King of 25 Cubs

"Eh? The orphanage where you stayed before?"

When Dazai heard me talking about this, he blinked his eyes curiously: "I really want to see where Yugo lived."

He sat at the dining table and measured his height with his hands: "Eight-year-old Yugo, is she about this tall?"

"Well... a few centimeters shorter than this one, I grew up later."

"Wow, it's just over my knee!" Dazai was still gesticulating with his hands, and after a while he muttered, "It's so small."

"...Not so short! Haven't you seen me when I was eight years old!?"

I decided to ignore his connotation that I was short, and continued: "It's okay to follow me, but you won't see traces of my life when you go. I didn't stay in the orphanage for long, and then there was an explosion , and was later taken away by my master.”

"Youguo's master is the president of the detective agency." Dazai said thoughtfully, "He will be my leader in the future."

"You haven't joined the detective agency yet."

I scratched my fingers and said solemnly: "It is not possible to join the detective agency with ordinary connections. Even if there is a recommendation from a reliable person, in addition to the interview and written test, the newcomer needs to pass a special assessment to become a real member of the agency."

"Don't underestimate this assessment—" I pointed to myself: "I just failed the 'assessment' back then, and finally went to the Secret Service Division."

"What was Yuguo's assessment topic back then?"

"It's not a serious assessment." I thought for a while and said, "At that time, Master had nothing to teach me. He acted according to my usual behavior and had a little bit of heart to let me go out to practice. He I feel that the Secret Service Division is the most suitable place for me to show my talents. It’s just that we didn’t communicate well, and I thought Master didn’t want me anymore, and I have been bitter about it for many years.”

"Actually, Mr. Ranpo is right, if you want candy, you have to say it."

I picked up the water glass and took a sip of the coke with goji berries, and muttered in a low voice, "If I had expressed strong opposition to going to the Secret Service back then and insisted on staying in the detective agency, Master would definitely not have sent me out. But I always I feel that I am dependent on others, and I am too embarrassed to ask too much, so I just..."

"Some people will leave all the sugar to you even if you don't tell them, by the way—"

Dazai pointed to the cup in my hand: "Yuguo, you took the wrong cup, it's mine."

"Hey, is it yours?"

I put the cup back in front of Dazai, and took my own cup back: "Sorry, when did you come to my side?"

Dazai picked up the cup and examined it carefully, then whispered to himself, "Is this considered an indirect kiss?"

"indirect?"

I calmly stretched out my hand to pull his tie, and leaned over to kiss him.

"I'm just sitting here, do I still need indirection?"

Dazai's eyes lit up: "That is to say, you can kiss at will—"

I sat a little further away and cleared my throat: "Let's continue talking about the topic just now."

"Eh? Well then..."

Dazai curled his lips in frustration, and asked, "If I want to join a detective agency, what should I pay attention to?"

Across the fried sesame balls and fried fish on the dining table, I rested my chin on both hands, and looked up and down Dazai with critical eyes.

Unkempt black hair - points deducted;

Rough attire - points deducted;

Frivolous attitude and lazy habits - minus points;

Frequently throwing away work and playing missing - points will be deducted;

Blank past that has been artificially erased - points deducted;

……

Osamu Dazai is a person who is excellent but dangerous, and who is useless is also very typical.

I sighed.

Dazai subconsciously sat up straight, tilted his head, and blinked his eyes suspiciously.

"Anyway, the Chief Farmer will greet Master, and Master will not refuse him casually."

I spread my hands: "Just do your best to show off your clever little head. I think you may become the only member of the detective agency who enters the detective agency by relying on your extraordinary IQ instead of your soul."

"Hey~ I'm also considered a family member. You Guoguo can't open a back door for me and let me get rid of nepotism~"

"If you have a nepotism, you can step into the door of a detective agency."

I sat upright with a serious look on my face.

Due to everyone's unanimous concealment behavior, Kunikida still treats me as an old man in his 60s.

In line with the traditional virtues of respecting the elders, he will not criticize my behavior of being an old cow eating tender grass, but will only drive Dazai out as a little boy who specializes in defrauding rich old women of their money... No, driving out is too gentle, it should be beaten Just go out.

Dazai looked puzzled: "???"

·

The plan is not as fast as the change. The next morning I got the location information of Putao, and Dazai helped me arrest him.

In the end Natasha and I rented a car and headed back to town together.

"You haven't been back for nine years."

Seeing me lying by the car window and looking around, Natasha, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said, "The town has changed a lot. If you come back by yourself, you will definitely not be able to find your way."

"It does feel a little strange. There are more buildings and people than before, and these houses look quite new."

I pointed to the row upon row of buildings and the dazzling array of billboards outside the window: "Is this a commercial street? Now there are commercial streets?"

"Yes, the tourism industry has developed well in recent years."

After that, Natasha turned her head and glanced at me slightly, with a bit of reproach in her tone: "You really have no conscience, you haven't come back to see it once in so many years."

