Japanese big things

It seemed like there had been a heavy rain last night, and the ground was still wet with obvious traces. Some scattered low places were filled with accumulated water, forming small puddles full of reflections.
Occasionally, a passing vehicle speeds away, its rumbling posture is like a train on the track, leaving only an afterimage. The rapidly rotating wheels are crushing all the way, and the splashing water is like a burst of water.

Like bullets, flying freely.

Although Nakamura Masahiro took two steps back in a conditioned reflex, trying his best to avoid the incoming hidden weapon, he still felt like he had won the year-end lottery. He was accurately hit on his trouser leg, leaving two obvious marks on the originally clean area.

traces of water stains.

Subconsciously, he wanted to spit fragrance at the escaping car, but when he looked up, the instigator had long disappeared. In addition to being incompetent and furious, Nakamura Masahiro could only admit that he was unlucky and lamented that he must have gone out without reading the almanac.

After being depressed for a while, with a long sigh, Nakamura Masahiro finally adjusted his bad mood: after all, things have already happened, and there is no point in continuing to dwell on it.

Opening the notepad on his phone, Masahiro Nakamura took a look at the address recorded on it, then picked up the Tokyo map he carried and searched for it carefully: Although there will be a convenient way of navigation software on mobile phones in the future, it is still in the 3G network era.

I can only make do with the map.

"Strange, the address of the office seems to be here..."

Looking up and looking around, Nakamura Masahiro murmured and then looked down at the map. According to the address of the office recorded in the notepad, the specific location should be nearby, but Nakamura Masahiro walked around the neighborhood twice and couldn't find it.

Not finding it was a bit discouraging.

"Why can't I find it... Could it be that the address was sent to the wrong address?"

After careful consideration, Nakamura Masahiro guessed that his father, Nakamura Tomimasa, had sent the wrong address to the office. But on second thought, the probability of such a mistake was too low, and it was unlikely that it would have happened to his father, Nakamura Tomimasa.

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"Moses Moses...."

After much deliberation, Nakamura Masahiro had no idea for a moment. He picked up his mobile phone, found his father Nakamura Tomimasa's phone number in the address book, and then dialed it directly. As the "beep, beep" sound sounded, the phone number was very loud.

Almost connected.

"I am Masahiro Nakamura...."

"Masahiro, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

There was a deep doubt in his tone of voice. His father Nakamura Tomimasa was very surprised by Nakamura Masahiro's sudden call. According to Nakamura Masahiro's personality, he would basically not take the initiative to call unless there are special circumstances.

I am calling you all of a sudden now. I am afraid that something happened? However, it seems that nothing happened recently? Could it be that something unexpected happened in TBS TV station?

The thoughts in his mind were spinning thousands of times, and Nakamura Tomimasa kept guessing and imagining various possibilities. However, the judged results were either negative or the probability was very low. In short, none of them were reliable.<

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Before he could continue to guess, Nakamura Masahiro's voice sounded again, which finally solved Nakamura Tomimasa's confusion.

"That's what happened. I would like to ask, where is the specific location of the office?"

"Where is the office? Didn't I tell you the address?"

Nakamura Tomimasa feels very strange. If he remembers correctly, the address of the office has been given to Nakamura Masahiro in advance, and the specific location is also very clear. Is it possible that Nakamura Masahiro still can't find it?

"Just look for it. Didn't you find it?"

"Well, I walked around Akasaka 8-chome twice and didn't see the office."

Nakamura Masahiro replied affirmatively, feeling a little irritated. After wandering around for a long time, Nakamura Masahiro almost finished shopping at Akasaka 8-chome, but he couldn't find the location of the office.

"Then you didn't contact Nagano Hideki-san?"

I recall that Masahiro Nakamura is not familiar with Tokyo, and the location of the office seems a bit remote. It seems that it is not incomprehensible if the exact location is not found.

"Well, I contacted you, but no one answered the phone."

Long before departure, Nakamura Masahiro tried to contact Nagano Hideki. But the problem was that no one answered the call, and no reply was received to the subsequent text messages, which made Nakamura Masahiro have no choice but to give up.<

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"No one has answered the phone? Then, he must be busy..."

Nakamura Tomimasa was speechless for a moment, and could only infer that the reason why Nagano Hideki didn't answer the phone was because he was too busy. As a former Ministry of Finance official, it is normal for Nagano Hideki to be busy with his business, and the financial problems of the firm were originally tied to others.

, naturally it is impossible to ask for too much.

"Maybe he was in a meeting, or maybe Nagano Hideki-san went out."

"Let's do this. Wait for a while. I'll make a call first to see if I can find someone to come over..."

