Even Dazai can't think of it

The system looked down at this silly child who took the wrong medicine and became stupid with great affection, this kind of weird gaze made Hatsusaki goose bumps all over his body.

Hatsusaki raised her head and looked back at the phosphor screen, eyes full of confusion: "...?"

The system silently moved a corner of the screen and pressed it on her head vaguely.

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "...what are you doing?"

The system calmly said: "It's nothing, it's just that this kind of head-touching can make people sober."

Hatsusaki: "...?"

Hatsusaki: "What weird things did you secretly watch??"

"...I just uploaded the tree hole post on the forum," the system whispered a little guilty, and then he immediately changed the topic righteously, "That's not the point, Saki! Let's get back to the point! Reasoning pays attention to basic laws, Saki, it is impossible to have two 'Hatsusaki' in the same time and space, if such a thing happens, that time and space will quickly collapse, and in this case, it is impossible for you to return to this era alive."

"You should watch less gossip forums in the future," Hatsusaki complained, and then her face became a little tangled, "but this inference is very reasonable! Isn't it?"

"Where is it reasonable? You are guessing without collecting information about the surroundings. Although it sounds reasonable, there is no evidence at all, isn't it?" The system continued: "And if the future 'you' was in the If you are around, will 'you' watch yourself being bullied?"

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "No, no, no—"

"Saki, don't think about the things you don't want to remember anymore, and let the past go." The system's tone suddenly became very gentle, and he comforted, "I will always protect you, don't be afraid."

Hatsusaki: "..."

She hugged her knees and whispered, "I'm not afraid, I've already taken tranquilizers."

But you took the wrong medicine, silly boy!The system affectionately let the phosphor screen hover over her head and press it down, as if stroking, and then the virtual screen passed through her body without hindrance.

"..." The system adjusted the position of the screen silently, pretending that nothing happened, "Okay, girls who sleep late will not look good, sleep well, and go out beautifully tomorrow playing."

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "I can't sleep."

She buried her head in her knees, and said in a sleepy voice, "I want to go home and make tomato fried egg noodles."

The system thought for a while: "It seems that there are no eggs at home, but Zhong should be able to buy them, right?"

Hatsusaki just kept that action motionless, and finally said softly for a long time: "...Well, I will buy it."

Although she told Nakahara Nakahara that she wanted to play for two more days, but because she took the wrong medicine, Hatsusaki was lazy and unable to get excited for the next two days. She just wanted to eat except for sleeping, so she was lazy at the hot spring hotel Nesting lazily, staying at home, living like a salted fish.

She was lying on the bed with her legs crossed and scrolling through the forums, while scrolling through the comments: "Sure enough, according to the frequency of our wish-fulfilling before, rumors of gods who fulfill wishes will become popular again... But this time the battle is a bit big."

"After the war, people's hearts are unstable, and they will believe in the existence of God even more than usual." The system paused, "How about we slow down a little?"

"...No need. You see, they believe in all kinds of gods. If it wasn't for a person with a divination ability last time, no one would have connected with a god like Huang Batu." Hatsusaki put down her phone on the soft screen Rolled around on the quilt, then looked up and continued, "And I want to save money to buy something... I'm too poor, I can't work hard."

System: "Buy something? Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Hatsusaki opened the shopping mall, and found the potion to enhance physical strength from the item category: "I want to buy this, after reading the product description, drinking a bottle will ensure that I can run 800 meters in 3 minutes!"

System: "...? Shouldn't it be within 2 minutes? It takes more than three minutes for ordinary people to run 800 meters?"

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki: "...I'm sorry, I dragged down ordinary people's hind legs quq."

After two days in the hotel, Hatsusaki lay soft on the bed, walked out of the hotel unsteadily, and took the train back to Yokohama.

On the way, she checked the balance and estimated the living expenses of the children. She was not sure: "Are these enough to live for a month?"

Children's food and clothing costs are different from those of adults, and Hatsusaki couldn't estimate it for a while, so the system said: "Anyway, give it first, usually ask a few more questions, and give a few more times to know how much it will cost in a month."

Hatsusaki thought for a while, "Yes."

Oda Sakunosuke usually pays the living expenses directly to the owner of the curry shop, but Hatsusaki is still not familiar with it, so she still gives the money directly to Oda Sakunosuke himself as before.

Today's Sakunosuke Oda had just finished his tedious work, and was planning to eat something to relax in the shop as usual, Hatsusaki was waiting for him at the curry shop on the first floor while eating the boss's special wagashi.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Oda Sakunosuke nodded to her, then sat down beside her calmly, and said to the boss, "An extra spicy curry."

Hatsusaki took out the yellow envelope from his pocket: "I don't know how long it will last for the children's living expenses... If it is not enough, don't force it, and tell me in time."

Oda Sakunosuke touched the weight and thickness of the envelope with his outstretched hand, and he showed a slightly surprised expression: "So many words are enough to live for a long time."

