For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Aihara's sister's house is far from here, and it is estimated that she will arrive at noon tomorrow.

Not long after I got in the car, I fell asleep like a dead pig, but Aihara called me up, saying it was the sun, and quickly got up to eat breakfast.

After solving the problem of breakfast, we took the car for a while, and when the sun was getting more and more dazzling, it was time.

Sister Aihara received the news in advance, and had already prepared refreshments and waited.

"Actually, I don't remember very clearly," my sister said with her cheeks supported, a little distressed, "About two years ago, when I went out to take out the trash, I met a drunk man. He was talking on the phone and his mouth was full of things. I know that I am the master of time and space, but the person on the other side of the phone doesn't seem to believe it..."

Halfway through speaking, her eyes suddenly lit up as if awake: "Oh, yes, he stretched out his hand like a magic trick to prove what he said, and a doll immediately appeared in his hand, and then he stayed there. Emphasize that it was taken from another world - ugh, people can't see it through the phone, so what's the use of it even if it's real."

"But I don't understand this. It should be new magic or something," my sister smiled helplessly. "And I'm afraid that his mind is not normal, so I don't dare to read more after throwing away the garbage and running home."

It's hard to do.

A drunk, a doll who can't tell whether it was created by magic or by supernatural power, the time interval is still so long...

Aihara asked: "Sister, have you seen what the other party looks like?"

"Just a little glance," my sister fell into memory again, thinking with her eyes down, "a head taller than me, and a little fatter."

"No?"

"Gone."

Aihara turned his eyes to look at me, I nodded and said, "Thank you, it's very useful, at least there is a specific direction for the investigation."

It's better than being at a loss.

"Why are you asking this?" My sister didn't quite understand. "Is he your friend?"

"It's my 'tour guide,'" I lied. "I have something very important left with him, and I haven't been able to find him for a long time."

My sister is an honest person, and I didn't have any doubts when I said this: "You must be tired from coming all the way. It just so happens that Qianxin hasn't been home for a long time. How about staying for lunch, I'll show you a hand!"

I have never been good at rejecting the invitation of Miss Beautiful, and I agreed in a second.

After dinner, when Aihara went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, I noticed a few bags on the sofa, and asked curiously, "What are those?"

"It's a condolence item that I'm going to send to the orphanage in the afternoon," my elder sister smiled like a flower, stretched out her palms and patted it lightly, "Will Ito come with me, those children are very cute."

I pondered that people's news also said that the meal was done. If I just patted my **** and walked away, I would be very disrespectful, so I nodded immediately.

Sister Aihara often went to the orphanage to deliver things, and the dean and staff knew her.

"It's a waste of money," the dean beckoned, and the staff next to him immediately came forward to take the bag, "Miss Aihara's picks are always very popular with children."

When my sister heard this, she was delighted, and she said with joy on the surface: "It's great, I'm still worried that they won't like it."

While they were chatting, I suddenly heard a very slight discordant sound, so I subconsciously looked aside, and just hit a bunch of eyes hiding behind the door - the door was pushed open a crack at some point, standing behind Wearing a teenager.

After finding out that I was looking at him, the young man was nervous, his hand clinging to the door shook and he made a "squeak" sound, the staff turned his head all at once, and rushed out without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to—"

"Enough, shut up, don't disturb the dean to meet the guests!"

The staff murdered the child away, and when he came back, his face was not very good.

She seemed to want to complain about something, but she kept her mouth shut after seeing the dean's look.

Sister Aihara asked to see those children, which was reasonable and reasonable, and the dean had no reason to refuse, but on the way to see the children, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach.

"Well, I'm sorry," I asked a little embarrassedly, "Where is the toilet?"

The staff was stunned for a moment and pointed out a clear way.

I hurriedly ran in the direction she pointed, and five minutes later, I was reborn.

On the way back, when I passed by the door of the kitchen, I heard footsteps coming from inside. It was very soft, and it sounded a little guilty.

I thought it was a thief who entered the orphanage, and immediately opened the door to prepare to bring in the stolen goods, but unexpectedly the other party turned out to be a teenager who had just eavesdropped behind the door.

"I-me-me-me-me-" He was shocked, holding a bowl of tea to make rice in his hand, "I was just hungry and saw there was leftover rice in the kitchen so I-"

The young man's reaction was so extreme that he didn't seem to see a person, but saw a million tons of TNT that was about to explode.

