Wenhao refuses to be touched

WTF? ? ?

My hands were groping around on the tatami, and I was stuffed with a piece of milk cake, which I put into my mouth and chewed slowly.

"Sister, wake up, you don't have glasses, and your eyesight is very good." Ranpo said so with a mouth full of pastries.

I pointed to the Hengchun Weekly in my hand. I bought it at a newsstand early in the morning. As soon as I opened it, I saw "Life and Death" Chapter 2 published in a prominent place.

It was published in the last weekly newspaper, and I naturally bought a copy to support myself. A novella was published in four chapters, and I still have some time to prepare the second novel.

But Mr. Takeuchi is going too far. Normally, this kind of novel should be divided into at least eight chapters. A chapter with ten thousand characters takes up a lot of space. Are you not afraid of readers' protest?

Oh, I won't take up the translation job either. For this reason, Mr. Takeuchi expressed his understanding, not angry at all, and seemed happy to see the result.

Regardless of the digression, the reason why I can think that I am short-sighted and do not know Japanese is that in addition to publishing my manuscript, there are also selected testimonials from readers next to it.

"'The voice from God, from the trap of the devil, it doesn't matter whether it is a god or a devil, I will regard it as a holy voice and listen to it devoutly...' What kind of strange reader is this, too literary and artistic, and it is not at all Criticize my novel."

"Where is there? Oh...wow, nine out of ten readers' testimonials say that Teacher Feiyin is terrible, and one is scolding you...well, it's not scolding you, but a real fan who pretends to be black?"

"Okay, okay, I'm a scary girl." I angrily put the newspaper on the table, and Chaobu took it over and read it with relish.

From time to time, he read the readers' speeches, which made me feel embarrassed and cancerous.

"None of my novels are positive, so is this popular or not?"

They are all talking about something in the philosophy department, and I haven’t had a deep understanding of philosophy, like the wealth of the spirit is above the things outside the body, life is a test, death is another new beginning, and the purification of the soul is the way to heaven avenue...

"I don't even know if they really understand it, or if they can't find the words and are writing nonsense. Could it be Mr. Takeuchi who hired someone to secretly write for me in order to make me look good?"

"If you think about it too much, ghostwriting is still a possibility. The sales of Hengchun Weekly Newsletter have increased by [-]%. It can't be just nonsense. This is a lot of money."

"But, I just want to write about a person who faces life and death freely, and this chapter has just mentioned the impact of the death of the hero's mother on the hero, and the content of his efforts to cheer up has not yet appeared. "

This is also where I am confused. "Why does it feel like the ending of the manuscript has been leaked? Someone actually said that if you learn to be free, learn to let go, you can enter heaven after death..."

"My sister is afraid that people will see the thoughts I want to write. The next article will not be readable. If the newspaper can't be sold, you won't get any share."

I blushed and pinched his nose. "Give me a little face, Ranpo-chan. Isn't it natural to be so worried? I feel that the novel I wrote is a TV series with cliche routines, and I know the end when I see the beginning."

Luanbu didn't think so, he put down the newspapers, and put them neatly folded by his feet. "Shouldn't it be that they have clearly seen through the ending, but more people are looking forward to the follow-up, is that even more powerful?"

That seems to be the case...but...

I carefully looked at my novel published on it, with a look of confusion.Is it really as powerful as they say?In my opinion, it is just a very ordinary work, and even because it is the first work, there are still many things that I am not satisfied with.

Because Mr. Takeuchi has told me that this month’s share will be given to me, and he also told me with certainty that it will be more than the manuscript fee he paid me last time. Well... it’s a bit inflated, I want to change to rent a house.

It’s okay to live alone in the current rented house, but it’s a bit crowded with chaotic walking, and many settings are old, such as the water heater’s hot and cold water, the light bulb will burn out after a short time, the ceiling is blackened, etc...

And Luanbu is so big, it would be better to have a separate room.Thinking of this, I decided to take Ranbu to a housing agency.

My current rent is [-] yen a month, and I plan to increase it to [-] yen. I should be able to form a small room.It's a pity that I went to Yitong agency, and the rented houses below [-] yen are basically not satisfactory.

"Continuing on like this will only increase the budget. Renting a house depends on the location. You must not set up a place close to a certain area. If you are not careful, you will be injured by stray bullets, and the nearby security is also..."

"In this way, the place we live in is not very spacious, but it is a good place to live. Because there are haunted houses nearby, thieves and robbers are basically extinct, the distance from the bus station and supermarket is not far, and the residents are not troublesome. "

Walking beside me, squinting your eyes and thinking: "How did my sister rent this room in the first place?"

"On the way to the agency, I happened to meet the landlord who was distributing leaflets. He didn't want to pay the agency fee and solicited customers by himself. I checked that everything was good, and the landlord is a good person, so I made a decision."

"Is that true?" Ranbu smiled mysteriously, "My sister has a guardian by her side."

"I'm just a helpless orphan in a foreign country. Ranpo-chan must have guessed wrong this time."

"Maybe."

I chatted without saying a word like this, but I didn't take it to heart.After returning home and eating, I glanced at the garbage that had accumulated over the past two days and patted my head. "Ah, today is the day of taking out the trash, Ranpo-chan, I'll go out for a while."

Japan not only strictly sorts garbage, but also stipulates the time for taking out the garbage. If I don’t throw out the garbage today, it will take two days to throw it out, which will stink.Holding two bags of garbage in different categories, I hummed a little song and walked towards the garbage point.

