Home from scratch in another world

Urahara Taro raised his head in shock after being called out by name. She was really... Uzuki Tomo!

Shi Meng stood amidst the sound of announcements and noises, and revealed two identities that had been hidden for a long time amidst countless gazes and surroundings. One was the identity of a writer that she didn't like to mention, and the other was the slum that she didn't mention so many people didn't know about it. born.

The moment I said it, I didn’t feel much in my heart. The starting point of becoming a writer is very vulgar, but she seemed to be smiling when she received every recognition. What was the reason for not saying it in the first place?

Takase will?

Later, it seemed that it didn't matter whether I said it or not, and it was strange to mention it on my own initiative. Anyway, I knew what I should know.

As for being born in a slum, Shimeng is at a loss for memories before the age of 14. There will be grief and sentimentality, and there will be peace like watching a movie. Three years later, it seems that I can look at Uzuki Shimeng more objectively, and I don’t feel that this is the case. There is no shame, let alone how great it is to walk out of the slums.

Shi Meng knew that she had a lot of advantages over others, if she couldn't get out, it would be really embarrassing.

She chose to speak out about this matter, probably because she wanted to tell them that we are the same, even though we have various conventional status and conditions in society, when I first came to this world, I was with you.

And when she told her identity as a writer, she thought of the book she picked up just now, and the novel that was well protected before it was trampled to pieces. Would there be a sign of success in front of their eyes, which would make people feel better? What about man mustering up the courage to move forward?

Without courage, it is because of numbness... what else is there besides numbness?

——It is fear, fear of the unknown, fear of "change".

Can she give everyone courage?Shimeng doesn't know, but they all like Aoki Yangsheng in "The Poor Hundred", so, can she, who wrote this book, make everyone trust her more? Can she, who has a similar experience, gain more How much recognition?

Perhaps at this moment, what should be said is the correct lie, but no matter how many times she simulated it with a pen on paper in her head, when she arrived in the slums and saw this group of people... what she almost blurted out was:

I'm from the ghetto too, and I'm the same as you guys, so trust me, I'm really here to help you guys.

You too, please, help yourselves.

The person standing on the ruins finally started her formal speech, abandoned the manuscript that could be printed in textbooks and recited it in full, and told each of her fellow countrymen...

Talk about how she walked out of the slums, about the same unbearable past, about the goals of deep space, about government documents, about the support of many parties...

She is sincere, telling everyone, please believe me, and please believe in yourself.

The crowd seemed to be slowly quieting down. The people on the stage spoke very slowly and used simple words, but it seemed that every sentence came from the bottom of their hearts...

The audience listens to the power of words, to a tenacious soul talking about the past, to a kind and forgiving friend telling her story, to a firm and brave girl who wants to change this place together.

Yes, together.

Shi Meng walked off the stage almost without saying a few words, holding up her trumpet and walking among all the people, calling out to the people she recognized one by one, asking about the names she couldn’t remember and didn’t know, asking He, do you have any ideas?

At first, only Urahara Taro talked to her, but later, more and more people came out from the shadows, more and more people asked their questions, and more and more people got their answers. Answer.

Shi Meng didn't use sophisticated words and sentences. She was patient enough and tolerant enough. Using the simplest and simplest language and the most sincere attitude, she broke up many decisions and arrangements, and told them why they did this. The benefits of this arrangement Where, at the end, look straight at each other and say, would you like to change this place with me?

This exchange lasted for a long time, she was surrounded, explaining non-stop, from day to night...

In the afternoon, Ayatsuji pedestrians organized the employees of the security department to assemble street lamps, tables and chairs, so at night, the place was still brightly lit, illuminating the faces of everyone inside.

Everyone accompanied her, watching her speak dryly and hoarsely, but she never stopped...

Immediately afterwards, agreements and contracts were signed. Kunikida Doppo's glasses had been slipping off for a long time, but he didn't have time to help them, so he frantically taught the residents to sign in the right place.

