Zongman: I became the Prime Minister in the world of science

The quiet and deserted streets, occasionally a car passes by, bringing a little life.

The street lamps on both sides of the street emit dim light, bringing limited light to this darkness.

In a corner of the street, on the steps in front of a building, a girl in a white dress is sitting on the steps with her hands around her legs.

She buried her face between her legs, her black hair was messy, giving people a sense of weirdness on the street at 11 o’clock at night.

Especially next to the girl, there was a black cat lying there with its hands in its pockets. The cat’s eyes reflected the light under the light at night, which made it even more creepy. The black cat and the girl in the white dress always remind people of some thrilling ghost stories.

If it was before, Fujiwara Toru would not hesitate and be uneasy.

But after he obtained the ability of”yin and yang eyes”, he became afraid and worried.

Sure enough, the ignorant are fearless. In the past, when I didn’t know anything, I was more brave and fearless.

Walking closer to the girl, Toru Fujiwara noticed that the black cat lying on the ground looked very thin, although its fur was shiny, as if it had not had enough food and had been abused.

However, given the cat’s personality, if it had been abused, it would have run away long ago without a rope tied to it, and it would not have stayed so obediently beside the girl.

“Hello, are you okay? Why don’t you go home so late? Do you want me to find the police for you?”

Fujiwara Toru thought for a moment and asked the other party in the most ordinary way.

‘I hope this girl won’t say something like”I live in a mass grave outside the city” and ask me to take her back. ‘

Fujiwara Toru muttered in his heart.

The girl in a white dress sitting on the steps trembled a little when she heard someone coming and talking to her, as if she was afraid.

She quickly raised her head to look at Fujiwara Toru, and then lowered her head quickly, burying her head between her legs like an ostrich.

And it was that simple and quick movement of raising her head that allowed Fujiwara Toru to see her face clearly.

This was a girl with a delicate appearance, who looked pitiful, weak and delicate, but on her beautiful face, she gave people a gloomy, lonely and weird temperament.

To put it bluntly, it was the kind of person who was easily disliked, wanted to bully, or even disgusted, and it had nothing to do with the other person’s appearance.

Fujiwara Toru raised his eyebrows, and the tension in his heart was completely let go.

Because at that moment, Fujiwara Toru also noticed that the girl’s face was bruised, as if she had been beaten.

Considering that it was 11 o’clock in the evening and the girl was alone, Fujiwara Toru roughly guessed the cause and effect.

This girl must have a problem with her family, and it is very likely that she has encountered domestic violence. Because she was afraid to stay at home, she ran out alone in the middle of the night and did not dare to go home. This is the only reasonable explanation. Judging from the girl’s weak temperament, she does not seem like the kind of spirited little girl who does not go home at night.

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‘It turns out that she is just a girl who has suffered domestic violence. I really scared myself. ‘

Fujiwara Toru laughed at himself.

If you look closely, you will find that this girl is very thin, unreasonably thin, as if she is malnourished.

You can even see skin and bones on her arms exposed at the sleeves of her white dress. In Japan, a developed country, and in Tokyo, you can see an underage girl who seems to be hungry. You can imagine the many reasons behind this.

Fujiwara Toru thought about it. There was a 711 convenience store not far from the corner of the street. He took another look at the girl who seemed to be frightened, left here without saying a word, and walked towards the convenience store.

Noticing Fujiwara Toru’s departure, Kawamaya Kayako breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little lost and regretful in her heart.

She is indeed not liked by others. No one has cared about her since she was a child.

Her parents beat her, and her teachers and classmates alienated her. Even though the teacher knew that she had been subjected to violence at home, he still ignored it and was unwilling to take on the responsibility of being a role model.

Over time, she became more and more gloomy, and in a vicious cycle, no one wanted to communicate with her, let alone approach her.

There was no strange smell on her body, but those classmates always laughed at her, saying that she was a dead fish in a stinky ditch, always emitting a foul smell of decay.

Once, Kawamata Kayako thought that she really had a bad smell, so she took a bath several times a day, hoping to be liked and get everyone’s attention.

But in the end, she found out that the stinky smell that everyone said was just a description, not the real smell. They were describing her disgusting gloomy temperament, like a rotten fish.

Then, Kawamata Kayako gave up, and she lived a lonely life as if she was the only one in Tokyo, which has a population of tens of millions. ,

711 convenience stores, there are not many things on the sales counters at 11 o’clock in the evening, and those rice balls, bento and the like will be sold at a 50% discount at night. Kita

-ku, Tokyo is not in the bustling city center, and the rent here is relatively cheap, so many office workers will rent houses here.

As a result, every time there is a discount, there are a lot of people rushing to buy rice balls, bento boxes, etc.

Fujiwara Toru casually took the rice balls left on the shelf, and picked a bottle of strawberry-flavored milk from the thermal box.

Although he has been working for the CIA, it does not mean that Fujiwara Toru is an absolutely cold-blooded animal.

On the contrary, he thinks he is quite caring, and he is willing to help some people in distress within his ability.

He mistook the girl for a ghost, and the girl looked miserable enough, so buying her some food was a small compensation.

“”It’s 600 yen.”

After paying, he put the rice balls in the microwave to heat them up, and Fujiwara Toru walked out of the convenience store carrying a small plastic bag.

Fortunately, the girl sitting on the steps did not leave.