The distance from the garbage point is not far or close, less than 10 minutes away. There are street lights on the road, and there are occasional pedestrians passing by. The shops are not closed yet, so I am very relieved.

When I arrived at the garbage point, there were three big green trash cans and one yellow trash can. I threw the food waste bag into the yellow one. I opened the green one next to it and threw the garbage bag in without looking carefully.

thump.

It was the sound of hitting hard objects, and the sound of garbage rolling and falling to the bottom. I looked at the trash can at my waist with some doubts, and then...

There was a child inside!

A skinny child squatting in the trash can, with ragged clothes, dirty bandages on his arms and neck, and a bandage on his right eye, blinking a pair of big iris-colored eyes, looking from bottom to top in confusion I.

There was a piece of banana peel in his hair, which looked very pitiful.

My shocked hands passed through his armpit and took him out, but he didn't resist, his hands and feet were vertical like a picked up cat, allowing me to look around.

"It's you!"

It was the black injured child I had seen in the convenience store, I bandaged him, and he took the notebook I gave to Ranpo.

"Why are you here?" I hurriedly put him down, took off my coat and put it on his shoulders. It's approaching autumn, and the cool breeze at night can make children with weak immunity sick.

He opened his arms obediently and put on the cloak under my movements, sneezed and inhaled water, looked up at me with a blank expression, and said in a calm water voice: "The organization that raised me was arrested by the police a few days ago. Destroyed, I was afraid of being caught and fled early.”

"Organization? Could it be..."

"The prisoner who burned down the convenience store before is from that organization." Under the light, his eyes were so dark that they almost merged with the darkness. It was so gloomy that it chilled me more than the cool night breeze.

I thought for a while, that organization seems to be called Chuanzhong or Kawashitahui. To be honest, I have a deep dislike for that organization. After all, I almost encountered an accident, but maybe I didn’t really encounter danger. I was worried for a while. Then forget about it.

I didn't expect that this little friend who had been with him for a short time was also a member of that organization.

"That is to say, you have been living on the streets these days? But... why are you in the trash can?"

He said in a very flat tone: "Isn't the trash can just a place to put trash?"

"But you're human."

"If you die, people are also garbage."

I was speechless, because I felt that this kid really thought so. He seemed to really regard himself as garbage that needed to be disposed of, and he didn't have the slightest taboo about death that normal people have, and he ignored life and death.

Suddenly, my stomach hurts a little.I didn't know what to say for a while, my mind went blank, and I couldn't think. I looked at this kid quietly for a few minutes, and he said: "Since you can understand, let me go." Go back. The barrel is a bit high, and I'm tired of climbing in."

His stomach made a grunting sound at the right time, I touched his belly, he didn't hide, he was very calm.It's not flat, but slightly sunken. I even suspect that there are no organs in his abdomen, because it's really space.

"Have you not eaten for a few days?" When I asked, I could clearly hear my own voice was dry and dull.

He shook his head and didn't answer me. He seemed to know that I would not help him. He looked left and right and found a cardboard box next to the trash can.

When I got home, there was a special product I picked up in the trash can in my arms, and I opened the door for me, pinching my nose, squinting slightly, looking at me, and then at the kid lying on my shoulder.

"No—OK!" Luanbu yelled loudly, blocking the entrance to prevent me from entering. "He's pretending. We can't let him into our house. Who knows what the thief has planned."

Gollum...

What answered him was a series of stomach growls, and Luanbu jumped up like a black cat with fried hair and pointed at the child in my arms: "Despicable! I won't forget what you did too badly!"

"Sister, I'm so hungry." The little boy tightened his hands holding my neck, his voice trembling slightly, "Just give me something to eat, Brother Luanbu should be angry, you don't have to bring me back, I won't do it again Into the trash can."

"Ha—you stinky brat——"

"Okay, Luanbu Jiang." I stroked the kid's back that was trembling because of fear, and said in a low voice to Luanbu, "Zaizai has nowhere to go, I can't just watch him starve to death and freeze to death, right? The matter of the notebook is his responsibility." No, educate him well later, okay?"

As I said that, I tugged at Luanbu's little hand, pretending to be pitiful, trying to win Luanbu's soft heart.

I don't know if Luanbu is soft-hearted, but he bared his teeth at me and said, "Anyway, you can't adopt him."

"Okay, okay, then my sister will give him a bath and let him have a meal, and tomorrow I will go to an orphanage to see if I can take him in."

Luanbu stared at me for a while, then nodded reluctantly. "When it comes to doing it, I will never accept him as a part of the family."

I obliged.

Neither can I, and I can't afford to raise two children.And it is just right to have one child in the family. If there is more than one child, I will feel too noisy.Especially when Luanbu has conflicts with children, it is estimated that there will be trouble.

In short, let's inquire about the orphanage tomorrow to see if there is any reliable orphanage that can take in Dazai whose parents died, who was adopted by a pedophile, and who was abused in an illegal organization.

Dazai Zhi, the name of the child, because the pronunciation of Zhi is too long, Dazai sounds like Dazai, so I call him Zaizai.

Not to mention, Zai Zai yelled quite smoothly.

The author has something to say: I usually call Zai Zai, and occasionally I am killed, and the great cause of Zai Zai will never end

[System] Ding Dong, you got Dazai Osamu (10) X1 from the trash can

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