“Ehhhhh!!!?”

“Filled with the master’s sword energy!?”

Judy’s whole body stiffened, and then collapsed, her limbs twitching, and the sword energy that could not be contained in her stomach completely surged out, and she completely lost consciousness.

Chapter 459: Creatures in the Gutter

Shuichi Akai was sitting in the car, his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, on which was a photo sent by Judy.

A seemingly ordinary selfie, but it contains obvious provocation.

In the photo, Judy was leaning on Kogoro Mouri’s shoulder with a smug and slightly drunken smile on her face.

Akai Shuichi’s brows frowned slightly.

“What is she doing?”

Akai Shuichi murmured in a low voice, his tone revealing a hint of confusion and annoyance.

He slid his fingers across the screen, zooming in and out on the photo, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Maori.

The man looked as confident and calm as ever. Even when facing the camera, his expression was incredibly calm and at ease.

Akai Shuichi felt a sense of discomfort in his heart, as if something was stuck in his throat, which he could neither swallow nor spit out.

He knew Judy liked him, but he never thought he would see a scene like this.

Even though he had always treated Judy coldly, at this moment, he still felt a vague sense of anger and…jealousy?

“envy?”

Akai Shuichi frowned even deeper. He forced himself to suppress these emotions and replied to Judy with his usual cold tone:

“Focus on the task, don’t mess around.”

After sending this message, Shuichi Akai threw his phone casually on the passenger seat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

However, another face appeared in his mind, a face that was so familiar that it made him tremble.

“Grayhara Kirara…”

Shuichi Akai looked through the windshield at the flower shop not far away.

In the window of the flower shop, a figure was concentrating on arranging flowers. She was wearing a simple white apron, her long hair was casually tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair hung by her ears. She looked gentle and fresh.

Her movements were slow, as if she was carefully carving a piece of art.

Slender fingers gently pick up a bunch of daisies, insert them into a glass vase, and then adjust the angle to ensure that each flower is facing the best position.

That focused and quiet look made Akai Shuichi’s heart skip a beat for no reason.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen beautiful women before, but Kirara Huihara has a unique temperament that makes people unable to take their eyes off her.

More importantly, her face… those eyes, that smile, were all strikingly similar to one person – Miyano Akemi.

“Akemi……”

Akai Shuichi’s throat tightened. He had seen that face countless times in his dreams, and now, an almost identical woman appeared in reality.

Although he knew this was impossible, some emotion in his heart made him unable to let go.

“Who is she?”

Shuichi Akai tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, his eyes never leaving the flower shop.

He had already investigated Kirara Haibara’s background, and the file showed that she was an ordinary flower shop owner who lived a simple life and had almost no connection with the Black Organization.

But Shuichi Akai always felt that things were not that simple.

Not only does she look like Miyano Akemi, but she also has the same calm temperament.

Fragments of the past emerged in his mind, the days he spent with Mingmei – she also liked flowers, always had a faint smile on her face, and advised him in a gentle tone not to always have a stern face.

But now, all of this has become irretrievable memory.

“what should I do?”

Akai Shuichi tightened his fingers.

He wanted to get closer to Kirara Haibara and find out who she was, but his reason told him not to alert the enemy.

If she was really a bait sent by the Black Organization, her impulsiveness might make things more complicated.

He just sat in his car, staring at the window of the flower shop like a stalker.

Kirara Huihara seemed to notice something and looked out the window.

Shuichi Akai immediately lowered his head and pretended to organize things in the car.

After a few seconds, he quietly raised his head and saw that Kirara Huihara had turned around and continued to fiddle with the vase.

She chatted quietly with a guest, a soft smile on her face.

“What kind of person is she?”

Countless questions surged in Akai Shuichi’s mind. He hated the feeling of being out of control, but he couldn’t resist the strong attraction.

“Am I going to be in love?”

Akai Shuichi was suddenly shocked by his own thoughts.

He forced himself to calm down, but his heartbeat wouldn’t calm down.

He didn’t think any further, but opened his laptop and retrieved Kirara Huihara’s background information again.

He tried to find some clues from these cold data to prove that his feelings were wrong or right.

However, no matter how he analyzed it, he could not find any evidence to allow him to make a conclusion.

Her life was so dull that it was almost boring, and she didn’t seem like someone associated with the Black Organization at all.

“damn it.”

Akai Shuichi cursed under his breath and turned off the computer.

He looked back at the flower shop and saw Kirara Huihara seeing off the last customer.

She raised her head and glanced at the sky outside the window, as if feeling the cool night breeze.

At that moment, Shuichi Akai’s heart was hit again.

As the night deepened, the lights in the flower shop went out.

Shuichi Akai watched as Kirara Haibara locked the door, picked up her bag, and walked briskly towards the other end of the street.

He didn’t start the engine, but sat quietly in the car, watching her back gradually disappear from his sight.

