Why aren't people raising me

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly became very busy.

It's not that I wasn't busy before, but now I'm so busy that I'm about to explode.

He runs a whole set of smuggling channels for gemstones, and has dealt with the people from the Supervision Bureau a lot, but this time the other party suddenly had a brain twitch, even if they produced a qualified inspection certificate, they would not leave.Just stare at him.

Because of this, the Central Plains did not dare to slack off.

He may be considered relaxed, because Zhongyuan Zhong can only be regarded as a pure force faction. The process route of smuggling gems was once taken care of by Dazai Osamu, and the most troublesome and dangerous points have already been opened up, so he is much more relaxed.

But in addition to keeping his own gem channel, the task of suppressing hostile forces also fell on him one after another.

On the other hand, things related to the deeper and darker layers of the port mafia, I wish I could cover them tightly and bury them in the deep sea to prevent light from passing through.

The public security officer split himself into two, and kept his face so handsome that he didn't show any signs of fatigue. The pianist also walked around frequently, and the other cadres were on the alert. The leader who gave the order, Mori Ogai——

"Have you lost your hair, Boss?" Osamu Dazai said coolly in the chief's room, "The hunting dog is going to become a mad dog, biting us tightly."

Mori Ogai raised his head from the file, his eyes were obviously black and blue,

"Staying idle with me at this time is too much, Dazai-kun."

"I just solved a big problem." Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to ignore his complaints, "They want to bring down the port mafia in one fell swoop, but..."

However, something was unexpected.

The intensity of the investigation seems to be a little too strong.

It seems that all the energies scattered by other organizations have been concentrated on the port mafia, making people wonder if the person at the top has a grudge against the port mafia, or if his brain has been smashed by a vase, he will not be able to think.

Osamu Dazai turned around coolly, "Okay, I'm going to go into the water."

Mori Ogai's drooping eyes widened immediately, "Aren't you working?"

"Boss, subordinates will die from overwork, I don't want to die because of this method."

Mori Ogai raised his voice in an unscrupulous manner, "The leader will die if he is overworked..."

Osamu Dazai looked back, his eyes a little cold, "The culprit who caused Q to lose control has not yet been tried, internal and external troubles, it will be overworked."

Then he shrugged, "But it's none of my business."

***

On the fifth day of Masaharu Nakahara's illness, he walked more smoothly, but Zhong also felt that he was like a mermaid, dancing on the tip of the needle every step he took, and insisted on carrying him.

"Actually, I can really..."

"Well, yes."

The Central Plains Central Committee also agrees, but the Central Plains Central Committee does not listen.

He sent Masaji to Matsuda Jinpei, and they kept in touch these days. When they met, Matsuda Jinpei was smoking.

Zhong was also shocked: "He smokes?!"

Masaharu quickly explained for him, "No, that's the kind. There's one kind before bomb disposal... After all, cigarettes can relax people's nervous mood."

Zhong Yuanzhong also emphasized, "He smokes."

"I don't smoke in front of me, and I don't smoke at home." Masaharu Nakahara hugged his neck, "And Brother Matsuda is not a smoker."

"Why are you talking to him like that?"

"... Chuya, you are so childish."

After they met, they explained Masaharu's injury with the reasons they had colluded in advance. Matsuda Jinhei immediately extinguished the cigarette when he saw Masaharu at the first sight. Taking a step forward, "Wait, there's still a smell of smoke on my body."

Nakahara Masaharu stopped obediently,

The necessary pleasantries made one's teeth sour. As a child, Masaharu Nakahara did not participate in the twists and turns of adults. He squatted aside and listened to their chatter. In the end, the two ended their conversation as if they had completed a handover ceremony.

"Masaji, see your brother again." Matsuda shouted.

Masaharu came over and waved his hands, "See you again, Chuya."

Zhong also patted his head, "I want to call you brother, brat."

After receiving Masaji, Matsuda Jinpei was going to take the evening train back to Mihua Town.They still have one afternoon, during which time Masaharu went to Natsume Takashi's hospital.

