Chapter 768 The Bizarre Adventure of Masato Shichijo, Part 3
“Father Kameno disappeared.” In the blues bar, Mike wiped the cup and reported to Qian Xiaoyihui: “I went to the church and found that There was a notice posted on the church saying that the priest had gone away for further study and would take some time to return. The key to the church was handed over to a senior church member. Except for the absence of the priest, the usual activities were carried out normally. "
"Did he really disappear?" Qian Xiaoyi shook the orange juice with ice cubes in the glass and said: "Before disappearing, he arranged things in an orderly manner. That guy was really a competent priest, but he just didn't do it right. "Crooked."
Mike asked doubtfully: "Mr. Qian, is Father Zhiye... really a member of the cult?"
"Yes~" Qian Xiaoyi He said absently: "By taking advantage of people's despair, converting them into cultists, and extracting benefits from them..."
"Don't you sound like an asshole?" Maria sighed: "Through Mike's words, I think he is a good person, but how could a truly devout believer do such a thing?"
Mike nodded: "I think so too, Father Zhiye pretended "It's really good."
Qian Xiaoyi drank the orange juice in the cup and said: "Maybe it's not a disguise. Sometimes, devout believers are led to evil paths and are just worse than ordinary people." People are more dangerous. Father Zinye is like this. Through contact, I found that he has Jingmo was startled, his thoughts had solidified, and maybe he even thought that he was doing good things. "
"There are indeed people like that," Maria said, "They are obviously doing it. Some things are very bad for family members, but they stubbornly believe that they are doing good things , I have seen a lot of people like this, usually because they are too self-centered and don't care about other people's feelings at all."
Mike thought: "But Father Zhiye doesn't look like that. Man, he usually cares about other people’s feelings.”
Qian Xiaoyi shook his head: "That's because he thinks he is doing some kind of [necessary evil] and is trapped in a whirlpool of self-impression. Anyway, you should not delve into the thoughts of such a religious lunatic."
< br>He put down the cup and said: "That's it, I'm leaving. Please don't make public about Father Zinye's affairs."
"Don't you have a drink with me? Do you want to take a rest?" Maria She winked at him and said, "I should take care of him." The business in the store is over, but you come to my place for a drink.”
Qian Xiaoyi knew that Maria was telling him not to be so tense and to relax occasionally, Qian Xiaoyi said with a smile. : "I'm sorry, there are really a lot of things that I need to deal with during this period. Let's do it next time."
After watching Qian Xiaoyi leave, Mike said: "Mr. Qian, he... feels that his style is getting better and better." He looks more and more like a detective, even though he always denies it.”
Maria sighed: "He is probably preparing to do something big. I always feel that he will leave us soon."
"What? Is Mr. Qian going to die?" Mike Shocked.
Maria rolled her eyes: "That's not what I meant. I meant that he should be close to his goal of going to Japan, and he will leave after completing it. It's not like dying. Don't say such unlucky things."
"Ms. Maria, are you also a detective?" Mike asked: "You can see this kind of thing."
"Women. Intuition, intuition~" Maria said.
Mike glanced at Maria's knotted muscles and continued wiping the glass silently. It was more a bar owner's experience than a woman's intuition. After all, he has opened the store for so many years and has seen many different kinds of people, and Qian Xiaoyi is just a special passer-by in this store.
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Ding dong~~
The doorbell of the apartment rang. Heita Inuyama walked to the door, took a look through the peephole, and then opened the door to greet the guest.
“Brother Oto?” Heita Inuyama asked in confusion: “What’s the matter?”
Qian Xiaoyi usually doesn't come here. If something happens, he always calls him to go to the office.
Qian Xiaoyi took off his shoes at the entrance and said casually: "Ah, I came to play games with you."
"Eh? Really?" Inuyama Heita was stunned. We do have a second-hand game console at home. I bought it from a second-hand store. Jian shamelessly begged him to buy it.
“Of course it’s fake, idiot!” Qian Xiaoyi said, “I’m not here to find you this time.” He put on his slippers and walked inside as if he were his own home. .
Inuyama Heita scratched his head, closed the door and followed.
In the living room, Ken was directing Masato Shichijo to play a game that looked like it was from ten or twenty years ago. Qian Xiaoyi had never seen the game console before. At this time, the two of them were talking. I'm screaming to break through the level.
"Jump! Jump quickly! Stupid, there is a hidden entrance under that platform!"
"Jian, shut up! I have my own way of playing!"
These two guys were sitting on the floor in front of the TV, having a great time.
Qian Xiaoyi sat on the sofa, silently observing Masato Shichijo's lively appearance. It seemed that after rolling in the dirt for a while, this guy's young master's temper had finally been worn away.
Recalling the first time he saw Masato Shichijo, Qian Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh, what a face that deserves a beating. His arrogant look made people always want to punch him. One punch, now it's much more pleasing to the eye.
"Huh? Something's wrong, this is..." Jian felt Qian Xiaoyi's breath first, looked back, and said in surprise: "Brother Yi!"
Shichijo Masato also turned around : "Eh? Why are you here? Ah ...Dead."
He turned around and saw that the protagonist on the screen had been killed by the monster, so he could only sigh, dropped the controller, and cursed: "Shit! Garbage game console.”
"What did you say?!!!" Ajian was furious: "This is a masterpiece that ranks among the top 60 best games in my mind. How dare you insult it like this! You also insulted my favorite game console. I'll fight you!"
"Wow! What are you doing? Get out of here!"
"You weak psychic, can't you bear the touch of ice from a weak ghost like me? I poke, I poke~"
"Okay. It’s itchy, you bastard!”
Qian Xiaoyi silently drank the tea brought to him by Heita Inuyama and watched the two guys playing in front of him.
Under Qian Xiaoyi's silent death gaze, Qijiao Masato and Ajian finally stopped. Ajian said "I'm going to pee" and ran away.
"You and Ajian had a lot of fun~" Qian Xiaoyi said.
A sense of shame immediately climbed onto Masato Shichijo's face. He immediately recalled that he used to be at the same level as Qian Xiaoyi, a comrade who fought side by side, but now he was reduced to being like Aken. He was found out despite his status as a fat man, and he was instantly ashamed.
"That's... Takeru insisted that I play with him." Masato Shichijo defended: "I definitely didn't play it on my own initiative! You know, as a top student who returned from studying abroad, I I generally don’t touch these things that make me lose my temper.”
“Yes, yes, yes~” Qian Xiaoyi was very perfunctory.
Masato Shichijo blushed a little, and he asked awkwardly: "Ahem... Well, you have something serious to talk about, right? Let's just talk about business and leave Takeru alone."
"Okay." Qian Xiaoyi He nodded and then asked: "Do you want to return to your previous position?"
(End of this chapter)