The message was shown as unread, so Berial was a gentleman and didn't touch her phone. But the lock screen screen showed a summary of its contents, no wonder he knew it was a reply from last night.
Ye Miao sat on the edge of the bed and skimmed through the message. Yesterday's party broke up at ten o'clock at night, and after it was over, her Japanese classmate and girlfriend Fujiwara went to a bar near the school with a large group of friends, and at the end of the morning, the couple had been drinking a little, and together they took a ride with their friends from the same venue, and sent Fujiwara back to her place first, and watched her go upstairs before the Japanese boy went home. Because he was a little drunk, he didn't notice Ye Miao's message and replied only when he woke up the next morning.
Ye Miao was relieved and relieved, and her mood was cleared: "Great, my classmate said that Fujiwara has returned home safely."
Since Fujiwara is fine, the horrible ghostly face that I saw on my cell phone last night was just a coincidence, right?
Berial nodded: "Isn't that a good thing, now you can rest easy."
Ye Miao "hmm", eyes shining brightly at him.
Berial did not see her plea for help as nonsense or grandstanding, but accepted and reassured her when she was at her most helpless. And when it turned out that it could have been a false alarm, he didn't feel tricked and still thought on her side. Trusting her more than her loved ones ......
How can there be such a good person in the world? At first, she also did not bother to contact him because she had too many scruples. Luckily, she didn't miss the chance to get to know him.
In order to repay Berial's breakfast, Ye Miao offered to have her take charge of cooking today's lunch.
Although she is not a five-star chef, Berial grew up in the M country, which is famous for its dark cuisine. Ye Miao believes that with her cooking skills, which have been praised by other M neighbors, conquering Berial's stomach is just a small case!
However, when she went downstairs and opened the fridge, her plans were in vain - she hadn't been to the supermarket for a few days and was a bit short of ingredients, with only three frozen chicken wings and dumplings left, which were too shabby for entertaining people.
If you go to the supermarket now, it's not a bad idea, but dinner time will definitely be delayed. Berial may not be able to wait, so she will have to go out to a restaurant to eat.
Berial leaned over the counter with his frothy coffee, and after hearing her proposal, he tilted his head: "But I'd rather eat what you're cooking. Besides, I'm not as hunger-resistant as you think."
These words have already made the attitude clear, Ye Miao was dumbfounded, nodded and said, "Then fine, I'll go to the supermarket now."
"What's the hurry?" Berial stopped her, finished the last sip of coffee and licked off the snow-white milk bubbles at the corner of his lips before he slowly said, "It just so happens that I also have something I want to buy, so let's go together."
On the way, in order not to lose the face of the old ancestors, Ye Miao was racking her brain to consider what dishes would be more appropriate to make. If you ask Berial's opinion, he will only laugh and say "I'm not picky, anything is fine", asking is the same as asking in vain.
That said, it seems she has never once seen Berial cooking in his apartment. All he stored in the communal fridge were ready-to-eat foods like fruit, milk and coffee that he didn't have to process himself. It was strange, did he used to eat out at restaurants before coming home?
The dishes from M restaurants are all made to local tastes and are surprisingly high in sugar, fat and calories. It's strange that Berial's figure is still so well maintained.
The original plan was just to buy ingredients, but after arriving at the supermarket, the plan couldn't catch up with the change.
The Halloween holiday was not over yet, and the supermarket was very crowded with people.
Berial didn't wear the fancy costume of the Halloween party again today, but his looks and temperament were too eye-catching, and several snow-white crystal studs on his ear bones glittered under the incandescent lights. Many customers were frozen, forgetting that they were still picking out something.
In the crowded crowd, Ye Miao was so concerned about talking to him that she was almost hit by someone else's shopping basket. berial simply pulled her between himself and the shopping cart: "You can just stand here."
He had long arms and legs, and left enough space between his chest and the handle of the shopping cart's crossbar, which could indeed still accommodate a person to stand. Being circled by him is not going to be bumped into. However, this posture is simply the same as holding her from behind, and will inevitably rub against each other when walking around.
Ye Miao: "......"
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the shame. Obviously, those children are not so parents circled ah ......
Berial lazily tapped the handle of the cart with his fingertips and urged, "Why are you still dawdling, look, the road is blocked by us, keep moving forward."
