108 Raiders of Yukinoshita

Hayama Hayato wanted to say don't beat everyone to death with a stick, there are still more good people in this world, but seeing the little boy's pitiful expression mixed with sadness and resentment mixed with a trace of fear, he suddenly fell silent again.

So what if there are many good people?How many bad things are done by good people?

There are few bad guys, maybe one out of 100 or 1000 people, but that mere one is enough to destroy you.

The three-star sun is also silent, because...he has just personally experienced the ugliness of adults.

"where is your family?"

Hayama Hayato asked suddenly.

Logically speaking, even if the little boy's sister is missing, the parents and elders should look for it. Why is it a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy?

This time it was the little boy's turn to be silent, and his face became much darker.

Seeing this, Hayama Hayato apologized in a low voice.

He is also good at observing words and expressions, so he can naturally see the depression in the little boy's heart. Maybe it's because of an accident in his family?

Then, he picked up a flyer on the ground and asked.

"Could you tell me your name? Maybe I can be of help with this...."

"Kobe Asahi..."

The little boy answered softly, and at the same time struggled to get up, picking up the leaflets on the ground.

The three-star boy helped silently, while trying his best to suppress the emotions in his heart so as not to show an idiot face to the flyer.

He didn't expect to meet the person who posted the missing person notice so easily, but unfortunately he couldn't find the salt sauce...

Does he want to help too?

"Have you been missing for two weeks? It's a little tricky..."

Hayama Hayato rubbed his chin and frowned and said, in fact, he had already memorized the information on the flyer, but he just pretended not to know it.

Kobe Asahi does not know how many leaflets he has to distribute in a day, and he will not remember the person who received the leaflets.

So... so... what the hell is he doing! ?

An inexplicable sense of guilt emerged in his heart, which made him a little flustered, and he couldn't help subconsciously trying to escape, and quickly asked other questions.

"Is she your sister? Why did she disappear?"

"Um……"

Kobe Asahi lowered his head, his voice was extremely low, and he did not answer the second question.

Hayama Hayato couldn't see the expression on his face, so he changed his wording and asked again.

"Can you tell me the details of her disappearance? Knowing more information will allow me to help you better."

The three-star sun on the side also listened carefully. He also cared about the information about Yanjiang. If he could find Yanjiang in advance, wouldn't he be able to monopolize the pure beauty?

wrong!How can you have such dirty thoughts!

God!Forgive the impurity of his soul!

Just looking at the photos, he was already satisfied.

"..."

Kobe Asahi said something in a low voice, the voice was extremely vague in the silent night, Hayama Hayato and Samsung Sun couldn't hear clearly.

"Sorry, can you say that again?"

Hayama Hayato said.

"I said...she...was abandoned by her mother...on that rainy night two weeks ago..."

... "Do you enjoy helping people?"

During recess on Monday morning, in Class J, Yuigahama Masata turned around and asked Yukinoshita Yukino behind him.

"It depends."

Yukinoshita Yukino replied softly, without raising her eyelids, she continued to read the textbook in her hand.

Masahiro Yubihama always asks her some weird questions, and she keeps going deeper, and even she needs to think carefully before she can give proper insights.

This might be one of the reverse routines of fishing for girls, but she knew very well that Yuigahama Shota did not have such thoughts.

Someone as smart as him is beyond common sense, even if he doesn't pay attention, he should have almost completed all the studies in high school.

Apart from studying, he doesn't join clubs, doesn't plan to work part-time to gain social experience, doesn't find a girlfriend, doesn't play games, and doesn't indulge in paper figures, so...he is very idle, to a surprising degree.

What are all the smart guys in history doing who have a lot of time to waste?

They are thinking, thinking.

who I am?Where do I come from?What am I going to do?How high is the sky?How thick is the ground?How far are the stars from us?

Plato asked, what is existence?Augustine asked, what is time?

They seek their own troubles, exhaust their energy, use their own wisdom to create pain, and then... achieve spiritual sublimation.

We call them - philosophers.