Yokohama old father writes book daily

When the number of orphans adopted by Oda Sakunosuke surged to more than ten, the second floor of the western restaurant finally let out a groan of overwhelm.

Under the embarrassing gaze of the owner of the western restaurant, moving has become imperative.

But where to move?Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Maybe he was really going a long way. The two-story longhouse next to the western restaurant suddenly became vacant, and there was no other place more suitable for his new home.

At that time, it was an important period for the children to get in touch with each other. The big move operation undoubtedly catalyzed this process. For this reason, Oda Sakunosuke asked for leave from the detective agency and devoted himself to handling this matter.

Anyone who has moved knows how tiring it is, especially when there are a bunch of children at home, the difficulty of moving increases exponentially.

Drawing paper all over the floor, long and short crayons, toys with missing arms and legs, cracked flutes, baseballs covered in grease, hidden and forgotten cakes that moldy in the corner...

Everything needs to be reconfirmed with each child, because if something is lost, even if it is just a half-finished painting, it will lead to headaches and crying.

For a moment he suspected that he was going to die of overwork because of the move, and he felt ashamed in retrospect.

But he believes that if he has to face the situation of moving again in the future, he will definitely be able to do better.

It was also during this period that he learned about the "delivery".

When he repeatedly discussed a problem with the decoration company on the phone, the word "delivery" came into his mouth.It was just a very common word, but he noticed that Leslie was so frightened that he snapped a mandolin string.

The mandolin is Lesley's most cherished musical instrument, and it must be more afraid of things that make this child forget about cherishing his beloved things.

He hung up the phone and held Leslie in his arms: "I'm here. Lesley, I'm here."

The boy who had always been strong burst into tears all of a sudden.

Although he didn't ask seriously, he vaguely understood what happened to Leslie.

The number on the neck, shipment, ghost, death.

After connecting these words, it is easy to string together the frightening truth.

Human children have become the livestock of ghosts.

Oda Sakunosuke was finally pressed in his heart about this matter, he had nothing to confide in, so he almost suffered internal injuries.

In fact, this is a very novel experience, because he has never felt that there is anything wrong with not having someone to confide in before, and he has no idea of ​​​​confiding.He is convinced that his life is not worth mentioning, just like most boring men in the world, it is really worthless to talk about it.

Many people misunderstand his dullness, thinking that he is always keeping a secret.Actually not, he just simply felt that he was a very boring person.

Now he has something more to talk about in his mind, but he can't talk about it.It turns out that raising children really adds to the troubles.

And he would never refuse such troubles.

When the number of children is about to reach twenty, he has already confirmed that there are no ghosts in this world.

But if there are no ghosts, where does his children's common fear of ghosts come from?Just the ghost stories passed down from mouth to mouth from ancient times to the present can't scare my own bold little kid.

He began to make various assumptions.

For example, could it be caused by some kind of supernatural power?

But further investigations in this direction still yielded nothing.

Instead, the newly adopted children gave him a big surprise, that is, the magical swordsmanship that is so exquisite that it can produce special effects of tides.

If only one child can wield special effects with a sword, he probably has to think about whether it is a supernatural ability.But several children know it, so it can't be a mass-produced ability, right?

In the end, he was forced to be helpless, and began to wonder if there might be another world.

Such sci-fi thinking is not easy for him at all, because he is very bad at imagining things he has never seen or experienced.

But after forcing this way of thinking, he found that everything made sense.

He gradually developed the crazy idea of ​​wanting to investigate in another world.

Maybe people really can't soak in happiness and tranquility for too long, otherwise they will gradually lose the awe they should have for the unknown and become a reckless man who is not afraid of anything.

Anyway he went undercover for this crazy idea.

First of all, of course, it is necessary to maximize the secrecy. He does not want to involve anyone, including the children and the detective agency. He will hide everything, and he will not act rashly when he travels during the day, and only sneaks out at night.

He performed a cross-dressing, wearing tights that didn't match his style at all, wearing a black wig and headgear, and a mask under the mask, and adding insoles to his shoes to adjust his height. Although he was determined not to make any noise, he still equipped Got a voice changer just in case.

There is a famous saying: Wherever you go, you will leave traces.

He felt that if another world really existed, and there was some kind of connection between the two sides, there were three places that would be the most likely to hold relevant clues.One is the black market, the other is the Supernatural Secret Service, and the third is the rapidly expanding Hong Kong black market.

He set his first stop on the black market.

The black market at night was very lively, gathering all kinds of weird people who hid their heads and masks. He wandered around in it and got ready to go home and sleep without getting any information.

On the way back, I saw a group of gangsters chasing a young man.

