novellhall Chapter 124 Immorality
Chapter 124 Immorality
Chapter 124 Immorality
Shiori Kisaragi felt like she was going crazy.
She actually took a private photo of herself, and not only that, she was so bewitched that she clicked send.
Withdrawal? Yes, it's possible to withdraw!
Shiori Kisaragi long-pressed the image, but when she got to the point where she should press undo, she hesitated.
Why did I hesitate?
It might be because of a sense of indebtedness.
Shiori Kisaragi has always felt that Akira Kirihara is too much—about work, about songs, and recently, she even shamelessly asked him to provide security for her parents.
This sense of indebtedness accumulated in her heart and became deeply entrenched.
Is this a perk for him?
So Shiori Kisaragi typed a line: "Sweet dreams, you little rascal."
In that instant, an intense sense of immorality surged through her brain, sweeping down her spine and engulfing her mind, but at the same time, it gave her an equal amount of pleasure.
She would never send such a photo to a man she has no feelings for.
Shiori Kisaragi felt she had embarked on a path of no return.
Despite being a top-notch police officer, she's now dealing with a boy—never mind, Shiori Kisaragi puts on her uniform, lies down on the bed, and covers her face with a pillow.
Never mind, let's go to sleep. I'll forget about it tomorrow.
The room fell silent; even Shiori Kisaragi suppressed her breathing.
She pretended to sleep for two minutes, but after holding her breath for so long, she suddenly threw off her pillow, her pretty face flushed. She muttered to herself, "I wonder if he saw through my feelings. I can't cause him any more trouble, or next time I'll just have to... oh dear."
Kirihara Akira couldn't fall asleep either. He tossed and turned in bed and finally gave up trying to sleep.
He got up and walked towards Mori Shizue's room, passing through the courtyard, where a gentle breeze and bright moon created a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.
He wasn't going to "hold hands" with Mori Shizue; he just had some questions he wanted to ask.
It was neither early nor late, not yet midnight, but Shizue Mori's sleep schedule has always been healthy, so I wonder if she's asleep yet.
So when Kirihara Akira arrived at her room door, she hesitated, unsure whether she should knock.
Kirihara Akira hesitated, and then the door opened by itself.
He bumped into Mori Kiyoha, and both of them were stunned for a moment.
He distanced himself from her, and Sen Qingye looked at him warily, demanding, "What are you doing in my sister's room so late at night?"
"I need to talk to her about something. Is she asleep?" Kirihara Akira peeked into the room, but was blocked by her side.
Mori Kiyoha raised her head and said, "She's asleep."
"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Mori Shizue's voice came from inside. The young lady seemed to have grabbed a coat from the side and put it on. Her hair was messy and she wasn't very elegant, but she was cute.
As soon as she stepped out, she shrank back a little, not wanting anyone to see this side of her.
"Kirin-kun, is there something urgent?"
Kirihara Akira said, "It's not urgent, it's just a spur-of-the-moment thing. I wanted to ask about the matter I asked you to arrange before, if there's been any progress, or if anything has happened over there?"
After saying that, he added, "It's getting late today. If it's inconvenient, we can discuss it again tomorrow."
"It's alright." Mori Shizue pulled her coat tighter and said, "I haven't slept yet, so naturally my men can't sleep either. Are you asking about the Kisaragi couple?"
"What evil capitalist—" Kirihara Akira thought to herself, but said cheerfully, "Yes."
Mori Shizue went back to her room and made a phone call. She came out shortly afterward, looking apologetic, and said, "There was indeed a problem over there. I don't think it's anything important, so I've prepared a report and plan to hand it in to me on Monday."
From now on, I'll have them report any suspicious activity to me by phone immediately.
"What happened?"
Mori Shizue said, "Kisaragi Shiori's mother was hit by a car."
The next day.
Kisaragi Shiori got up early, did some simple grooming, and drove out the door.
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She went to a bookstore at the end of a shopping street she used to frequent.
Driving and reading are just a pretext.
The bookstore was a "habit" she cultivated specifically for her undercover identity, and she often spent half a day there.
With this cover, Shiori Kisaragi could use this time to disappear legitimately without arousing suspicion.
Kisaragi Shiori left the bookstore from the back, and when she came out again, she had changed her clothes, was wearing a hat and a mask, and headed towards the main road.
Just to be on the safe side, she went back twice to make sure no one was following her before hailing a taxi and going to a hospital.
Kisaragi Shiori's mother was in a car accident.
On the day of the car accident, Kisaragi Shiori's first thought was that the underworld would seek revenge.
However, this idea was later abandoned.
There was no trace of organized crime involved; it was simply an accident, an accident that broke her heart so much she could hardly breathe.
Fortunately, he is not seriously injured, but his leg is broken and he needs to rest.
Several days after the car accident, she wanted to visit and take care of her family several times, but permission from above had not been granted, and her rigid old man also disagreed.
He felt that work was the priority and he couldn't let personal matters interfere with his work, especially for such an important position.
Even today, my boss has never given formal approval; at most, he has tacitly agreed.
By tacitly agreeing, he not only appears friendly, but also avoids taking responsibility if something goes wrong later.
How cunning!
Kisaragi Shiori followed the room numbers and arrived at the ward at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
She stood at the door, took a deep breath, mentally prepared herself for a storm of reproach from her father, and opened the door.
—The area behind the door was empty.
The strong smell of disinfectant, the brand new bedding.
Kisaragi Shiori paused for a moment, a strong sense of unease welling up inside her.
What's going on? Where are they?
Shiori Kisaragi refused to believe it and took a few steps into the room. She saw that the other bed behind the curtain was also empty, so she went back to the door and glanced at the door number.
"I remember this is the room number—" Kisaragi Shiori muttered to herself, "What's going on here?"
Just then, a nurse was standing at the door of the next room. She quickly went up to her and asked, "Excuse me, do you know if there is a patient named Ruyue staying in this room recently?"
The nurse glanced at Shiori Kisaragi from head to toe, after all, her attire did not exactly make her look like a good person.
Ultimately, out of professional ethics, she asked in return, "What is your relationship with her?"
"We're friends." Kisaragi Shiori concealed the truth.
"Oh." The nurse didn't suspect anything and said, "She just completed the procedures and was transferred out of the regular ward. She should be in—room 405 on the fourth floor now."
Shiori Kisaragi nodded, completely bewildered, and went upstairs in a daze, finding room 405.
Through the small window in the door, Shiori Kisaragi saw her mother lying in the hospital bed.
And there's Kirihara Akira, peeling an apple for her mother.
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