time when I realized that the rhetoric had a little grandlanguage.

I'll tell you what I heard, word for word.

"No. - 'Listen to that story. Do something about it.'"

Then she, after a moment of silence.

I didn't say anything and laughed.

Rarely but terribly pure, with a look that even remembers mercy.

"... Huh?

To the surprise Sputnik, she just makes it clear.

That one word that is terribly terminal and easy for any child to understand.

"Sputnik's, buhhhhhh"

That's terribly easy to understand, with a mass of malice and hostility.