The young man was weak in body, but he was very alert in his actions. He used the environment to easily get rid of the pursuit under the circumstances of the huge difference in force between the two sides.

When Oda Sakunosuke was about to look away and go home by another way, he saw the young man fell to the ground.

Out of curiosity came out of nowhere.He walked over step by step, leaned over to check, and found that the other party hadn't fallen into a coma, but was very weak.

The young man has a pair of purple-red eyes, with dark circles under his eyes that can be seen from poor rest. His black hair is soft and thin, and he wears a white felt hat on his head, as if he is a foreigner.

"Can you understand Japanese?" The voice changer made Oda Sakunosuke's voice feel cold.

"Yes." The young man responded softly, and raised his eyes to look at him. The bright purple in his eyes seemed to be glowing, showing no vigilance, the emotion that a person in distress should have.

This is a keen and intelligent person who is good at hiding his own thoughts, and he can handle problems well by himself without the extra concern of others.

After thinking about it, he still left the medicines he carried with him to the young man, even though he knew it was unnecessary: ​​"They are all wound medicines, if you get hurt somewhere, you can try to use them."

The young man raised his hand, but instead of taking the medicine, he tried to grab his arm.

This is a signal for help-seekers to pray for help, and physical contact means comfort and trust.If a positive response is given at this time, it will definitely make young people feel a lot easier.

But he withdrew his hand, took a step back cautiously, and kept a safe distance from the young man.

The young man showed some hurt expressions, he probably didn't expect the kind-hearted people to be so wary of him.

But such a show of weakness could not touch him at all.

"Thank you, can you tell me your name?"

He kept silent.

"Then can you tell me what you do?"

He replied: "Home." After speaking, he planned to lift his feet and leave.

The young man showed a look of surprise, and then he looked a little funny: "Please wait a moment, kind Mr. Jia. Let me send you a piece of information as my thanks to you, about the [book] hidden in Yokohama..."

The young man talked about a magical [book] in a few words. It didn't sound like intelligence, but more like a story that was made up.

"If we can meet again in the future, I hope to exchange names with you." Finally, the young man put forward such a beautiful vision.

And he didn't respond to anything, all he wanted was to go home early and get some sleep.

When Oda Sakunosuke adopted his No. 20 children, he met Natsume Seishi who led him on the road of writing in a second-hand bookstore.

Natsume Seishi still looked hale and hearty in his memory, wearing a round-brimmed hat on his head, and joked to him: "You still like to do things like lifting rocks to shoot yourself in the foot."

"No way, this is already a fateful obsession." He responded without any struggle.

"Ah, it seems that you don't plan to change it. Then, you have made up your mind to become a great family?"

He felt a little uncomfortable with the praise in Natsume Seishi's words, because he felt that even if he succeeded in writing the book, he couldn't add the prefix "great".

But it was a surprise to be able to get support from Natsume Seishi. He felt warm in his heart all of a sudden, with a kind of erratic joy.

"Go ahead and do what you want to do."

Without saying a word, he was sent home by Natsume Seishi.

He stayed at home and thought about it, still hoping to get advice from others, so it was rare for him to remember that he was a person with a mobile phone, so he called Ranbu: "If there is something in my life that I can't figure out matter, should I pursue it?"

"Give me two big boxes of snacks tomorrow." Ranbu asked unceremoniously.

"make a deal."

"The answer is of course you have to investigate! You are a member of the detective agency, so don't forget your detective duties."

Indeed, it should be investigated carefully.

It is understandable that no matter how many investigations on how to go to another world, there is no gain.But it would be disrespectful to be in the dark about things about yourself.

He gathered all the writing works he had written intermittently over the years, put them into an iron basin, took out a lighter to burn them, and then flushed the ashes into the toilet, washed the iron basin, and eliminated all traces.

He didn't want to seal his pen, but he was convinced that everything he had been writing was useless, and there was no need to keep it in the future.

He finally recalled that as early as three years ago, he had picked up an empty notebook, and that was his first attempt to describe a story on paper.

Then the notebook disappeared.Along with the notebook, there is also a very important memory of how I lost the notebook.

Since then, he has vaguely felt that something is wrong with him, but he has been unable to grasp that feeling.For a long time, he organized his thoughts by writing late at night, but with little success.

At this moment, like an epiphany, he suddenly understood everything.

He never actually lost it, he just forgot and ignored it.There was a force in the dark that made him not to care, and blocked his consciousness with a thin paper.

Now he poked a hole in that page.

He saw that he had been torn apart because of clicking a dot on an empty notebook.

I also remembered the most important thing...

"The [book] is here with me."