About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

028 Vending machine tragedy (one of them)

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It was already past seven in the evening when we arrived in Yokohama.Kise got off the car in advance near Haichang High School, and his apartment is near the school.But now I sat in the taxi and yawned, wiped away the tears I squeezed out, and obediently waited for Zhong to pick me up.

Oh, don't get me wrong.Although I am indeed a bit squeamish, it is not to the point that I cannot go home by myself, and it is not that I do not forget the address of my new home.

I just forgot my wallet in my desk and couldn't pay the fare.

Fortunately, the taxi driver is a very kind uncle, and I didn't blame me for wasting his time. He just told me, little girl, don't be so confused when you go out next time. You look like a junior high school student, right?

I'm in high school... I muttered a correction under my breath.

Oh oh!Sorry, I'm already a high school student.

The driver master touched the bald part of the top of his head that was illuminated by the street lights outside the car, looked up at me in the rearview mirror, and said: "Look at you, you are so small, I thought you were my little daughter who just graduated from junior high school." Almost big.

I was a little bit annoyed, I felt that the master was beating around the bush and calling me short.

Fortunately, the car was parked at the gate of the community, and Zhongye came very quickly.During the vacation, he finally took off his suit, wore a sweater and a hood, walked quickly and poked his head into the window of the passenger seat, and asked with a dark face, full of sleepiness, "Master?" ,How many?"

Some people say that men are the most handsome when they swipe their cards at the checkout. Although this kind of thinking is more or less money-worshipping, I must admit that Chuya is indeed handsome when he checks out.

The driver was looking for change while still talking to me: "Little girl, did you quarrel with your brother? Next time you go home, you will go home with your brother. After the husband and wife are separated, they are strangers, but brother and sister Blood ties cannot be parted for a lifetime."

I am speechless at this uncle's brain-filling ability, but what makes me more concerned is what he calls "blood relationship".

Chuya and I have no blood relationship. Will we be separated because of this?

I angrily explained before Chuya's face turned darker: "There was no quarrel! My brother is no longer a high school student! I didn't go home with him because he was working!"

Then I got out of the car quickly amidst the surprised feeling of "So it's like this" from the driver.

But before I could speak, Chuya raised his hand first and flicked my forehead gently, but it still hurt a little.I covered my head and whimpered, and saw through my fingers that Chuya's anger really disappeared in an instant.

He scolded me, "Every day I lose everything, if I'm not at home, would you sell it for the fare?" While talking, he took my schoolbag and led me back.

I followed Chuya, staring at his long hair with my mouth shut.Chuya didn't put them all up to the side of the neck today, but spread them all over the back.If I let him know that I didn't take this thunderous and rainy lesson to heart at all, this handful of long hair would probably blow up along with Chuya.

But what does that matter, Zhong also knows that it will not take a day or two for me to actively admit my mistakes and refuse to repent.

No matter how big a basket I poke, someone will take care of me—this kind of unscrupulous arrogance was fueled by him himself.

When I got home, I immediately threw myself on the sofa and took out my phone. The inbox was empty, and Orihara Rin hadn't sent me a message yet.

Zhong also asked me if I had dinner, and I said I had, lying on the pillow.

He turned around and went back to his room with an oh, and he had already changed his outfit when he came out.Shirt, vest, long trench coat, and his hat.

As soon as I saw the hat, I remembered that it was almost May, and almost half a year had passed since the last time I visited Mr. Lan Tang's grave.

"Chuya, where are you going?" I looked up at him, blinking my eyes.

"Going out, do you want to follow?"

Alas!I immediately got up, "Can you!"

"Well, it won't take much time. And let Miss Hongye's men keep an eye on you, lest you sneak out with me and see... those things." He paused, thought for a while and still didn't say that word.

"Oh..." Hearing what he said, I froze a lot in an instant.Not because he isolated me, but because I knew that Ms. Hongye was there.

But it's good to stay with Zhongye for a while.

I ran back to the room to change the Ice Emperor uniform on my body. The last explosion filled my closet with dresses and kimonos prepared by Ms. Momiji again. I rummaged through the closet for a few minutes before finding a thin velvet sweater from the bottom Wear it with a pair of trousers.

"Let's go, let's go." I yelled and ran towards Zhongya who was standing in the entrance, and was about to squat down to change my shoes when Zhongya picked me up.He held my face with one hand in disgust, and picked up the comb that I threw on the shelf with the other.Then I remembered that I must have messed up my hair when I changed my clothes just now, and while combing my hair, Chuya muttered bitterly: "Sister Hongye has taught you how to dress yourself, why did you raise such a little girl?" Crazy..."

I also have a lot of complaints about his complaints.Because Chuya didn't know that every time Ms. Hongye took me out, it was not to teach me how to dress myself, but to dress me herself!

In order to wait for me, Nakaya left the house 10 minutes later than expected.

