Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

Naranga cannot steal.

This was Miki Nozomi's first reaction. Not to mention her two years of education, even Naranja himself knew that stealing was wrong.

Normally speaking, it is unlikely that someone in the school would instigate the theft, not to mention that it can be thrown into the juvenile prison, which is not something that can be done by stealing a few pieces of bread.

Even without time to go home, Miki Nozomi hurried to the police station, wanting to ask what was going on.

"Two days ago, people who traveled here from other places were in the morning. The things that were robbed were actually wallets, but because they had just come out of the bank, they had a lot of cash and even some jewelry."

The little brother in police uniform explained to Miki Nozomi.

"He accurately stated the clothes your cousin was wearing at that time, and even blocked your cousin in an alley because he was chasing a thief."

"Two days ago? I remember it was when I was in school..."

When I was in school, Naranja appeared in the small alley outside the school, no matter how I thought it was wrong.

"Recently someone saw your cousin hooking up with some gangsters who wandered here recently, but because you went out, I wanted to come back and tell you, but you also knew."

As he spoke, the police officer sighed.

"Little Axi, we absolutely believe in your younger brother. After all, you were also grown up by everyone. Later, someone saw a child who was wearing exactly the same clothes as your cousin. We also found the wig that was thrown away yesterday, but there is no evidence. Use it."

Sighing, the middle-aged policeman next to him interrupted.

"Because the person who was stolen was considered a relative of a small high-ranking officer, and he asked to close the case immediately, because he was leaving here in the afternoon, so..."

The middle-aged policeman shook his head.

"Our low-level policemen can't even delay time."

"Is that so..."

It can be said that it is absolutely certain that the culprit is the gangster who has fled here recently, but because a small high-level person is involved, he can only be convicted directly.

After asking some more details, Miki Nozomi thanked him again and left the police station.

As soon as she came out, she saw Giorno.

"terribly sorry."

no help...

"Giorno, why are you still apologizing?"

Raising his hand to rub Giorno's hair, Nozomi sighed.

"It has nothing to do with Giorno. It can be seen that there is a conspiracy. It can only be said that Naranja... Forget it."

Normally, she had told the gangsters here not to let them take Nalanja, so the gangsters who could hook up with Nalanja or the fugitives were probably the gangsters he was with back then.

Otherwise, although Nalanja is stupid and sweet, he is not being stupid and sweet to everyone.

At this time, I can only use my personal connections to expand my business. Although I was sentenced to a year in the juvenile prison, in this Italy where the underworld is rampant, it is very common to redeem people with money. up.

As long as there is a cable, it is a big deal to spend a little more money, and people will definitely connect it.

And that gangster's organization...

The rare sharpness in the always gentle eyes, Miki Nozomi glanced at the nearby alleys, directly deciding their ending in his heart.

People who lied to me on this so to speak "my territory", huh.

Does it matter when who?

Miki Nozomi is thinking of ways to redeem people, but no matter it is a visit or something, it will take some time.As for Naranja, it's really not good.

It is said to be a juvenile detention center, but the police inside have no friendly attitude towards the juveniles who are locked in, and some of them just spit on them.

In it, no matter how stabbed they are outside, after being beaten by the guards inside, everyone can be considered honest, not to mention that it is written that the guards are always beating or scolding.

"Hurry up, what are you doing so slowly?"

Accompanied by the sound, there was a huge force from the side. Nalanja was pushed and fell to the ground. The same uniform, which was not very clean, was even stained with dust.

All the gloating gazes from around were cast on him, but only a random scolding from the guard came.

"What are you looking at? Do your own business."

Naranja, who had already learned in the past few days that silence would save him from being beaten, got up silently. He picked up the rag and stood up again, wiping the unfinished tables and chairs.

Everyone knows that Naranja has been targeted.

It's just that he could be scolded bloody for a small scolding, and it would be even more serious if he was punished. A slap is considered light.

Few of the children who can enter the juvenile detention center are good-natured, and they are even more skilled at adapting to the wind.Almost at the moment when it was confirmed that Naranja was being given "special care" by the guards, he was already excluded by everyone.

His eyes were hit directly to the ground when he came here on the first day, and the rain on the ground entered his eyes, so that his left eye is blurred now.

So why did things turn out like this?

More than once, Naranja asked this question in his heart, as if he was asking himself or someone he didn't know, eager to get an answer.

But he resisted that answer again.

The so-called "big brother", the so-called "friend", had already been revealed when he was asked to wait there, or even when he saw the acquaintance who ran past with the same dress as himself, didn't they?

but……

Obviously that's not what he said, didn't he mean that he had been looking for him for such a long time?

