Ms. Quan, who is male

The private nursing home is located in a quiet suburb far away from the bustling city, quite far from the residential building where Izumi and his family lived. Therefore, after Mizuno Chotaro was admitted to the hospital, Izumi also moved out of the basement.

However, he was not admitted to a nursing home - there were professional nurses in the nursing home, so there was no need for Izumi to stay by Mizuno Nagataro's side all the time.

The room Mizuno Chotaro lives in is a single room, which is spacious, bright and beautiful. The diet is formulated by a nutritionist based on each person's physical condition. The chef also cooks three meals a day well, with all colors, flavors and tastes. According to each person's body

In addition, there are gardens, tea rooms, activity rooms, massage rooms, etc., and there is even a small golf course.

Mizuno Chotaro has been used to hardship all his life, and he was a little uncomfortable with this kind of life at first. He always felt that if he didn't do something, he would feel uneasy.

At that time, Izumi was busy looking for a job. Even if Mizuno Chotaro was worried about something, he didn't want to complain in front of Izumi and make him feel worried. However, Izumi was always attentive and soon noticed something was wrong with him.

He has always been good at understanding other people's thoughts, has a sweet mouth, and is eloquent. He quickly convinced Mizuno Chotaro to let go of unnecessary worries and anxieties and recuperate in peace.

Izumi quickly found a job as a waiter in a cafe, and then chose a small rental house with a relatively reasonable rent between the cafe and a nursing home, so that he could go to work and visit Mizuno Chotaro.

It's just that although the place where he lives now is not far from the subway station and has convenient transportation, the disadvantage is also very obvious-the sound insulation effect is not good.

In the middle of the night, he could often hear the roar of motorcycle engines coming from the street, the laughter and curses of delinquent youths, and... the sounds of the young couple next door.

He could still knock on the door and greet the two people behind him with his Sharingan, but he couldn't control the people on the street one by one. He couldn't find a more suitable rental for a while, so he had to endure it.

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Quan didn't sleep well during this period, so his face naturally looked a little sick. When he was at work, the manager of the coffee shop saw his face and lips turning pale, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?

"

"I made you worry, I'm fine." He shook his head and smiled reluctantly.

"Still haven't found a suitable rental?"

"Um."

"Oh, this kind of thing can't be rushed. Take your time..."

"Ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ling"

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the clear bell rang, reminding the two people who were talking that a customer was coming to the shop.

"Welcome light... Huh?" The store manager just raised a smile to greet the customers, but found that the visitor was an acquaintance - the owner of the flower shop next door, holding a bouquet of delicate red roses in his hand.

Seeing her come in with flowers in her arms, the store manager was not surprised at all. He seemed to be used to it and asked, "Is it that anonymous admirer again?"

"Yes. While there are not many people in the store at the moment, I will bring you the flowers first." She said with a smile and handed the rose in her hand to Quan.

"..." Quan silently took it, "I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"Where, after you came, my business became hot."

The owner of the coffee shop also meant the same thing, and said in a joking tone: "The number of boys who come to drink coffee at my place has at least doubled. Yesterday, there were two little guys in high school uniforms who secretly asked me for your contact information.

I refused it for you."

Quan sighed and said, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, thank you."

"Haha, what's the trouble?" The store manager patted his shoulder and laughed heartily.

"But having said that, do you know this person who sends you roses every day?"

Quan shook his head and said, "If I knew him, I wouldn't let him continue to do this."

"Well..." The store manager held his chin and fell into deep thought, "That's right..."

The person they mentioned is the guy who has been sending roses to Quan every day lately.

This person has never shown his face, and they don't know how old he is, whether he is tall or short, fat or thin.

He would send a letter to the florist through the post office every morning. The envelope contained just enough cash for a bouquet of roses. In addition, there was a note with no header and no signature, just scrawled writing.

One sentence: "Please give Ms. Quan in the coffee shop next door a bouquet of our most beautiful red roses."

The flower shop owner was confused when she received such a letter at first, but she couldn't ignore the money. So she started sending flowers to Quan every day.

The sender's address was very vague, just a general area, which was quite close to their cafe. However, I had never been to that community, and I didn't know anyone who lived there.

The other party clearly knew Quan's name and where he worked, so they speculated that he should be a customer who had recently visited the coffee shop.

"Could it be the doctor who comes to see you often recently?" the flower shop owner asked curiously, "He also bought a bouquet of roses from me yesterday."

Before Quan could say anything, the store manager said, "Probably not...if it's that doctor, why did he send two bouquets of flowers on the same day?"

"That's right..."

There was still business to be done in the store, so the three of them didn't chat for too long.

It would be a waste to leave the roses alone, so he unpacked the exquisite packaging, took a pair of scissors from the desk drawer, trimmed the roots slightly, and inserted the roses into the vase in an orderly manner.

He stood by the window while he was arranging flowers.

The sun shines in from outside, coating the beautiful roses with a light golden edge. The roses are so red that it makes his hands playing with the petals even more gleaming white.

