The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

The trip to the amusement park was very pleasant, and everyone at the dinner party was also very happy, and because they had to go to work the next day, some adult men also restrained their desire to drink, and went home honestly to become social animals.

"It's time to say goodbye, Ayumi." Saku Lewan reluctantly held his little friend's hand, unwilling to let go.

"By the way! Sakule, are you going to elementary school now!"

Ayumi suddenly thought of this and a light bulb lit up above her head.

"Uh-huh!"

really!Oda Saku also said that he has reached the age to go to school.

When I was in Yokohama, because the salary of Odasaku was not enough to support the five children in the family to go to kindergarten, and Odasaku knew the owner of the curry shop well, they were handed over to the boss to take care of them. By the way, the enlightenment study was also arranged by the boss. up.

However, the children are not dissatisfied because of this. For orphans, they are very happy to have hot meals and a shelter that does not leak air!

After arriving in Tokyo, the salary of Odasaku's new job has increased a lot, and the boss Kosuke has also reached the age of elementary school, and the business of the boss's shop is getting better and better, so he doesn't have the energy to teach them, so Odasaku pondered, Children can be sent to school.

One by one, the children went to school, and this year it was finally the turn of the youngest, Sakule.

"Which school is Saki Le in?"

"Ah..." The little girl reflexively looked at the man with reddish-brown hair, but Oda Sakuhan didn't say which school she went to.

"Odasaku Odasaku, which is my school!" Saku Le ran towards Odasaku Yasuke like a chirping little magpie, sneaking a sneak peek at the blond young man not far from Odasaku.

The auburn-haired man who caught the little magpie didn't show any expression, he asked instead: "Which school does Saku Le want to go to?"

"Ayumi! What school are you from?"

Holding hands with her father, the girl with a headband who was about to go home put her hands around her mouth in the shape of a trumpet, "It's Didan Elementary School!"

"Odasaku! I want God Dan Elementary School!" Together with Ayumi!

Emperor Dan?

It seems a bit far from the curry shop, but there seems to be a direct tram...

"Someone wants to see me?"

He Hui, who was licking the dessert after the meal, took the ice cream away, and looked at the silver-haired hound in military uniform, "Did Gin give any important information?"

"No." The information in it shocked Tiaoye, and there was a little bit of weirdness in the smiling mask he maintained, and this abnormal expression quickly made Hehui notice it.

"Did you face twitch?"

Jono: "..."

Jono: "It's a very important thing."

After adjusting his facial expression, the silver-haired hound took off his smile and said seriously.

"That's it." The blond young man gestured to Nigong, indicating that he was going to leave first, "I'll go after eating this ice cream."

What is more important than dessert after dinner?

nonexistent.

......

"Long time no see, Mr. He Hui."

Wearing military and police uniforms, the young man with light blue hair bent slightly.

For Hehui, it was more than ten days, but for Mikhail, it had been a hundred years.

"Woo—" the blond youth couldn't help whistling, "This is indeed an 'important thing'."

But... Misha's hair seems to be grayish?

"There's no need to reminisce about the past, let's get straight to the point, Mr. Hehui."

Mikhail turned around, swung his long cloak, and walked towards the hound's chamber.

"Ah? Oh." The young boy who used to follow behind is now the man walking in front of him.

The only thing that can be classified as a secret by the hound or Sirius is——

"Hey! What is this!"

The squirming pieces of meat are attached to the transparent container, which looks like the set of The Walking Dead instead of Resident Evil.

"It's not miserable."

"...Who?" Another unknown name.

The youth in military uniform lowered his eyes, "He is the main culprit who ravaged the existence of "ghosts" on the Japanese island a hundred years ago. "

He used the word "principal culprit" instead of the previous title of "ghost king".

After such a long time, Mikhail understood a lot.

I thought that the meeting between me and Mr. Hehui was destined. Although we didn't get along for a long time, Mr. Hehui was not only the savior of myself and my younger brother, but also a mentor in life. .

Although Mr. Hehui always joked that "Hehui" was his Japanese surname, Mikhail knew that Katschi (Hehui) was Mr. Hehui's name.

There are many surnames in Japan. Mikhail doesn't know how Mr. Hehui got his surname, or whether the surname "Minetsuin" has anything to do with Mr. Hehui himself...

When Mikhail heard about the Fengjinyuan family from Dajue on Guochang Road, his heart beat two minutes faster.

Half a century later, the Sirius turned into a hound, and Mikhail, whose appearance had not changed, heard a familiar name from Dajue on Guochang Road.

He Hui.

Guochang Road Dajue said that the child's household registration should be recorded under the name of the Fengjinyuan clan to show the golden clan's respect for the Fengjinyuan family.

Trust.

The age of the blond boy in the photo is about the same age as when I met "Mr. Hehui", only about ten years old.

The world structure at this time has long been different from that of the Taisho period.The ghost killing team and the evil spirits have been annihilated in the corridor of time, and the kings and people with supernatural powers are constantly appearing, and they are beginning to control the sovereignty of the world.