I touched my nose and said with a sneer: "I'm a little busy, I haven't been able to make time."

It is impossible to come back. I also used my ability to jump back to the age of eight not long ago, and made up for this part of the experience that was missing after the fusion of the world. Only then did I know what happened here a few years ago.

In order to prevent Natasha from continuing to mention this matter, I changed the topic: "I feel that you are in a good mood today."

The previous two times when I met Natasha, I always felt that she was tense and tired, but now I see her relaxed a lot.

Natasha froze for a moment, then curled the corners of her lips: "Isn't it because we are going to 'home' soon?"

The car drove over the newly built bridge, and I saw people wrapped in nightgowns queuing up for a winter swim by the river.

"Just looking at this group of people makes me feel cold."

i shivered

The car parked in front of an unfamiliar building, and I speculated about the location and distance. It should be the original site of the Maria Orphanage.

"How about it? It's not bad." Natasha closed the car door and walked to me: "When the house was newly built and renovated, the dean didn't drink for several months in order to keep an eye on the construction period, which was not good for him. Easy. But now he drinks much less than before, at least he is sober every day."

"Where did you live before the house was built?"

"I lived next door for more than half a year. It is said that the original owner of the next door was a doctor from the poor hospital. Later, he was killed by robbers who broke into the house, and the house was taken away by the government."

Hearing the sound of the car's engine, the children who were playing games in the yard gathered around at once.

I keenly noticed that Natasha's shoulders tensed for a moment, and then relaxed again.

"Sister Natasha, you haven't come back to see us for a long time!"

"Who is this new sister?"

"Stupid, the next one should be called sister!"

"But does she look older than us?"

……

You can tell the kids are well-raised, but they're making my head hurt.

"This is Sister Maria, who lived here before, you play here first, the sisters are going to find the dean."

Natasha patiently distributed the snacks to the children and took me to Dean Karama's office.

Today's Maria Welfare Institute has higher floors than before. Dean Karama lives in the attic, but before we found him, he came out to greet us.

The moment he saw Natasha, Dean Karama was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed, stepped forward quickly, and hugged Natasha passionately.

"I just heard the engine and wondered if it was you."

He patted Natasha on the back comfortingly: "It's okay, just come back, everything will be fine."

It seems that Dean Karama knows what happened to Natasha.

I thought to myself, I can work on this.

Dean Karama let go of Natasha, and his eyes fell on me, with a puzzled expression on his face: "You look familiar..."

I bent my eyes and twisted a lock of hair with my fingers: "Guess who I am?"

About five seconds later, Dean Karama tapped his palm: "Ah, I remembered! It's Maria, right?! You are the only silver-haired child in the orphanage."

He gave me a warm, vodka-scented hug, and patted my head with his thick palm: "I've become a big girl, more beautiful than before."

Dean Karama seemed to have something to say to Natasha, so I asked to see the children at the right time. After playing a game of eagle and chicken in the hall with the new friends, I heard a switch from upstairs. The sound of the door.

Natasha is out?

It should have come out, but no one came down for a long time.

I let the children go to play by themselves, and then went upstairs to find Natasha, but saw her standing at the top of the stairs, keeping looking into the hall, with a dazed expression, a bit of nostalgia in her eyes, I don’t know what she was thinking .

"Natasha, what's wrong?"

She suddenly came back to her senses, and smiled at me: "It's okay, I'll make lunch later, and you go shopping with me? I just happened to take you to the newly opened commercial street."

I stared at her for a few seconds, she didn't look away guilty, but looked back at me very calmly.

So I also smiled: "Okay, then please."

·

A little snow fell from the sky, fell on the hair and eyelashes, and quickly melted away.

We didn't drive when we went out. We walked about 500 meters along the orphanage, and we saw a Naryshkin-style building facing east and west.

It was the only Orthodox church in the town.

Against the background of snow, the huge golden cross and the red brick green roof look more majestic and sacred.

"When I first came here, this church was here."

Looking at the round and full dome of the church, I recalled: "When my mother brought me here, she didn't go to the orphanage first, but went to the church."

"Go to church before throwing you away, probably because of guilt and guilt."

Natasha's tone was light.

"Maybe a little, but there are other reasons too."

I smiled in a nonchalant tone and said, "I'm probably a devil in her eyes. Since I'm a devil, of course I have to be taken away by the gods."

"No child is born a devil."

Natasha's tone suddenly became extremely serious, and she paused every word: "Maria, you are also a good boy. Although everyone in the orphanage has been abandoned by their families, they are all good children."

I blinked: "Uh...thanks?"

In fact, I think there is nothing wrong with being a devil, being an angel is too tiring, but seeing that Natasha seemed a little excited, I didn't say anything else.

"Want to go in and see?"

Natasha pointed to the church.

"Let's go."

