Chapter 6

Naomi opens her eyes surprised and gratified she didn't know how I came to that conclusion, Naomi stopped wanting to escape and listened. We investigated the case due to the little and null information we had

"Wait, I can have other information that is"

Naomi didn't understand and… we continued to find out but we only knew Kira's way of killing, apart from that we didn't know anything else.

After a few hours of investigating we are arrested and Naomi walks past me. I couldn't help but notice her ass, and the strings she had on her. Now that she only had a blanket on her, she marked him even more. Now because now she hasn't changed her clothes she is getting ready to go out. But then she didn't change her clothes. I could see that her gray blanket is sparsely transparent and her ass is visible to the naked eye. Her white skin and her orifice I notice them

"You like?" At that moment I heard a voice and I panicked, but there was no one. I can't recognize the voice but it's a man's voice. There was no one in the room apart from me. I put my hand on my face and closed my eyes. I'm getting tired and it's been a while since I let off steam. Being a high school student in Japan is very stressful, so sometimes I go to a brothel to de-stress. Apparently I need it again right now, she breathed a little.

There's papers all over the room and we've been in there for a couple of hours but we still haven't really found out anything about the killer's identity. These stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Maybe at home... I could get this kind of information" Enter the police files to get information

After a while, Naomi would come out of the kitchen with a plate of food. "Do you want?" I didn't refuse her offer and she sat next to me but she didn't eat if she didn't have a beer.

I ate and scanned the research trying to find…

"You know that my husband was a detective who was aware of a case… He had to find out the whereabouts of some people when Kira's first death was made. They thought that they caught the murderer that way but no…" She took a moment. long sip of beer "That investigation if we could… Now, only the police know and my husband never gave me a clue" I take another beer "For the last few days the only pending of the wedding" Once she drank more beer and of her Tears came out of her eyes "Only… he was focused on his wedding, he didn't care…" Naomi lay on my chest and cried. After a while I leaned against the wall and….

When I woke up again I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head and Naomi was still sleeping on my chest, she was still wrapped in a blanket since yesterday... Wait, why does she have a blanket as an item of clothing

"I thought you would like it" At that moment she sounded the voice again and I got scared I scanned around again but there was no one "Who are you?" "You don't need to talk, I can read my mind" "You can read my mind" I thought "Yes, I can do it" "And what were you talking about-" "Because your friend is dressed in a blanket and seems normal to you. Well ñ As far as I understand, that's what humans like. Obscenity and charging new things hehe" "Can you read my mind?" "Actually, I can't just talk to you telematically" "Why did you do that?" "It's a present for you" "I don't understand" "Uhhh, don't think too much about it, your little princess is going to wake up" The voice stopped speaking, "hey, answer me" Naomi opened her eyes, her head hurts from having taken too much yesterday, although she doesn't regret it at least she felt something other than sadness. She slept on top of light and they both meet her gaze and don't know what to say to each other

"Sorry, she was very taken"

"It's okay, I fell asleep too so... let's get up"

Naomi got up holding her blanket even so... "Doesn't it seem strange to you to walk in a blanket?" I couldn't help but ask her that question, even though that voice of hers said it was because of her work. It wouldn't have seemed weird if I hadn't thought about it.

"This blanket," Naomi grabbed the blanket, "It's not weird, I'm dressed."

Naomi doesn't understand why she thinks her dressing day is weird but, I didn't think much about it. Maybe I'm daydreaming

I didn't talk about what she was doing yesterday but the papers on the table didn't help much.