Curse of the Eye of the Dead

I am in poor health, unable to run around, and born unable to speak, so I can only send emails in a hurry asking me to pick up the children home, sorry, because I saw the email a little later, so the departure was a bit late... that , children Fu Heihui and Fu Heijin Miki, is that you? "

The gentle and humble-looking Mr. Editor bent over and looked at the two siblings who were standing there in a daze beside the nurse.

"Your father is Kitazawa Uo, right?"

Fukurohui and Tsumiki's hand tightened in an instant.

The two children, whose eyes suddenly turned red, pursed their lips together and nodded very vigorously.

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"Mr. Kitazawa...I mean dad, is he a writer?"

Mr. Editor walked home with the two children.

Of course, Mr. Editor, who didn't know his way, just followed the child and acted as a temporary guardian.

Lu Tu, Tsumiji asked cautiously, and got a very enthusiastic answer from Editor Hiramatsu.

"That's right! Teacher Kakuo...ah, that's your father's pen name, and that's the most popular super newcomer in the literary world recently. Teacher's every work is super good!"

"Jiaowei?" Hui blinked: "It's from the two articles of "Hui Tan"..."

"Oh! Have you read it too? But the teacher's best story is in "Evening Tide", but the novels of "Evening Tide" are not suitable for your age... But "Hui Tan" is also very good, and the teacher's fairy tales are in Great reviews for all ages!"

When editor Ping Song talked about his respected teacher, his tone became a little excited. It was not until he changed the subject that he regained his original humility and gentleness.Editor Pingsong suddenly remembered something, he looked down at the two children, and added briskly:

"Speaking of which, when I communicated with the teacher before, I heard him say that he wrote the fairy tales to prepare bedtime stories for his children... Is that you? It's really great that you can see it!"

Megumi and Tsumiji froze for a moment, but fell silent.

They themselves know very well... no.

Mr. Air, no, Megumi and Tsumiki hadn’t been fed when Mr. Kitazawa’s article was published.

So, he was writing for another kid.

That is, the daughter that Uno occasionally mentions in the notes.

so good.

The two little children of Fuhei's family couldn't help feeling envious.

It's very pure envy.

They also receive occasional notes from the husband's daughter.

Cute fonts, very enthusiastic words and graffiti, the little girl who doesn't know what she looks like will even give each of them a thousand paper cranes folded out of the kindergarten.

Obviously they diverted so much attention from the other party's father, but they still received such a friendly attitude.

Since that daughter can go to kindergarten, it means she is also a human being, right?

In other words... isn't Mr. Curse Spirit's biological child?

It must be a very good child to be adopted by that gentleman, right?

Hui and Tsumiji thought at the same time, then walked towards the empty house with lowered eyelashes and a somewhat lonely expression.

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And the other side.

The Kitazawa family.

Mr. Mana Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked at his phone silently, and Editor Pinsong sent a photo.

[Editor Hiramatsu: Teacher Kakuo, you have successfully picked up the children, please rest assured! ]

[Jiaowei: Thank you, thank you for your hard work, I will pay all travel expenses and rewards. ]

[Editor Ping Song: No, no, no! !I managed to help the teacher... Please don't do this!My mood will drop instantly! ]

Uno couldn't quite understand the editor Hiramatsu's thoughts. When he sent an email to ask for help from the editor before dawn, he was still quite nervous, but he didn't expect to be accepted immediately.

He originally thought that if he was rejected, he would squat near the door of the emergency center, wait for them to come out, and then send them home silently.

[Editor Hiramatsu: By the way, teacher, Megumi and Miki Ozu want to talk to you, so I lent them my phone! ]

[Editor Hiramatsu: I'm Hui, please don't apologize, you've done your best. ]

[Editor Hiramatsu: I'm Tsumiki, Huiyu told me the matter, I'm really sorry, I didn't have any other thoughts when I said that, it was really just pure doubts, about another matter... ...As Kei said, it has nothing to do with it, right?You are the adult who has always taken care of us, as long as you have this is enough. ]

[Editor Hiramatsu: I’m Tsumiki, thank you for asking Editor Hiramatsu to pick us up, we’ve arrived home, please don’t worry!Also, if you can...please come to our house someday!Please don't worry about me anymore, I don't care, and I won't be scared. Moreover, Hui said that he can help me pass the message, and I look forward to meeting you officially. ]

Hiramatsu and Hiro also took photos of the two children and sent them to Uo.

Uno looked at the photo on the phone, the girl with a bright smile was holding her brother's hand, standing at home, showing no haze.

He was silent for a long time.

Afterwards, he turned his head slightly and looked at Chacha who was playing behind him, who was leaning on his back and holding his tail.

…In addition to [mercy] and [miracle], will God give me [favor] again?

"Tea tea."

"Yes! Here, Chacha Hotline can listen to Dad's thoughts at any time!"

"Do you... want a brother and a sister?"

"Eh?"

Chacha froze for a moment, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she threw herself onto Mr. Curse Ling's back from behind, hanging tightly around his neck.

Chacha's tone was cheerful: "Is it brother Hui who can make origami frogs and paper dogs and sister Tsumiki who can bake delicious cookies? Are you finally bringing them back? Well, Chacha can help clean up the room When will it come? Now? Tomorrow?"

Uno said slowly, "Not necessarily."

He looked down at the photo on his phone and closed his eyes.

After experiencing what happened last night, Uo, who has truly realized how fragile children are, can no longer live alone with two children.

But, he said but.

If no other guardians can be found, if they will...

[live together. ]

...would you like it?