Because of the festival, the number of people in Dotonbori tonight is much less than usual.
Three handsome young men in floral yukata, together with an uncle holding the little girl's hand, walked leisurely to the Black Sycamore Club.
Lin Qiye, Xiaojin, and Amamiya Haruki each held a skewer of barbecue in their hands and walked while eating. In the words of Uncle Kyousuke, this was a little reward for their good publicity tonight.
While eating barbecue, Lin Qiye felt a little soft-hearted and decided to change Uncle Kyousuke's sack into a bright red one that was more festive tonight.
"Brother Qiye! Uncle Kyousuke agreed that I would bring Grandma He over and we will stay in the club together from now on!" Yurina ran to Lin Qiye's side excitedly and said.
"Huh?" Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised, "Take Grandma He over?"
Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Kyosuke who was walking at the end, with doubts in his eyes.
A normal boss hopes that his employees will act like cows and horses and will not stop until they drain all their value, but Uncle Kyousuke's behavior makes him a little confused.
Hiring Yurina was beyond Lin Qiye's expectation. After all, she was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. Although she was very diligent, some things were definitely not as perfect as regular waiters, but he still chose to hire Yurina. and gave her a generous salary.
It would be understandable if he said this was to retain Lin Qiye, the new star of the Cowherd, but now that he is willing to take over Grandma He is completely beyond Lin Qiye's understanding.
If you pick up a 70-year-old woman to go to Cowherd's shop, isn't this going to be a burden on yourself
"That's right! Uncle Kyousuke is so good!" Yurina smiled brightly, "From now on, we can always be together."
Lin Qiye looked at Yurina's smile and felt a little complicated in his heart. The Yurina he knew was a mature and heart-warming little adult from the beginning. This was the first time he saw a twelve or thirteen year old girl on her face. pure smile.
But he didn't answer, because he knew very well that he couldn't stay here for a long time.
However, it seems good if Yurina can stay here and live happily
Yurina jumped up and walked in the front. The light pink cherry blossom hairpin swayed faintly under the neon lights, and a few strands of floating hair danced in the air. She smiled like a flower.
The other four people followed her, with a faint smile on their lips.
Yurina turned the corner and was about to walk into the club when she suddenly froze on the spot.
She stared blankly ahead. The end of the street that should have been brightly lit was now completely dark.
"Why don't you leave?" Xiao Jin asked doubtfully. He turned the corner and saw the scene in front of him, and he was also stunned.
At the end of the dark street, the ground was covered with broken glass shards, reflecting the dim moonlight, like a broken silver carpet spread on the ground. The doors and windows of the club were all smashed to pieces. The high-end neon sign had fallen to the ground. The fonts on it were crooked. Occasionally, a few sparks splashed out from the neon tube, illuminating a corner of the dark street.
In the club, the front desk had been smashed, and the cabinets containing expensive drinks had been emptied. More than a dozen wine bottles were shattered on the ground. The liquor turned into a lake and slowly flowed, soaking the rickety restaurant tables and chairs in it.
The Black Sycamore Club was in a mess.
"This is" Lin Qiye frowned tightly.
Amamiya Haruki's eyes narrowed slightly. He turned his head and looked at Lin Qiye, already having a guess in his mind.
Smashing a store can only be done by the underworld, but it is definitely not possible by the gang, so the identity of the person who did it has already been revealed.
"Oh, you are finally back!" From the izakaya next door, an aunt hurriedly ran out and said to several people, "Two hours ago, I saw the gangsters who had been causing trouble in Dotonbori. When they came over, they broke down the door and went in without saying anything, as if they were looking for something, making the inside a mess.
Otherwise, you should call the police! "
Yurina stood at the door of the dark and messy club, staring blankly at the garbage dump-like scene inside. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She bit her lips tightly and her eyes were a little red.
"Why?" She murmured to herself, with a hint of crying in her voice, "Why, those people keep chasing me and won't let me go. Why do they do this when I clearly have done nothing wrong
It’s hard for me to find my little place in this world. Why?”
Yurina stood there, feeling her heart breaking piece by piece. A few seconds ago, she was still looking forward to the bright future of living here. Now, reality has shattered all her expectations and fantasies.
She stood in the darkness with tears streaming down her face, like a child who had lost everything.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked behind her.
Uncle Kyousuke put his hand on her shoulder and looked at the messy Black Sycamore Club in front of him. His eyes were like a deep lake in winter, terrifyingly calm.
"It's not your fault, Xiaoyouli," he comforted softly.
Yurina turned around and looked at Uncle Kyousuke with aggrieved eyes that were red from crying. She opened her hands, hugged Uncle Kyousuke's waist, and cried loudly:
"I'm sorry, Uncle Kyousuke. It's all because of me that they made this place like this. It's all because of me. I'm sorry."
Uncle Kyosuke gently touched her head. The calmness in his eyes could no longer suppress the rage that was about to explode, like a volcano in the deep sea about to erupt.
"Let's go out for a while."
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, looked away from Yurina, tried his best to contain the anger in his heart, and said calmly.
There was a murderous intent in his eyes.
Amamiya Haruki turned around silently, walked side by side with Lin Qiye, and gradually disappeared at the end of the street.
When he walked to the deserted neon street, Amamiya Haruki slowly took out a dark blue long knife from the folded red umbrella, slung it around his waist, and gently held the handle of the knife with his left hand. above.
Tick tock!
A drop of rain fell from the sky.
Two red umbrellas were opened.
Blah blah blah
The rain is getting heavier.
Rainwater pours on the umbrellas of the two red umbrellas, flowing along the inclined angle on the asphalt road.
The sudden heavy rain turned the surrounding pedestrians into drowned rats. They screamed and hid under the surrounding eaves, looking worriedly at the night sky above their heads.
With such a clear night sky, no one thought it would rain, so they didn't bring umbrellas.
But someone brought an umbrella,
They also brought knives.
In the rain, two teenagers wearing floral yukata held red umbrellas and walked calmly on the hazy neon street, their figures gradually disappearing.
Faint sounds came from the rain.
"The Hanchuan family should be wiped out."