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The only sound left in the room was the sound of pens rubbing against paper and pages turning, but the atmosphere was more relaxed than before when no one spoke.

Weitzman casually wrote down the calculated data in his hand, and was startled by the sudden sound of the alarm.Looking up, it was almost the time for Chuya Zhongyuan to leave school, and it would be too late if he didn't buy dinner.

The evening in midsummer is quite friendly, unlike the noon-distorting heat that distorts sight everywhere, and the faces of pedestrians on the street are full of relaxed and happy smiles.

"It's a good day for a walk."

Seeing the old woman with the basket stop, Weitzman smiled back, "Yeah, much more comfortable than yesterday."

The white hair was neatly coiled behind her head, and the wrinkles on the face of the woman Weitzman called Mrs. Chiba were kind. She looked gently at the boy who followed Weitzman, "This is the Chinese Brother too?"

"It's a child of my friend's family." Weitzman pulled Oda Sakunosuke to his side and rescued the cold-faced boy. "He's a little shy and doesn't like to talk."

Probably the lonely aura on Oda Sakunosuke touched Mrs. Chiba, her eyes became more loving, she squatted down and took out a small handful of sugar from the basket and handed it to Oda Sakunosuke, "I live upstairs in your house, You and Zhong also call me 'Grandma Qianye'. We also have a child at home, so come and play with him when you have time."

Oda Sakunosuke stood there without moving, just staring at the colorful candies silently.

He couldn't make this promise, so he couldn't accept the other party's gift.

"Thank you very much. I will take him to your house as a guest in a few days."

Weizman reached out to take the handful of candies, stuffed them into Oda Sakunosuke's pocket, and then pushed his shoulder, "It's time to thank you."

"Thank you." The voice of thanks sounded dry, and Oda Sakunosuke added solemnly: "I will go if I have time."

After bidding farewell to the neighbor, Weitzman noticed that the gaze of the teenager beside him was no longer fixed on a point behind him, but shifted to his pocket, and his face also rarely showed a bit of puzzlement.

This killer is not very old, but he has experienced experience and fluent skills. It is hard to imagine what kind of life he lived in the past.So it seems that he will need some time to get used to being suddenly pulled into the world of ordinary people.

Weizman walked to the side of the stall following the aroma, ordered three sets of takoyaki, put the one belonging to Chuya Nakahara into the bag, took a bunch by himself, and handed the rest to the person next to him. boy at hand.

"The takoyaki here is the best I've ever eaten, try it, it's definitely worth it."

"No matter how close you are to me, I can't tell you the information."

Weitzman was taken aback by the young man's calm gaze, and then he smiled helplessly, "You can talk about those things if you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't. If I want to check, I can know all the contents as soon as tomorrow."

"I'm making a contribution to society by doing this. Just using a few candies or a string of small balls can control a powerful killer like you, which can be regarded as indirectly protecting many people." Weitzman agreed as he said. Nodding, "It's really a profitable business. Maybe I have a talent for business."

Thinking along Weitzman's train of thought, Oda Sakunosuke almost thought it was the same, but then he felt the restraint on his neck and didn't speak any more.

Afterwards, Weitzman fulfilled his promise and took Oda Sakunosuke to visit upstairs, and also photographed the scene where the cold boy was at a loss for the five-year-old.

Although he still looked at that expressionless and even a little blank face, he could vaguely feel that he was integrating into this trivial and ordinary life, and slowly established a bond.In short, it is much more pleasing to the eye now than the lonely and indifferent look when we first met.

The doorbell was rang, and Weitzman opened the door, only to see a strange man standing at the door, about 40 years old, taking off his hat to say hello to himself.

"Take the liberty to bother me, Your Excellency Weitzman." The man's mustache made his smile look a little playful that didn't match his age, which made people feel good. "You can call me Natsume."

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

"I heard that you have encountered some troubles in Yokohama. It is more convenient to leave this kind of matter to the locals."

The two exchanged a few words of courtesy, and Weizman turned sideways to invite him into the room. It seemed that this Mr. Natsume had some information, and maybe he knew his identity.

Oda Sakunosuke just looked up and went back to sit on the stool in the corner to continue reading.

Weitzman took Mr. Natsume to the sofa to make tea, and then rummaged through the cupboard to see if there were any biscuits that could match.It seems that they will chat for a while today, and it would be rude to only drink tea.

When Weitzman returned to the living room, he saw Natsume and Oda Sakunosuke communicating without barriers, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Picking up the black tea and taking a sip, Natsume Soseki Weitzman looked over and stopped at the boy who was reading with his head down, "The killer organization that kid belongs to is also ranked among the top in the country, and it will be very laborious to investigate. "

"You didn't completely deny it."

Natsume Soseki laughed, and nodded without hesitation, "This is what I can help. Whether it's that child or your adopted child, as long as you want, I can handle the whole thing."

"Mr. Natsume, what's the reward?" Weitzman asked calmly, "I'm sorry if it's beyond my ability. I can probably solve these things myself, but it will take a little longer."

Natsume Soseki just smiled and did not speak. Weizman, who sensed what he meant, raised his hand and opened up an isolated space, "No one will hear it now, please speak."

"There are not many opportunities to get in touch with people there, but Yokohama is still protected by her own people, and there is only one thing I need.

"Next, I will build a Yokohama with a "Three Moment Vision". I hope you can make a statement at the right time, as long as you are in your current capacity."

The implication is that he will not reveal his identity as the silver king.After listening to Natsume Soseki's general plan, Weitzman propped his chin and thought, Yokohama is indeed in some turmoil at present, and Nakahara should continue to live here after he leaves...

Although Chuya has powerful supernatural abilities, in a situation where the dark tide is surging, being strong does not mean everything, and it may even bring disasters.

"I agree." Weitzman held the hand extended by the other party, and then looked at the figure pretending to be a transparent person in the corner, "That child is also entrusted to you."

Since he was allowed to get in touch with this world slowly, he couldn't just give up halfway.

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