Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu's second life, because he was reincarnated only once, the soul has not yet adapted, so the baby period is extremely blank.

His memory starts from a certain day.

Probably on the night when he was one year old, Yazhi crawled under the bed looking for a ball, and suddenly heard a strange sound of footsteps.

He was lying on the floor feeling the slight vibration, and his parents were playing hide and seek with him outside, pretending they couldn't find him,

"Masaji~Little Masaji, where have you been?"

"Mom can't find Yazhi..."

They laughed and laughed briskly, and the family often held such warm and leisurely parent-child activities.

Then, someone opened the door of their bedroom, and the parents who were playing with him turned around in astonishment, questioning words rolled to their lips, followed by two dull gunshots.

The gun was suppressed and did not cause any commotion in the silent night.

The next second, the mother fell to the ground, staring tightly at Masaharu's direction when she was about to die.

Ordinary children might make noises, but Masaharu didn't. He realized the great danger and hid under the bed motionless.

Tears flowed from the corners of my mother's eyes.

At that moment, Masaharu had the memory of communicating with the god of death in hell.

He knew what the countdown had been walking over his mother's father's head--it was death.After the countdown is cleared, their lives come to an end, and they leave themselves.

And if he had thought about it earlier, he might have avoided this disaster... No, maybe he wouldn't, the human factor is hard to escape.

"solved."

The thug who broke into the house and murdered said lightly, "I really don't understand, just two ordinary people, it took so much trouble."

"Okay, why are you complaining about the easy task, we should find something."

"Hehe, I hope the reward will be more, they should be more generous."

The thugs rummaged through the house and wantonly destroyed the neat and meticulous arrangement. They seemed to feel that their parents were in the way and kicked them twice.

"Have you found anything?"

"not yet."

"But the two of them have a child." One of the thugs gestured to the crib next to the bed, "Look at these supplies, they are all for babies, and there are still people in the house. It's really a warm arrangement. In this environment The children who grow up must be very happy."

"Don't scare me, normal children should cry now."

They rummaged through the room again, and even lifted the mattress to see if there was any partition in the bed.

Suddenly, perhaps because of the intuition of wandering in the dark world for a long time, a thug squatted down and looked under the bed.

Masaharu and him looked straight into the eye.

To be honest, he didn't feel scared at that time, and he didn't complete the emotional parts and cognition, he was just confused and at a loss.

The mob was startled instead, and screamed,

"It's unlucky, this kid's eyes are dark, do you understand what I mean, it's not about the color..."

The companion sneered, "A child scares you like this."

He lowered his body and took a look in, "Sure enough, there is a child."

The thug stretched out his arms and pulled Yazhi out, and lifted him by the collar of Yazhi's clothes, "It's quite young, you don't remember anything at this age."

He wore dark gloves on his hands to prevent fingerprints from leaving, so the touch was extraordinarily cold, but because of this scene, Masaharu recalled the scene of being tired.

Similarly, the cold breath from the outside world.

The condescending look seems to be evaluating the fate of a life.

"Is this kid scared and stupid?"

"It's useless to scare the fool or not, hurry up and get rid of him." The companion urged indifferently.

"oh oh."

The man pulled out his gun and aimed it at the center of the child's forehead.

What happened in a second or two,

Black and viscous unknown matter condensed on the parents' corpses, and the bulge covering the surface seemed to be beating like life. I don't know whether it was too close or for other reasons, they merged into one, and two heads protruded from the top.

Two heads, two mouths,

One of the mouths howled sharply,

"No, come closer, my Masaharu——!"

That is not a sound that humans can make, it is the reverberation roaring from hell,

"Die——!! Anyone who disturbs our family will die——!"

Resentment wells up with curses,

Its sound is extremely penetrating, almost shaking people's eardrums to the sky. The two men in the room looked at this vision in horror,

"Go, put down that child, go!"

The newborn curse spirit seems to be a human being with unstable emotions, "It hurts...it hurts, you should also taste the feeling of being pierced by bullets,"

"Is it okay to choose this way of death?"

The last sentence came with a weird smile.

The two men who were trying to escape suddenly felt that their limbs were no longer under control. They stayed where they were, took out their guns and pressed them firmly against their chests.

In this way, death will not come instantly, they need to endure pain and despair.

"No..." The only movable mouth gave a signal of refusal.

"No!"

Two muffled gunshots echoed in the room again.

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, extremely heavy.

The child who was thrown on the bed got up and stared blankly at the giant that almost filled the bedroom.

There are clear and obvious facial features on those two heads. Although they are messy and ugly, they can make people see their emotions clearly. At this moment, they laughed and said in a weird tone, "Yaji~ Mommy's Maaji is safe..."

what?

