Fujino's second floor.

Looking at the newly decorated detective office, Fujino couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

The detective office is located on the right side of the second floor of the Fujino family's four-story building. The room is about one hundred square meters and is divided into three rooms and one living room.

The 50-square-meter bedroom inside is an office area. There is a desk next to the window in the bedroom. There is an ergonomic chair in front of the desk. And next to the door when you first entered, there is a sofa.

There is a coffee table in front of the sofa.

Another second bedroom has a security door installed, which displays the contracts he accepted for various commissions, as well as some souvenirs he received when completing the commissions.

For example, a signed poster by Yoko Okino, a broken dagger by a murderer bound by turtle shell, and a knocked-off helmet of a curator.

It can be considered as a thought.

The layout of the reception room is similar to that of the office. The main theme is simple style, and the configuration is about the same level as the reception room of a large company.

"I have to say, this million is well spent."

Looking at the room that finally looked like a detective agency, Fujino nodded with satisfaction.

"Dingle bell!"

At this time, the phone rang again.

Fujino took out the phone and stared at the note: [Shibasaki Mieko] paused and immediately answered the phone.

"Detective Fujino, have you investigated who Tatsuya likes?"

The urgent voice of Mieko Shibazaki came from the other end of the phone.

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and heard some noise in the background on the other end of the phone.

Is Mieko Shibasaki at the concert now?

After thinking for a moment, he replied: "The investigation is almost complete now, and I will probably give you an answer tomorrow."

"Is that so?"

Mieko Shibazaki on the other end of the phone was stunned when she heard this.

She really didn't expect Fujino to be so efficient.

It’s only been a few days...

It’s worthy of such a high commission fee.

"I may not have time tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. I will go to your place after the concert."

After saying that, Mieko Shibasaki hung up the phone.

"So, their concert will end the day after tomorrow and there will be a celebration party?"

Fujino put away the phone and murmured: "It seems we have to hurry..."

That afternoon, in front of Kimura Tatsuya's studio.

Fujino put on work clothes, covered his face with a blue hat and a mask, and sneaked into Kimura Tatsuya's studio in the name of repairing water pipes.

Kimura Tatsuya's studio is very spacious inside, with all kinds of musical instruments. His posters are posted on the walls, and many pieces of music are neatly arranged on the table in the corner.

Fujino looked around and immediately turned on the enhanced perception.

Soon, he found a group photo in a secret place.

The background in the group photo is an unusual underground concert.

Kimura Tatsuya stood on the stage, looking at a girl with freckles on her face who could not be described as pretty or ugly.

Their eyes are full of longing for the future.

"The arrogant will be defeated!"

Fujino sighed, put the photo in his pocket and left the studio with a sigh.

…………

"Tatsuya, there is a concert tomorrow, remember to get up early and eat."

"There's no need for you to be nagging!"

"Why are you like an old lady?!"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

The entrance to Kimura Tatsuya's studio.

Terahara Mari looked at Kimura Tatsuya's disappearing back, with a fierce light in her eyes.

After sighing, she returned to the car and was about to drive home.

But just when she sat on her seat, she felt something was wrong under her butt.

It seems like there is a foreign object...

She raised her butt and saw a photo.

That was a photo taken when she and Kimura Tatsuya were in the band together.

Looking at the photo taken a long time ago, there was a look of loneliness on her face, "He wasn't like this before...why."

"It should have been left when he got out of the car."

She sighed and picked up the photo. Just as she was about to put it away and return it tomorrow, she saw the lyrics behind the photo: [I want to convey it to you without makeup].

"What do you want to convey to Suyan?"

Terahara Mari couldn't help but wonder.

Looking at the lyrics, the pupils in her eyes gradually dilated.

After a while, a tear dropped and wet the photo.

She held the photo tightly in her hand and looked towards the direction of the studio: "Tatsuya, could he..."

"Tatsuya, open the door quickly."

Mari Terahara knocked on the door of Kimura Tatsuya's studio and shouted repeatedly.

"Ugly guy, why did you come to me if you didn't go home?"

Kimura Tatsuya opened the door and asked impatiently, then noticed the photo in Mari Terahara's hand.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly snatched it over, "This photo... Why is the photo here with you?!"

"You just left the photo in the car."

"Strange, I didn't bring this photo with me..."

Kimura Tatsuya scratched the back of his head in confusion.

But before he could finish speaking, Terahara Mari interrupted him: "So, did you write all the lyrics behind that photo?"

"Have you seen everything?"

Kimura Tatsuya was stunned when he heard this and looked sideways.

There was a slight blush on the face that was not frank, "I originally planned to wait until I went solo before writing it to give you a surprise... That's right, these lyrics were all written for an ugly guy like you!"<

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Terahara Mari was surprised: "Then why did you call me ugly?"

"Who told you to have plastic surgery without my consent!"

He took a deep breath and said: "I never said you were ugly, you were already very good-looking, okay?"

Mari Terahara was stunned when she heard this.

Suddenly, she seemed to have figured everything out.

Yes, since she had plastic surgery, Tatsuya seemed to have never cared about her anymore, and even made things difficult for him.

Is it all because of plastic surgery?

"Tatsuya, are you..."

"If you know it, don't say it. It's so embarrassing!"

The blush on Kimura Tatsuya's face became even worse, like a young boy who had just fallen in love.

Hearing this, Mari Terahara hugged her, and tears flowed down her eyes.

There is regret, or emotion or something...

In short, there will be a big battle tonight that can cause death.

Not far from the battlefield, Fujino sat in a Ford Taurus with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing the lights in the studio not far away go out, he couldn't help but look weird.

"So, tsundere and all that kind of stuff have long since left the environment..."

After a moment, he took a deep breath, leaned his chin and murmured.

Looking at the light-out window not far away, an aunt's smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

No one would know that there is an invisible hand secretly promoting the development of everything.
Chapter completed!