For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Rao is that no matter how thick-skinned I am, when I returned to Yokohama, I would have no face to face the elders of Jiangdong.

"Sister Ito, where have you been these days!" Sakuro grabbed my hand and asked.

"Yes, yes, Shinji is so anxious to call the police if he doesn't come back." Kosuke said with his hands folded behind his head.

Shinji blushed and retorted: "How can there be!"

The child Kesi is more real: "Sister Yito, do you have any souvenirs in your hometown? How many have you brought us? Do you have any that I like?"

Yuu saw the essence of the matter at a glance: "Why did Sister Ito and Mr. Dazai come back together, and what did you do behind our backs?"

"The little devil is big." I knocked on the back of the last person's head over Sakuro.

Fukuoka's souvenirs are killers, but I can't really bring them back, so I used the snack packs I bought in the supermarket to feed these little skin monkeys waiting to feed, and waited for them to rush to the table and start to divide up the "property". "At that time, I glanced at Osamu Dazai next to me.

"Ango should be looking crazy for you, right?"

"It seems," Dazai turned on his phone, surprised, "Wow—fifty-eight missed calls."

"…"

If it wasn't illegal to kill, this man would have been chopped up by Ango more than ten thousand times.

However, even fifty-eight deadly serial reminders couldn't contain Dazai's unrestrained heart: "If that's the case, don't be afraid to add fifty more, Ango must learn to get used to it."

I looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Hearing this, Dazai suddenly lowered his body, leaned in front of me and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to stay?"

I leaned back in a conditioned reflex, and at the same time, Sakura covered her eyes from behind and said loudly, "Oh, shame face!"

Kosuke said, "Can you be a little embarrassed for someone who weighs more than 100 pounds, and don't pollute our innocent eyes."

I turned my head sharply to justify myself: "Nonsense, I'm 90!"

Then he turned his head and pushed Dazai towards the elevator: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't come back to see us until you finish the labor reform."

During the time I was running, Yosano and I helped me a lot. I should thank you no matter what, so I bought a small gift and sent it to the fourth floor.

"Please take care of those children, a small thank you is not a respect." After saying hello to Luanbu, I said to Yu Xeno.

"Don't be so polite," the latter put the gift aside, pointed to the chair opposite and let me sit down and talk, "Is your hometown busy?"

"Ah... yes."

Not knowing what Luanbu saw again, he was about to speak when I interrupted him: "Mr. Luanbu, two boxes of thick snacks are gold for your silence!"

He hurriedly raised his eyebrows, still wanting to speak.

"Five boxes!"

Open your mouth.

"Ten boxes!"

After I was satisfied with the sealing fee, I turned the chair around and turned my back to us to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The days that followed were a lot calmer than before, but even the calm sea would occasionally cause waves. There is no doubt that my wind and waves came from my family's family, Fukuoka.

"Good, he's Osamu Dazai. I was very optimistic about him, but I kidnapped my child when I wasn't paying attention!" Jiro was so angry on the other side of the phone, "Come back, we can't be taken advantage of by bad men. !"

I think I have to stand up and say two fair words at this time: "It's not a kidnapping, I came to Yokohama voluntarily."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiro was shocked: "Is it the power of love?"

"...Can you listen to what people have to say, does the word love have a half-cent relationship between me and Dazai?!"

This is the first wave of style.

I never thought that the second person to call me would be Enoda.

"I heard that you and Dazai went to Yokohama?" the other party asked.

I took off the phone and checked it out, and made sure that the caller was the Queen of Ten Thousand Years Squatting, Enoda, before giving the answer: "Yes."

Originally thought that the other party wanted me to help in Yokohama, but he only said two words: "Come on."

Simple words contain infinite meanings.

My eyes were confused, and I asked with some uneasiness: "Are you hiding something from me that is sorry for me... Hey, hey?!"

He hangs up.

I looked at the phone screen restored to the wallpaper pattern, and my mood was quite mixed.

it should be no problem?

This is the second wave of invisible waves.

During dinner one night, the children were all eating around the table, and Kesi turned his eyes to me while he was eating: "Sister Yito, are you not eating?"

"No," I replied, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching TV, "I lost weight."

"...Then what are you doing now?"

I put the yokan in my mouth with the plate in one hand and the other, and after chewing it, I said, "Gather up your strength to lose weight."

Kesi: "..." This might be a woman.

In fact, I'm not very good at cooking, but if a family of six orders takeout every day, no matter how much savings they have, they will lose all their savings, especially when there are five members who have no financial resources. For Japan, the delivery fee plus the order fee is equal to In the case of a country with an order fee x2.

I looked at the takeaway garbage bags piled up downstairs, and I had the illusion that the house would be sold if I clicked on it.

So I raised my head and strutted into the battlefield of a woman's fate, the kitchen, with a full body of glory.

However, when I step back and forth, it is difficult for a humble woman to have rice. Even if I reluctantly learn a skill in these idle days, in order to increase income and reduce expenditure, it is not enough, because in addition to pouring rice, tea and soy sauce like eggs Bibimbap is a food that doesn't deserve an IQ just by hearing its name... I don't either.

So much so that when the children see these three things now, it seems like they have shi in their eyes.

