As he manages to get out of Sputnik's custody, he returns to conversation with Lau, who is about to stray off the sidewalk, appropriately embellishing the crew that clutches in his hand. - Letter.
"So. A letter from my sister?
"Yeah. Here it is."
It was an envelope that was removed from Lau's bag and offered. I had imagined a small one from the word letter, but the one actually offered was about the size of a large book, and Sputnik was just a little surprised. When it is received, it is very heavy and thick. I wonder how many notes are fitted inside - no, are the contents really, the notes?
The identity of what was enclosed. When I thought of that, I wondered if I should open it here and now. But this visitor, without drawing such confusion or stray from Sputnik, stretches his neck just as if he were an associate himself.
"What does it say?"
"It has nothing to do with you. We're done here, go home."
The exit is that way, I'll point you to the door. - Then.
"Or what?"
The look on Lau's face made it all the rage at once. Wrinkles lean between the eyebrows and the voice gets even lower. And that, in the voice that made me hear awesome, what he says,
"" What Can't You Show Me, "But it says?
In response, Sputnik's eyebrows came naturally. This is the biggest reason why I am incompatible with this man.
That woman is like a sister to herself, Sputnik always thinks. And that's the same for that woman, who often calls Sputnik 'my brother' over there. But it's not that we actually have blood ties, it's precisely a guy called Childhood Friendly.
This man emphasizes his relationship with that woman as an old friend at times. Sputnik thinks regularly, but it is not good that there are many things in the story of the world to which young men and women are bound. In fact, because we've known each other too much since we were young, I don't think it's so paedophile to be the object of fear - but it doesn't seem to convey to him that he's not a party.
It is a great hassle to persuade, but this envelope is' reward 'that woman wanted to deliver as soon as she could with this. I want to see the contents of the envelope as soon as possible.
Sputnik sighs in his heart, thinking a little. Then, pah, I lifted my head.
"That's right, Lau. I'll change my mind, but I heard you gave my sister a brooch before."
"? Oh, there it is. That's what it is"
"That seemed so happy to me. He bothered to mail it to me saying, 'Lau gave it to me'. Yes, as if to show it to me."
It was accompanied by a letter saying, "Dispose of it because it's not a hobby or change your mind," but stay down about it.
Then. His eyes seemed only slightly, radically changed. Probably not an illusion - but Sputnik pretended not to notice it, overlapping words pale.
"I'm talking about my 'lonely' sister, I'm sure she still wants to see you. I haven't ruined my time in this place, and if it's all right with you, why don't you come home to my sister and do it? Otherwise, I'll be pissed off."
Goosebumps and lingering facial expressions, he tells.
Go home. - I dare you to use that rhetoric, not 'go'. and
"Right!
If he did, he put his hands on both knees, rode himself out here and let his eyes shine.
"Yuki......! Right, how stupid of me to leave her alone! Yuki, I only received your feelings. I'm sorry, Sputnik, but I have to hurry to her. Bye!"
"Take a rose, but whisper your sweet words to him in full. Goodbye -"
Lau moaned with momentum to even change her name, and when she stood up, she jumped out of the entrance door like a wind. I'm not sure if you were listening to Sputnik, who waved flirtatiously, but it's not a minor problem.
I blurred thinking that even salt should be scattered as cancer made a loud noise and dropped off the closed door. There's something scary to think about later Yuki's retaliation, but I also decide not to think about it now. - What should I care about now?
Whatever it is, at least the interrupter left.
Deposit your center of gravity on the back of the couch and see Crewe next door. She's been on Sputnik's hands for a long time now picking her own cheeks to the fu "heh. Hiya," he said, twitching for fun.
Lau has also left, and it will be time to keep her distracted.
"We're home. Coo."
"Ha."
I pulled my hand, and when I spoke, Crewe's joyfully loose expression tightened in an instant.
Soon he gets up again holding the frying pan he was throwing out, looks around and makes sure he has no more hate guests, puts his hands on his hips and swells his cheeks, making him look angry.
"Damn, what was that guy like earlier? I'm a man of no courtesy!
"Think of it as a mailman's subspecies."
"The mailman is not that rude!
Puffy anger, screaming is still a servant, I want you to stop waving the frying pan because it's dangerous. When he rumbled until he felt comfortable, Crewe lowered his frying pan to the couch to see if his arm was stuck and tilted his neck.
"So what did the person bring"
"It's a letter. from Admin."
Bring the X-ray, cut the seal, and put your finger inside - just before.
Unexpectedly, I got a bad feeling and pulled my hand.
"... if"
When you spread your mouth and peek inside, you glow hard at the entrance to the open envelope - the razor blade.
When Sputnik was out of period, one flicker from inside, the paper slipped off. Smaller than halved envelopes, like note paper.
It fell to the floor, and Crewe picked it up and read it out.
"" Lau is a big girl. ""
"Eight wins, eh!
It's not like you don't know how important the feel of your fingertips is to the processing of gems.
It's usually this, so what happens on a known day, such as the wording I spoke earlier to get rid of Lau - I prayed for myself in the future for just a little while.
Carefully remove the contents. From inside came a thick bunch of paperwork and an envelope written small in the corner, 'Better Than Thy Gracious Me'. It's always the language that that woman writes when she sends a letter to Sputnik. When I let the bundle go to the table and tried to open the envelope.
I heard Crewe.
"... Françoise?
Her flashy face stares at a bunch of paperwork. - And on that first one.
Shit. Hurry up and get the paperwork, but it's too late. She's already seen the name on the paperwork.
With a strong expression, a hard voice, I said this to Sputnik.
"What Françoise... could it be... a fantion, Mr...."
"Wrong look. Forget it."
"There's no way I can forget. That man in Finetica, the aunt of the foster parents of Porch's children, who lived next to the house of his mentor's cousin, the daughter of Mr. Sputnik's home owner's 800 shopkeepers."
"... I remember you well."
"Why is that guy's name written there!
I was frightened that he was the one who showed his memory in strange places, but it didn't seem to matter to her. Not listening to Sputnik or anything else, he shook his hands shaking the frying pan, even accumulating tears in his eyes, screaming like screams.
"Calm down."
"I can't stay calm! 'Cause,"
"I told you before, he's not my fiancée"
"But then why?"
"I always did, because even if I did, I wouldn't do anything to get you lost on the street"
It's alright. Saying so while stroking his hair, Crewe swelled his cheeks, yet quieted. "Even though I'm not," Sputnik didn't know the truth of the whisper, but seeing as I wouldn't say any more, I decided it wasn't a big deal.
Using the opportunity to be quiet, Sputnik takes up a bunch of paperwork. The letters in line should have been written by Yuki, but it wasn't a round text with a cat on it, it wasn't a cluttered letter of nature, it was that neat as an example of something.
This.
Open the small envelope quickly. There were two notes inside, neither the name to be addressed nor the signature. Just a line in one of the inner sheets,
"Sputnik, tell him."
Even though this is the job I asked for, the thing is. It's like this one is being used. Huh, I laugh bitterly because I seem to be the same pit huddle as Lau.
Sputnik took his seat.
"Where are you going"
Soon, an anxious voice comes after me. You answered, "Leave a message," but something blocked my mouth. Something gushed out in his chest, and he reached out to Sputnik's mouth.
Fancion. fiancée.
Whose?
"... maybe you should come too"
It was just, it was insurance.