"Why do you only know your elder brother, but not children of the same age?" Matsuda Jinpei put on small sunglasses for him, and stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus.

Nakahara Masaharu honestly said, "Children of the same age are stupid."

"Pfft, Sorasuke is smart? Isn't he a child in kindergarten?"

"Didn't I say that, Sorasuke is a genius." Masaharu adjusted the angle of the sunglasses, and then imitated Matsuda Jinpei's posture to push the frame, "I can't chat with children of the same age."

But Matsuda Jinhei couldn't imagine where a kindergarten kid could be a genius, and he felt that Masaharu would not say such a thing for no reason, "What do you think he is a genius? Is it just that he is good at arithmetic?"

"He is relatively precocious." Yazhi said, "He can understand the subtext between adults."

"Can you understand?"

"can."

Matsuda was hoarse for a moment.

"Well, you can understand."

He believed it.

Masaharu asked about Natsume's ward in the car. After arriving at the hospital, Matsuda Jinpei didn't go in, but just stood at the door and waited.

Nakahara Masaharu met the relatives that Natsume helped Uncle take care of.

A woman who appeared to be around 50 years old.

The brows were full of depression, as if he couldn't sleep well because of some torture, even when he was resting, he would frown and turn over frequently, and occasionally twitched.

"Masaharu?" Natsume Takashi happily took him in, "Are you going back?"

"Yes, tonight's train."

Masaharu's eyes subconsciously aimed at the hospital bed.

Natsume Takashi understood, "This is Uncle Zi's cousin. Uncle Zi accidentally sprained his ankle a while ago, and it was inconvenient to travel, so I came here for him." The boy lowered his eyelids slightly, and he didn't seem to be bothered by taking care of the sick , "Aunt Xuan is very lonely. Her family members passed away not long ago. Perhaps because of excessive grief, she suffered from severe insomnia and collapsed from exhaustion."

Yazhi listened and nodded, and handed him the fruits he bought, "I brought them to you."

"Thank you, did you come alone?"

"Brother Matsuda is waiting outside, he thinks he will disturb us if he comes in."

"I'm going to say hello to him."

"No, he didn't come in because he didn't want to disturb you." Masaharu put on a mature adult expression, "Brother Matsuda said, no one likes troublesome polite greetings, and we don't need to do that uncomfortable superficial effort."

Matsuda Jinpei also has a little childishness.

Masaharu Nakahara can always remember how he gritted his teeth and pretended to be amiable when facing Chuya, and he almost used all the routines and official words he could say to last for a long time. After Chuya left, he would slump his shoulders and look like the task was completed. Relaxed look.

"Actually, you don't have to be so alien to my brother." Nakahara Masaharu once said to him,

"No, look at your brother's clothes. It's a high-end suit that is so expensive that my eyes will fall off. Jewelers are not so good at making it. Does he often hold a red wine glass to attend banquets?"

"...It seems like this, Zhong also often attends business banquets."

Matsuda straightened his tie, "That's right, he should pay attention to etiquette."

"But when you face those rich businessmen who ask the police for help...you're not so nervous."

"That's different." Matsuda Jinpei curled the corner of his mouth slyly, "I'm your brother, I can't lose face."

Oh oh.

It turns out that brother and brother are competing.

Because of Masaharu's dissuasion, Natsume Takashi did not go out.

"Will Aunt Xuan be disturbed if we chat here?"

"Aunt Xuan said that if someone is talking next to her ear, she will feel safer." Natsume Takashi looked at her tenderly, "She always feels that something is staring at her, and often tells me that she feels very uneasy."

Masaharu Nakahara doesn't understand much, but this kind of mental torture should be really painful.

"Where's Yi Nan, are you still here?"

As if mentioning something funny, Natsume's eyes were full of smiles, "Yinan is going to study characters, he wants to communicate with you earlier."

When he heard that Yinan wasn't there, Masaharu seemed relieved, and he began to whisper something to Natsume, "Actually... I don't know how to communicate with him."

