Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 633 Just turned 18 years old

Fujiwara and Mira left the hot pot restaurant. The night breeze was slightly cool, and the street lamps on both sides of the street cast mottled shadows. They walked along the street, Mira's high heels making a crisp sound on the sidewalk. She put her hands in her coat pockets, and her fingertips inadvertently touched the cigarette case in her pocket. Fujiwara glanced at it and frowned slightly when he saw the cigarette case exposed.

"What's wrong?" Mira stopped, put down her chopsticks, followed Fujiwara's line of sight, her eyes fell on the cigarette box, and then she understood his silence.

Fujiwara simply answered with one word: "Yes." His tone was calm, but in his heart he was complaining about why he had to do so much.

Mira snorted softly, her face changed slightly, and she looked a little unhappy. Fujiwara realized her emotions and quickly changed the topic, "It's a good habit to take a walk after eating."

They continued on and walked to a nearby park. The night here was extremely quiet, and the paths in the park were winding and quiet. Fujiwara took out his cell phone and tried to call Conan. He pressed the dial button, but there was a busy tone on the phone. He couldn't help frowning and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Let's take a walk to refresh ourselves..." Fujiwara suggested, trying to resolve the awkward atmosphere.

"Oh..." Mira responded, she didn't seem to take it too seriously.

They strolled along the park's paths, the trees on both sides swaying in the night wind, and the fallen leaves rustling beneath their feet. Along the way, their conversations became much more relaxed, and occasionally they talked about some daily trivial matters, which would also trigger a burst of laughter.

After walking for a while, Mira looked a little tired. She looked around, pointed to a bench and said, "I'm tired, let's sit down for a while."

Fujiwara nodded, and the two walked to the bench and sat down together. Mira took out the cigarette case from her pocket, then looked at Fujiwara, "Do you have a fire?"

Fujiwara thought for a moment, then took the cigarette box and took out one, and said half-jokingly: "Maybe it would be good to try foreign products."

Fujiwara took out the lighter he got from Gin and handed it to her. Mira lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then turned her head, the smoke lingering around her lips. She seemed to be waiting to see Fujiwara's reaction and asked, "Would you like one?"

"Xiaolan?" Mira recalled the girl who was changing clothes with her, and a smile appeared on her lips unconsciously, "Oh, you mean the girl just now? Oh, I'm a little older than her. What, you Are you familiar with her? Is she your girlfriend?" Mira seemed to have caught some interesting topic and couldn't help but ask a series of questions.

When Fujiwara heard this answer, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled, showing a row of neat teeth, "You should be about the same as Xiaolan, right?"

Fujiwara gently waved his hand to disperse the smoke. His eyes were calm and somewhat profound, "A little older than you, twenty." He answered simply, but his tone revealed a mature calmness.

How old are you? Mira suddenly spoke, with a touch of playfulness in her voice. She blew out the cigarette she had just smoked towards Fujiwara, and the smoke drifted gently between the two of them.

The two of them each smoked cigarettes and sat quietly on the bench. It was quiet for a while, with only the sound of nightlife in the distance and the rustling of the surrounding leaves. The smoke slowly dispersed between them, and the stars in the night sky seemed to twinkle.

Fujiwara couldn't help but smile easily. His eyes turned to the night sky, as if he was recalling some beautiful things. "She is the daughter of a very close senior of mine, not my girlfriend." When he said this, his eyes turned to the night sky again. Turning back to Mira, her eyes were firm and sincere.

When Mira heard this, she seemed to be thinking something in her mind. Her eyes suddenly became sharp, as if she wanted to understand Fujiwara's true thoughts. "That means you like her, but you don't dare to say it, right?" Her tone said. With a sense of ridicule, he crossed his arms over his chest, seeming to have come to his own conclusion.

Hearing this, Fujiwara was speechless for a moment, then shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips, "You are overthinking, there is no such thing." His denial was accompanied by a helpless sigh, looking a little embarrassed. Mira didn't ask any more questions, flicked the ashes of her cigarette gently, and then looked up at the starry sky, her eyes becoming a little distant and melancholy.

A gust of wind blew by, and Mira shivered involuntarily. She folded her arms and curled up slightly, "Are there any fun dance halls or bars here?" There was a hint of expectation in her voice, obviously looking for some nightlife. fun to beat the chill.

Fujiwara frowned slightly when he heard Mira's question, and then shook his head, "Bar? Sometimes you can't go." There was a hint of apology in his tone, and at the same time he revealed a sense of helplessness.

"Because you are underage." Fujiwara explained, his fingers tapping his thigh unconsciously, a small movement he made when he was nervous.

Mira looked a little unconvinced after hearing this, "I have just turned eighteen and am already an adult." The corner of her mouth raised a proud arc, as if she was proud of her adulthood.

"That's your country, here you are 20 years old. If I take you to a bar to drink, the police will come to me and cause trouble." Fujiwara explained helplessly, his eyes showing respect for the rules.

After Mira heard these words, she was silent for a moment, then looked at Fujiwara with squinting eyes, with a bit of fun in her eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Then let's buy some drinks and go to your house..."

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a roar of a motorcycle engine in the distance, breaking the tranquility of the surrounding area.

The sound of the motorcycle's engine was like a roaring beast, cutting through the night and attacking them.

The figures of the two motorcycle riders became increasingly clear under the street lights. They were wearing black leather jackets and cold helmets. The hostility in their eyes could be felt through the lenses of the helmets.

Fujiwara's eyes flashed, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. He protected Mira behind him and threw away the unburned cigarette butt in his hand.

When the motorcycle approached, the two knights almost simultaneously drew out their gleaming machetes from their trouser legs, swung them and rushed directly towards Fujiwara and Mira.

Fujiwara took a deep breath, and the fluctuations in his heart seemed to be calmed by the power he stimulated. His arms were like springs ready to go, suddenly softening and then swinging out violently. His arms cut through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air, and whipped out like a long whip, sending the two people and the car flying away.

Their bodies drew an arc in the air, the machetes flew out of their hands, and finally landed heavily on the ground with a clang. After falling, the motorcycle slid for several meters, making sparks and a harsh friction sound.

Mira held her breath and witnessed this unimaginable scene. Her eyes were closed tightly, not daring to look at this sudden violence. The two men who fell to the ground struggled in pain to untie their helmets, and the sound of the helmets falling to the ground was dull and rapid. They seemed to want to take out more deadly weapons from their waists, but Fujiwara gave them no chance.

He continued to maintain calmness and efficiency in his movements. He took a few steps and appeared next to the two of them like a ghost. He punched and kicked them into the haystack and stole two silenced pistols.

(End of this chapter)