Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

He even forgot that person's voice, the only thing in his memory is the loving gaze and the melodious piano sound that he can't remember the melody. She said something, gently stroked his hair gently, and laughed again. Yes, with a melancholy that he still can't understand.

At that time, Prison Temple didn't understand why he cared so much about the big sister who could play the piano. He didn't know that it was due to the close relationship between the blood.

When he finally understood, that person's voice and smile had gone away from him.

mom.

Prison Temple circled the school several times, and even tried to rush into the surveillance room to get the surveillance footage of the school. He was so dazed and powerless, but there was a hysterical voice in his heart telling him not to give up, and to find that person quickly.

The mother who lived in his memory.

The one who will give him sincere and unreserved love.

A deeply concerned mother.

"Prison Temple." Just as Prison Temple was about to forcibly break through the monitoring room, a clear and clear child's voice interrupted his movements.Sitting in the small room inside the fire hydrant, the little baby in the black top hat is drinking coffee and looking up at him "what are you doing?"

"...Mr." Seeing the person whom he had admired for a long time, the impulse in his head cooled down a little, he turned around and walked over quickly, "Did you see..." He paused for a while, thinking about his own words , continued, "A woman who looks a lot like me?"

Afraid that the other party would not understand, he frowned and described anxiously, "It's a woman with a hair color similar to mine, but with long hair. She came out of the music classroom..."

"Jiaosi." He calmly interrupted the somewhat flustered description of the prison temple, and took a sip of coffee, "I saw it."

"Then do you know where she went?" If it wasn't for the small entrance of the fire hydrant, Prison Temple would have almost got in and asked her.

"Disappeared." The answer was also very simple, and there was a little ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth when he spoke, "She disappeared into the corridor just after she came out of the music classroom."

But that's not so clear about the illusion.

"What..." Prison Temple murmured, sitting on the ground in a daze, the silver jewelry on the belt made a crisp sound when it touched the ground.

"That lady is indeed very similar to the prison temple." Putting the coffee cup back on the white porcelain plate, she leaned back on the chair and asked leisurely, "Does it have anything to do with the prison temple?"

"That's... my mother." Prison Temple replied in a low voice, sitting on the spot lonely.

"Really?" Without showing any surprise, he reached out to remove Len from the hat, watched Len turn into a gun, took out a handkerchief and wiped it lightly, "But that lady looks very young."

The boiling thoughts cooled down, and his reason became a little clearer. The prison temple, which was dazzled by the fact that his mother appeared in front of him, immediately reacted when he was reminded. He remembered with some astonishment, what he saw in the music classroom That woman is indeed very young.After the woman noticed him, there was no tender emotion in those eyes.

And his gentle mother, even if she didn't die at the beginning, she is still in her thirties now.

So... isn't that woman his mother?

But after seeing him, she obviously showed some surprise. She obviously knew him.

It's not my mother...but I also know him...the appearance is also very similar...could it be...could it be!

[Shocked face] Does he have a sister who lives outside? !

#No, please don’t open your mind so much qvq#

Thinking about it this way, he didn't know when his mother and the old man met, maybe there was a child before him, but his mother didn't say it.

Prison Temple was thinking seriously, and the class bell rang without drawing his attention back. He searched for clues to clear his mind, and then the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was indeed possible, and finally stood up from the ground with a serious face. stand up.

Then why does the girl that Judaime pays attention to also call that woman sister?

Speaking of which, Katoriya is also the same age as him, and his father also has black hair and black eyes. Could it be that back then...

#Enough, Mi looks completely different from your parents, okay? ! #

Prison Temple returned to the classroom not long after the first class started. He kicked open the classroom door with a sullen face, and then Gang Ji saw the cool, domineering and flamboyant look of this guy who was desperately trying to be his right and left hand. Wang Xing walked past him, forcibly pulled the wrist of the girl he liked, and walked out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher and the students. This was like a scene from a third-rate school idol drama broadcast during prime time, which silenced the classroom for a long while, and then The prison temple support group was the first to react.

"Ju Sijun is so handsome!"

This is not the point at all!Tsunade growled inwardly.

"The children of today..." The female teacher on the stage showed a helpless expression that everyone knew, and then showed a loving smile.

Be kind to your size!Your student was pulled away by another student during class!Gangji covered his head with an expression that was about to collapse, ahhh!That guy who always came up and said he was going to be his little brother dragged away the girl he liked!What to do? What to do? What to do! !

