Social animals don't deserve love

The corridor from the hall on the first floor to the torture room on the first floor is rarely used by outsiders unless there are special cases.It is more like a headless road leading to hell, with many bones deposited in the depths.

Yada Fubuki stood in the corridor, until he could no longer see the shadow of Mori Ogai before crouching down with his arms folded, shaking like a dead leaf under the autumn rainstorm.

The neat and clean skirt fell on the shiny marble floor tiles, forming a melancholy circle.

"..." She didn't dare to shed tears, and didn't dare to make a sound, trembling like a wounded kitten, swallowing the pain and licking the wound alone.

Not long after, a red-haired boy with a somewhat mature face came up from the ground carrying a bag, and passed her shoulder to shoulder in the unmanned corridor.

He took a few steps forward, stopped, and looked at the "mushroom" on the side of the road with confused eyes-the person who should not be in this building, appeared.

"You... Yada Fubuki?" The familiar voice saved the sanity that was about to collapse.She raised her head, and silent tears ran down her cheeks: "Oda, I just killed someone!"

"..." The young man paused for more than ten seconds, and raised the bag in his hand: "Is it her? It seems that the pain has ended early, and there is no expression of resentment."

And it has been turned into a mass of ashes, just waiting to find a safe place to bury it.

He didn't make a fuss, and didn't post it on it, he just changed his hand to hold the bag, and stepped forward to pull her up forcefully: "My legs are numb after squatting for a long time, the intelligence officer will come over later, it's not good to let him see you. "

There are many female "employees" who "work part-time" in "beverage shops" in that department, and they will do everything in order to obtain information-including but not limited to paying for their bodies.The leader supports and praises their "dedication", and then abandons them mercilessly.

He didn't want her to do that "job".

The red-haired boy walked ahead with a black bag, leading the girl away from the corridor where few outsiders walked.

"Wait for me." He hid her behind a bay window and hurried away, and quickly trotted back, the bag was gone, replaced by a few bottles of drinking water: "Hold out your hand."

Unscrewing the bottle cap, poured bone-chilling water on her hands: "Just wash it off."

The sticky cold sweat on his palms was washed away, Oda Sakunosuke threw away those empty bottles, and took out a bottle of chunky orange carbonated drink from his pocket: "Drink a little and calm down."

He opened the pull ring for her, with the cold orange taste in his mouth, the nausea that had been surging in Yada Fubuki's stomach was finally suppressed: "Why are you here?"

She frowned and looked at him worriedly, and the young man hummed casually: "It's a job... don't look at academic qualifications, don't need an introducer, have a full and regular salary, don't care about the age limit, it's probably only here. What about you?" ?”

"..." The girl was silent.

The designated guardian is the personal doctor of the leader of PortMafia. Such absurd things can actually happen in reality, which is even more ironic than fiction.

There was no need for him to lie about it, after all there would be a record of her whereabouts at the Community Court.

Since Mori Ogai has a way to get a resume that is clean enough to be adopted in the juvenile protection department, his energy will only be greater than she imagined.

This is the real reason she had to "obey".Before she became an adult, she had to endure that man, not to irritate him, not to let him have the idea of ​​"whether he will lose money"...

Seeing her lower her head and stop talking, he turned away and changed the subject: "Aren't you going to drink it? This kind of drink is quite expensive, so it shouldn't be bad."

She subconsciously glanced at the body of the soda can in her hand. The pattern on it was somewhat familiar, and she often bought it from vending machines half a year ago.I have to buy four bottles every time, drink one bottle on the road, and take three bottles home to share with my parents at dinner.

"Hey! Don't cry again. Are you in trouble? Do you need my help? Or, should I take you out?"

Oda Sakunosuke was a little flustered and at a loss.The girl in front of her was crying silently, and the tears rolled down her cheeks in a "splash", looking pitiful.

She shook her head, handed the drink to her face again with shaking hands, raised her head and drank it in one breath: "I want to find a place to wash my face."

The torment that the woman suffered before her death appeared in front of her eyes, and she didn't want it to appear on him.

"Oh, come with me."

He changed the direction and led her to a secluded public bathroom to tidy herself up.The girl walked in, and soon there was the sound of splashing water.

To cover up weak voices.

Oda Sakunosuke leaned on the corridor outside the bathroom and lit a cigarette.

Well, it looks like it can survive.

She came out half an hour later, with water all over her hair, face, hands, and shoes, smiling shyly, just like when she suggested to take a ride with the police.

No matter who brought her into this hell, Oda Sakunosuke thought, that person must have done the biggest stupid thing in his life.

"I'm going back to the treatment room, thank you for the water and drink."

