novelraw Chapter 4 First Arrival
Chapter 4 First Arrival
It was a month later when the funeral rites were completed and all related matters were settled.
A month later, the unlicensed car returned to the village.
There was only one driver in the black car, who was ordered to pick him up and take him to the Mori family home in Tokyo.
The countryside wasn't far from Tokyo, nor was it difficult to travel. Tokyo was a big city, but he had no reason to feel sentimental about the so-called "metropolis." His former hometown was a far more civilized wonder than this, and besides, he had come to Tokyo on a mission in his previous life.
Although it happened in a parallel universe, Tokyo after the time travel didn't actually change much.
He had conducted research over the past month and found that this parallel world differed from his previous life in many details. For example, some singers, writers, politicians, and others had disappeared or never existed at all, and some unfamiliar faces he did not recognize had appeared to fill the gaps.
Some books, songs, and works that were once popular around the world have also disappeared.
Of course, there are many other people, things, and perceptions that are the same, and this part accounts for the majority.
The car moved silently into a quiet corner. After getting out of the car, Song Xinyuan looked at the Sen family's mansion in front of him and remained silent for a moment, waiting for the driver who brought him to get out and open the door for him.
The driver said, "Young master, please get out of the car. I am the family's butler. I will now take you to the living room, after which someone will help you bathe and change clothes, and show you the next steps. Of course, if you have any other questions, you are welcome to ask me."
However, I still believe that those ladies will help you resolve your life's troubles. After all, they were personally appointed by the lady, and can be said to represent her will.
He emphasized the word "madam" in his pronunciation.
The driver had a graying beard and dressed like a gentleman, wearing a simple, understated brown-black tie tied in a half-Windsor knot, and a handful of inconspicuous white handkerchiefs in his handkerchief pocket.
He was impeccably dressed, unlike a typical driver or butler; he was a trained professional.
It is said that youth has the upper hand in boxing. If an ordinary young man dared to provoke this guy, he would probably be knocked down in a few breaths.
Song Xinyuan nodded and said, "Okay."
Japanese gardens feature real flowers and artificial hills inside and out, with flowing water, giving them a sense of history and refinement.
Song Xinyuan observed his surroundings, subtly and quickly surveying the security personnel to determine the number of men in suits. He then shook his head self-deprecatingly, realizing that his professional habits were truly ingrained in his bones.
I walked for two minutes and came to the gate, where a servant greeted me.
Yes, she's a maid, but unfortunately she's a bit too old.
Just as Song Xinyuan was feeling regretful, he noticed several young girls behind the old maid. They were dressed in black and white maid uniforms, with upright postures, calm expressions, and unwavering gazes, seemingly oblivious to the newcomer, the "young master."
As soon as he stepped through the door, several pairs of eyes cast their subtle, almost imperceptible, glances at him, their scrutiny filled with harshness.
The show of force was exactly what was expected... Song Xinyuan ignored their scrutiny, casually took off his shoes and stepped on them.
The elderly maid bent down to put away his shoes, then stood up to look at him. Her eyes seemed devoid of emotion, as if she were expressing a hint of disappointment in a heartless way.
She didn't say anything, but gestured for him to come this way, saying, "Young Master, this way please."
The first step in PUA is to make someone feel out of place in their environment, which in turn creates the illusion that every action they take is wrong.
She deliberately slowed her pace, trying to make the young master behind her feel tormented.
Song Xinyuan didn't rush her and cooperated with the act.
Halfway there, someone blocked their way. It was another maid, with a good figure and a slender face, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She bowed slightly and said, "Ms. Shimizu, I will now lead the young master to wash up."
The elderly maid, referred to as Ms. Shimizu, glanced at the other woman with a detached expression and coldly said, "Do you think I'm incapable of doing this job?"
The other person paused for a moment, then quickly lowered their head: "It wasn't me, it was..."
"Who is it?" Shimizu pressed aggressively.
"No, it's nothing." The other person lowered their head even further and turned to Song Xinyuan, saying, "Young Master, your room has been prepared."
After saying this, the young maid took her leave.
Song Xinyuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Who is this? It seems she's not under your jurisdiction."
"The servant who grew up with the Second Miss is usually pampered, and over time, he has inevitably developed some spoiled habits," Shimizu said. "However, he is still quite sensible. Please forgive him if he offended you just now."
