Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Chapter 244: The Investigation into Menma's Death, A Mother and Daughter's Reunion After Five Years

"What? Such a thing actually happened!?"

Noticing the change in Ye Xing's expression and tone, Suka Natsumi was about to continue speaking, but her brow furrowed slightly, feeling that something was not quite right.

Your reaction…

Why does it feel like it's not surprise or fear, nor the disdain for talk of ghosts and monsters, but a strange excitement and anticipation?

No.

There are evil spirits in the mountains that like to eat children, what are you getting excited about here?

As an ordinary person, Suka Natsumi couldn't see the cute little girl in a white dress, barefoot with snow-white feet, sitting next to Ye Xing.

"River… river…"

When Menma heard this word, as if she had remembered something, a look of horror and fear appeared on her cute little face, and she subconsciously grabbed Ye Xing's sleeve, her voice trembling as she said.

"Ye Xing… Brother Ye Xing… That's right… That's right, Menma remembers, it's that river…"

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Ye Xing patted Menma's hand, comforting her softly.

Seeing him talking to the empty space beside him in such a gentle tone, Suka Natsumi couldn't help but be stunned, asking suspiciously.

"Who are you talking to?"

Ye Xing smiled nonchalantly.

"Oh, talking to my imaginary friend, a light and gentle, cute-looking, fair-skinned, well-behaved and gentle little loli."

Suka Natsumi: "…"

After all, it's Ye Xing, being a little abnormal is normal.

"You… are you a lolicon?"

"Eh, far from it."

Ye Xing shook his head first, then said seriously.

"Actually, my favorite type is a mature older sister with long black hair, sexy clothes, manicured nails, aged between twenty-two and twenty-four, with a cup size of around 32B to 32C, a self-media writer by profession, and a lively and generous personality."

Hearing this, Suka Natsumi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"You… just say my name directly, adding so many limiting conditions, honestly."

Then, Suka Natsumi looked at Ye Xing with a playful expression, half-smiling.

"If the girls around you hear that the type you like is someone like me, I'm afraid they'll be a little disappointed."

"Hey, look at what you're saying."

Ye Xing waved his hand nonchalantly, smiling.

"If they were here at this moment, the type I like would be different. I'm all about adapting and switching. Whoever is with me at this moment, that's the type I like. As long as they look good, the rest doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Suka Natsumi couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking that you're a scumbag, and you're being such a blatant scumbag, it's really abstract.

"The information I collected has been compiled into an email and sent to you."

"Okay."

Speaking of this, Suka Natsumi couldn't help but feel curious, cautiously probing.

"That… the girl named Honma Meiko, what is your relationship with her?"

Originally sitting aside, dangling her two white legs, Menma, hearing this sentence, couldn't help but feel a little curious, and moved closer to Ye Xing, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Brother Ye Xing, what is our relationship?"

"Honma Meiko…"

Ye Xing pondered for a long time, giving the most reasonable answer.

"Is my family."

Hearing this answer, Menma smiled happily, the emotions of loss and unease just now, because of recalling the location of her death, disappeared instantly, and she even started humming a song happily, shaking her head.

Suka Natsumi's expression was very heavy, apologizing in a low voice.

"I'm sorry… please accept my condolences."

"Hey, what condolences."

Ye Xing shook his head, picked up the water glass and took a sip, then chuckled.

"She will live."

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, let's eat."

…

After finishing the meal, Suka Natsumi planned to take the initiative to pay the bill.

After all, regardless of whether Ye Xing and "Mask" were the same person, the other party had indeed helped her a lot, and the favors she owed had to be repaid.

Just as Suka Natsumi took out her wallet, she saw Takanashi Touka, wearing a chef's uniform, walking out of the back kitchen and standing in front of the two, saying calmly.

"No need to pay the bill, it's on me."

"How can that be?"

Ye Xing became uncharacteristically serious.

"Regarding the reward for that incident, you have already paid it. One thing is one thing. When eating here, the bill still needs to be settled."

"Indeed, one thing is one thing."

