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33, traces(2/2)

The next morning.

The biological clock awakens on time. Nagataro Mizuno wakes up.

If the basement cannot be shined in the sun. If the lights are not lighted, it will be like being in endless darkness all day long.

Mizuno Nagataro's eyes are not very good when he is old, and he always has a flashlight next to his pillow to make it easier for him to get up.

He turned on the flashlight and first observed the location of Shizumi.

There was only a curtain between the tatami where they were sleeping. Mizuno Nagataro noticed that Izumi's quilt was kicked to his feet. He was worried that he would catch a cold, so he opened the curtain and walked over to cover him again.

But when he approached, he found that the spring where he was sleeping with his back to him was not only the quilt, but also the corner of his clothes was rubbing open, revealing a small piece of slender waist. What was shocking was that there were actually two on it.

A purple palm print.

Nagataro Mizuno was startled at first, glanced at him, and found several ambiguous red marks on the small clavicle he exposed.

His face suddenly sank.

This situation forced him to think more.

He thought that when Quan went out in the morning, he was wearing the same dress he bought when he was discounted in the mall. But after he came back, he wore a beautiful white floral dress.

The previous statement from Zhongyuan Zhong also said that Quan was injured and had a lot of blood on his skirt, so he bought him a new skirt.

There was nothing wrong at that time, but now it seems that there is something strange inside.

And that card that was used as a thank you gift...

Mizuno Nagataro stared at the two slap marks on Izumi waist with an inexplicable expression.

Could it be... the man gave them a card because he bullied Quan and didn't want to be responsible, so he just used the money to pay for it?!

The wound on the hands and feet of the lunar calendar... could it be caused by that bastard when he resisted?!

The traces on the neck...didn't it mean that there are some perverts now, and I like to play with this kind of thing?!

Mizuno Nagataro's mind was very enlightened for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more his heart fell.

His watery cabbage was actually ruined by wild boars from nowhere!

Soon after, Quan Mi woke up in a daze, his ears were covered with the sound of metal scratching.

He rubbed his eyes and got up from the quilt, looked at Mizuno Nagataro with a serious expression in confusion, and asked, "Grandpa, why are you doing sharpening your knife?"
Chapter completed!
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