The second young lady, Mori Shizue's younger sister, Mori Kiyoha, is his second childhood friend.
That's why I hate wealthy families. Even within a group of servants, there are factions... Song Xinyuan thought to himself, but smiled and said, "She tidied my room, how could I feel offended? By the way, whose side are you on?"
Shimizu gave him a deep look and said, "Only one person can make the decisions in this family."
The implication is that she belongs to the side of the person who has the final say.
"Is this Ms. Zhu Li?" Song Xinyuan said.
"Ahem." Shimizu coughed as a warning, and said solemnly, "The rules of this family have been passed down from our ancestors. They must be strictly followed without the slightest mistake in order to be considered a member of this family."
"Is that so?" Song Xinyuan nodded and didn't probe any further.
Now he understands the meaning of what Shizue Mori said to him a month ago, "You will never be free again." Akari Mori is indeed not an ordinary woman; she is the head of the household and has a very strong desire for control.
"I'm going to explain some basic rules to you now."
"My wife loves reading, and every Wednesday evening she holds a book club at home, which everyone is required to attend."
"The lady likes to keep a diary and requires her children to develop the same habit."
"Madam has a habit of taking a midday nap, and no one should be moving around in the house during that time."
"lady......"
While leading the way, Shimizu was rambling on and on. After a short while, he suddenly stopped, ceased chanting, and said, "We've arrived at your room."
She stopped and faced Kirihara Akira, bowed, and said, "There is a private bathroom in the room. You will be washing up there from now on. There is only one man in the house, so it may be inconvenient. Therefore, please do not go to the bathhouse."
"Okay." He didn't object.
Song Xinyuan entered the room, which was simply decorated and very clean, with meticulous attention to detail.
The luggage that Kirihara Akatsuki had packed beforehand was also placed here, and some ornaments and other items were arranged according to how Kirihara Akatsuki remembered them.
There was a kimono neatly arranged on the bed. He picked it up and compared it to his own; it fit him perfectly.
A brand-new set of textbooks was stacked on the desk, and next to it lay a student ID card face down, with a dove pattern tattooed on it and the words "Toshiki High School" written above it. This was one of the most famous high schools in the parallel world of Japan, and Mori Akari had already helped him with the transfer procedures.
Next to the student ID was a notebook. After a moment's thought, Song Xinyuan realized that this was probably Sen Zhuli's way of cultivating his habit of writing a diary.
"Nonsense." Song Xinyuan rolled his eyes. Someone doing secret work like him, developing a diary-keeping habit? Did he want to die even faster?
Despite cursing in his heart, he still opened the notebook to the first page, picked up the pen beside it, and at least did something to sign his name.
He instinctively wanted to write Song Xinyuan's name, but after a moment's hesitation, he sighed and wrote down another person's name instead.
Song Xinyuan is not a person of this world.
Let's start today from now on, and let Song Xinyuan be Wuyuan Xiao, living as a person who fits the identity of this world.
He is Kirihara Akira.
After writing his name, he unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to take a nice, relaxing shower.
But Kirihara Akira's movements suddenly stopped.
A feeling arose in his heart that was completely unfounded and without any reason. Perhaps it was the caution of a secret agent at work, or an old habit that was hard to break. He placed his hand under the desk and slowly rubbed along the edge with his index finger.
Kirihara Akira couldn't touch anything, but he didn't give up and explored deeper down with his palm.
Click.
His palm touched something about the size of a thumb, and after just a couple of gentle touches, he knew what it was.
A miniature listening device.
Kirihara Akira pulled her hand back and yawned widely as if she hadn't noticed anything.
As he took off his clothes, he wandered around the room, using this action to observe the room more carefully.
Five listening devices and two pinhole cameras were found in the lampshade, cabinet gaps, and at the foot and legs of the bed.
Even the most controlling person wouldn't go to such lengths, would they?
"Kihara Akatsuki," she thought, "my life has been so full of twists and turns."
Kirihara Akira didn't stop, stripping herself completely naked.
Then, as if he hadn't noticed anything, he walked into the bathroom and began to enjoy a relaxing bath.
Regardless of who's behind the camera, whether it's a man or a woman, why would a grown man be afraid of being watched? If you like watching, then watch more. If Mori Juri had someone place this thing, that would be even more interesting.