Being a girl is too much trouble.I did have the idea of ​​cutting my hair short, but when I thought of Ms. Hongye who was absolutely against it, I stopped thinking about it.

I asked Chuya, and I also asked what kind of business Mafia, the port of Oda, does.

But the answers they gave me were very similar but not similar.

But what they all said is: Port Mafia is involved in every means of making money you can imagine.

As for the specific content, I once peeked at Zhongye’s work with a telescope at a distance of 500 meters (he can sense the range of my AIM diffusion position is 500 meters, to be honest, this range is too big!).

Although there were many shelters in the port and it was midnight, after Zhongya left, it was not difficult to guess what happened just now through the bullet casings left on the scene that had not been cleaned up in time.

The sea breeze will take away the smell of gunpowder and blood.

And Odasaku's answer is much more plain and unpretentious.He has mediated the Xiu Luochang of a director of a Hong Kong under-the-line company and his wife’s mistress, dismantled the duds behind the building of the Hong Kong and black office, taught a lesson to the gangsters who bullied the elderly in the jurisdiction, and confiscated white powder that was not normally circulated in the market. , and also helped a mentally abnormal lady find her husband.

Oh my god, this is Mafia!I exclaimed that his work was as complicated as that of the military and police.

Ms. Hongye didn't expect to see me at such a late hour.She easily picked me up and turned around, then pinched my face and said that I would lose weight after a few days. Although she could understand that adolescent girls love beauty and thinness, it is impossible not to eat well.

Chuya laughed out loud after hearing this, and recounted my embarrassment to Ms. Hongye before I went out.To say that she thinks I love beauty is overestimated, but it must be true that I didn't eat well.

After hearing this, Ms. Hongye smiled, and picked up the paper umbrella leaning on the side of the sofa with her backhand and knocked it on Zhongye's head, "Now is an important period for children to build up their self-confidence. How do you, the guardian, say? The intelligence team here will pick someone to teach you?"

Zhong also shrank his neck and said that he would pay attention next time.It's getting late, Miss Hongye.She has to go to school tomorrow, so she has to go to bed early.

Ms. Hongye put down her hands, straightened the haori Michi who was on her body, and did the same.

Then Ms. Momiji turned to me and immediately changed her face.She stroked my hair and told me to stay here. She and Zhongya will be back soon.

This is a leisure club under the black name of Jiagang—the kind that is formally operated without tax evasion or tax evasion.

Turn on the TV, Yokohama Station is broadcasting a new drama starring Heiwajima Yu and his new partner Sanbe Ruri.This kind of old-fashioned approach is not uncommon in the entertainment industry, but it is an idol drama that uses good looks as a gimmick, and there is no brilliant plot.

I chewed the potato chips prepared by Ms. Hongye with a lack of interest, and thought that although singing after drinking was ugly, it was a natural sound when it was serious.Since there are so many ways for Hong Kong gangsters to make money, can Mr. Mori consider sending Chuya to debut as a singer someday.

Just as I was wandering, the suddenly lit phone screen drew my attention back.

【You have received a message from [Ganle]】

Orihara Lin finally figured it out.I proudly hummed and clicked on the notification.

As a result, only one picture was seen.

In the picture are the ruins of my previous home that I am so familiar with...

In the scorched blackness, apart from the drawn yellow cordon, there was also a group of people in uniform standing at the scene after the fire.

They are neither ordinary firefighters nor military police.

They wore bulky, even fat, pure black firefighting suits with fluorescent piping, as if there were endless blue flames burning inside.

[A special fire brigade established to destroy the flames of the blaze, save people who are frightened by the threat of the blaze, and save the soul of the blaze]

This sentence about the fire sergeants in the photo came to my mind.

In this era of different abilities and personalities, along with human evolution, there is also a "spontaneous human combustion phenomenon" with unknown reasons.

Humans with this phenomenon in their bodies will inevitably turn into "flame men" who burn from the inside out, and they will continue to destroy the surroundings until they are turned into ashes.

The mission of the special fire brigade is to unravel the mystery of the phenomenon of spontaneous combustion of the human body and suppress the flames who keep doing evil.

Didn't my home disappear because of the explosion?I stared at the picture and scratched my head. Could it be that the group of people who raided my house dropped a bomb instead of a bomber?

But it's not right to think so, after all, if it was really Yanren, I should have seen it and dismantled it by the way.

Forget it, come back later and talk to him.

I unpacked another bag of potato chips and bit into it.

Ms. Hongye does not lie to me.But within an hour, she and Chuya came back together.

I was about to tell Nakaya about the picture just now, but he asked me first, "Did you dismantle a vending machine near our house when you went to find Ango Sakaguchi last time?"

I nodded blankly.

Then Zhong also let out a long, long breath.

And then I heard him say: "What you break, you have to fix it yourself!"

He must have remembered the history of blood and tears when the motorcycle was dismantled... I hummed in dissatisfaction, and let me go to bed early as agreed.