Hero, I want to accompany you all

This article is actually a house fight essay.

How do I know?Hmm... I basically listened to what my mother said.Since I was very young, my mother often hugged me and cried, saying that she was sorry for me, not to mention that she did not make me a prostitute, not even a concubine, nor was she reborn through time travel. promising.

Which of the ladies and gentlemen in our backyard is not more like a protagonist than me?It's either rebirth or time travel. There are those who carry space with them, those who cultivate truth, those who have everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even those who are not good enough can embroider double-sided embroidery. They have a calm temperament and everyone loves them. How do you lose sight of everyone?

Not just the main character, I don't even have any important supporting roles or cannon fodder villains. Wherever I put it, it will be the background board of the background board, which is not as powerful as the newly recruited little maid under the kitchen - that girl is only six years old. He will make plans, burn Buddha and jump over the wall.

There are so many capable and potential protagonist candidates, but no one knows what the main line of this world is and who the protagonist is.

Of course, this is an essay about a house fight. This is a fact recognized by our family—the family name is Wenren—but the author of this article has never appeared, and our story has not been officially published, and everyone does not know about it. How does the writer write.

So everyone is trying to express themselves, thinking that they are the protagonists, and what they walk is the main line of this article.Who knows?Anyway, Zhai Dou has always been a concubine's concubine's daughter, his wife dotes on his concubine, and his concubines only occasionally appear in the background. A concubine like me who has no supernatural powers probably doesn't have the chance to appear on the stage very often.

Later, my mother passed away.According to her suicide note, she did this to let me have a background experience that would increase the depth of the character, lest I really have to blend in with the background in the future.

I really didn't expect her to have such thoughts. If I thought of it earlier, I wouldn't hide it from her.

That's right, I've been hiding my true identity tightly in order to protect myself in this mansion full of intrigues, and also to protect my weak and helpless mother who is as grieving as cloves.It's a pity that my way of thinking is too different from hers, and my low-key and forbearance has become a reminder to increase her burden.

well!I am sorry for her.But even if she knew my identity, I'm afraid she wouldn't have much more hope than now.

I have been hiding my identity as a time traveler and growing up like an ordinary child, just because I have known myself for a long time.I already know that in this otaku world, I will never be the protagonist, because I am transported from another world——

I am a detective.A detective from the plane of reasoning manga.

With thousands of detective cases in my chest, on the first day I traveled to this world, I was keenly aware that this world is not the world where our detectives should exist-this is a world with an ancient Chinese background, Represented by young detectives such as Conan, Kindaichi, and L, the modern technology cheats that we detectives should open are very difficult to open in this world.

A detective without a cheat, no matter how many people he can kill, how can he be considered a qualified detective?

What's more, I've grown up so big, it's okay to die—my mother doesn't count, she committed suicide instead of being murdered.If there is no murder case, how can I, a famous detective, have a chance to appear on the scene?

I, a well-known detective from the orthodox reasoning plane, will never be compatible with the aura of this kind of Xiaoyan Zhaidou world.Born in such a world where everyone is locked in a house and fights back and forth, and the ultimate goal is either to marry a good man or to prevent others from marrying a good man, my ability is considered as a hidden gem.

No way, life always has to go on.Whether I want to do nothing in the future and accept my fate as a forgotten bastard, or leave this house and become my famous detective, right now I can only live in the most stable way.

I looked at the ordinary servant woman I saw outside the door for the first time, and imitated the tone of this person who lived in the world and asked: "I don't know what to call this mother. What elder did you order me to do?"

The maid frowned helplessly, and replied in a rough voice: "Master Zhan, have you forgotten your servant again? The servant is Mother Qin from the Da Furen's courtyard! The master is going home every day, and the Da Furen ordered the slave to take you Greet you at the door."

Mother Qin?She is Qin's mother in the madam's courtyard?Well, they look...forget it, the voices are indeed similar.But I have carefully observed Qin's mother's hand. There is a very serious scar on her right little finger...

"Master Zhan, don't look at it. The last time the servant came here, he was scalded with oil. It has been raised for half a year, and the scar has already healed. How can you wait for you to test people with the scar. The servant is also an old man in this family. It's just that you don't recognize people, are there any maids around you who don't recognize them?"

... I don't want to be pretentious with this kind of menopausal woman who makes unreasonable remarks, so I just treat her as Qin's mother.I carefully observed her appearance, trying to find a memorable feature, but this person didn't give me a chance to look more, turned around and walked out.

Tsk, this kind of gait, this kind of waist twisting frequency, more than 70.00% of the women in the house are like this, and the rest are doing rough work, so they don't twist their hips and tails like this.

It's really sad for a detective that he can't even recognize a mother-in-law.By the way, my mother believed that I didn't have half the protagonist's appearance, and it had something to do with my prosopagnosia.The protagonist of any Zhaidou novel must first have the ability to recognize people and remember people like a high-definition camera. When he sees a little girl pouring water, he must be able to recognize which room she is, which master is next to her, or a strange face outsiders.If you are outside, you will be able to recognize the lady of a certain mansion or the son of a certain family just by the description of the servants. If you meet them, you will never forget them for a lifetime, and you will recognize them after decades.

