Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Hill looked curiously at the child in front of him—white hair on the left half, black hair on the right half, a pair of black pupils with yellow rings and stars printed on them respectively, his eyes were slightly empty and he didn’t know what he was staring at, for the people around him There was no response either. In short, he was a child whose appearance and existence were not very realistic.

Although I have milky white hair, it is unscientific that the tip of my hair gradually transitions to warm pink...

A little probing, and it's easy to see that behind the child's morbid exterior lies a cowardly and fearful soul...feeling like a small animal that will startle and run away at the first sign of trouble.A fluffy and extremely timid sand dune cat involuntarily appeared in Hill's mind, which was... kind of cute.

In his arms, he tightly held a puppet doll with a slightly scary appearance. Hill, who was afraid of ghosts, was actually a little apprehensive about its appearance, but seeing that the child loved this doll so much, she couldn't help but treat herself to Dazai Meow. Love is also substituted, and there is no discomfort at all.

"What's this child's name?" Hill's gentle gaze fell on the child, well, much younger than himself.

... Does that mean that I will be the big sister in the future?

"Let me take a look." Mori Owai flipped through the case file in his hand, "Yumeno Hisaku—it's a boy."

Osamu Dazai stared at Yumeno Hisaku in front of him without any scruples for a while, and then calmly withdrew his gaze and said, "It is said that this child is a supernatural being?"

"That's right. I was originally staying in the hospital of an acquaintance. It seems that the children who approached him were seriously injured for unknown reasons. It must be some very dangerous superpower."

"So it's up to Dazai-kun to find out what his supernatural power is, and control him before that—this is your current task."

"Ah, I see." Osamu Dazai said indifferently as if he was dismissing something.

After listening to Mori Ogai's words, Hill couldn't help but be puzzled: an acquaintance's hospital?In other words, what disease might this child have?But since Lin Taro brought him out so easily, it means that there is no obstacle from his relatives... Was he abandoned?

There was no sympathy or pity in the eyes she looked at Yumeno Hisaku, only a thick and light curiosity like cotton candy.

"Rintaro." Hill tugged at Mori Ogai's red scarf, "Can I play with this kid?"

"Well...this..."

He showed a very headache expression. After all, he still doesn't know the specific ability of this child. Judging from the case of the hospital, it is probably the most dangerous psychiatric system among people with supernatural abilities.

Sparkling eye attack.

If Hill-chan just contacts him like this...

Expect another super cute eye attack.

Maybe the super gentle and super kawaii Hill-chan can help Dazai-kun explore the child's supernatural abilities...

Longing and trusting eye attack.

...Since the nullified Dazai-kun is there, I should be able to rest assured.

【Mori Ogai GameOver】

"Well……"

Before he could finish his words of compromise, he was interrupted by a voice that was so tender and cute that he could pinch water.

"Na-na! Let's play together! Miss sister!" The child seemed to have suddenly "lived" a doll, but his eyes were still unreal, but his tone of voice and movements became unexpectedly lively.

Hill looked at this little guy who kept jumping lightly on the spot in amazement, feeling as if some kind of program had been activated...

"Okay~" She replied with a smile, and bent down to meet his strange and cute big eyes, "So what does Kusaku want to play?"

He nibbled on his fingertips, holding his doll helplessly, not knowing what he was thinking, it was obviously his own request but he seemed to be stumped by Hill.

"Xiao Kusaku likes to play with dolls? Or does he like to draw? Or read story books with his sister? Play games?"

Seeing that he has been hesitating, Hill suggested gently.

"Super cute! Hill-chan!" Mori Ogai took out the handkerchief he carried with him at some point, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes emotionally, with a look of relief that his daughter has grown up, "She is already a mature big sister Woolen cloth."

"Yes, yes, little Hill has grown up."

Even Osamu Dazai has the same expression—does he have to follow along with emotion and put on a show.

Hill: ...Rin Taro's addiction to drama has come up again, and Dazai also learned Yan Yi's aria from you recently, right?

"Big sister, come and play hide-and-seek with me!" His dull eyes finally glowed with light, "No one can find Jiu Zuo if he hides!"

Even my mother can't find him~

"Okay~"

Hill didn't say 'ah, so you like hide-and-seek', probably because of his insignificant loss...

In Mori Ogai's meticulously prepared room for Hill, all kinds of high-end furniture and decorations were sent in with joy and flow, and the arrangement was as comfortable and perfect as possible. He loved Hill as a little princess. .

Hill was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for scarves suitable for blindfolds and toys suitable for children.

After watching Hill's room layout with interest for a while, Osamu Dazai took out a book from the bookshelf and leaned on the sofa to read it.

Only this little guy, Yumeno Hisaku, was still running around in a novelty. Looking around and looking at it, his behavior was completely in line with the curiosity that a child of this age should have.

On the bay window hung with fluffy and light chiffon gauze, there are some green plants, including a few pots of cactus, and under the bright red flowers that are about to bloom, there are thin or thick sharp needles.