"I miss the days of ordering takeout." You crooked on the chair, as if dying orphaned.

Looking at the slumped friends, Shinji looked up at me, then pinched his nose suddenly, closed his eyes and buried his head, resolutely put a spoonful of eggs into his mouth and poured rice into his mouth!

Kosuke looked at him with the eyes of a god, and it took a long time before he closed his mouth: "Okay, I believe you really love Sister Ito."

Me, who was watching the whole process: "…"

"How about we order according to the recipe and let Ito-san make it?" Yu came up with an idea.

"It's difficult," Kosuke, the monkey-poker, dismantled me as soon as he had the chance. "It's not difficult to order food, but the hard part is to order dishes that don't embarrass her according to Sister Ito's cooking skills."

I stretched out my arm around the boy's neck and dragged him aside for a deep conversation.

The first congress of the whole family of suffering children officially ended. The final result of the meeting was that Sakura and Shinji were in charge of cooking, and I took off my shirt and retired with honor.

I, Hyuga Ichito, the elite from the roots, the genius girl from the Hyuga branch, the rising star of the Fukuoka killer world, has been reduced to the point where I have to live with the stove and sacrifice my blood and sweat for the kitchen and be disliked by a group of little bastards. It's really sad. , sigh!

Seeing my aggrieved face, Shinji next to me came up and held my hand, showing a cute and explosive smile: "It's okay, Ito-san, everyone has things they are good at and not good at. ."

Feeling the warmth in my palm, I couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Are you an angel?"

"Sister Ito said that I am what I am."

... Meow, this child is so worth raising!

The day after the kitchen crisis, Jiro called me again. I didn’t dare answer it at first, for fear that he would say that someone else had already gone downstairs and was about to slash Dazai’s head with a watermelon knife— However, in the end, he pressed the answer button under pressure.

Maybe it was an appearance from God, this time the other party's topic was normal: "Although I don't know why you are going to Yokohama, but when the child is old, you should go out and venture out. I have already told Fuze that if the armed detective agency is staffed in the future If you are not enough, I can take you along, and after the friendship is good, you will not be bullied in Yokohama."

Although no one can bully me, when I think that this is the sincere care from Jiro, my heart can't be warmed any more: "Okay!"

Sakura, who was sitting obediently by the side, asked, "Who is it?"

"My dad," he felt inappropriate after saying that, "Well... it's okay to say it's mom."

"??? Is it my father or my mother?"

With a father's face and a mother's heart, he can be used as a father or a mother.

However, it should be difficult for Saki to understand this at such a young age, so I rubbed her head and said, "Be good, watch TV."

This is the third innocuous wave

After the storm from my mother's house was over, I started to investigate the matter of the psychic.

It is impossible for people to come to another world from one world for no reason. From my current understanding, "power" is the best explanation for this phenomenon.

In the three years that I came to Yokohama, I have come into contact with a lot of supernatural powers, gravity, healing, repulsion, black beasts, and maybe there is "time travel" in some unknown corner.

I can't guarantee that I can get the answer. After all, there are many power agencies on the earth, but Yokohama is the place I'm most familiar with and the place I'm sure I can investigate thoroughly.

"Sister Ito!" Kosuke shouted suddenly, pushing open the door of the room, "Let's have a chat with me!"

I silently closed the laptop, then turned the chair around to face him: "I don't want to kill."

"I will not lose!"

Kosuke's dream is to become a Mafia like Oda. Even if the latter resigns, he will not forget his original intention to study the profound Mafia culture day and night, and can be regarded as a model for contemporary elementary school students.

If you don't agree to him, there will be troubles in the future.

I got up and walked into the living room. I came to a spacious place and put my right hand behind my back: "Come on, take one step and count me as a loser."

The remaining three huddled on the sofa to watch the fun.

It seemed that the posture of giving up his seat to the old, the sick, the disabled, and the pregnant perfectly stimulated the self-esteem of the little boy. I saw him shouting "don't underestimate me" and rushed up directly. I calmly stretched out my palm to hold his fist. , before he could even use the upper side kick, and turned his hand with a tactful—

Kosuke turned half a circle in place, and as soon as I let go, he fell down because he couldn't find a support point.

"More than enough strength and lack of reaction ability," I pulled him up and commented, "I can play more games like dodgeball in the future."

"It's not playing games..." Kosuke pouted a little unwillingly.

"Different people have different training methods. You can see that Sakuro's fingers are so flexible that they turned out the rope?"

"How did Ichito-san become so strong?"

I thought about it for a while and asked, "Want to learn?"

The child nodded like pounding garlic: "Mmmm!"

Seeing this, I squatted down, frowned and looked at him very seriously, Kosuke felt that he was about to be taught a peerless martial arts, subconsciously swallowed, and the whole person became tense.

Then I leaned closer to his ear, lowered the volume, and spoke slowly...

"If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace."

Yukisuke: "…"

Kosuke: "No, you must be lying to me."

"Hahahahahahaha that's not the case!"

"…"

At this time, Yu, who had just gone downstairs to buy something, came back. He looked at me, who was teasing Kosuke who was in a state of rage, and said, "Sister Ito, there is a big brother downstairs looking for you."