[Comprehensive] There is a Master's House in Yokohama

Yunfu Xingzi once again met the mysterious Dumao Jun.

The other party's state was subtly haggard compared to the last time I saw him, and he seemed to be worried about something.

This is really a pity, because the haggardness of the other party is also reflected on the dumb hair on the top of the head - the golden dumb hair has already limply lay down, showing listlessness.

The two sat down in a coffee shop, Damaojun ordered Americano coffee, Yunfu Xingzi ordered white coffee, and specifically asked for more sugar.

"Miss Yunfu loves sugar like Mr. Sakata." Dumao Jun looked down at the dark bitter coffee in his cup and sighed softly.

Yunfu Xingzi said in amazement: "Has the fanatical pursuit of diabetes by the boss of our Wanshiwu already spread to the client's ears?"

"Who would spread such boring information everywhere?" Mr. Dumao shook his head. "I just know it. Take it as my ability. I will always know all the inherent rules that this chaotic world can't get rid of."

Yunfu Xingzi couldn't answer these words, because she found that she couldn't understand the other party's meaning.

But Mr. Dumao didn't expect Yunfu Xingzi to understand: "I said before that I will apologize for my deception, so I hope you can accept this, which is also my apology."

As he said that, Du Maojun took out a small bottle and put it in front of Yunfu Xingzi.

Yunfu Xingzi picked up the bottle and looked carefully, and could see the black liquid in the translucent bottle.

The amount is small, about enough for a bite.

The entire bottle is small enough to fit in a fist.

"what is this?"

"This is ink, well, just kidding, it has no name, and it can only be used once." The serious Dumao Jun didn't seem to be joking at all. "With your body, once you lose the pages, you will immediately lose your mobility and die quickly, but this thing allows you to leave the pages for a period of time."

Yunfu Xingzi frowned slightly.

The other party knows too much about oneself, but oneself knows nothing about the other party. This is really not a comfortable experience.

Although there was an urge to beat the other party to death right now, Yunfu Xingzi restrained herself, put the small bottle in her pocket, and expressed that she accepted the apology.

Mr. Daimao pushed out another thick envelope: "Then, here is the entrusted fee. I heard that Wanshiwu plans to take over an orphanage. It should be a time when funds are in short supply, right? I hope it will not be too little."

Yunfu Xingzi picked up the envelope and felt the thickness and weight. She couldn't believe it, so she opened it and took a look inside...

My eyes are a little dizzy... I have never seen so much money in my life!

The silver-haired girl pursed her lips, and finally put away the envelope in silence, extinguishing the thought of beating Dai Maojun just now deep in her mind.

Mr. Dumao cannot die, he is a living God of Wealth.

Yunfu Xingzi, who had succumbed to money, drank her white coffee, thought about it a little, and asked: "Although I shouldn't ask according to the industry code, can you please reveal something, why did we ask Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?"

"Miss Yunfu, you also find it strange, don't you? The chief culprit who once caused the leader's rebellion was a powerful guy who could deprive others of their superpowers, yet he died easily in a small orphanage."

Mr. Damao stroked the coffee cup in his hand, but he didn't pick it up to take a sip. He didn't hide at all that he was anxious about something.

"If it wasn't for the fact that the world is so messed up and I can't see the development behind it, I wouldn't have come out to interfere with anything... Well, anyway, let's get ready for everything, something big will happen in Yokohama soon."

"What kind of event is it?"

"I do not know."

This sounds like a deceptive perfunctory word again, but Dumao Jun's expression is too calm, and the calm Yunfu Xingzi can only choose to believe it.

"So, what are you trying to remind me of? Did someone plot against Ryuhiko Shibusawa, or is Ryuhiko Shibusawa actually not dead?"

Mr. Dumao was silent for a moment, and the fingers rubbing the coffee cup like ADHD finally stopped: "What you think is what it is, so it is what it is."

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, frowning at the taste of the coffee being cold.

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Time passed quickly, and several days passed in a blink of an eye. One morning, everyone was almost busy with the things at hand, and Wanshiwu decided to go to the orphanage together again.

They have already obtained information from the cartoonist Blanche, and they need to decide on a visit with three friends from different worlds.

In order for Atsushi Nakajima to return to the Land of Nightmare with a calm and rational mind, we have done a lot of ideological work with Atsushi Nakajima.

At that time, the TV in Master House was still on, and the news about the "Yokohama Knife Trial Murder Incident" was being broadcast inside. The host Yuno Krist warned the public not to go out at night.

Although similar cases and similar warnings occur every day, it still feels strange and unlucky.

In particular, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes were always on the TV, and his expression was quite anxious.

Because of this, although Sakata Gintoki was reluctant to part with his beloved anchor Yumino, he still turned off the TV and promised Atsushi Nakajima that as long as he was willing to go to the orphanage, he would have ten bowls of tea and rice to eat.

To be honest, only Atsushi Nakajima loves ochazuke, a boring food that anyone can make.

In the end, the young boy from the orphanage still agreed, but the main reason for his decision was not the ten bowls of chazuke, but because he felt that he could not drag down the whole house of affairs, and could not let everyone be embarrassed because of him alone.

"Embarrassed? What's the point of that? We in Wanshiwu are embarrassing each other every day."

"No...you can't say that." Atsushi Nakajima struggled for a long time before revealing a little more thought. "Some things, I want to ask the dean face to face."

This was something he had thought about for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to decide.

He wanted to know, why did the dean treat him like that?

Lock him up, but don't tell him the truth about the white tiger's ability.

Constantly tortured him, but suddenly handed him over to the wonderful house of everything.

What is the dean thinking?Do you treat him as a piece of trash that should live on its own, or... do you actually expect something from him?

Atsushi Nakajima is eager to know how the dean sees himself.

He's a kid who's lost his confidence and self-esteem, longing for a few words from the man who once controlled his life.

He wanted to get the final answer from the dean.

The answer about Atsushi Nakajima's "whether he is eligible for a shelter", "whether he is qualified to be an independent person", "whether he will be recognized or not".

For this reason, he was willing to muster up the courage to return to that nightmare orphanage and meet the director of the orphanage who trembled when he thought of it.

"Oh, you want to see the dean." Sakata Gintoki scratched his hair, "Let me tell you in advance, he is already the former dean, and now he is in charge of guarding the gate of the orphanage. Don't call him the wrong name when you see him." Otherwise, the new dean and we will be very embarrassed."

"Hey hey hey - look at the gate?!" Atsushi Nakajima was so surprised that he almost transformed on the spot.

The author has something to say: the number of words in this chapter is 2222, which is really a good number. I don’t want to destroy it, so that’s all.