Natsume was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

"What he likes and is looking for is the me from the previous life, right? I don't have the same memories, no experience together, and no mutual emotional basis. He is looking for me because he is looking for a thought, and I feel that I will let him down. "

This is what Yaji has been worrying about.

"The disappointment after looking forward is far more painful than never getting it."

Unlike Natsume Takashi, who was able to re-establish the relationship, that youkai is obviously stubbornly pursuing the original thing.

"But Masaharu...Compared with humans, monsters believe in the reincarnation of souls. They have a long life, but they are actually very satisfying creatures. Even a leftover can give them comfort."

The tea-haired boy said gently, "What's more, we get along very well now."

This may not make sense.

Because in the end, it's just wishful thinking.

Yazhi pursed his lips, "I can only be myself, not answer him."

Natsume rolled her eyes, "This is actually the best."

While talking, Masaharu Nakahara always felt as if something was staring at him.

The gaze was almost at hand.

***

On the train leaving Yokohama, Masaharu Nakahara still felt in a trance like a dream.

He recalled his first life in this city, and experienced life and death, which was simply too exciting.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to celebrate your brother's birthday?" Matsuda Jinpei sent a message to Hagiwara Kenji, and turned to look at the sullen Masaharu, "I came all the way to be left aside by you heartlessly. Didn't say anything."

Masaharu: "...that's not the way to be cruel."

"Anyway, it's almost like this." Matsuda Jinping chuckled twice, the train was empty, and they could sit comfortably at their destination, "But it's really fast, you are nine years old now, but why don't you seem to have changed at all? Woolen cloth?"

"Brother Matsuda, I will be angry if you say that. I have grown 6 cm taller than last year."

"Well, it seems a little slow."

"..." Masaharu Nakahara suddenly felt his height crisis, "Is it really slow? Was it caused by malnutrition before?"

Although Masaharu didn't feel the negative effects of malnutrition on him, he was still very energetic and active.

"It seems that I have to let you accompany me to do morning exercises when I go back." Matsuda Jinhei looked at him, "Do you want to learn boxing, Masaharu?"

Masaharu tilted his head, "Do you still know how to box?"

"How little you know about me—well, my fault, I never beat a bad guy in front of you, you don't know."

"Isn't it your job to defuse bombs?"

"But my job is still a criminal police officer, and I usually catch thieves and robbers." Matsuda Jinhei leaned lightly on the back of the chair, and because the venue was large enough, he even raised his legs casually. He tilted his head and stared at Masaharu The eyes, the lines of the shoulders and neck are very smooth and beautiful, it looks...

"The appearance of a mature adult."

Matsuda Zhenping was taken aback, "Huh? What?"

"That's great. Brother Matsuda has graduated from school and started working. Now he has a stable salary. He looks like a winner in life. He just needs to find a wife."

"What, don't look envious, you will have these too." Matsuda Jinhei laughed, "But seriously, do you really want to be a policeman?"

"..." Masaharu Nakahara was startled.

"When we first met, you told a hell joke in the police station with the atmosphere. What kind of profession of saving lives will definitely not go to hell... Hey, but if you are serious, do you already have a dream?"

Masaharu Nakahara has no dreams yet.

If he has not paid off his many sins, he feels that life does not belong to him. In essence, he thinks that he is living for others, and he dare not say anything lightly to pursue or yearn for something, but sometimes he will daydream.

"If you want to be a criminal policeman, physical skills are really important. It's not too late to start practicing now. I can teach you to be number one!"

"You are so confident, Brother Matsuda."

"Don't believe me..."

"I heard that you fought with people in the police academy and lost."

The curly-haired youth opened his eyes wide, "Huh? Huh? Who told you?" He straightened up excitedly, "When did I ever lose? Who spread the rumor?"

"Are you the type who wants to establish a tall and mighty image in front of your children?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Ah, why does this kid seem to be able to see through everything, and he doesn't have a sense of accomplishment to fool a child at all.

However, it was because of this characteristic that he felt that he could not let it grow wildly.