Hatsusaki: "But there are nine children! And in a few months, I will buy new winter clothes. There are places to spend money everywhere."

"That's true," Oda Sakunosuke nodded in agreement, then he changed the subject and said honestly, "You don't seem to be in a good mood, did you encounter any problems?"

Hatsusaki: "...huh?"

She was slightly surprised: "Can you still see it?"

Oda Sakunosuke neither nodded nor shook his head, but just looked at Hatsusaki calmly, Hatsusaki looked outside the door, and the shady store was gradually filled with sunshine, she suddenly felt as if there was something inexplicably relaxed a little.

Hatsusaki laughed: "No, it's all over."

****

Everyone in the intelligence department of the port mafia has been busy lately. All miscellaneous things, such as post-war damage investigation, appeasement of members' families, movements of other organizations, etc., have to be handled by the intelligence department, not to mention the high-level Tasks issued from time to time.

"...The range is locked," the member of the intelligence department with thick blue and dark circles under his eyes firmly pressed the enter button, the video on the screen was quickly enlarged, and the brown-haired boy appeared in the center of the screen helplessly. The members of the department looked at the pink smoke in shock, "Hey, you dare to attack the family of Mr. Chuya, are you impatient?"

"What, what?" Another member heard the words, and asked gossipingly, without stopping to work, "Does anyone dare to do such a self-defeating thing?"

He said in amazement: "Tsk tsk, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. How dare you attack that sister of Lord Chuya with a bazooka—"

"Bazooka?" A hoarse and irritable voice came from the mouth of the intelligence department, the orange-haired boy's back against the light looked extraordinarily indifferent, his cobalt blue eyes swept around the office, and he repeated: "What do you mean? "

"...Hey, hey, that," the subordinate members of the intelligence department sweated coldly on their backs as they watched with oppressive gazes, "Just, that is, when Miss Zhongyuan was playing, a group of people approached the lady with a bazooka... "

Nakahara Chuya's hostility was subtly appeased by something for a short time, and then a larger anger burned deep in his heart, and his tone was full of danger: "So, where are those guys with bazookas now? "

Another member next to him swallowed nervously, dedicated himself to the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two gangs, closed his eyes, and bravely said: "Then, those people are members of the Pengelie family!"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, he quietly opened half of his eyes, saw Zhongyuan Zhong also standing silently in front of him, his momentum suddenly softened, and whispered: "The fire, the bazooka should be attached to Pengo Li Made by the Povino family of the family, the full name is Bazooka Ten Years Later."

Nakahara Chuya frowned slightly: "Bazooka in ten years?"

"Yes," he went on to explain, "The detailed information is still under investigation, but it seems that this kind of bazooka can be used to go to the future ten years later... The bazooka itself has no attack power."

Zhong Yuan's expression was also slightly relaxed. He looked at the computer and looked thoughtful: "Go to the future...?" Could it be that he saw something in the future and was frightened?

If it is just to investigate what Azaki will encounter in the future, it is not impossible for Zhongyuan Zhong to find out. The port mafia happens to have people with abilities who can investigate the memory of items.

but……

Nakahara Chuya really didn't know what happened to Hatsusaki, but no matter what it was, it probably wasn't something that strangers were willing to touch.

"...Forget it," Zhong Yuanzhong sighed as if giving up, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and waved to the people behind him, "Thank you for your hard work."

The members of the intelligence department all felt like they had narrowly escaped death. Although Mr. Chuya was usually very approachable, his aura when he was angry was really unbearable for those who were not in charge of fighting.

The subordinates waiting outside stretched their waists, with a rare look of relaxation on their faces: "Today's work is finally over--Master Chuya, do you want to go to the izakaya to relax together?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the sky, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you guys go."

The subordinates exchanged winking looks, and finally said goodbye to Nakahara Chuya with a smile, turned around and walked out of the Ganghei Building shoulder to shoulder.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it, today is the last day of the sports festival, and the refrigerator at home is almost empty, and he will go to the supermarket to replenish some fresh vegetables and eggs. He has a lot of business trips these days, even he feels a little tired. Just buy a bento box along the way, and you can eat it when you wake up after sleeping and warming up a little.

After taking home the big and small bags of the things he bought, he put them in the refrigerator and tidied them up. Zhongyuan Zhong also yawned in distress, and stretched his waist back to the room.

……

…………

The tip of his nose vaguely smelled complex aromas, sporadic sounds of people walking outside, and Zhongyuan Zhong also woke up in a daze, and then suddenly realized something, he opened the door and looked out of the living room.

The girl was bending down and putting the plate in her hand on the table in the living room. She probably heard the sound of the door opening. She looked along and was stunned for a while, "Are you awake?"

She turned to face him, Nakahara Chuya found out that the girl was wearing the lovely warm yellow apron she bought earlier, Hatsusaki showed him a soft smile: "I made fried egg noodles, do you want to eat?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a blank expression for a few seconds, and the tips of his ears were blushing for some reason: "...well, eat."