“Who are you, Kirara Huihara?”

Akai Shuichi murmured in a low voice, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

He knew very well that he was heading down a dangerous path.

But even so, he couldn’t stop.

……

Shuichi Akai has been having an extremely boring time these days.

He drove far behind Kirara Huihara, with the car window half-lowered. The lit cigarette swayed in the night breeze, and the sparks flickered.

His eyes were fixed on that figure. Kirara Huihara was wearing a simple beige dress, carrying a bag of fresh vegetables, and walking briskly on the street.

Her movements, expressions, and even the tone of her voice when talking to her neighbors all revealed an incomparably natural calmness.

This kind of life is simple and real, and is completely unlike the life that people from the Black Organization or any other criminal gang would live.

……

Shuichi Akai sat in a cafe in the distance, pretending to browse the newspaper, but his eyes never left the flower shop.

Kirara Huihara went out early in the morning, with her hair tied up, changed into a light blue shirt dress, and carried a small bag to buy groceries at a nearby supermarket.

Shuichi Akai followed her all the way to the supermarket, watching her carefully select vegetables and fruits, occasionally exchanging a few words with the store clerk, with a gentle smile on her face.

When checking out, she took out her wallet, smiled at the clerk as if she didn’t have enough change, and swiped her card without hesitation.

Akai Shuichi watched quietly, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Such a daily life is peaceful, happy and uneventful, just like a paradise.

But in Akai Shuichi’s eyes, this calmness was like a thorn that pierced his heart and made him ache.

The next day, Shuichi Akai waited outside the flower shop, observing Kirara Haibara’s every move while disguised as a delivery boy.

In the afternoon, the flower shop was empty, with only Kirara Huihara there.

She took out her cell phone from behind the counter and started sending messages skillfully.

Shuichi Akai took a sneak peek with the telescope. Although he couldn’t see the content clearly, from the sweet curve of her mouth, she was obviously chatting with someone about something that made her happy.

“Maori Kogoro.”

Shuichi Akai silently recited the name in his mind, and his heart sank inexplicably.

He knew about the relationship between Kirara Haibara and Mori, but seeing her smile like that because of this man still made him feel uncomfortable.

“You are just one of his many lovers.”

Akai Shuichi’s knuckles were clenched until they turned white. Such a smile should not belong to a relationship that was destined to be unequal, and it should not appear on the face of a woman who looked so similar to Miyano Akemi.

Day three.

Shuichi Akai had just parked his car in a corner with good visibility when his cell phone rang. He opened it and saw that it was another message from Judy.

In the photo, she and Maori are standing close to each other, with a high-end restaurant in the background.

Judy was wearing a red dress, holding a glass of red wine, looking at the camera with a smile, while Maori put his arm around her with one hand and raised his glass with his other hand to clink with hers.

Judy also added a meaningful message: “Aka-kun, do you think my dress looks good? Mr. Maori said it suits me very well.”

Akai Shuichi stared at the photo with a frown.

He didn’t reply and threw his phone aside.

However, the scene in the photo could not be shaken off. He felt that his emotions were like bubbles that were forcibly pressed into water, and he could hardly breathe.

In the next few days, Kirara Huihara’s life was like a plain documentary, with every frame revealing a stable happiness.

He opens the shop in the morning, arranges flowers and receives guests during the day, and goes home alone after closing the shop in the evening.

Her cell phone often rang, and the name on the screen was always Kogoro Mori.

And every time, when she picked up her phone to reply to the message, that sweet smile would appear on her face again.

Akai Shuichi sat in the car, staring at her figure, with complicated emotions surging in his mind.

He hated Maori’s existence, hated Kirara’s smile, and even hated himself for watching her every move like a stalker.

“Akemi……”

Shuichi Akai called out the long-gone name in his heart.

He knew very well that Kirara Haibara could not be Akemi, but every time he saw her, he could not control his thoughts.

What Shuichi Akai could not accept was that a woman who looked so similar to Akemi was just one of Kogoro Mori’s many lovers.

Maori obviously didn’t take her seriously, otherwise Judy wouldn’t have fallen into Maori’s trap so easily.

“Am I angry now because Akemi didn’t get the chance to enjoy such peace, or because Maori didn’t deserve such a woman?”

Shuichi Akai irritably pulled off the cigarette box and lit a cigarette, but found that he couldn’t even take a puff.

He put out the cigarette vigorously, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

The observations over the past few days have made Shuichi Akai feel more and more complicated.

Kirara Haihara is innocent, there is no doubt about it.

But it was precisely because of her innocence and purity that Shuichi Akai felt even more painful.

This kind of daily life is beyond his reach, and is something that Akemi Miyano can never achieve.

At the same time, there are more and more photos and messages about Judy every day. In the pictures, she and Maori are getting closer and closer, and their actions are getting more and more ambiguous.

Hugs, kisses, and even her lap pillow for Maori!