Matsuda Jin patted his forehead with his fingers, "You, imagine your life in hell after you go back..."

Masaharu Nakahara felt concerned, "Are you really tired?"

"It turns out that you are a child who is afraid of hardship and tiredness."

Yazhi emphasized, "I am not."

Matsuda Jinpei showed another vile adult face deliberately teasing him, "Hey hey~"

***

However, after returning to Mihua Town, he did not start training immediately. Masaharu Nakahara was still injured and had to rest for a long time.

"Should I go to school tomorrow?"

"Wait a minute, it's not bad for a day or two. Anyway, you've been absent from class for a long time. The genius kid Masaharu won't lose his grades because of it, right?"

Well, good enlightened parents.

Masaharu Nakahara was dumbfounded.

He was bored watching TV at home for a few days, and Matsuda Jinping returned to his post all morning, so he asked for leave to come back to accompany him.

"Did I influence you?" Yazhi felt a little guilty.

"Didn't your brother say that you are sick and it's inconvenient to do anything?" Matsuda Jinpei gave him a glass of juice, "The vacation is not random, it's the vacation after I was used, and I have to pay it back."

"It's over, I thought of one thing."

"what?"

"Brother Matsuda with a child can't find a girlfriend."

Matsuda Jinpei choked suddenly, and then his shoulders shook with a smile, "What do you want to do so far away?"

Masaharu Nakahara is very self-aware, "I'm like an oil bottle."

Matsuda wrapped his arms around Masaharu's neck, looking forward to the future, "When I want to fall in love, you will grow up and be self-reliant. Don't worry, you will grow up soon."

Nine years old, three years to go into adolescence.

After Masaharu Nakahara got well, he went to the police station first, and then received a bunch of gifts there, all of which they prepared for his ninth birthday.

There are no duplicate gifts, it's almost like collusion.Some of them didn't come in boxes, and Masaharu Nakahara could tell what they were at a glance.

Teddy bears, toy guns, knee pads, boxing gloves, headphones...

Wait, think about it this way——

He forgot to bring back the gifts that Mafia gave him at the port!

And the locomotive that the fool bird gave him! !Although he can't ride a motorcycle at his age...

Even though he might not like these things, the corners of Masaharu Nakahara's mouth never twitched. He asked, "I have to go back to take it apart, right?"

"If you want to see the police uncles watching your expression nervously, you can also open it here." Kenji Hagiwara smiled, and he pulled Masaji to the wall used to measure height, "Little Masaharu, really It's been a long time, it's been two months, let me see if you have grown taller."

Masaharu Nakahara looked back, "...Is this the wall where the prisoners are photographed?"

"Yes, but we don't take pictures of such a small child." Hagiwara Kenji looked it up, "1.3 meters, it seems a bit short."

Yazhi became even more nervous. Height and grades were different, something he couldn't freely adjust and control, "Then I'll work hard to grow taller."

When the colleague of Yan Er heard their movement, he poked his head in by the door, "Yeah, after all, Xiao Masaharu is going to be a policeman in the future!"

"Although the joke wasn't funny at all, it somehow gave us courage."

There was relief in the young man's brows and eyes, "Don't be afraid of death, because we will go to a good place after death."

They are accompanied by danger every day, and they don't know when they will sacrifice. Even if they enter the job with the consciousness that ordinary people rarely have, they often feel fear.

"Bah!" Masaharu frowned, "You will give me the illusion that I am abetting death."

"Hahahahaha..."

***

One month after returning to Mihua Town, Masaharu Nakahara finally went to school.

The elementary school students are still so easy to deceive, and the content taught by the teacher is still easy to understand. It is Saiki Kongsuke-he has improved a little too fast.

It's just that it hasn't changed in the past three months, and Saiki Kongsuke seems to have developed another level of brain, becoming more flexible and difficult to understand than before.

Masaharu Nakahara was competing with him today in shogi, which is a very tricky chess game, and it is a little funny for two children to compete against each other.

But Yazhi was so killed that he broke out in cold sweat.

Finally won.