Unlike Tsunaki's mood at the moment, Mi still had an expression of not keeping up with the rhythm when she was pulled out of the classroom. Her wrist was tightly grasped, but it was not the kind that would make her feel pain. strength.Although he had a premonition that the other party wanted to ask about Ah Si, Mi didn't know whether he should tell the truth.

She was dragged forward quickly while staggering, while thinking of excuses, she subconsciously looked at the hand holding her by the prison temple. The knuckle fingers and the bone shape of the wrist were also protruding, which looked very thin. The cuffs were still dyed with some yellow powder, and the skin on the back of the hand was a little red.Mi frowned slightly, she wanted to say something, but thought that the two of them didn't know each other well, so she stopped what she wanted to say.

Yusi stopped abruptly in the corridor, Mi almost ran into him, finally stopped his footsteps, and when he passively and innocently looked up at the other party, he saw a completely enlightened expression on the prison temple's face, "I already know It is." He said in a low voice, his tone serious.

Mi pursed her lips, and she showed a puzzled look in her slightly puzzled eyes, "...what do you know?"

Prison Temple looked at Mi earnestly, his expression was not as rebellious as before, his green eyes seemed to contain too many unspoken words, clear and deep.He seemed to want to explain, after thinking about it for a long time, he still only asked "Mom, is she okay?"

If he could still send his sister and the others to Japan, Yuji felt that his mother might still be alive. After all, he had never seen his mother's body.

Mi tilted her head slightly, thinking for a moment.

The mother he said...does he mean Ah Si?

Feeling that the other party might have misunderstood something, Mi didn't dare to point it out lightly. She needed to ask Ah Si about her wishes before deciding whether to talk about them.

Mi's silence seemed to make the prison temple think about something again, his expression became a little heavy, "I won't tell the family members that you are still alive." He whispered, his voice became a little dry, "Just if you can... If possible, I would like to see her."

Mi lowered her eyelashes and covered her eyes, "I need to ask her opinion to see if she would like to see you, Mr. Prison Temple."

Mi really needs to ask Ah Si's opinion first.

"It's okay." Prison Temple replied quickly, with a subtle expectation on his expression, he looked very much like a child looking forward to his parents.He quickly realized his gaffe, turned his face to adjust his expression, and returned to that seemingly calm state.

He has also investigated the black-haired girl in front of him from various sources. It is said that she is an orphan with a lonely and cold personality. This kind of kinship and blood relationship made the girl in front of her eyes seem to have become another person again.

She is actually very beautiful, the color of her eyes and hair is very similar to that of the old man, but fortunately her face is not the greasy face of the old man.Not being taught by a majestic elder like her father by her side made her feel inferior and out of gregarious. Speaking of which, it was also his fault for not fulfilling his elder brother's responsibility.

Thinking of himself, Prison Temple's face became more serious, and he looked at the girl opposite.

"Mi." He called Mi's name so affectionately, held Mi's shoulders with both hands, and said with serious eyes, "I will take care of you."

"..." Ya Mu put on a face, she is now very sure that the guy in front of her must have misunderstood something.

"I'm going back to class." Mi said softly, and made a slight gesture of breaking free. Fortunately, Guiji didn't hold her too tightly, and let go of her after seeing her backing movement.

The silver-gray short-haired boy usually has a bad look and is full of love, but now his serious face is even more handsome, and he was so solemnly said 'I will take care of you', and Mi walked up the stairs After taking two steps, I still couldn't help but turn around.

"Is Prison Lord's weapon a bomb?" She asked in a low voice, and then continued, "Since you don't need to assemble it yourself, Prison Lord shouldn't disassemble the bomb easily, and you don't have to do it yourself if you want to study it. The powder of explosives After all, it is poisonous, and it is not good to contact it for a long time."

Mi glanced at Guiji's wrist, "The back of your hand is red."

As soon as Mi walked into the corridor, he heard a loud shout in the corridor, and a burst of familiar dust and smoke from the other end of the corridor quickly approached from the other end of the corridor. They all opened the windows and looked around curiously.

There was a cluster of flames burning on the forehead of the young man wearing the blue Xingyue underwear. His thin and thin body did not live up to the weak chicken that Sister Yinzi gave him, but his face was so serious that he grabbed her as soon as he came up. The hand asked loudly, "Have you accepted Prison Lord?!"

"..." Ya Mu's face was frowning, her head froze and restarted due to the sudden shock, she moved her lips after a while to say something.

Then I saw the boy in front of me covering his ears and squatting on the corridor floor, his voice seemed eager to escape, "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!"