Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 556 Cold outside and hot inside
  "Player Fujiwara Hoshikai has applied for a hand seal, please ask the referee team for verification."

In the referee's announcement, Fujiwara Xinghai's heart sank into an invisible abyss. This was a silent declaration that the situation was hopeless.

He has lost four games in a row and has used up a little more than 3 hours of the total time. If he loses another game, the remaining time will not be enough to equal the victory. Even if he fights again, he will eventually die because the time is exhausted. Lose the game.

After the referee and assistant confirmed again, they took out a professional camera to take two photos of the chessboard, and then took away the box specially used to store the chessboard, and also took away the next move position written by Fujiwara.

After the referee team left, Fujiwara wanted everyone to look at him briefly before exiting the room. He ignored the other people waiting in the lobby and went back to his suite. After taking off his suit jacket, he slumped directly on the sofa, squeezed off his shoes and turned over. He fell down on the carpet and sighed with his eyes closed.

After sitting there for three hours just now, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't even play chess anymore. He felt like he was losing no matter what he played. None of the countermeasures he had thought of before were used. It was just very inexplicable. It felt like It's like a person who is sitting cross-legged wants to get up, but there is a pair of invisible hands above pressing his skull and he is unable to stand up.

Although the goal at the beginning was just to reach the finals, and it was achieved, the feeling of losing four consecutive games in the finals without winning a single one was really uncomfortable.

At the very least, he should win, otherwise he would feel embarrassed if he lost too ugly because he was also afraid of losing face.

Boom!
  Fujiwara hammered the coffee table beside him. Although the glass on it was fine, the wooden base of the base cracked and made a dull sound.
  After hearing the commotion, Mary came out of her bedroom and looked at Fujiwara, whose clothes were scattered around. She remained silent. Even if she didn't ask, she probably guessed what was going on.

But she couldn't say anything to comfort her, and Fujiwara probably didn't want to hear that nonsense at the moment, so she silently helped him hang up his clothes, then walked back to his bedroom and quietly closed the door.

This time, she just lay down for the night. In the end, Mary couldn't stand it anymore and called for dinner. After getting the dinner, she kicked Fujiwara in the calf to wake him up.

Fujiwara opened his eyes in a haze and found Mary kicking herself, holding a lunch box in her hand. It seemed to be a takeout box from outside the hotel. Did she order a takeout and wake me up by the way?

Looking at Mary's half-smiling eyes, Fujiwara touched his calf. To be precise, he was awakened by the spider sense, but he was too sleepy to escape on time.

Seeing that Fujiwara woke up, Mary put the lunch box on the coffee table without saying anything, pulled up a chair and sat across from Fujiwara to eat.

After watching for a while, Fujiwara got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He washed away his sleepiness with cold water and then returned to the living room, picked up chopsticks and opened a lunch box. Then he looked at the rest of the lunch boxes again and found that except for fried rice, they all They were some snacks, almost all of which he would entrust Xiaozi to make.

Minced pork and eggplant, sweet and sour fish, Sixi meatballs.
  I don’t know if Mary chose it for herself consciously. Although it doesn’t quite match her usual personality, it’s still quite special.

So Fujiwara smiled again and glanced at Mary, who was silently eating, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a bite of eggplant and put it into his mouth. While eating, he tried to talk to her:
  "I've had the illusion recently that I haven't seen Xiaozi for a long time, haven't I?"

Mary stopped her chopsticks, hummed, and then didn't reply.

It's true that she hasn't seen Xiaozi for a long time. To be honest, she quite likes little girls like Xiaozi. Seeing that he couldn't talk, Fujiwara picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, took a bite, and then continued: "It seems that I may stay here for a while."

Mary simply nodded and continued eating the meal in front of her.

"If you have no other arrangements, I plan to arrange a car to take you back tomorrow afternoon."

Finally, Mary Mary raised her head, her eyes lingered on Fujiwara's face for a moment, and then she lowered her head and continued eating. There was not much change in her expression. She neither refused nor expressed other opinions, as if she had anticipated this arrangement.

She heard that Fujiwara seemed to invite someone to work with him the day before yesterday, and he went out for personal matters yesterday, so he probably had something to do.

Fujiwara didn't understand what Mary was talking about, but he did have something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Fujiwara and Kaito met yesterday, and the two of them planned some preparations for the end of the century. According to Fujiwara's memory of the original work, the fakes on display in the Gem Museum were fakes, while the genuine ones would be secretly taken to Osaka by Officer Nakamori. Protected somewhere and guarded 24 hours a day.

So there is no need to blow up the substation. Just keep an eye on Officer Zhongmori and see where he was hiding before this exhibition.

Kaito basically confirmed Fujiwara's suspicion that the genuine Egg of Memory was indeed not in the museum, nor was it with Chairman Suzuki.

Then one is that he promised Toya Eiko that she would participate in the preliminaries for the Toto Girls Fashion Show held the day after tomorrow, so she had to spare one day to participate in this. In addition, Toya Eiko said that she would bring some friends' daughters to meet him.
  A friend of Eiko Toraya?
  Thinking of this, Fujiwara suddenly stopped. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Recalling the past, the other party seemed to have mentioned a good friend of Sharon Wynyard, who attended a prayer meeting not long ago. If I remember correctly, this is Belmod's. With a little trick, he changed his old vest and put on a new vest that no one had seen before, Chris Wynyard, and successfully acted in two Hollywood blockbusters
  "Could it be her? She seemed to be quite interested in me last time. I always thought it was an illusion."

Fujiwara's face was unnaturally rosy under the dim light. Perhaps a certain spice in the dinner had caused his allergies, or perhaps there was some emotion in his heart that was causing trouble. Mary frowned slightly. She could feel Fujiwara's discomfort. Although she usually didn't talk much, her concern drove her to speak at this moment.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" There was a trace of imperceptible worry in Mary's voice.

Fujiwara forced himself to calm down and shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips. "I just suddenly thought of something, but it's not like Mary specially ordered these things for me, they are all my favorite food..."

Mary looked at Fujiwara expressionlessly, but there was a depth in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something. She tilted her head slightly and said calmly: "You are overthinking. These are my favorite foods, so I ordered them."

There was no unnecessary emotion in the words, but Fujiwara knew that Mary's concern was sincere. The way they get along with each other has both a sense of distance and a different kind of tacit understanding. Mary may be cold and taciturn, but at some point, she will express her care for Fujiwara in her own way.

(End of this chapter)