His attitude was so natural that it seemed like it was just a trivial thing for them to stick together and go to the supermarket. Ye Miao did not dare to really cause a traffic jam, so she had to follow his pace honestly with a red face.
The most bad-hearted thing is that he seemed to see that she wanted to escape, so he didn't let go of the cart's hand the whole time, and whenever he had to pick goods from the shelves, he directed her to take them down and put them into the shopping cart. After shopping around, Ye Miao couldn't even slip out and finally gave up and shifted her attention to the shelves.
Soon, the shopping cart was stuffed full of things that had far exceeded a meal's worth of portions, at least enough to keep her eating for a week without repeating herself.
I guess Berial thought it was rare for a guy to accompany her out shopping, so she bought more at once. However, the refrigerator in the apartment is not hers alone, so if you buy more, you won't be able to stuff it. Ye Miao pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Berial, no need to buy so much, I can't finish it."
"Too much?" Berial glanced at the shopping cart and regretted, "Okay, then let's have these for now."
The corners of Ye Miao's mouth twitched.
In that moment, she wanted to ask him if he had some misunderstanding about her food consumption ......
After shopping in the fresh food section, Ye Miao also followed Berial to the household goods section, only to learn that what he wanted to buy this trip turned out to be shower gel and shampoo.
She had noticed before, when she was close to Berial, she could smell a faint scent of rosemary on his body.
Foreigners have well-developed sweat glands and like to use perfume to cover up body odor. But when she asked Berial, he said he rarely used perfume. Now look, it should be the effect of using the same brand of shower gel for years and years.
Ye Miao turned its bottle curiously: "I don't think I've seen this trademark before."
Berial explained, "This is a niche brand in M, not every supermarket sells it."
"No wonder."
Ye Miao liked the taste for no reason, and could even say that it was a bit addictive, and took this opportunity to put one more bottle into the shopping cart, intending to follow him with this brand in the future.
In the past, I bought things in a hurry. But a simple trip to the supermarket with Berial brought out so much fun. When I returned to my apartment, it was almost twelve o'clock. Ye Miao hurriedly changed into an apron and brought the dishes to the kitchen.
Berial said he would wait for her to entertain him, but he didn't really sit on the couch with his legs crossed and let go of his hands, but rolled up his sleeves to help clean the ingredients.
All the roommates in the building had been to Halloween, so they were able to take over the kitchen. It felt as if they were the only two people living here.
They woke up in the same room on their day off, ate breakfast together, laughed, went to the supermarket together, carried their stuff home, and then shared the work of cooking. In the future, they will use exactly the same shower gel, and the fragrance of their bodies will also tend to be the same ...... is not the same as the young couple living together?
Ye Miao was made a little shy by his own imagination, coughed lightly, red ears, lowered his head muffled stirring seasoning.
The kitchen space is not very large, the two people are standing shoulder to shoulder, if you have a heart, it is easy to see her black hair under the exposed a cut of pink ear meat ......Berial mood is very good humming, dry hands.
There is nothing for him to do next, Ye Miao told him to go to the dining table and so on. Who knew that before walking out of the kitchen, he suddenly lowered his head and touched his lips on her cheek. A fleeting kiss, but there was a slight "tsk".
Being suddenly attacked, Ye Miao's heart almost stopped, and she almost jumped up: "What are you doing?
"A thank you gift for you." Berial said, leaving her in the kitchen with her head still smoldering, and went to sit down at the table with a smile.
In the end, they had lunch at 1:00 p.m. Berial was very impressed with her cooking and, between words, mentioned that he had never been to China.
Ye Miao silently remembered.
Although she will only stay in M for a year, she has decided that after she returns to China, she will keep in touch with Berial and find an opportunity to invite him to visit China. She can be a tour guide and take him to all the famous sights, and she can also take him to taste various cuisines, just think of the beauty.
The Halloween holiday was a total of three days with the weekend. After that, they spent another day and night with each other in the same apartment, and watched movies together. It was a very memorable weekend. It was not until noon on the third day that Kevin, Kristin, Shin Min-hang and others returned to the apartment.
The first day after the holiday was Monday. When she returned to class, Ye Miao not surprisingly found that many students were not in shape and were all drowsy.