The one-year-old Masaru stared at it in a daze,

What is this, a monster?

On the other side, the Grim Reaper who had been with him whispered in wonder, "It's strange, did I accidentally leak my power? This curse spirit is completely influenced by me..."

"It can control the death of people at will."

"This is the ability of the god of death. I originally wanted to leave it to..." The following words seemed to be taboos that could not be said, but she swallowed them.

"Darryl..." Yazhi read the name of the god of death openly for the first time, "Are these my parents?"

"Yes and no." Darryl said, "There are remnants of your parents' spirits, but in the end, it's just a curse."

"What is a curse spirit?"

"Things that can only be produced by you humans, born from negative emotions, monsters without any good qualities." Death shrugged, "However, this is just what you humans say, I will copy it. In this case... this It should be the Cursed Wraith, what level is it?"

What's the situation now?

Masahar stretched out his fingertips cautiously, wanting to touch the pitch-black unknown object,

Did my parents become curse spirits to protect me?

"I kindly remind you, don't touch it." Darryl stopped him in a low voice, "If you get infected with this thing, it will only have a negative impact on you."

"What negative effects?"

"Don't you know if you try it?"

Yazhi: "..." He stared deeply at the god of death, "Are you kind or malicious?"

The Grim Reaper spread his slender hand bones, covering Yazhi's head in vain,

"You ask for me, but I just follow my mood."

***

Yazhi fell asleep in a daze that night, and when he woke up the next day, his brain became clearer than before.

He remembered his first life, although it was only a vague outline, but it was enough for him to keep calm.

The stacking of memories made him no longer passive like an ignorant child, he turned his eyes and scanned the surroundings.

The room still looked like it had been turned upside down by mobs. There were four corpses lying on the ground, and the smell of blood filled the room. If Masaharu hadn't gotten used to the smell in his sleep, he would have choked and vomited.

So... what happened?

He is fragmented.

Yazhi went to his mother, closed her eyes, and then went to his father, and straightened his body.

Rigidity had already appeared overnight, and even if the father was put upright, he still maintained a side-lying position.

Yaji is hungry.

He used to cry, and now he is crying.

But he didn't think he was crying because he was hungry.

"Mother, father..." he read intermittently, "It would be great if I found out earlier..."

That call flipped a potential switch.

"Yaji..."

Someone chanted stickily behind him. Although it was covered by various noises, he could clearly distinguish that it was a female voice.

Yazhi turned his head and bumped into Curling's wide-open, bloodshot eyes.

"Mom's good boy, are you hungry..." It obeyed Cannian, twisted its body to find food for Yazhi,

Then, it tore off a piece of flesh from the man's body on the ground, and handed it to Yazhi's mouth, "Come on, this is delicious~"

absurd.

Masaharu stared at the flesh and blood in front of him.

The curse spirit, even if it is formed by the resentment of parents before death, even if it engulfs their souls, it is just a twisted and inhuman product.

Even if it treats Yazhi with this attitude, Yazhi doesn't feel safe.

What will happen if you irritate it, what will happen if you refuse it, will you be restrained by force, will you become a good child of your mother?

So Yaji said to him calmly, "I'm not hungry, I just miss you."

The curse spirit repeated excitedly, "Mom is here, mother is here..."

Then it said, "If you don't eat...you can't...If you don't eat, you won't grow up..."

Its body grew a little bit more, and it gradually enveloped Masaharu. The mucus, which could not tell whether it was saliva or thick water, fell on the bed, staining the clean sheets, "Masaji wants to eat..."

***

In fact, Masaharu couldn't remember exactly what happened afterwards.

He rarely has a blank memory, but that one is lost.

Thinking back later, he might have barely mastered the ability to control the appearance of his parents at that time, and he forgot what price he paid, but he guessed that it had something to do with the scars on his body.

The tragedy in their home was not discovered until the third day, because Yazhi struggled to open the window, letting out the strange smell and attracting the landlord.

The landlord's screams made Masaharu's memory system work again.

He was sent to the orphanage. It was a dilapidated bungalow. There were more than a dozen children crowded into one room. Yazhi was the youngest. He might be crushed to death by careless children while sleeping, so the adults brought him.

The orphanage is so poor that the children have to compete for food to fill their stomachs.

But Masaharu was too young to be full with a bowl of rice porridge, and the older children were not vicious enough to bully a toddler who was just going away.His infancy was fairly secure.

When Masaharu was about three years old, the children became friends with him.

Parents have not appeared during this time, Masaharu stayed in the orphanage and never went out.

"Masaharu, come and eat." The children's 'leader' called him.