Takanashi Touka nodded, saying faintly.

"But that reward was only the reward for entrusting you to help solve the problem. I personally was saved by you, which is not included in the entrusted project. It's a favor I owe you."

What Takanashi Touka didn't expect was that Ye Xing didn't continue to decline, but nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the grace of saving a life is unforgettable. Just treating me to a meal, I'm afraid this favor can't be repaid."

Takanashi Touka frowned slightly.

"Oh? Then you wouldn't want me to offer myself in return?"

"Then I can reluctantly accept it."

"Reluctantly? I wronged you? Huh?"

Takanashi Touka stretched out her slender white right hand, overlapping her thumb and middle finger. She originally wanted to use all her strength, but after hesitating slightly, she just flicked Ye Xing's forehead lightly, as if flirting.

"Alright, that's it."

After Takanashi Touka returned to the back kitchen, Suka Natsumi sighed helplessly, unable to help but complain.

"You, you really have good luck with women."

As a professional media person, Suka Natsumi had this kind of ability to observe words and expressions.

A cold and aloof woman like Takanashi Touka, if she didn't think the relationship was familiar to a certain extent, how could she make such an intimate gesture as flicking someone's forehead?

Moreover, she deliberately reduced her strength.

There's definitely something going on here.

Out of the instinct of a professional media person, Suka Natsumi noticed a detail in Takanashi Touka's words just now, unable to help but ask curiously.

"What is the entrustment she said, and the grace of saving a life, referring to?"

"If you're curious, check it yourself."

Ye Xing stood up, smiling.

"As a professional media person, you should still have this ability. After finding out the conclusion, remember to tell me."

…

The next evening, outside a detached house in the suburbs of Kyoto.

"This is…"

Menma looked at the house in front of her, a hint of confusion in her blue eyes.

"Is this Menma's home…"

"It is, but not entirely."

Ye Xing took out his phone and looked at the email sent by Suka Natsumi.

"According to Miss Suka Natsumi's investigation, after you fell into the river and died five years ago, your parents moved out of Kyoto City and came to live in this relatively remote place."

"Dad… Mom…"

Menma seemed to be trying hard to remember something, a look of struggle appearing on her small face.

"I… I can't remember…"

Looking at Menma's appearance, Ye Xing thought that it was indeed so.

From the first time they met, he had noticed that her condition was not quite right.

Although Menma had a silly and cute personality, she shouldn't even forget her name and cause of death, otherwise that wouldn't be silly and cute, but a mental defect.

Although she hadn't forgotten all of her memories from when she was alive, it always felt like she was missing many key parts.

Perhaps bringing Menma here could make her recall some things.

"Want to go in?"

Hearing Ye Xing's words, although Menma's face was tense, she still nodded firmly.

"Yes… I want to see Dad and Mom, and my younger brother…"

"Okay, then let's go in."

After Ye Xing stroked Menma's head, he led her to the entrance of the house, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman with fair skin and features somewhat similar to Menma walked out.

Seeing Ye Xing standing at the door, the middle-aged woman was slightly stunned at first, then frowned slightly.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, are you Honma Meiko's mother, right?"

Hearing the name Honma Meiko from Ye Xing's mouth, the middle-aged woman's face instantly turned ugly.

"You… who are you? How do you know my daughter's name?"

"I am Honma Meiko's friend."

Honma Meiko's mother didn't notice that Ye Xing didn't use the words "when she was alive". She subconsciously thought that the other party and Honma Meiko were childhood playmates or classmates.

From the appearance…

If her daughter were still alive, she should be like the other party, having grown into a high school student.

"I see."

Menma's mother nodded, forcing a smile.

"Please come in."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Under the lead of Menma's mother, Ye Xing led Menma next to him into the house.

On the way to the living room, he looked around.

There were no abnormalities, and there were no residual auras of evil spirits and ghosts.

And Menma was also curiously looking around.

"Please sit down."

Menma's mother poured Ye Xing a cup of tea, and even brought a plate of delicate snacks.

"Thank you."