It is estimated that after the Halloween all-night party and the reversal of the day and night, the work and rest has not yet been adjusted.
It is said that sleepiness can be transmitted through yawning, so in order to avoid falling asleep themselves, Ye Miao picked a more airy and breathable position near the back door and sat down.
After the bell rang, a late figure hurried in through the back door and sat down in the same row as her.
The teacher of this class is very conscious of the punctuality of the students, and fortunately did not notice that Suzumura was late.
However, after sitting down for several minutes, the professor on the stage began to lecture, but Suzumura seemed not to have gotten into the mood, still holding his head up and talking on the phone in a low voice one after another.
He was talking fast and scratching his hair with a slight sense of anxiety. The slightly accented English was interspersed with large sections of Japanese, gibberish, Ye Miao couldn't understand what he was saying, but she noticed that the teacher had looked in this direction frequently.
When Suzumura hung up this call, Ye Miao hurriedly tapped on the desktop and reminded him in a low voice, "The teacher is looking at you."
Suzumura whispered an "excuse me", turned the phone over and covered the desktop, but still had little energy, sullenly ambled down.
In a flash, Ye Miao was surprised to find that his eyes were red, his lips were covered with a greenish moustache, and his whole body was disheveled and haggard.
She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Suzumura, are you not feeling well?"
"I'm fine ......" Suzumura's shoulders twitched and he raised his head, whispering, "But it's Fujiwara who's in trouble."
Ye Miao was stunned: "Fujiwara? What happened to her?"
Suzumura took a deep breath: "She disappeared."
"The day before yesterday, in the early hours of the morning, after the party, I personally sent her home, and that was the last time I saw her. At noon that day, we were still messaging each other after we woke up from our nap, and I couldn't contact her since the evening. I thought she was busy, so I didn't care, but I lost contact with her until yesterday afternoon, when I called her cell phone and it was turned off. Fujiwara usually doesn't turn off her phone even when she's sleeping, and she hadn't tried not answering my calls for so long. I think something is fishy, so I went straight to her. But there was no one at her home. Ask all the friends you know, also said they have not seen her."
Ye Miao hit the nail on the head: "Then did you call the police?"
"Already reported last night. Now the embassy and the police are looking for her, retrieved the surveillance near her residence, she went out alone the night after the party, then ...... out of the intersection, the surveillance was broken, did not capture where she went."
M cities are not like China, public places will be littered with surveillance cameras, which makes it impossible to restore the trajectory of a person's activities through the constantly connected surveillance.
Suzumura covered his head: "Fujiwara is very simple in character, she couldn't have suddenly disappeared without an explanation. The police suspect her of suicide, but no one knows her better than I do, and that's absolutely impossible ...... I'm worried something will happen to her."
Ye Miao's eyelids vaguely jumped.
There can be many reasons for a foreign student to go missing, such as secret travel, suicide, absconding, getting lost, a*******n, k********g, accidental injury coma and so on. Several of these, if rescued in time, is safe to return, does not mean there must be a life threatening.
But if combined with the thing she saw in the video, Fujiwara disappeared at this juncture, perhaps it will really be fatal ......
Ye Miao did not dare to speculate, so she prayed for Fujiwara's safe return.
Soon the class also knew the news of Fujiwara's disappearance, everyone on the social networking software actively to help forward the search notice, but also organized a volunteer team, in and out of school to distribute leaflets, but the results are nothing.
Two weeks passed, and Fujiwara disappeared like a drop of water in the ocean, without a trace. In mid-November, they were interrupted by a janitor who came to class, followed by two serious-looking police officers who called Suzumura away.
That night, while Ye Miao was making coffee in the kitchen and several of her roommates were chatting in the living room, the TV station broadcasted an urgent news item.
In the factory district of St. Montanka, someone had found the half-cooked, blood-red body of a woman. The deceased had been brutally decapitated below the waist, her legs were missing, her internal organs had been gutted, and one of her breast|rooms had been cut off. The body was identified by family and friends as a girl of Japanese descent, Q.
This is the second homicide victim to appear in the last month.
The death of KIKI, a Chinese-American girl from a month ago, was very similar, but much more brutal and horrific.