Free Web NovelChapter 494: BCL Chapter 489: Seika: This Damned Sense of impropriety!
"Um... can I leave now?"
The girl whose neck was bitten just now asked timidly.
Having walked a circle on the edge of life and death, she now only wanted to leave this nightmare place as soon as possible and go back to be with her family.
The other two unlucky customers were the same; they didn’t want to stay for another second and urgently wanted to leave.
As for those who were crowded at the exit and couldn’t get out, they had naturally already disappeared.
In the vast underground live house, only Kitahara, Nijika, Seika, and the three unlucky customers remained. Tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, and there were still wet bloodstains, making the place look empty and particularly desolate.
"Boy... what do you say?"
Seika subconsciously looked up at Kitahara, clearly seeking his opinion.
Kitahara said straightforwardly:
"I’m sorry, you cannot leave yet. The ambulance is already on its way. Once the ambulance arrives, the three customers should go to the hospital for a body check. All expenses incurred during this period will be borne by us, and the police are also on their way, so there will be a simple statement inquiry for the three of you."
This was not Kitahara’s first encounter with an Anomalous Existence, so he was naturally very familiar with the relevant handling procedures.
"Please wait patiently for a while," Seika bowed and apologized. "We are truly sorry that you customers encountered such a thing."
"But..."
The speaking girl hesitantly looked at the glasses-wearing man still twitching on the ground, her face full of fear, obviously afraid that he would go berserk and hurt people again.
"I’m here," Kitahara smiled, his voice gentle. "Please rest assured, customers."
"..."
Looking at Kitahara’s gentle smile, the girl’s face quickly flushed, and she quickly lowered her head shyly.
(This boy is way too popular, isn’t he?)
Seika looked at the shy girl and couldn’t help but complain in her heart.
(Wait a minute!)
Seika suddenly remembered something. After hesitating for two seconds, she walked up to Kitahara, stood on tiptoe, and whispered:
"Does what happened just now need to be kept a secret?"
"Huh?"
Kitahara looked at her, puzzled.
Seika lowered her voice and said:
"There are surveillance cameras inside the shop. Everything that just happened must have been recorded... Do you want me to delete the footage?"
"There’s no need for such trouble," Kitahara replied softly. "I’m officially registered with the management bureau. I just need to say something, and besides, having the surveillance footage is good; it can serve as evidence."
His warm breath on her neck made the temperature on Seika’s face subtly rise.
"Then I won’t bother with it."
Seika let out a soft hum, quickly stepping back half a pace to create distance.
"Phew..."
Seika secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately felt a gaze fall upon her.
"Staring--"
Nijika’s eyes widened as she stared over.
(What is Seika saying to Kitahara-kun?)
(Why are they talking behind my back?)
(And when did Seika and Kitahara-kun become so close?)
Noticing her younger sister’s gaze, a hint of guilt flashed in Seika’s eyes. She cleared her throat twice, walked over to Nijika, and whispered into her ear:
"That... I was just asking about something very serious..."
After quietly explaining their conversation, Nijika finally dispelled her doubts, saying in a clear voice:
"So that’s it. I thought Seika-nee and Kitahara-kun had become close."
Seika: "..."
Sorry.
They really have become close...
The few of them remained silent, waiting quietly in the shop.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the sounds of police cars and ambulances were heard outside.
"Seika-nee, go outside and welcome them in," Kitahara said softly. "I’ll stay here and watch."
"Okay."
Seika agreed and quickly walked out of the shop.
Before long, several police officers and medical personnel streamed in, quickly taking over the scene.
There’s no need to say more about what happened next. The three unfortunate customers, accompanied by medical personnel, took an ambulance to the hospital for a full body examination. The police copied the surveillance video and conducted an on-site investigation and evidence collection.
Finally, it was time for the statements.
"Ms. Ijichi, please come with us to the police station to give a statement."
A female police officer approached Seika, speaking while curiously looking at Kitahara, and said softly:
"And this gentleman, please come along to give a statement as well."
She had already seen the surveillance video and knew that the handsome young man in front of her had dealt with the glasses-wearing man who had turned into a monster, and the entire process was remarkably easy, which was why she was so curious.
One must know that after humans turn into monsters, their strength and speed greatly increase. Even well-trained and fully armed police officers would require several people working together to subdue them. Yet, the young man in front of her could easily deal with the monster and even heal others’ injuries... It truly made her incredibly curious.