By the way, the two of them are both shogi bad, and they are novices. To describe it as a fight is because the expression of the two of them racking their brains made the atmosphere too passionate, and Mrs. Saiki who was watching kept saying cute.

"Tsk, I thought it would work this time." Qi Mukongzhu gritted his teeth, obviously the failure put him under a certain amount of psychological pressure, "You seem to have become a little smarter after you came back, it's amazing, your brain has developed ?"

The same words actually came out of Sorasuke's mouth.

Masaharu felt that the memory of the first life helped him.

He is actually not a genius, he just loves reading and learning, which is different from a child prodigy like Qi Mukongzhu.

"Sorasuke...will definitely become a very powerful scientist in the future."

"Scientist? Oh~ it might be more interesting." Saiki Sosuke played with shogi, "But what's so good about a scientist? Study how to fly into the sky? Kusuo can easily do that kind of thing."

"Kusuo is... your brother?"

Your brother, easily, Feitian?

Masaharu Nakahara was full of question marks.

"Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you." Yazhi didn't worry about it anymore, he grabbed the small schoolbag he carried with him, "Is it a reunion gift or an apology? I made an agreement with you in the previous competition, I hope you don't angry."

"What..." Qi Mu Kongsuke muttered something that Masaharu couldn't understand, and took his gift, "What is this? Food?"

Masaharu Nakahara gave a thumbs up, "Coffee Jelly."

"I used to just stare outside the window with my brother, but now I can basically eat whatever I want."

Qi Mu Kongsuke hugged the gift box, a little shy, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Mrs. Saiki was almost moved to tears, "It's so loving. I didn't expect Sora to make good friends so quickly."

***

Masaharu Nakahara's daily life once fell into a repetitive calm.

He and Matsuda went to school after morning practice, met with Saiki Kongsuke after school, played some innocuous games, and then Matsuda Jinpei picked him up after get off work.

He still saves people, but it may be that as he grows older and his physical fitness improves, he seldom chases down the target who is about to die, and even pulls a suicidal person from the railroad track.

In many cases, those who commit suicide only need someone to help them, and then they can muster up their courage again.

This deed made the news, but no photo of Masaharu was published, and even the name was blurred.

Masaharu Nakahara would occasionally recall some images of his previous life, and it seemed that everything was on the right track, except that he often felt sore and heavy in his shoulders, and he was not very energetic.

"Did you practice too hard?" Matsuda Jinping heard him say that he was strange, and he blamed himself, "My father used to train me like this, maybe your physique is weaker, I'm sorry Masaharu, I give you Cut down on some training."

However, even with reduced training, Masaharu Nakahara often felt tired.

He even fell asleep in class one day.

It was close to the end of school. After the teacher woke him up, he took him to the office and wanted to ask him what he had experienced during this time. If he felt really uncomfortable, he went to the infirmary.

"Sorry teacher, I secretly played games last night..." Masaharu Nakahara lied familiarly, not wanting to cause trouble for Matsuda.

At this time, another child in the office stared at him suddenly, his expression was very focused and serious, but Masaharu Nakahara felt that his gaze did not fall on his face.

His eyes are green and his hair is blown out like a hedgehog.

what?

Jaji looked back,

What is he staring at me for?

Masaharu Nakahara checked his clothes, there was no problem, and the child seemed to be looking at his shoulder all the time.

Until he left the office, the boy's gaze still followed him.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't remember where he had seen him - so he was a stranger.He didn't pay much attention, he packed his schoolbag and got ready to leave school.

Unexpectedly, at the school gate, he was blocked by a tall white-haired man.

The opponent is really tall, and Masaharu Nakahara, who has been tortured by being short for a while, suddenly developed height PTSD.

The opponent's hand gently grabbed his shoulder, as if brushing away something.

The shoulders... suddenly became very light.

Nakahara Masaharu looked at his face blankly,

The other party bent down, put his fingers on his chin and looked at his face carefully, "strange, if it is a son, it is a bit too early, but if it is not a son, why can it be carved out of a mold? "