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27. Alleged And Examination

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...Hiro Sato's...

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“Sorry? What are you doing that for?” He held his bag up to chest level. “It's not even okay compared to this.”

“What are you serious about?”

The old woman smiled again. He approached me while reaching for something from his bag. “You know this?” tanyanya, while showing a medium-sized hello kity doll.

My regret returned to its place, after seeing the trash stains attached to the adorable toy.

“Hey, don't continue to grieve like that.”—That granny put her doll back in the bag. “Sometimes, unexpected things are bound to happen, don't you think, young man?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“That doll I'm actually going to give to my grandson. He asked me to get it just from the doll claw machine game,” he said, laughing with a smile. “Yeah, this is actually very annoying.”

Apparently, Grandma got it in a way that wasn't easy. So now, I intend to replace it with a new one. It is possible that in my wallet there is still a little money left to buy it, so this will definitely be fine.

“I'll—”

“But, this is why I'm happy to strive for him.” The grandmother then held her bag in her chest.

“Why?”

“No matter if my gift is broken or something.” The old woman looked up at the sky, the weather up there was currently very clean.

“But if it was already in front of him, he would always smile and hug me, not to forget also with the sweet thanks he always said.”

“Oh ...” It may have been a long time since I heard it, but my heart was touched when Grandma said it. What he said was very sincere, and it was very similar to Mr. Fujima.

“Then from it”—The old woman glanced back at me —“That's where I could feel the warmth when my days used to be the same as her.”

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This isn't over yet.

Inside the police station located close to the T-junction mall that we passed earlier, Ryuji's sister and I still had to undergo an examination. As an eyewitness, but this is thrilling. Besides, our interrogation room was separate, and he was right next to mine.

“Based on eyewitness reports, the man was allegedly drunk and immediately fell due to fainting.” The police changed the sheet. “But after further investigation, it turned out that the man had not previously drunk alcohol or anything like that.”

I dropped my eyes on the table, not knowing what to say. “Se–seems so,” I said, with hesitation.

“Know something about it?”

“No.”

Suddenly, the look in his eyes moved back to me, very sharp. “What are you scared of?” he asked again, but this time it sounded more resolute.

I'm trying to defend. “No, because— yes, I .. indeed do not ... do wrong ...” But my words are a mess. Perhaps this was due to his terrible look.

Suddenly, he smiled again. “Where is your identity card? You're not a citizen of this city, are you?”

“Wait a minute.” My hand reached into the fake identity that was inside my wallet, then reached out casually to the policeman.

After some time he checked, the card was finally given back to me.

“Quietly, you are not a suspect,” he said, standing up. “Alright, please come out; your inspection has been completed.” My mouth opened a little after I found out.

It's just that, now I can exhale my breath out of relief.

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A few moments later, the sound of traffic was heard again. It will always be solid during the day, and it will never stop.

When my eyes turned back, there were several units of patrol cars that entered through the automatic doorstop. But that's not what's important. The thing to be grateful for was that we were finally able to breathe fresh air in front of the police station.

“Huh, who was just about,” muttered Kak Ryuji, as if expressing his complaints.

“Eh”

“Why?”

“How do you think, huh?” As she pointed at her face, I could see her meaningful blank stare. Yeah, obviously. The big man also felt the same way as me.

“I think Brother is used to it,” I said, while chuckling.

Ryuji sighed. “In addition, he commented more on what I was wearing than on the incident earlier. Does he have a problem with that?”

For a moment, it seemed true that the focus of the police question was more on Kak Ryuji's personal side.

How not? Right now the rowdy police uniform of the organization he was wearing was very tight, and it was almost his navel peeking out from below. I hope that the one who interrogated Brother Ryuji earlier was not a woman, my guyon in heart.

“But, how about Yuna?” The question seemed very sharp, as if it was eroding my smile.

Actually, after the incident in that dead-end alley, Ryuji's brother came and immediately asked me to take Yuna to Pak Fujima's restaurant, while he would take the thief to the police station.

“Ah, the ..”

Sad to remember. However, right now Yuna is in my room; lying unconscious.

“Still the same as before.”

“No development yet, yes.”

“Ya.”

Suddenly Ryuji patted me on the shoulder. “Aina is worried about him, so tell us he is fine, understand?” he said, passing me. “I'm counting on you, Friend.”

The big man then left me.

“Hey, sis, I forgot to say it.” I muttered, hoping that Ryuji's sister would look back at me.

But it turns out that didn't happen. So from him, this time I can only say, “Thank you for the help, Brother Ryuji,” I added, with a faint smile.

A gentle breeze suddenly blew from before me, waving softly.

“Yuna?” Somehow, but I can feel it.

They, as if asking me to immediately return to the girl— this very moment.

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I moved the bench leaning against the study table located in the corner of the room, towards the mattress where Yuna was lying. The girl until now was still unconscious, and I who was sitting next to her was now getting more and more anxious.

Don't you want to wake up, Yuna? You haven't eaten since, I murmured in my heart, remembering the twilight. It was time for the sun to fall back asleep, and the humble moon was ready to rise to shine a light on Satsumi City.

Not long after, I heard the sound of the door opening. It came from behind, and I smelled a very distinctive cooking scent.

“He's conscious, Hiro?” mr. Fujima asked, he came while carrying a tray in both hands.

“I don't think so,” I replied limply.

The owner of the restaurant then smiled. “Then, can you please move those things?” Highlights of his eyes point to a table containing a miniature horse statue and a sleeping lamp that has shone prematurely.

I nodded, then reflexively complied with her request.

“Thank you, haha ..” Slowly, Mr. Fujima placed his tray on the table.

There is zosui porridge with additional eggs, a few pieces of carrots, a little chives, and additional soy sauce as a flavor enhancer. I think Mr. Fujima just made it, considering that the food still emits smoke that soars high.

However, not long after that, I saw Yuna's eyelids move.

“... Yuna?” mummify slowly.

“Hi ... ro?” Slowly, the girl opened her eyes. Of all the sights he could choose, his gaze was immediately fixed on me. “Where am I?”

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