I felt that no matter what he said, he would blow up even more, so I went back to the corridor and went back to my sister Aihara, pretending that nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, this young man ran up directly, grabbed my hand and slapped his face and apologized: "I know I'm wrong, don't tell anyone else!"

"...I'm not going to tell anyone," instead I was stunned by his fright, "I just came out to have a shit."

...Maybe this reason that was too fresh and not contrived shocked the young man's heart, I saw him silently withdraw his hand, stared at the hard-won tea and rice for a long time, and then covered his mouth: "...I was very hungry, Now I suddenly feel like I can't eat anything."

"Ah sorry, I didn't mean to say shi when you were eating..."

"Ahhhh, don't say it anymore, please don't say it anymore!!"

"…"

After the boy calmed down, we finally had a good chat.

His name is Nakajima Atsushi, and he has lived in an orphanage since he was a child, but he doesn't know why the dean always treats him very badly. The whole Cinderella's reincarnation stepmother.

Dun often eats the last meal but not the next, and spends every day being scolded and cast aside. Being forced to take the blame for the wrongdoers and then face the beatings has become commonplace. He is so hungry that he can't say anything. , can only sneak into the kitchen to find food, which is worse than miserable, and worse than misery.

"So you've never received a gift from Sister Aihara?" I guessed.

The teenager looked at me with wide eyes, with the words "gift? What is the gift" all over his face.

I sighed and patted his head.

Maybe it's because I've been with Saki and the others for a long time, and a beautiful girl like me, who is in her prime, has the mentality of an old mother, and I can't watch children younger than me suffer.

"Aten," I said, meeting his amber eyes, "if you really can't stay any longer, come and find me at the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama."

Atsushi Nakajima puzzled: "...Eh?"

"Hey, don't worry, I'm not a human trafficker," I stood up and faced the corridor, "Just remember what I said, in a hurry, go first."

Dun was still holding the bowl of tea and rice in his hand, and nodded his head at me indifferently.

The gifts were delivered, and the news became clear, and it didn’t take long for Aihara and I to embark on a journey home.

As soon as I entered the house, before I could sit down, the phone rang. I put down my bag and turned on the phone, saying "hello".

"I signed you up for a cram school."

The caller, Jiro Tanaka.

These words were like a thunderstorm that smashed me into scum.

"I don't believe it!!" This voice shouted out, which startled the children in the room, "What illiterate - I don't think I'm illiterate - learning what to do with practice is the last word! I studied physics at the beginning. Don't you realize that this world is not under Newton's control at all when you turn your head!"

I scratched my ears anxiously: "Jiangbao's cram school is not sweet, why is it so heartless when you and I meet!"

[A loving mother has many failed children, I can't watch you become a dropout child]

"What's wrong with dropping out of school, how many great people in history failed to study and later became famous in history!" I was so angry that I broke the jar and smashed it, "I don't agree, Emperor Tiangao is far from being ordered by the foreign military - hehe erudite Well, I even know this - no, it's not the point, don't praise me, I'm serious, I will never go to this cram school unless I die!"

You said one sentence and one sentence to the end, Jiro resorted to his mother's ultimate move: "Wow... Ito is disobedient QAQ."

I:"…"

No, don't be soft-hearted!

"Xiao Yiteng is my mother's proudest child, and she is my mother's biggest support when she is old and fading... You don't want a mother now, right? My mother is so sad, and my mother is so disappointed TAT."

I feel like my heart has been pierced by countless arrows that say "unfilial daughter", "cruel", "unconscionable", "happy" and "noheart".

"Don't do this," I was completely defeated, "I'll go, can't I go..."

"Say earlier."

"...You're turning your face too fast!"

"Don't pay attention to these details," Jiro's voice was still a little sad, "Relax, this cram school is not English, but mathematics. After all, it can exercise your Luo Ji thinking ability, which is better than no class at all. ."

And this math teacher is the same age as me. He used to be a middle school teacher, and he was hooked up by Jiro soon after he left the front line. That is to say, this cram school is still the 1V1 model of the advanced special invitation deluxe version.

I feel like my logic has been hit hard: "He's been a math teacher for a while since I was the same age as me?!"

"If you are serious with this world, you will lose," Jiro read it very openly. "Who didn't tell a story when he was young."

Too.

I asked the last question listlessly: "What's his name?"

"Very serious, called Kunikida Dobubu."

Kunikida alone?

I couldn't stop thinking.

Why isn't it called Kunikida Ballet Walk?