Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 593 The innocent tomboy

After the red Mazda RX-7 FD3S stopped near Fujiwara's house, Fujiwara got out of the car and thanked Officer Sato. Miwako Sato repeated with a smile.

"When you think about it, you must tell me and let me repay the favor." After saying that, he drove away. Fujiwara stood there and watched Miwako Sato's car leave. After it completely disappeared, Fujiwara turned back and smiled to himself.

Fujiwara originally wanted Sato Miwako to treat him to a meal, but Sato Miwako felt that this was too perfunctory and asked him to think carefully.

Fujiwara naturally hopes that the other party can be more energetic and get out of the shadow of the past as soon as possible, but this is not easy. Who knows when the plot of 1200 hostages will come, and whether he will still be in the Eastern Capital at that time.

Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly saw a thin figure walking into the door of Kudo's house.

"Ok?"

Feeling something strange, Fujiwara immediately perked up and walked quietly to the door and took a peek inside. He found a 'boy' about 165cm tall peeking into Kudo's window.

He slowly approached the door, trying not to make any noise with every step.

The man seemed to be completely immersed in the act of voyeurism. He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on the window edge, tapped his toes lightly, and tried to get closer with his whole body. Fujiwara frowned tightly. This action was too familiar, but he had no time to think about it now because he needed to act.

He stood on tiptoe and approached silently like a cat. "Hey, what are you doing?" Fujiwara suddenly said, not loudly but enough to startle the other party.

The 'boy' turned his head sharply, panicking, "It's nothing." Although her voice tried to remain calm, her speaking speed was a bit rapid.

Fujiwara remained unmoved. He stepped forward and approached step by step, wanting to see who the other person was. He continued to ask in a questioning tone, "Nothing? What are you peeking at here? Who sent you here?" His The voice was low and unmistakable.

Sera took a step back, her body tense, as if ready to escape at any moment.

Just as Fujiwara was approaching, she suddenly threw a water glass at him and rushed to the backyard like an arrow, intending to escape over the wall.

Fujiwara's reaction was even faster. His muscles exploded with strength in an instant, and he chased after him almost instinctively. Despite Sera's extraordinary skill, her speed was not enough to allow her to escape when Fujiwara chased her.

In just a few seconds, Fujiwara had caught up with Sera. His arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed her collar accurately. He pulled hard, almost pulling her whole body off the wall.

"I'll let you run again!"

Fujiwara's voice was filled with anger, and he pushed her to the ground with force, pressing her with his body to prevent her from escaping again.

"Tell me, why are you here? Who sent you here? Is it that person?" Fujiwara's eyes were as sharp as knives. He ignored the protests of the people under him and asked calmly.

Sera Masumi's back was pressed against the damp grass, feeling Fujiwara's weight oppressing her. Her heartbeat accelerated, and the veins on her forehead pulsed faintly. Although her resisting movements did not stop, her strength was insignificant in front of Fujiwara's solid body.

"Uh-huh...let me go!" Sera tried to struggle. Her arms tried to push Fujiwara away, but they could only leave a trail of struggles on the grass. Sera bit her lower lip, the struggle in her eyes obvious. Her eyes shone with determination and fear, as if she was weighing whether to reveal the secret in her heart. Fujiwara stared at Sera closely, his eyes firm, but after discovering the other party's identity, his brows relaxed slightly, and the weight of his body also lightened.

"You are Haneda Hideyoshi's sister, right, but why did you come to Kudo's house to take a peek?" Although Fujiwara's voice was a little soft, the suspicion in his words was still heavy.

Sera finally took advantage of Fujiwara's reduced intensity and looked up at him challengingly. Her cheeks flushed, both with anger and shame. She tried to swing her body left and right, trying to get rid of Fujiwara's control, but her movements were easily restrained by the other party.

"Let me go!" There was a hint of unwillingness in her voice, a kind of persistence that even she herself might not be aware of.

Fujiwara's eyes softened slightly, and his intensity further weakened. This time, his tone contained a somewhat sincere inquiry, "Then tell me why you are here. Do you have anything to do with Kudo Shinichi?"

"I just want to confirm something." Sera's eyes flickered, and her body seemed to be tightening, ready to explode at any time.

"Confirm what?" Fujiwara was not gullible. His eyes were like needles, as if he wanted to penetrate Sera's shell and see the secret in her heart.

Just as Fujiwara's eyes became sharper, Sera's eyes suddenly became avoidant, obviously not wanting to face the problem head-on. Her arms moved slightly, as if preparing for the upcoming opportunity.

At this moment, she asked, "Why are you in the car?" There was an obvious hint of changing the subject in her voice.

Fujiwara relaxed his vigilance slightly and explained: "I live across the street. There was some movement here, so I wanted to come over and take a look." His eyes were no longer so sharp, but with a hint of neighborly concern.

Taking advantage of Fujiwara's momentary relaxation, Sera slammed his knee into Fujiwara's waist. This sudden movement left Fujiwara completely unprepared. He raised his body slightly, giving Sera enough space to move.

Sera quickly tucked Fujiwara's arms under her armpits, and with a forceful turn, pressed Fujiwara's arms in front of her to complete the Kimura Lock. Her speed is amazing and her movements are skillful, which are instinctive reactions after long-term training. Fujiwara was fixed to the ground and could only feel Sera's breath gently ringing in his ears.

"You should know not to underestimate me." There was a hint of pride and anger in Sera's voice, and her breathing was calm and rhythmic, showing that she was in complete control of the situation.

Fujihara was surprised, but also a little admired. Now it's hard for him to get up, and he even says he can't move. It's not because the opponent is very strong, but he just underestimates the enemy a little bit.

He took a deep breath, twisted his hand to free himself, and his eyes began to show a serious intention to talk.

"Okay, I believe you. Tell me, why do you want to be here?" Fujiwara said as he straightened his arms back into position in Sera Masumi's shocked eyes, apparently accepting the situation in front of him.

Sera released her grip on Fujiwara in shock, stood up slowly, and patted the grass clippings off her body. Her expression was still stern, but the anger in her eyes had faded, and her eyes were more frightened.

(End of this chapter)