After finishing the brief words, before Nakamura Masahiro could react, his father Tomimasa Nakamura hung up the phone, leaving only a busy tone that sounded intermittently, reminding Nakamura Masahiro that the other party had hung up the phone.

"Huh?"

Looking at the mobile phone in his hand, Nakamura Masahiro was a little confused for a moment. He originally wanted to say something, but his father Nakamura Tomimasa hung up the phone so quickly. Now he could only give up the extra thoughts and wait patiently for his father.

Reply from Tomimasa Nakamura.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the phone rang again. Masahiro Nakamura glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was a call from his father Tomimasa Nakamura. He didn't think much and subconsciously pressed the answer button.

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"Wait nearby for a while, I've already asked someone to come over..."

As soon as he answered the phone, his father Nakamura Tomimasa's voice came over. His tone was as calm as ever, and the feeling that convinced Nakamura Masahiro was still so familiar.

"She's not far away, she should be here soon..."

"Okay, I understand."

After responding solemnly, Nakamura Masahiro quickly hung up the phone. Then, he walked a few steps along the street and entered a convenience store at the intersection. After a while, he came out of the convenience store again.

, Masahiro Nakamura already holds an open bottle of drink in his hand.

After going back and forth for so long, Nakamura Masahiro was already a little thirsty. The cold and sweet drink brought an unusual feeling to his taste buds, and a pleasant feeling of satisfaction emerged spontaneously.<

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Picking up the drink, Nakamura Masahiro poured it at the mouth of the bottle again, and drank several gulps in a row. He probably drank a little too much, and he couldn't help but burped. At the same time, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but gasp.

Angry.

Pedestrians on the street walked in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry. Occasionally they slowed down and stopped, either turning around and entering the shops on the street, or lingering in front of the food stalls.

Perhaps because it is a little far away from the business district, the flow of people as far as the eye can see is sparse, and combined with the occasional passing vehicles, it does not match the impression of prosperous Tokyo at all, but rather resembles Kanazawa, Masahiro Nakamura's hometown.

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"Smith Marseille...."

I don’t know how much time passed, but when Nakamura Masahiro was sitting bored on a bench on the side of the road to relax, a girl’s voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Nakamura Masahiro to wake up suddenly.

"Hello, is this Nakamura Masahiro-san?"

"Uh, hello, I'm Masahiro Nakamura. Who are you?"

The girl looked a little out of breath and looked like she had rushed here in a hurry. Her face was slightly red, her delicate facial features and dark, silky long hair, coupled with her somewhat timid appearance, gave her a

It feels like I feel pity for you.

"Hello, I am Hashimoto Nanami..."

After she adjusted her breathing a little and the girl's breath became steady, she introduced herself politely and whispered in a low voice: "It was Mr. Tomimasa Nakamura who informed me to come here."

"Hashimoto Nanami?"

Standing up, Nakamura Masahiro glanced at the girl in front of him. Her pretty face looked familiar. He seemed to have seen her somewhere before. However, he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hashimoto-san, have we met somewhere?"

Fragments of memories were scattered in his mind. For the clueless Nakamura Masahiro, finding them was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. Therefore, he quickly gave up and pinned his hopes on girls.

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"No, we should have met before, but I can't remember where at the moment..."

"Eh?"

Listening to Nakamura Masahiro's slightly contradictory but firm words, Hashimoto Nanami's expression couldn't help but be stunned. She blurted out a tone of surprise, her eyes widened with curiosity, she raised her head and looked at Nakamura seriously

Masahiro.

"Is it you?"

Obviously, Hashimoto Nana was deeply impressed by Nakamura Masahiro and recognized him immediately. The comparison between the two highlighted how bad Nakamura Masahiro's memory is, and he is not as good as a girl.<

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"Sure enough, I just said we have met..."

Hashimoto Nana's reaction confirmed Nakamura Masahiro's guess, which made him feel happy. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, forming a nice arc. The smiling Nakamura Masahiro looked very much like a youth anime.

The male protagonist.

"Hashimoto-san, let me formally introduce myself. I am Masahiro Nakamura."

"Hello, I am Hashimoto Nanami."

Subconsciously, she also introduced herself. After reacting, Hashimoto Nana couldn't help but become a little embarrassed. Her cheeks were slightly red, and the girl wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in: It's so embarrassing.

Secretly looking at the bright man in front of her, the deep eyes were like a black hole with infinite gravity, which made Hashimoto Nana feel like she was about to be sucked away. A shyness grew in her heart, and Hashimoto Nana felt her heart pounding.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't stop feeling panicked.