At that moment, Mikhail thought a lot about it.

It turns out that this is how "Fengjinyuan" came here...

Raising his eyes again, Mikhail observed the reaction of the blond youth.

He Hui accepted the metaphor of defining Guiwu Tsuji as the main criminal well, and he nodded, "So that's it, it's him."

Although the background of the Taisho era's material is inseparable from Oniwu Tsuji Wuyou, He Huihuan has never seen what Wuyou looks like.

Ah, the memory of the avatar has been thrown into the corner after being retrieved.

"Wu Mi's cells are extremely active, and the progress of modern medicine is inseparable from his 'help'."

"Ah, ha..." He Hui touched the container that looked like glass from the air. Judging from the feel, it was no longer the freezing point of lifelessness and fire.

I don't know when the Japanese government developed a container that can trap Wu Mi, but it is estimated that after humans have analyzed the composition of ultraviolet rays and can simulate ultraviolet rays, Wu Mi will not be able to jump in front of humans.

And the progress of modern medicine...

He Hui thought of the full file records that only the golden king can view, the hound's supernatural transformation surgery, can it be regarded as the transplantation of Wumi's cells?

"Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong." Even though Wu Mi has no thoughts of his own now, his cells are still reproducing instinctively.But because there is no control of the brain, the researchers need to clean the cells in the vessel regularly, otherwise the innocent cells will be flooded.

And the cleaning method is also very simple, just take a UV light.

"My body has also undergone a transformation." Mikhail raised his hand and stroked his hair. The most obvious change was that his originally pale hair had a slight blue tint.

This blue is like the sky of my hometown in my memory. Although it is covered by white all the year round, the blue can be seen through the gaps in the clouds.

"Life is no different from human beings now." Mikhail paused, and then said "no difference".

During the interview with Guochang Lu Dajue, the old King Jinzhi couldn't help but sigh that he was really similar to one of his friends.

Mikhail knew who that man was.

The First King, Weitzman.The property is "invariant", Jane

Simply put - he never gets old.

It is indeed somewhat similar to the immortality of ghosts.

Mikhail, who had recovered his sense of human taste at that time, smelled the tea on the small table in front of him, but did not respond.

Even though they are similar, they are different.

The tip of the tongue in the mouth of the leader of Sirius was against the sharp teeth. The sharp teeth were almost the same as those of ghosts, and they could easily tear open the flesh of human beings.

"Let me tell you, Misha." After the initial surprise, Hehui had no special reaction. He familiarly called Mikhail's pet name, which was an indirect admission that he and the Dazheng "Hehui" "Relationship.

The blond young man ordered Wu Mi, who was not a ghost in the container, "Has he always been like this?"

"Since 20 years ago, Wu Mi's body began to gradually disintegrate, but it can maintain the original body." Mikhail made a "press" action in the air, and used his authority to call out this experiment past recordings of the room.

Soon, the projected images appeared on the white wall, divided into grids according to the year, "Until recent years, Wu Mi began to 'weaken', and now it seems that he has lost his thinking ability."

He Hui groped his chin, picked up his avatar in his mind and trembled, looking for a certain drop of water in the ocean of memory.

"Mr. Hehui, the two unidentified people you captured contained a drug that "made Kudo Shinichi smaller", and the drug was tested and found to contain Sirius—that is, Wu Mi's cells. "

"Besides us, someone else, a certain group, got Wumi's cells."

He Hui, who didn't know much about the ghost king, said, "Uh, Misha, you and the hound, if there are any other remaining ghosts, they all have Wuyou cells, right?"

"These three are different. The cells we transplanted are just pure cells without any ghostly characteristics, which means that Wu Mi no longer has the ability to control these cells."

"Other ghosts...Mr. Hehui, you have also seen that those ghosts are much weaker than Wu Mi's own body. The cells in the ghost's body are also strong and weak. The cells in their bodies are not Wu Mi's own. core cells."

"..." I always feel that I have encountered a ghost, and my many years of biochemistry have to be repeated.

He Hui said with a pain in his head, "So you are sure that the medicine...is Wu Mi's core cells?"

"Yes."

The blond youth hurriedly covered his stomach.

sky!What did he eat just now? ? !

"The cells in it have undergone a lot of processing, almost losing the ability to 'ghost'. According to the components, only 99% of ordinary people will die if they eat it, and they will not become ghosts."

"And me?"

"Mr. Hehui, you don't belong to the category of 99% ordinary people."

He Hui: ...

Long time no see, Misha will tell bad jokes.

"...What about Shinichi?"

Mikhail re-extracted a report, which was the result of Shinichi's blood test, "Kudo Shinichi, there is only a [-]% chance of winning the draw."

"Good luck."

Take him to buy a lottery ticket another day.

The author has something to say: Many times, it is difficult to tell the difference between good luck and bad luck.