Not to mention house fights, even the protagonists of detective novels must have such skills.But prosopagnosia can't really blame me.I was transmigrated from the plane of comics, and I suddenly transmigrated from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and the people around me don’t have the same look as in the comics. How can people remember this?

Heaven is jealous of talents, nothing more than this.I have a lot of detective skills, I have neither cheats nor tricks, and now I have face blindness. The road of detectives seems to have a very bright future.

I sighed to myself, silently followed Mother Qin to the main gate, and saw the crowd who were already there waiting to greet my father.Although it is a family, but my father's generation of brothers all live in this house, and my father is the eldest brother, even the younger brothers have to come out to greet him when he comes back.The three house owners and servants are crowded together, and the people are black and white. Looking at these people, I deeply understand the importance of family planning.

After waiting for more than two hours, my father who had never met arrived at the door in a carriage.I squeezed into the outermost layer of the crowd, and tried my best to stand on tiptoe for a long time without seeing what he looked like.

Come on, if you can't see it, you can't see it.Anyway, the fathers in Zhai Douwen are rarely used background characters.Except for the mistress and the concubine fighting for favor, or the daughter and concubine framing each other (including the son and concubine framing each other), basically he doesn't have much role in the scene.Of course, a bastard like me who doesn't even have anyone to frame me will never be able to catch up with that kind of occasion.So up to now, I should be in the fourth grade of elementary school according to my age, and I have never formally seen what my father looks like.

He was carried into the house in a lively manner, and I followed the lively crowd to the courtyard where my grandparents lived, followed a woman who didn't know if it was Qin's mother, and kowtowed to my grandparents whom I hadn't met much. , kowtowed to his father again, was taken out of the door, and returned to his small courtyard.

When I returned to the house and looked at the cold food served by the maid, I suddenly thought of the appetizing snacks on the tables in my grandfather's house.The world of Zhai Douwen is really cruel, let alone the feudal backwardness, not to mention polygamy, and abuse children so openly.But fortunately, this is not the real world, and one can't die if you miss a meal, so I won't hurt my appetite with those things on the table.

I put down my chopsticks and went to the courtyard to do radio exercises in the dark.

Yes, I have been paying attention to physical exercise since I was very young.Although there are no high-tech plug-ins available, my physical fitness and fighting skills can be improved through exercise.Now I can run [-] laps in a row in the courtyard and jump on a half-meter-high boulder. If I continue to exercise, I may become a judo master like Mori Kogoro in the future.

As I was doing it, I suddenly felt that someone was looking at me somewhere.Don't underestimate the intuition of a famous detective. Although I didn't say anything else, the intuition and reasoning ability that a famous detective should have, as well as the instinct to avoid danger, are still there.

With this intuition, I looked up and looked outside the courtyard gate.Under the moonlight, beside an old locust tree, stood a woman in fluttering white clothes, with two locks of long hair hanging down in front of her - Sadako!

No, we have to believe in science... Believe in national conditions, there will be no Japanese female ghosts in this fiction about Chinese history!I gritted my teeth, swallowed the "Zhenzi", and stretched out my right hand to him with the demeanor of a detective: "Hello, I am Wen Renzhan, a detective...cough, I am Wen Renzhan's fourth son." son."

Sadako floated forward again, leaned in front of me, ignored my friendly right hand, raised her hand to hold my chin and looked.After such a close look, I can see that he is not a female ghost, but a man, and he is still a high school student.Asking him to support his chin like this, I felt that the neck was not long enough, and the skin under the chin was pulled too tight, so I quickly shouted: "Let go, the neck is broken!"

The male ghost put down his hands, smiled, and let out the peculiar sound of a teenager in the voice-changing period, a bit like stepping on a duck's neck: "It turned out to be the fourth son. I saw that you were still practicing in the courtyard in the middle of the night, and I was curious and disturbed you." .”

I shook my neck and took a closer look at the male ghost's features. No matter how unfamiliar I looked, I had to ask again: "Who are you? It's getting late, why are you wandering around here?"

My yard can be regarded as a remote place, and the servants usually don't pass by here, let alone such a young master who looks like he came from a rich family.

The young master smiled again, but changed the subject: "Your kungfu is just for show, but it is useless in reality. It's a pity that you are so weak. How about I teach you a set of really useful kungfu? "

martial arts?Aren't we Zhai Douwen? Why do we still have martial arts?

Wait, since this man is not from our family, he might be some sister's future husband or suitor.Maybe he thought I was young, and planned to use this martial arts as a bait, and asked me to help him pass a note to his girlfriend, or book a date?This kind of help is just a help, anyway, it doesn't hurt anything. It's a house fight. If the heroine doesn't find more boyfriends, what kind of cool novel is that?

I thought deeply for a while, and replied calmly: "I learned martial arts from you, how can I repay it?"