The interior layout of the church is similar to what I remember, the dome is tall, the arched windows are narrow, a few rays of light and the chandelier candle light and dark alternate, and the solemn golden icon stands between the darkness and the light.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I just wandered around in it at will, but Natasha prayed to the icon seriously.

"Lord, you made me, have mercy on me;

My sins are so numerous, forgive me my faults;

I believe that you will return to judge the living and the dead, and then all will stand according to their categories, but where will I be put?

Please accept my unworthy prayers, and save me from sudden death, and please grant me repentance before the end..."

[The eighth song of "Confession Sutra". 】

The system suddenly spoke.

I don't know why, but I have a bad intuition.

I have always believed that any slight negligence will lead to very different consequences, so on the way back after shopping for vegetables, I tentatively asked Natasha: "I haven't asked you before, how have you been doing these years?"

Natasha smiled, and there seemed to be nothing unusual: "It's pretty good."

She is lying!

I secretly became vigilant.

Back at the orphanage, Maria pushed me out of the kitchen, who wanted to help cook, and asked me to catch up with Dean Karama.

After exchanging pleasantries with the dean, I side-swiped and said, "Dean, Natasha hasn't had a good life these past few years. Recently, I've been thinking about how to make her happy."

Dean Karama looked at me unexpectedly: "She told you all?"

Hey, there is a door!

I pursed my lips and said in a low voice: "She said a little bit, but I don't know more about it. I feel that the way she looked at those children just now is a bit... sad."

"Not long after the child died, her reaction is actually normal."

Dean Karama sighed: "Since her daughter passed away, Natasha hasn't been to an orphanage, and she even quit her job in a poor hospital. She said she was afraid of hearing the voices of children. In fact, this time she can I'm still very happy when I come back, which means she has gradually come out, doesn't it?"

Natasha had kids?

I continued to ask calmly: "I know about the child, but what about the child's father?"

"The child's father passed away long ago, and the child is a posthumous child."

Dean Karama looked regretful: "I didn't agree with her being with that man at first, after all...he is a patient under Natasha's care."

"Patient?" I frowned: "From the perspective of medical ethics, it is not recommended that medical staff and patients have feelings that go beyond the doctor-patient relationship, especially... love."

It is the professional ethics of medical staff not to have emotional entanglements with patients, because personal relationships will affect judgment and interfere with medical staff's decision-making.

"That's what I thought at the time. If that man can recover from his illness, I won't object to it at all if they fall in love again after he is discharged from the hospital, but what he suffers from is...terminally ill."

Dean Karama paused, and said in a deep voice: "Natasha knew that he was running out of time, so she married him without hesitation and had a child, but the man died before the child was born."

This is really sad.

I was silent for a moment and asked, "And then?"

"The marriage happened two years ago. After her husband passed away, Natasha quickly cheered up and decided to raise their daughter well."

Speaking of the child, Dean Karama shook his head and sighed: "The little girl is usually healthy, but who would have known that she would have diarrhea and septic shock in May this year, and she was sent to the hospital without being rescued."

"Both adults and children died in the hospital. Natasha could think of them as soon as she stepped into the hospital, so she gave up her previous dream."

I opened my mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Natasha was abandoned by her family when she was a child, and soon after getting along with her lover as an adult, she was separated forever. She thought her daughter would be a miss, but she didn't expect that the God she believed in took her daughter away.

Fate never seemed to treat her favorably.

"You all live in Moscow, take her out to relax when you have time."

Dean Karama said with a little feeling.

I nodded slightly: "I will."

After lunch, Natasha said she would give me something back. She took me to the renovated library and pulled out a few cards: "This is what you asked me to help keep."

"It feels like there are more books than before."

I glanced at the tall bookshelf, and took the yellowed cards: "Hey, isn't this the greeting card I received when I was a volunteer in the poor hospital?"

Natasha pulled out a book from the bookshelf in a casual manner: "Yes, there is another book that you asked me to keep for Feodova back then. I'm thinking about where to put it... Ah, here it is!"

She walked over with the book in her hand, and the cover of the book looked familiar.

Suddenly my phone rang and the caller ID read "osamu".

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."

I said to Natasha, turned my back and slid away to answer.

"Yuko, where are you?"

Dazai on the other side of the phone sounded out of breath.

"I'm in the orphanage, what's wrong?"

Dazai said solemnly, "John Stembell has been captured."

I was confused: "Who is this person?"

The other side was silent for a moment, then said helplessly, "Grape."

"Oh... what happened to him?"

"We only found out during the interrogation that he brought a very dangerous item to Moscow. You'd better stay away from all places where you can see books."

"Book?"

"Yes, that dangerous item is Ben—"

There was a gust of wind behind him.

I turned around suddenly, and an opened book was slammed into my pocket!

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感谢在2020-09-1015:10:02~2020-09-1122:32:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Pheasant Sifazi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!