Every time he signed a copy, Kunikida Doppo's heart trembled along with his hands. It was hard for him to describe the feeling at the moment, the heat surged up with the crooked words and red fingerprints.

——It's like seeing the light when the "ideal" is realized, on the unkempt woman, on the scrawny child... in their numb eyes, clusters of flames are ignited.

Then he discovered that the "ideal" is such a great and ordinary thing, which made this 15-year-old boy feel for the first time that standing among them, he seemed to have realized the "ideal".

Several high-level people from deep space are doing odd jobs at this time, helping to move chairs, helping to explain problems... After doing things for a while, they will look up at her situation.

Ayatsuji pedestrians were tortured by idiot questions, and their eyebrows never relaxed. Fuheshier grabbed a good job of moving chairs and tables, and Rimbaud was responsible for delivering food, and confused himself into a small worker who divided lunch boxes...

But the busiest one must be the girl sitting on the ground surrounded by the crowd talking. Yosano Akiko, who helped bandage the wounded, watched her from a distance, watching this determined and powerful girl.

Yu Xie Ye received her call last night, heard her request, accepted her commission, and came today without hesitation.

Originally, she had a question that she had always wanted to ask, but now she really understood.

——I am the one who saves lives, but she can save souls.

This made Akiko want to go among those people, communicate with her, listen to her, and tell her.

But the girl with the butterfly hairpin on her head and the "surgeon" not far away looked at each other, and the two silently lowered their heads and took care of the next wounded seriously, knowing that now was not her time.

Next time, next time, next time we meet, just be friends with her...

Zhongyuan Zhong also brought the five people who rushed to help with the banner, and got the lunch box personally distributed by the Lantang cadre.

"Thank you, Officer Lantang." Dumbbird took the dinner.

Rimbaud kindly waved his hand like the days when he arrived late and left early in Hong Kong, "You're welcome, do you want another one?"

"I also want to have another copy, but unfortunately I have a requirement for body management." The public relations officer is a member of the port mafia and a movie star.

He said with regret: "I knew that Teacher Siyue was a friend of Chuya, so I tried to go through the back door. I auditioned for the role of Yoshio Aoki, but I was rejected in the first pass. The director said that my temperament did not match."

"Isn't it because you were too fat during that time?" Cold-blooded cruelly exposed the fact.

Zhongyuan Zhong has also been busy maintaining order with the deep space security team, working diligently and hardworking, running on the front line, he thanked the box lunch, turned around and saw these guys fighting for some reason, angry It's too bad.

"Hey, you guys, don't cause trouble for Shi Meng!"

"Oh~ Zhong is also angry~"

While the small group of the port mafia was fighting, another port mafia cadre who arrived in the afternoon——Ozaki Momiji, took Akutagawa Gin and comforted all the old people and women.

Hongye was not originally scheduled to participate in the "cleaning" activity, or Shimeng simply informed Chief Mori that they have a big event in the slum today, do you want to participate?

Without knowing the details of her activities, Mori Ogai talked about interests between the lines, so the phone was hung up.

Chief Mori was informed of the big movement in the slums during the day, so he sent cadres Hongye and Heilizard Guangjin Liulang to investigate the situation, help and get some benefits.

As the oldest person in the field, Mr. Guangjin was assigned to communicate with the elderly group. However, there are not many elderly people in the slums. Perhaps it can be said that there are no resources for the elderly in such places.

But Guangjin Liulang still explained very seriously. He is a native of Yokohama, and he knows what this matter means. He joined the port mafia very early. At that time, Gang Hey was just a self-defense force... what is it? Time changed?

He couldn't say clearly, but looking at this group of people at the bottom of Yokohama, they looked hopeful after having the same voice and goal... He thought, maybe Hong Kong has changed over the years, but this time when helping them , he knows, maybe he has changed, maybe he hasn't changed...

Not far from Hirotsu, Akutagawa Ryunosuke introduced himself: "My name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and the girl over there is my younger sister Akutagawa Gin. We also came from the slums."