The unattended and unloved environment has allowed the children in the orphanage to spontaneously form a class. The senior is the leader, and the other children have to let him do anything, but because of this, he will tell the children how to please others Like, how can I not get beaten.

Yes, the dean will beat them.

Opening an orphanage can accept government subsidy funds. The director has no overwhelming kindness, but he just doesn't want to go to work, and he doesn't want to get in touch with society and complicated interpersonal relationships. He is much more relaxed when facing a group of disadvantaged children.

The children don't even have a name, what they pick up from the mailbox is called the mailbox, what flows from the river is called the river, and what is discarded due to property disputes is property. Funny names that are completely careless, but this is what they call them.

In comparison, Masaharu just didn't know his surname, so he was much luckier.

They even originally discussed, called Yaji Bullet or Killing.

"But Masaharu doesn't sound very good either."

"Then what do you think sounds good?"

"Such as radishes, honey, watermelon."

"...Mailbox, I think you're jealous that Masaharu has a name."

The children had argued about it.

Yazhi has a name, which means that he has parents who treat him sincerely, and many of these orphans don't even know whether their parents exist or not.

The days in the orphanage were boring and dull, and when I looked back on it in the future, I realized that I hadn't done anything.

But sometimes the nights when the children depend on each other don't feel cold.

Masaharu was picked up when he was six years old.

The person who picked him up was wearing a decent suit, and Yazhi knew that he was a rich man at the first sight of him.

It can't be the young master, can it?

he thinks.

And the rest of the orphanage thought so too.

Yazhi didn't hear the conversation between the adults. When he was pushed into the luxury car, he still couldn't tell whether he was adopted or recognized.

The children squatted aside and looked at him eagerly. They didn't need to speak, Yazhi could know what they were thinking.

'That's great, Masaharu was taken away. '

'He will become a child of a rich family, and he will have whatever he wants. '

'That car looked very expensive, and the uncle looked very gentle, and he smiled when he talked with the dean. '

'When will I be taken away...'

A man with a meticulous appearance sat in the driver's seat and introduced himself as the butler of the Akashi family.

Although it was funny, what Masaharu thought at the time was: Am I the young master?

The illusion was broken after two seconds.

"You are my successor." Mr. Housekeeper's name is Akashi Nayue. Although he is already an uncle, he is also a handsome uncle. "Your parents are my cousins. I regret what happened to them."

Akashi Masaharu had a mysterious face when he heard it,

"Akashi? Which Akashi?"

"You can ask these questions when you are educated, now you are just back to where you should be." Mr. Yue seemed to have little patience to deal with Masaharu, "You have to get rid of all the bad habits you have acquired. First, Sanitation needs to be addressed.”

He glanced at Masaharu lightly, that look was very familiar to Masaharu, showing a bit of disgust and helplessness.

"Hygienic...it's just that the cleaning conditions in our place are not very good." Yazhi defended in a low voice, "We also really want to be clean."

In the sweltering summer, it is easy to sweat and there are many mosquitoes, so Masaharu's clothes are either sweat stains or dust, and his bare skin is covered with scratches and mosquito bites caused by playing around.

It looks very embarrassing.

Mr. Yue sighed, "When you arrive at my home, don't run around or talk nonsense."

"I can't give you the warmth of your parents, I can't give you a complete and ordinary family."

"But at least you have no worries about food and clothing, you can receive education, and you can make better friends."

Masaharu listened silently, and the sense of words and expressions practiced in the orphanage made him realize that although the person in front of him was not gentle, he had a strong sense of responsibility and morality.

They have no emotional basis, so what Mr. Yue does is kind to him.

Akashi Masaharu nodded calmly, "I see."

***

After arriving at Akashimoto's house, Masaharu was like a bumpkin who had refreshed his cognition—no, he was originally.

The floor is spotless, the walls are not stained at all, the lighting and ventilation of the room is very good, and it feels good to look at it brightly, and Masaharu feels guilty even stepping in with mud-stained shoes.

"What are you afraid of..." Darryl didn't like his look very much, "You are timid now, and you don't have the courage to approach me at that time. If I had known that reincarnation can change a person's gender and start over, I might Do not agree to this uneconomical deal."

Jaji glanced at her,

Darryl gritted his teeth on purpose, showing a terrifying smile, "And you kid is not funny at all now."

The experience in the orphanage did make Yazhi become silent and introverted.

The eyes of the adults, the ostracism of the children, the anger of the principal, they have not been tolerated, so they have not been condoned.

Masaharu didn't say anything, and followed Nayake to clean up.

He changed his clothes and smoothed out his dirty hair. When standing in front of the mirror, Masaharu felt that he saw his own appearance clearly for the first time in his life.

