——No doubt, it wasn’t the rain that made Shirley feel cold.

It is Shirley herself, after seeing the person clearly, felt a strong sense of fear.

Those smiling eyes reflected the hazy headlights in the rain, exposed from the edge of the umbrella, staring at her from a high point.

It keeps emitting "as I expected", as if I have seen through everything long ago.

Dead.

——Asked with this familiar look, Shirley held her breath, and the last thought in her mind became clearer.

That's right.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or a calculation.

The owner of the car is Keshwaser.

Looking at Yu Shirakawa getting out of the car, Shirley almost instinctively turned pale, nervous so that her teeth trembled. Even if she was a child now, she almost forgot about it.

It's getting heavier and heavier in the rain.

Yu Shirakawa approached with an umbrella and squatted down in front of Shirley.

The latter was desperately lowering his head at this time, and his breathing frequency was chaotic.

Facing her like this, Yu Shirakawa smiled very interestingly:

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Look at how you are... I have a conflict with my family on a heavy rainy day and ran away from home?"

He talked very easily, and wanted to reach out and rub the other person's head.

But after seeing clearly that Shirley was like a water man, her head was even wet. She immediately gave up her plan to touch her head and withdrew her hand calmly.

"..." Shirley didn't say anything.

She just thought this guy was deliberately mocking him, just like a cat catching a mouse, and after catching the prey, she had to play with her to satisfy her bad taste.

"Hmm? Why don't you talk?"

"Are you lost after running away from home? Your face looks ugly...why brother would send you home?"

Yu Shirakawa tilted the tip of the umbrella slightly to cover Shirley's head.

At the same time, he reached into his clothes and coat and was fumbled into something.

Noting this scene, Shirley was nervous and sweating in a cold sweat because of anxiety and disgust.

What is he going to do?

Take out weapons such as pistols and knives and deal with yourself?

Or take out your cell phone and gin to call?

Or is it a pill to capture yourself alive?

Countless assumptions and questions surged into my mind, and Shirley thought in a mess.
Chapter completed!