Yumeno Kusaku stared at them curiously for a while, then clamped the doll under his armpit, and without hesitation firmly grasped his immature little hand, tiny drops of blood spilled from his fingers in an instant, staining the green cactus. gradually mottled.

"?" Hill smelled blood, skipped the indifferent Dazai Osamu, and hurried to his side, "Xiao Kusaku?"

"Look, sister!" He happily handed his little bloody hand to her, and then pointed to the cactus, "It can't hurt me."

Hill paused, did not refute his contradictory words, and did not immediately use the archangel to heal his hands, but said in a very appreciative tone: "Xiao Kusaku is really amazing! What a little man !"

She patted his head as a reward, and then asked with some doubts: "Then why did Xiao Kusaku hold his hands on the cactus so bravely?"

Yumeno Kusaku's blood-stained little hands were slightly gathered together, and some fine thorns in the wound were held together into the flesh and blood.

"Because of my mother, she said..." he murmured thinly, his eyes gradually became hollow, and he should be rummaging through his memories, "Ramie... will never be able to hurt me again, if you grab it bravely, you will will become soft..."

"Catch" bravely, and everyone will not hurt me again...

Dad is like this...

The same goes for the kids in the hospital...

From his broken words, Hill pieced together a small fragment of the relationship between mother and child—probably Kusaku was stung because he lightly touched the leaves of ramie, and complained wrongedly, and it was his mother who wanted to appease what he said.

It's true that ramie is fine if you grab it along the way, but the thorns of the cactus are very tenacious, and it will only hurt you if you hit it head-on.It's just that the child's longing for his mother, sincerity and stubbornness made him always regard the words left by his mother as the truth, and put them into his future life.

"So that's how it is." Hill smiled, what a lovely idea.

"But be careful not to let yourself bleed on purpose~"

"Why don't you bleed? Is that a bad thing?" Only by bleeding can you protect yourself. This is the law he gradually explored in the hospital.

"Bleeding is not a bad thing. If it is to protect something—such as protecting yourself, protecting someone or something you care about, then the wound will become like a compass, which is very admirable. But meaningless I don't want to bleed, because Xiao Kusaku is very cute, so I don't want to see you in pain and fear."

"Pain...?" He didn't feel the pain, because he was used to it long ago, right?

Hill carefully picked out the thorn in Yumeno Kusaku's hands as if nothing had happened, and healed him with the Archangel, which caused him to sigh excitedly... But it was not about the healing of him, but about the time when the Archangel appeared. With the light spots floating all over the room, the little guy was jumping happily, shouting "Fireflies, Fireflies" in his mouth.

"Because there is a little Kusaku who keeps burying himself, and keeps begging: 'Don't hurt me anymore, don't hurt me anymore'-this is not only saying to others, but also to you." Hill patiently explained to Yumeno Hisashi, with one hand gently pressing on his chest.

Osamu Dazai's attention has long been on the book in front of him, and an unknown light flashed across his eyes, thinking secretly: So it is a child who has been psychologically traumatized, so the ability is probably related to triggering the self-protection mechanism... control system?Or curse?

After hearing Hill's words, Yumeno Hisaku blinked his big eyes blankly, and the stars in his pupils twinkled in the night, "I won't hurt myself."

On the contrary, he is "protecting" himself well~

Hill smiled softly. Sure enough, he was still too young, and his understanding of himself was only at the level of a chick just hatched.

But she believes that one day he will become a strong and brave man, and bring the truth to the dry desert where Xiao Jiuzuo is hiding.

...! ! !

Hill opened her eyes in fear, and hugged Dazai Niao who was sitting on the bed into her arms in fear. She looked around with lingering fear. She didn't know if it was due to psychological reasons. It made her feel chilly at this moment.

It's all because Dazai insisted on telling her a ghost story he made up when he got excited, but it made him have a nightmare.

Hill put the quilt over his head, curled up in the bed with the doll in his arms, tossed and turned several times, not only did he not feel sleepy at all, but he always felt that there were countless eyes in the dark room pondering himself dignifiedly and sluggishly.

That feeling is always as creepy and disgusting as a wriggling caterpillar.

In the end, Hill couldn't take it anymore and violently lifted the quilt, hugged Dazai, kicked the fluffy slippers and opened the door.

But she didn't know that the space behind her twisted for a moment, and then everything returned to normal.

The place where she lived was a small apartment with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Opening the double sliding doors outside, the warm lights in the corridor dispelled a little uneasiness. She looked behind her and shivered, and did not choose to go back.

When he came to the door of the chief's room, Mori Ogai's living room was inside. Hill hesitated for a moment, but decided to open the door.

It's not that she doesn't want to find Dazai Chuya and the others, it's just that she doesn't know their specific room numbers, so she should ask them tomorrow, and harass Rintaro based on the principle of proximity.

The members of the Hong Kong gangsters guarding nearby were silent, as if they hadn't seen it, and even the air had a sense of presence than them.