Just as the Ghosts were worrying over how to speak human language, someone suddenly walked over from nearby. "I'll buy it."
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The group froze and turned to look, only to discover that it was someone they knew—Mouri Ran. "Mr. Hashimoto? What are you doing here?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Of course, he had followed Jiang Xia here.
...Well, he had not deliberately followed him. It was just that when he had left the Safe House in a hurry yesterday, he had left a lot of things behind.
At the time, Hashimoto Maya had felt as though he were fleeing for his life, so he had not planned to return for the missing things. But now that the immediate threat to his life had temporarily passed, the inconvenience of lacking those things had suddenly become apparent... so he had come back.
Who would have thought that when he arrived at that not-very-safe Safe House and was just about to pack his luggage, he would see Jiang Xia and the others strolling past downstairs through the window?
Hashimoto Maya had darted behind the curtains at once, instinctively wanting to keep his distance.
But then he remembered the fresh assignment Uzo had given him yesterday. Years of obedience as a confidant kicked in, and without even bothering to take his things, he turned and followed them downstairs.
Although he had wavered along the way and briefly considered slacking off, on second thought, Uzo had just told him to get close to Jiang Xia yesterday, and today they had an opportunity to run into each other—what a coincidence. Who could guarantee this was not Uzo's starter gift for him?
Your boss had kindly sent an opportunity right to you, yet you pretended not to see it and turned around to run. At another workplace,