The light shone on him, as if covering him with a layer of translucent gauze, so hazy that it was hard to see clearly when he was far away.

His whole body seemed to be glowing.

In a car not far away, someone who saw this scene quietly lowered the window, took out his mobile phone and secretly photographed what he saw. Then, like a thief, the person in the car quickly closed the window.

, started the car and left here.

The store is not very busy today, but there are quite a few takeout orders.

Quan helped pack the cups of coffee and snacks that needed to be delivered, said hello to the store manager, and carried the insulated delivery box to deliver the food.

He came to the gate of the community according to the address written by the store manager, but unexpectedly found an acquaintance: "Mr. Kunikida?"

Kunikida Doppo turned his head when he heard the greeting and saw Izumi carrying the food delivery box.

"It's you." He took a quick look and found that Quan was wearing a white scarf on his head, a goose-yellow cotton skirt, and a white apron, just like an ordinary food delivery waiter, "I found a new one.

Work, come here to deliver food?"

"Well! I work in a coffee shop now." Quan Da answered his question generously.

Kunikida Doppo nodded after listening. As long as Izumi doesn't go to that chaotic bar anymore.

"Mr. Kunikida, are you here also for work?" Izumi asked curiously.

"Yeah." Kunikida Doppo pushed up his glasses, as if he remembered something, and suddenly reminded Izumi, "By the way, you should pay attention to safety when commuting to get off work recently."

Hearing what he said, Quan thought of what the other person's job was, and asked with an uneasy look on his face: "Could it be that... something happened?"

Kunikida Doppo organized his speech, and then said: "A serial murder case occurred recently."

"?!" Quan's eyes widened in surprise.

"The victims who have been found so far are between the ages of seventeen and twenty, both male and female. And the bodies they found all have one thing in common."

"Common ground?"

Kunikida Doppo suddenly looked down at Izumi's hand holding the food delivery box and said, "One of their fingers was chopped off. The boy's left ring finger, and the girl's right ring finger."

"!" Quan was so frightened that his face turned pale and he immediately took a step back.

"But don't be too nervous. We will find the prisoner soon. Please be careful during this period and don't go to sparsely populated areas."

Izumi nodded hurriedly: "I understand, thank you Mr. Kunikida!"

After saying goodbye, Quan carried the food delivery box and hurriedly walked into the community.

Arriving downstairs in Building B where the orderer was, Quan was waiting for the elevator and stared at the delivery address written by the store manager. Suddenly he remembered why he felt familiar.

Isn't this community the place that the person who sends him flowers every day fills in when he sends a letter?

However, as he walked along, he discovered that the community was quite large and there were many residents in it, so it was not a coincidence that they all happened to be the same people.

Quan took the elevator to the eleventh floor, scanned the corridor, and quickly found the house number of the person who ordered the meal.

He rang the electronic doorbell and waited outside for a long time. When he was about to ring the doorbell a second time, the door was opened from the inside.

"Hello, the coffee you ordered..."

Before Quan could finish his words, he was frightened by a bloodshot eye peeking out from the crack of the door, making him unable to speak clearly.

"...coffee, and snacks..."

"Ah, sorry..."

The person who opened the door opened the door with some embarrassment, completely revealing himself.

The person in front of him was a young man wearing home clothes. His hair was messy and there was a very obvious sleep mark on his face.

He scratched his chicken coop-like hair with his left hand and said awkwardly: "Because this look is so embarrassing, so just... that didn't scare you, did it?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Quan looked relieved and said with a smile, "Shall I give you the coffee and snacks you ordered now?"

"I'm sorry...my hands are a little dirty. Can you please put them on the cabinet in the entrance for me?"

"Ok, no problem."

Quan responded in a brisk tone and stepped into the other party's home.

Then he put the food delivery box on the cabinet in the entrance and prepared to take out the coffee and snacks inside.

But right behind him, the young man raised the corners of his mouth maliciously, and quietly closed the door, leaving only a gap. And he took out his right hand that had been behind his back, and suddenly he was holding a soaked piece of paper.

towel.

Just as Quan took out the small cake covered with delicate cream, the young man quickly took action and covered Quan's mouth and nose.

With a "pop" sound, the cake fell to the ground.

At this time, at the gate of the community.

Kunikida Doppo glanced at his watch and frowned slightly: "Strange... why did that guy go away for so long and not come back?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly ran into the community.

His eyes turned back to the eleventh floor of Building B, to the room of the person who ordered the meal.

The ajar door was gently locked.

Quan licked his fingertips that were stained with butter because he spilled the cake. In his scarlet eyes, he reflected the appearance of the young man kneeling on the ground, his eyes blank and his expression dull.

He glanced at his small leather shoes that were also stained with cream, kicked the young man who had no resistance rudely, then stepped on his chest, condescendingly, and said with a half-smile: "Speaking of which...

…I still need a dog to lick my shoes.”