When I looked in the mirror before, what I saw was a dirty and poor child.

It doesn't seem too bad...

Masaru stroked his curly hair,

He remembered that there was such a touching moment. At that time, he seemed to be taller and better-looking than now. He was wearing a business suit for traveling and business meetings, and a handsome young man stood beside him.

The other party has a pair of red eyes, and the hair on the temples is curly and slightly long.

Who is that?

Yazhi lowered his eyes and pondered for two seconds,

Unexpected...but I have strange feelings.

After Masaharu walked out, Mr. Nayue showed a satisfied expression.

"Not bad." He said, "At least the image is passable."

Then he felt a little surprised,

The child in front of him was not as rude and cowardly as he had imagined. His expression was cautious and restrained, but he did not have the fear of entering a strange environment for the first time.

"Let's go, it's time for you to study."

"What am I going to learn?"

"Can you read?"

"Less likely."

"Then start with the word recognition."

Mr. Nayue walked in front, Masaharu followed behind,

"If your grades are good enough, you can still study with the young master." Nayue looked back, "That means going to school."

Yazhi blinked, "...Master?"

"A child who is about the same age as you, and younger than you, Yazhi, try to please him, he is the master."

***

Weird statement.

Jaji looked away,

Is this absolutely loyal brainwashing?

But he couldn't question it, and Akashi Nayue arranged for him a teacher, saying that he had other things to do, so he left Masaharu.

Teacher...

Yazhi looked at the young man in charge of teaching him delicately,

He felt that the meaning of the teacher was very unusual, and it was an existence that made his heart beat when he heard it.

He unconsciously wants to compare with whom, but he doesn't know what the reference is.

It's just a subconscious feeling... His teacher should be excellent, excellent to the point of perfection.

But Akashi Masaharu still respects every teacher who teaches him. Mr. Nayue arranged etiquette classes, culture classes, and foreign language classes for him, stuffing knowledge into his head like pouring water into a bucket, and showed obvious Come urgently.

He didn't have much hope for Yazhi, he just planned that if Yazhi couldn't meet the requirements, he would hurry up and choose another child.

Masaharu exceeded his expectations.

"His grades are very good, and he is very serious." The math teacher touched Masaharu's head, "Sometimes I feel distressed when I see his class is so full that he doesn't even have time to rest."

There was a glint in Mr. Yue's eyes, "Really?"

"Yes, I have taught so many heirs, Yazhi is no worse than them."

"Then it's decided."

Mr. Yue showed a delighted smile, "Masaji, follow me to see the young master next week."

The young master of the Akashi family is named Akashi Seijuro, and Masaharu remembers being familiar with it when he was known by the popular science family.

He wants to be the opponent's most loyal subordinate, the most caring assistant, and the sharpest blade.

Add to the fun of the other party when you are free, block the knife for the other party in times of crisis, become his competitor in terms of learning, and make him feel satisfied in terms of fun.

In the future, when Akashi Seijuro takes over the family business, Masaharu will have to help him.

Because of this relationship, Masaharu had mixed feelings when he went to see Akashi Seijuro.

He is like a job applicant who is going to meet the interviewer, and if Akashi Seijuro is not satisfied, he will be returned.

"Return is a good word." Darryl listened to his cryptic complaints, "You have been dumb for so long, I thought you were really stupid."

Akashi Masaharu is extremely well-behaved and sensible, if he is older, the words to describe him will become polite and gentle.

"playmate?"

The red-haired child was wearing a shirt and overalls, and stared at Yazhi slightly, "Did my father find me a playmate?"

"Yes, Master Akashi." Mr. Nayue answered him, his tone was completely different from when he was treating Masaharu.

"Is it possible?" Akashi Seijuro lowered his eyebrows in confusion, "Father doesn't like me playing around."

His schedule is as tight as Yaji's.

And Masaharu doesn't feel the pressure, but normal-grown kids do.

"Mr. said that he can rest with you for an hour every day, and he can also study with you." Akashi Nayue said with his head slightly lowered, "But every half a month, you will take a test."

"test?"

"For the purpose of competition, if you lose to him, he will disappear."

……what?

Yaji was stunned,

Then do I want to lose on purpose?

"And if he loses more than three times, he needs to be replaced."

Jaji: "..."

Oh, it turns out a tie is needed.

Hearing this, Akashi Seijuro calmly turned to Masaharu.

His pupils were the same color as his hair, and his expression looked a little...cute.

"Hi, my name is Seijuro Akashi." The boy stretched out his hand in a businesslike manner, very similar to his father's gesture,

Masaharu almost used the same tone and gesture, "Hello, Akashi Masaharu."

Before the two of them, there seemed to be no sparks at all.

seem.