Human tiger means that the tiger's needle does not poke

Even though he was lying on the hospital bed, the majesty between the old man's brows still remained undiminished.He stared at his grandson, looked at the face of Yuzu Yujin that didn't look like a lie, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Yu Ren, did something happen?"

The usually angry old man would always call him a fool, but now Yu Zhang Youren was stunned when he was called by his own old man.The envelope in the pocket of the yellow hoodie was clenched unconsciously.

Yes, what the old man said is not wrong at all, he has something to do.

Yesterday evening, the postman sent him, no, maybe to be precise, he sent an urgent letter to Mr. Knotweed Wazuke.It's just what he paid for.

It is said that people's intuition is sometimes too reliable to be too scary, and Knotabagi Yuhito himself has always believed in it.The urgently delivered envelope arrived without any warning, and the moment he received the letter, Katsuobu Yuhito felt that something was not particularly right.

In the long shadows of grass and trees at dusk, occasionally chirping birds and envelopes that are too hot to touch.

Mailing letters is rare in this age of electronic devices.What's more, Knotabagi Yuhito couldn't think of anyone who had close contact with the old man.The old man has a bad temper. Although he can't be liked by everyone, he definitely can't be hated by anyone.

Dutiful, ordinary, not to mention that the body can no longer hold on, so he has no choice but to be admitted to the hospital.

In the simple but neat hut, Katsuobu Yuhito held the letter with a beautiful appearance but terrifying content with a bit of a headache.The evening wind blew in through the open window, and a chill penetrated from the letter paper to the young man's fingertips.

The blown envelope was spotless and even had a cute detective icon painted on it.However, the torn letter paper was the exact opposite, and Yuzu Yuhito looked at the golden writing on the black letter paper word by word: "Mr. We will send people there soon. Considering the safety of your grandson and yourself, please prepare accordingly. Join the Armed Detective Agency."

Definitely a threatening letter, right?Using such implicit language to threaten personal safety?Never heard of the group Armed Detective Agency?Why do you want to find grandpa?Does he have a grudge against these 'militants'?Such a dark letter paper is a threat, right?

By the time he finished reading the few lines of the letter, Ugin was already sinking.Some dark rooms are even more gloomy because the lights are not turned on. Knotaba Yuhito, who didn't care to close the windows, quickly got up and ran towards his bedroom.

After hastily turning it on, it took a while for the old desktop computer to turn on.In the dimly lit room, the curtains were not drawn and the lights were not turned on. The young man sitting in front of the screen kept typing.

Finally, after tapping the keyboard and clicking the mouse several times to no avail, his face became even more ugly.

No, nothing, he searched countless times.After changing countless search engines, the browser did not retrieve any words of "armed detective".

Strange groups that do not exist, threatening remarks, well-founded home conditions, and visits from time to time.It was obviously summer, but when Yu Zhang Youren thought about it, he was startled into a cold sweat, and a deeper fear emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"It's probably a joke..."

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, Knotaba Yuhito felt that the food was very unpalatable, not as delicious as usual, so he packed up early and rolled into the blanket.

Before falling asleep, Knotabagi Yujin desperately comforted himself that this might be just a prank, maybe it was really a joke made by an old urchin that grandpa knew.But in the end, that night he tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep.Near dawn, I closed my eyes for a while, and also had a nightmare. I was frightened at all.

In the dream, red, black and white are intertwined into a chaotic one.

His grandfather, his only family member, if something unexpected happened... halfway through thinking about it, he shook his head. Although he couldn't tell what it felt like, he believed that he didn't want to see that kind of thing happen.

It rained in the early morning, and Knotaba Yuhito put the letter in his pocket and ran over in a hurry. He wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible to confirm the safety of the old man.At least he will feel at ease when he stays with the old man.

In the early morning air-conditioning at the corner of the street, a touch of silver appeared under the hazy rain.

The young man curled up under the eaves of the shop to avoid the rain stared blankly at the food store not far away, his frail appearance made Yuzu Yujin pass by a little distressed.By coincidence, he threw the hot croquettes he just bought into the arms of the young man.

A very polite person, this is what Yuzu Yuhito thought after he replied.However, he felt that it was a pity that the sky was a little unclear, and he didn't know the appearance of that young man.Not to mention, who is he, where did he come from, and where is he going.

If we meet, we may become very good friends.He couldn't help thinking.

"Grandpa, take a look at this."

Kojou Yuhito hesitated for a few seconds before handing the crumpled envelope in his pocket to Kojoba Wasuke.The old man responded softly, and quickly took the letter from his hand.

The skin on the hands is a little slack due to aging, and the infestation of the disease also makes the Japanese knotweed tremble slightly when moving.After taking out the uncomfortable black letter paper, the old man read it carefully.

Time passed too slowly, and Yuzuhiro's chest was so congested that he wanted to urge him, but he didn't know what to say.Finally, there was movement from the old man: he simply threw the letter and envelope into the trash can next to the hospital bed.

The old man's eyebrows were full of impatience again, and he said like a bomb: "Are you an idiot?! This is obviously a silly prank! And I don't know any armed detective agency at all! I haven't even heard of it I guess you're the only one who takes this seriously..."

The scolding is still going on, and the knotty knotted Yuhito who is a little bit unresponsive:? ? ?That's it? ? ?

But no matter what, it was a relief for him.The big boy who smiled again rubbed the tip of his nose and left the ward after a few minutes of noise, ready to go to school.

Because there are many activities to be prepared in the morning, the corridor outside the old man's ward has already become lively.Yuzu Yujin borrowed it from the doctor and nurse in a good mood, and then brushed past a white figure.

"Hello, may I ask which ward Mr. Knotweed Wasuke lives in?"

The nurse at the front desk, who was busy with the internal calls and ringing the bell, raised her face and met a delicate face with mud stains.

The author has something to say:

Osamu Dazai: Oh, it seems that the urgent envelope I delivered has arrived~ (turning head and smiling) Atsushi-kun, I have already greeted you~ Kenji Miyazawa: Mr. Dazai brought the scary paper for Halloween last year I took it with the pen (whispered)

Quan Jinghua: Yes, yes (nodding)

Atsushi Nakajima: ...I suddenly had a bad feeling