Akutagawa communicated with the thin and weak children in shabby clothes: "We are here to take you out of here, go to school and learn knowledge like me."

"Really?" they asked suspiciously.

"Yes, deep space will support your studies, and many people outside will also help you." He imitated Shimeng's appearance and assured them. "Your future is not here, you can change your life."

He promised over and over, repeated, firmly... Slowly, anticipation appeared in the child's eyes.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared at the pair of clear eyes, remembering a long time ago, when he saw her for the first time, he felt that it was a burning star, a prairie fire that could burn all stubborn diseases into ashes, His world was lit.

And today, their world will be ignited again!

It was by their common birth that the children became close to him.

"Brother Akutagawa, are you all children from the slums?"

The children chirped and asked, "Brother Akutagawa, are you really a great writer?"

"I'm just an ordinary writer who just wrote a few popular articles." He said earnestly, picking up the scattered candies on the ground one by one and distributing them to each child.

The children with candy in their mouths began to ask another question: "Is Miss Uzuki really Mrs. April?"

"Yes, she is the best writer in this literary world..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke spoke at length.

The children below also gave these two writers who came out of the slums a lot of face, and they praised...

The rest of the Armed Detective Agency, including the president, are helping to register the list of personnel, taking the opportunity to conduct a thorough census when the slums are fully staffed. Edogawa Ranpo is the only one sitting at the table.

"You don't know how old you are? It's very simple, although the exact date can't be deduced, but the bone age is enough. President, he is 11 years old."

"You have given birth to a child, and you have given birth to two... I see, the detective apologizes to you... I just need to keep my voice down."

Edogawa Ranpo was reasoning, while distractedly watching the girl over there.

Hmph, I knew she could do it a long time ago, although the process was a bit unexpected for Mr. Ranpo, well, it was a big surprise, I didn't expect her to say such a thing.

Did you want everyone to be together?

A big smile appeared on his face unconsciously, of course he would be with her!

Suddenly, Ranpo Edogawa, who was wearing a beret, spotted the pedestrian Ayatsuji who was wearing a cap and carrying a chair, and the smile on his face faded.

Ayatsuji pedestrians sat down, tapped the table with a pen, and signaled that he could also line up for registration on this side. Ayatsuji really didn't want to repeat the idiot question on the other side, so he stood up decisively and let himself go, so Fu Heisher, who was paddling over there, Had to cover the vacancy, explaining sweating profusely.

Edogawa Ranpo watched him sit down helplessly, and the eyes of Ayatsuji pedestrian once again met in mid-air.

Then, the two registered the population more efficiently than the slum dwellers reported themselves.

The two spoke faster than the other, and they had to sit at the end of both sides of a long table. In the end, this silent battle was stopped by President Fukuzawa whose hand speed could not keep up with the speed of speech.

Edogawa flunked his face unhappily, and Ayatsuji pedestrians sneered and satirized the older children. Seeing that the struggle was about to start again, Fukuzawa Yukichi really couldn't stand it anymore. The census can continue.

And in a hidden corner, Jian Guan held the world's top video equipment and whispered to Hong Ye who sneaked over: "We are witnessing history."

Hongye wiped his sweat and took his hand, looking at everyone with a smile: "No, we have participated in history."

……

It wasn't until late at night that the incident in the slum finally came to an end. Sitting on the roof, Osamu Dazai sighed while holding his chin under the bright moonlight.

"First force deterrence, then emotional offensive, and finally profit inducement, and Mr. Urahara, who is obviously the person arranged by Miss Uzuki in advance."

"Oh, but the same speech, if Mr. Sen came, it would probably have turned into a bloody incident long ago."

Osamu Dazai said to the three-flowered cat who squatted next to him all night: "What do you think, Xiaohua?"

The Sanhua cat, whom he casually named "Little Flower", didn't answer. It stood up, shook its beard, wagged its tail, and stretched its waist.

Then, avoiding the boy's hand trying to pull his tail, he jumped into the moonlight...