The girl who grew up in an instant circled a strand of long hair hanging on her chest: "If Sakunosuke is to bandage, I will try my best to sew the wound to look better."

She smiled, a blush that didn't belong to her age on her lips and cheeks.

"Go back quickly and find a way to find something better. Killing is not for you."

The boy extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette and threw it away, sighing: "Come to me if you are in trouble."

She didn't deserve to be stained the color of blood.

Fubuki Yada's eyes drifted away for a few seconds, and the drooping eyelashes covered a small shadow under the eye sockets: "Okay, listen to you. That... less smoking, it is not good for your health."

"Oh," Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and imitated her reply: "Okay, it's up to you." Then he took out half a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and stuffed them into the trash can: "Maybe It’s a little uncomfortable, but it will save you some money.”

This time, the little smile on her lips was much more real.

After returning to the treatment room for another half an hour, Yada Fuyuki did not want Mori Ogai to know about his friendship status. After saying goodbye to Oda Sakunosuke, he walked around the corridor for a long time, until he was sure that the smell on his body was mixed enough, and then he climbed like a masochist Fire escape back.

"Xiao Fuxue is back? Come here, your new favorite dress, and the red velvet cake."

The rippling pearl white European-style dress was packed in a beautiful gift box, and she knew that she should choose the dress first with a smile, and then eat the cake.

The hem of this skirt is much longer than the previous ones, so it can be seen that it was purchased specially based on her real body data.The girl in the new dress walked out of the dressing room, a flash of amazement flashed in the young man's eyes, which was immediately replaced by deep regret.

Ah...Yada died too late, why did she grow up!

"As a reward for your outstanding performance today, Uncle Sen also brought another gift to Fubuki, look."

He took out a palm-sized velvet box from his pocket, and inside it lay a pair of ornaments inlaid with cobalt sapphires.

"Uncle Sen has good eyesight, please put it on quickly. Ah, have you ever had your ears pierced?"

He pulled the girl over and held her on his lap for a closer look.

The small pets that are captured must always have a tag on their body to indicate who the owner is.He pressed her tightly with one hand, and took a disposable syringe from the sterilizer box beside him and took it apart.

"Xiao Fuxue likes her ears pierced higher or lower?"

Slowly, she picked up the alcohol cotton ball and wiped it on her earlobe, and the girl replied obediently: "Uncle Sen decides."

"Well, yes." Mori Ogai admired this tame suppleness: "Don't move!"

The needle of the syringe pierced the earlobe, and the blood was quickly wiped off with a new alcohol swab.Until he put the two ornaments on her, the posture of the girl lying on his lap did not change at all.

"Good girl. Welcome to PortMafia and look forward to your future performance." Finally he nodded with satisfaction: "Now sit down and eat cake with Alice."

She stood up gracefully, walked to the seat opposite him and sat down firmly, cut a piece of cake and distributed it to the blond girl who kept kicking her feet.

"I like Fubuki the most~" Alice narrowed her eyes, and she smiled back with a perfect angle: "I also like Alice the most."

Mori Ogai's dissatisfied elongated voice: "Hey—doesn't anyone like Rintaro? It's too much."

"Slightly slightly slightly slightly slightly! Uncle Smelly give up!" Alice picked up the children's tableware and ate the cake with relish, Yada Fuyuki cut a small tooth and touched her lips before putting it down.

She dared not eat it, for fear that her body would grow too fast.

If you don't want to kill again, you must show a higher value than being a killer... The girl sitting elegantly saw the medical equipment in the doctor's hand.

Mori Ogai is a doctor serving the leader of PortMafia. Except for the leader, the more frequently the wounded enter and leave the treatment room, the more he dislikes them, because they take up too much of his time and energy.She knew what he was planning. If she could "create" more time and become the irreplaceable one in the treatment room, she probably wouldn't need to "waste talent" to kill people.

In the next few months, Mori Ogai was pleasantly surprised to find that the girl completed the basic courses that ordinary medical students can only master in two or three years without supervision.

Instead of memorizing rotely, she first self-taught the science knowledge that medical students must be proficient on the premise of receiving only basic education, and then used this knowledge reserve to catch up to the university level.In a vertical comparison, her academic level is not inferior to those who are six or seven years older than her.

The last very similar genius was Mori Ogai himself.

Because of the particularity of PortMafia, there is never a shortage of hands-on subjects in the treatment room, and soon those "Frankenstein suture styles" disappeared from all wounds.In its place are increasingly sophisticated, almost minimally invasive suturing techniques.

Mori Ogai is happy to hear this - it's okay to not want to kill people, as long as it shows value.

In PortMafia, it's up to you whether you want to kill people or not.The young man chuckled a few times to himself, some people couldn't wait to force her to dirty her hands.