At the same time.
Another police officer walked over, his expression serious as he announced:
"This shop now needs to be indefinitely closed. All personnel, please evacuate as soon as possible..."
Indefinitely meant there was no fixed period; it could be as short as three to five days, or as long as a year and a half.
"What?"
Seika’s breathing hitched, and her face quickly turned pale.
Although she had already anticipated this possibility, hearing that the shop, into which she had poured all her efforts, was being sealed off like this, still made it suffocatingly difficult to breathe.
"Seika-nee, leave it to me."
Seeing Seika’s face visibly pale, Kitahara softly comforted her, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and directly dialed the number of his exclusive contact person.
After only three seconds, the call was quickly connected. ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Mr. Kitahara...?"
A gentle and pleasant female voice respectfully sounded.
Kitahara did not exaggerate, but simply recounted the situation as it was, then said:
"A customer turning into an anomaly was just an accident, so an indefinite closure of the shop is out of the question."
"Yes, please wait."
"..."
Kitahara put away his phone and waited quietly.
The two police officers had heard Kitahara’s entire conversation. They exchanged glances and both chose to wait silently.
The management bureau is an emergency management department established by the government, possessing immense power. After Kitahara resolved the Kamakura fog change crisis, he instantly became one of the highest-ranking external personnel of the management bureau, and he even had an exclusive contact person on standby 24 hours a day... In short, he instantly became a member of the privileged class.
Kitahara naturally wouldn’t find privilege shameful; it would be foolish not to use it when one had it.
In less than a minute, the leading middle-aged police officer’s phone rang. He answered the call, spoke a few respectful words, then quickly walked over.
The middle-aged police officer first bowed slightly to Kitahara, then introduced himself, and finally stated that the shop did not need to be indefinitely closed, but it had to follow procedures. It could only resume business after other departments came for a safety inspection tomorrow.
"Phew..."
Seika exhaled softly, looking over with gratitude:
"That’s enough."
The middle-aged police officer bowed again:
"Today’s case involves an anomalous creature, and it’s a high-level one. We must ask both of you to return to the station to give statements. Please bear with us..."
Kitahara naturally wouldn’t make things difficult for them; convenience for others means convenience for oneself:
"Understood. Seika-nee and I will go right away."
"..."
Having dealt with these minor matters, Kitahara looked around the performance hall and then said:
"Nijika-senpai will definitely have to clean up later, right?"
"That’s right."
Nijika nodded, biting her lower lip.
This was a place that held countless beautiful memories for her and Seika, so of course, she couldn’t just let it remain messy.
Kitahara knew he couldn’t stop her, so he said:
"I’ll leave Hana here; the task of cleaning up the bloodstains will be entrusted to Hana."
Nijika: "..."
Hana is just a child! How could you bear to use child labor!
"Seika-nee and I will go give our statements first," Kitahara said softly. "We won’t be long. Nijika, don’t worry, you can contact us by phone anytime."
"Okay," Nijika said, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth. "I’ll wait for you and Seika-nee to come home."
Having given his instructions.
Kitahara and Seika walked out of the shop together.
The performance hall was located underground. As they climbed the stairs, Kitahara suddenly heard a low, distressed groan. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Turning to look, he saw Seika biting her lower lip, her right hand on her waist, a hint of pain flashing across her pretty face.
"Your back still hurts?"
Kitahara said softly:
"How about I carry Seika-nee up?"
"No! Need!"
Seika’s pretty face quickly flushed, and she glared at him, both shy and annoyed:
"You hurry up and get away from me! Don’t be near me!"
When Seika went out to call the police and paramedics earlier, she saw that the outside was surrounded by onlookers, at least several hundred people at a glance.
She was almost thirty years old; if a high school student carried her up... she would definitely be on the front page tomorrow, wouldn’t she?
How could she possibly agree to such an embarrassing thing!
It was just a strained back; compared to social death, it was nothing at all!
They walked in silence.
The two took the police car to the police station, and then it was time for statements.
These police officers apparently already knew Kitahara’s identity, and the statement process was quite gentle, consisting entirely of formulaic questions. Before the statements were even finished, the police had already investigated all of the glasses-wearing man’s information.
