[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

In order to prove the accuracy of my intuition, at around seven o'clock in the evening, I changed into clothes that are convenient for activities and went out.

I'm talking about clothes that are easy to move around in, but in fact, I just pulled out another short bathrobe from the suitcase and changed into it.Cheap Papa is an avid fan of traditional culture, and my mother and I wear kimonos or yukatas as our private clothes.

The yukata didn't have a pocket, and I didn't even bring my cell phone.

It's not completely dark yet, and there are still many pedestrians on the street.I was stopped by the police three or four times before the sun had fully set, on the grounds that it was getting late and minors should not stay outside alone.

Only at this time, I feel that it is best to have cheap daddy by my side, at least I won't be stopped by troublesome policemen.

Hong went out with Andeva before I went out. Considering the hero killer's activity habits, the patrol during the day is basically voluntary labor for finding clues, and the patrol at night is the serious search for the target.

After not taking me, Daddy Cheap seems to want to let himself go a little bit. He didn't go back to the hotel for dinner, so he called directly and said that he had a casual meal outside before continuing to work.

Not so strange.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've realized that the head of the Yuki family is a workaholic.

I checked all the alleys in Hosu City one by one while recalling the materials I had read.When approaching the edge of the city, a strangely dressed young man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It's dangerous for a student to wander outside alone at this time."

The other party put his hand on my shoulder with a smile.I wanted to throw him away directly, but the strength of the other party was much stronger than I imagined, so I could only twist my body stiffly and stare at his face.

Who is it?

"Little sister, you should know that the hero killer is coming to this city." The other party saw me turn around, let go of the hand on my shoulder, and showed a soothing smile, "Hurry up and go home, it's too dangerous at night gone."

Not only do I know that the hero killer has come to this city, I also know that the person who captured the hero killer has come to this city.

I even knew that I was the assistant of the man who caught the hero killer.

But there shouldn't be any need to tell the person in front of you about this kind of thing.

"I'm not a professional hero." I spread my hands, trying to prove to him that I won't be attacked, "Don't hero killers only attack professional heroes?"

"Even so, it's too dangerous for you to wander outside alone!"

Negotiations failed.

I don't know if it's because of the hero society, but most of the adults I met are nosy, especially when it comes to the protection of minors.Along the way, I have been accosted by at least five waves of non-police people telling me to go home quickly, not counting the one in front of me.

I sighed, "...I'm really going to be fine."

Sometimes it is not a good thing to meet people who are too enthusiastic.

"That can't be done," the other party pushed my shoulder and forced me to turn to the exit of the alley. "In short, let's go home quickly...do you want me to see you?"

Where are you taking me, a hotel?

I rolled my eyes in my heart, but in the end I didn't reject the other party's proposal.

It is estimated that this person will not give up until he sees that I have returned to the foothold safely.

But what I didn't expect was that this person was not only enthusiastic, but also talkative.After obtaining my consent to carry out the escort work, the other party even introduced himself familiarly: "I am an aboriginal, a professional hero, how about you little sister?"

"Nyuu, student."

I deliberately withheld my surname and school information.

The heat of the sports festival has not completely passed. The personal information of the top three in each grade will even be scrolled on the billboards in the subway. I was recognized when I was walking on the street two days ago.

Those praises and encouragements are really boring. I obviously don't intend to become a professional hero, but everyone seems to think that I will definitely go on that path.

Fortunately, the light in the alley was very dark, which also prevented the indigenous people from seeing my face clearly.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be another wave of indiscriminate bombardment of "You are so good, keep going!"

"What a good name, Niu Xu." The young man smiled.

"A good name...?"

I froze for a moment.

This name was given by my biological father. I didn't know what such a name meant, nor did I think why he named me that.It's just that I've been using that name for as long as I can remember.

In fact, I can completely abandon the name "Niuxu", but I still choose to keep it.

Probably there is no special reason, those unpleasant things can indeed be forgotten, but if they are done, they are done, and forgetting cannot change the fact that I am a murderer.

Leaving this name is probably also to let myself remember the facts.

"It's cute, isn't it?" The young man seemed to be still smiling, his voice was very soft, but it carried a kind of soothing power, "Niu Xu Niu Xu, although I can't see your face clearly, you should also be with me." A child with the same name?"

Nope.

The little girl in front of you is not cute at all.

I subconsciously retracted my chin, letting my bangs cover my expression.

When I was about to walk out of the alley, I noticed an old vending machine around the corner.The outer shell of the machine painted with red paint seems to have faded, and there are not many varieties of goods.Subconsciously, I wanted to touch two coins from my pocket to buy something to drink, but when I stretched out my hand, I realized that my clothes had no pockets.

"Here, take it." The young man suddenly put a few coins in my hand, "Are you thirsty?"

I stared at the coin in the palm of my hand, and my head was a little hard to turn.

He pointed to the corner in front of him as if realizing something, "That's the exit, go home after buying drinks, it's too late, it's not good for children to stay outside."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Didn't I just say that the hero killer appeared in this city," the native raised his arm and touched the top of my head, "I have to patrol."

If you really encounter a hero killer, you alone cannot handle it.I'd love to say that.But for some reason, the words were stuffed in his throat but never spit out.

Maybe I'm really not very good at pouring cold water on people.

Thinking of this, I turned around and put the coins into the vending machine, and chose two cans of the most common juice.

When he looked up, the natives were no longer behind him.

"It's going too fast...and there are so many coins..."

I held a can of juice in one hand, and slowly fumbled back along the route I remembered with the change in my pocket.Although it was not my intention, at least he sent me to a safe place and offered me a drink of juice. At least I have to return the change to thank him.

When turning the second corner, there was a strong smell of blood in the air that could not be ignored.

Is someone hurt?The natives are nearby, so he probably won't leave people in need alone.

I quickened my pace and walked around the buildings that blocked my view.The first thing that catches the eye is the white feathers on the head of the aborigines that seem to be used for decoration.

"Mr. Native, the coin just now has—"

The juice can fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The young man who was walking out of the alley with me just now was stabbed by an enemy wrapped in a red scarf with an old Japanese knife full of gaps. Blood gushed out from his wound, and the unpleasant smell polluted the air in the alley. .

I know the guy who stabbed the Natives.

He's the reason Papa Cheap and Andro came to Hosu.

Hero Killer, Stein.

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