Why did it become like this?

Naranja was extremely wronged.

"Tell you to hurry up, don't you hear?"

A slap came from the back of his head, but fortunately this time the force was not too strong, it just made him lean forward.

Naranja hastened to wipe the table again.

"Little devil, I'm not talking about you. Since you're here, don't call yourself wronged."

The guard sat down on the chair as well, looking frivolously at Naranja who lowered his head.

"Even if you were really wronged to come in as you said, but if you come in, you are in. I can only blame you for being inaccurate and trusting people you shouldn't."

"Just..." That's not the case...

Naranja wanted to refute, but just said one word, and there was no way to continue.

Is it really not the case?

"laugh--"

The guard sneered and didn't bother to speak.

"People who really treat you well will not let you come here. In short, I hope you can be honest and work hard, otherwise, we can't blame us for not treating you well."

Naranja: "..."

Silently wiping the table, there was only one sentence echoing in Nalanja's mind.

People who are really nice to you won't let you come here...

People who are really good to you...

People who are really... good to me...

Suddenly, his eyes became hot, and he almost burst into tears.

The only person who really treats me well is my cousin...

Pressing myself to study, but never scolding myself because I always make mistakes, thinking about buying seasonal clothes for myself, buying delicious food for myself, calling my name gently...

Why...why have I always been reluctant to admit it?

As time passed, Naranja became more and more silent. He would hold his knees in the middle of the night, blaming himself and regretting, but all of this was useless, and he even felt that his left eye was about to lose sight something.

Maybe I will be like my mother, get eye disease, and eventually die of this disease.

No, there is one more point.

Naranca buried her head in her knees, thinking so.

If I can get out alive after a year, I must say "I'm sorry" to my cousin.

She is the best cousin in the whole world, it's just that she has been stupid all the time.

After a long time of being in a daze, on a sunny morning, he was suddenly notified of a word.

"Lucky kid, someone bails you out, you can go."

In an instant, the eyes of all the children around were strange, with indescribable envy and jealousy.But Naranja, who suddenly heard this surprise, seemed to have not reacted, holding the rag blankly, and even showed a puzzled expression.

"what?"

bail?How could anyone come to bail themselves out?Did you hear me wrong?

"It's you, Naranga, you've been released on bail."

The guard who came to notify directly took the rag from Nalanga's hand and threw it aside, saying yes.

"People are already waiting for you outside, if you want to go out, follow me quickly."

"Huh? Ah! Yes!"

Hurrying to follow the guard, Nalanja pinched the unclean corner of her clothes anxiously, feeling in a mess.

At this time...the only one who will come to bail him is that one, right?But... But it's obvious that I was stupid, even if I was ignored in a fit of anger, is it normal?

But...but...

Naranja raised his hand to his heart, the joy that was throbbing inside made him unable to even speak, he could only listen to its beating fast, and it became more violent as it approached the outside.

coming soon...

Already almost saw...

Even though the gate was close in front of him, Naranca hesitated.

Myself... the current me... can't face it calmly...

Before he hesitated too much, the guard's voice urged.

"Little devil, hurry up!"

"……Yes!"

In the end, Naranja was taken out of the door.

Belonging to the outside world, the air with freedom seemed to be born with a fresher feeling than the inside, and what caught his eyes was the person he thought of.

Naranja opened his mouth, but felt his nose sore.

People who really treat themselves well...

People who really treat themselves well...

"Naranja, why are you doing this!"

Miki Nozomi ran to Naranja's side in a few steps, looked at Naranja who was still wrapped in rags over his left eye, and frowned instantly.

"What happened to the eyes? No, let's go to the hospital!"

Even knowing that the environment in the detention center might not be good, but this is too bad!Naranja lost a lot of weight!I was raised fat and fat before! ! !

Subconsciously covering his left eye, which could no longer be opened, Naranja finally couldn't help but blow his head down when he heard the anxious voice that fell into his ears.

"cousin……"

He whined softly, like a lost puppy that was finally found, even his voice was whimpering uncontrollably.

"Sorry……"

He wanted to hug each other and cry bitterly in that still tender embrace, but in the next second he thought of himself who was not clean at all.

So, he could only stretch out his hand almost cautiously, pinch a corner of Miki Nozomi's clothes, and repeated with sobs.

"I'm sorry...it's all my fault...I'm sorry..."

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There is a child at home, I will try my best to code, the second watch will be late orz