The glasses-wearing man’s name was Fuji Yu. He had graduated from university less than two years ago and currently worked at a bank, with a monthly salary of a full 400,000 yen, which could be said to be quite an excellent young man.
However, three months ago, he came into contact with a gambling app and, as expected, became addicted to gambling. At first, he won a lot of money, but later he lost more and more. In his madness, he even embezzled bank funds for gambling.
The outcome was predictable.
Ninety-nine percent of online gambling is fraud. The glasses-wearing man lost all his money, and his life became completely hopeless, which is why he integrated the negative energy from another world and eventually degenerated into an anomalous monster.
After clarifying the glasses-wearing man’s background and confirming that this matter had no relation to Kitahara and Seika, the statements quickly concluded. The middle-aged police officer from before even asked if they wanted a ride back.
"No, thank you," Seika shook her head, refusing his kind offer. "We can go back on our own."
Kitahara naturally had no objections. He walked out with Seika, and along the way, they encountered a woman in an office lady’s outfit crying as she ran in.
Seeing the office lady they brushed past, Seika’s pretty face immediately showed a complex expression.
"What’s wrong?"
Kitahara asked softly.
Seika bit her lower lip and shook her head:
"...Let’s talk outside."
The two quickly walked out of the police station.
Unbeknownst to them, it was already past nine in the evening, and the night breeze had quietly turned cooler.
"I’ll send Nijika-senpai a message first..."
Kitahara took out his phone and sent a message to Nijika, saying that the statements were finished and they were on their way back, telling Nijika not to worry. Then he opened his navigation app:
"Seika-nee, this way."
"Okay."
Seika stepped to follow.
They hadn’t walked far when a long flight of downhill stairs appeared before them.
"Down these stairs is the train station," Kitahara explained as he walked. "Then we can choose whether to take the train or a taxi back."
"Let’s take the train."
Seika made a decisive choice:
"Anyway, the matter is concluded, and there’s no need to rush back. Taking a taxi is too expensive... By the way, how are those three customers doing?"
Kitahara said softly:
"I just asked the police. The hospital reported that all her physical indicators are normal; it’s just that her emotions are a bit unstable. The police will send a professional psychological therapist for emotional support."
Seika relaxed, "That’s good. Thanks to you today... Hiss~"
A sharp gasp of cold air suddenly rang out.
Kitahara turned his head and saw Seika clutching her waist with her right hand, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, stumbling and falling towards him.
Thump.
Kitahara simply opened his arms and caught Seika in one swift motion.
"Did you strain your back again?"
After all, she was thirty years old and often sat for long periods without moving, so straining her back was quite normal.
"The... the steps are too narrow..." Seika gritted her teeth, a hint of pain flashing across her pretty face. "I’ll be fine after a short rest."
Kitahara said speechlessly, "This isn’t the time to be stubborn. Should I carry Seika-nee down?"
Seika glared at him in annoyance, rejecting him outright, "No need!"
"Tsk~"
Kitahara let out a soft click of his tongue.
She was clearly in so much pain she was gasping for air, yet she was still trying to be strong. With such a stubborn personality, no wonder she hadn’t married by thirty!
"Two choices."
Kitahara held up two fingers and said decisively, "Either I carry Seika-nee down, or I carry you on my back. Seika-nee, you choose."
"You..."
"It’s just a bridal carry. We’ve already done it at school, haven’t we?"
"Don’t you dare mention that!"
"Anyway, you have ten seconds, Seika-nee. If you can’t choose, then I’ll choose."
"..."
Facing the suddenly assertive Kitahara, Seika was a little at a loss.
Ten seconds passed in a flash.
Seeing Kitahara open his arms, ready to pick her up, Seika quickly raised her hands to block her chest.
"Wait, wait a minute... Just carry me on your back!"
"Come on."
Kitahara turned around and got into position.
"This brat..."
Seika hesitated for two seconds, then quickly gritted her teeth, opened her arms, and, with a flushed face, lay on Kitahara’s back.
(Stay calm! Don’t panic!)
(We’ve had worse, like kissing... It’s okay if he just carries me on his back, right?)
(Besides, I strained my back, so even if Nijika sees it, she definitely won’t say much...)
(But... but why do I feel so guilty?!)
(Could this be the legendary... feeling of impropriety?)
