The curse spirit always wants to push me to the throne

Although I came out of a dangerous place, where is this place?

Mob walked silently on the unfamiliar streets, feeling that everything around him was extremely strange. He had lived in Seasoning City since he was a child, and had never been outside at all. He was subconsciously afraid of this strange city and strange people.

How can he go back?

Mob looked at the busy traffic in front of him, his eyes were blank, everyone had their own purpose and direction, and the same indifference was revealed on his face.

The child swallowed shrinkingly, and stood helplessly on the street. A gust of wind blew by, and he rubbed his arms.

It's so cold, shouldn't it be summer now?

The young man with reddish-brown hair saw a lost child parked on the side of the road on his way to work, and thought of his adopted child, he stopped unconsciously and knelt down in front of the child: "You are lost ?"

Mob glanced at his innocent eyes and the stubble on his face, and lowered his head: "Yes."

The young man touched his chin and glanced at the time: "Do you know where your home is?"

Mob nodded, hope and guard flashed in his eyes, he hadn't forgotten what happened just now, he would inevitably be wary of adults, but at this moment he really needed help.

Oda understood the child's scruples, and thought for a while: "I can take you to the police station, which is right in front."

But having said that, is it really okay for him to go to the police station as a current mafia member?

And now it's his working hours. Oda Sakunosuke glanced at his watch and called his boss. He didn't say that he was going to send the child home, but said that he had some personal business. After being scolded for a while, Oda Sakunosuke calmly hung up Mobile phone, holding Mob's little hand: "Let's go."

Mob rubbed his eyes, but he didn't break free from the big warm hand, he didn't feel any malice from this grown-up.

It should be... you can trust it?

The police station was not far away, and soon someone came out to receive the two of them. After hearing that the child was lost, the policeman asked skillfully, "Do you still remember the phone number at home? Who is there at home? "

Yingshan recalled: "There are parents and a younger brother at home. I remember the phone number, it is xx..."

The policeman called the number according to this string, but all the numbers were empty.

Yingshan was stunned: "How is it possible..."

"Don't worry, you may have misremembered it. How about it, kid, do you still remember your home address?"

"Remember, my home is xx Street, Seasoning City."

Seasoning city?

The police gradually felt that something was wrong. How could there be such a casual city name in Japan?

"Are you sure?"

"Ok!"

The policeman lowered his head and tapped the pen on the notebook: "Is there anyone else I can contact besides the family?"

"There is also a master craftsman who fired the spirit office."

"What kind of office do you open?"

"Exorcism Office, he is a powerful superpower."

"...Well, kid, we police are very busy," the policeman had put down the pen in his hand, smiling reluctantly.

"I'm not lying, it's true."

"But there is no city in this world called"

bump!

Oda, who had been watching on the sidelines, suddenly changed his face, put his arms on the table, and walked out of the gate of the police station without hesitation, taking Shigero Kageyama by the hand.

Yingshan followed him out in confusion: "Well, what's wrong?"

Oda let go of Kageyama's hand when he reached the door, and looked back at the police station suspiciously: "It didn't happen..."

"gentlemen?"

At the moment when the policeman spoke, Oda's supernatural power was seamlessly activated, and he saw that the future police station suddenly shook, and the electric lights that had been in disrepair fell down.

He originally thought it was an earthquake, so he brought Kageyama out, but nothing happened now.

Could it be that……

Oda looked down at the child: "It's okay, I will take you home, don't worry."

A gust of cold wind blew by, mob trembled again, Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, took him to a warm coffee shop, ordered a cup of hot milk, and put his coat on for the child.

"Thank you, thank you." Mob stumbled and thanked, holding a warm cup at a loss, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, "My name is Kageyama Shigeo, and everyone calls me mob."

"mob?" Oda Sakunosuke was puzzled, passer-by?This doesn't sound like a good name, is it a nickname chosen on purpose, "My name is Oda Sakunosuke, just call me Oda."

"Oda-san." Mob naturally added honorifics according to Japanese habits, "Thank you."

Came to this place and felt goodwill for the first time.

"You're welcome, where is your home, can you show me?" Oda Sakunosuke took out his phone, called up the map, and stared at Kageyama's reaction.

Mob searched on the small screen with trembling fingers, and the place on the map that should have been Seasoning City showed another strange name.

He didn't know what it meant, only one thought in his mind.

—He may not be able to find a home.

【Pressure 20%】

Mob was dizzy for a moment, Mob accidentally knocked over the hot milk, because it didn't affect him, Oda Sakunosuke's ability didn't activate, the hot liquid was about to touch the child's delicate skin, his eyes shrank, subconsciously Shout: "Be careful—!"

As if going back in time, the white liquid defied the laws of physics before it could complete its free fall in the air, drawing a splash in the air and falling safely into the cup.

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned, and then suddenly said: "Are you a person with supernatural power?"

Mob's mind is still confused, and he didn't understand the difference between a person with supernatural powers and a person with superpowers: "...um."

No wonder, it seems that the movement at the police station just now was not an earthquake, it was caused by this child.

Kageyama never thought there was anything special about having superpowers, and the adult who happened to be sitting in front of him didn't think there was anything special, so after getting the answer, he calmly changed the subject: "Then do you want to see it?"

Mob looked up in confusion: "What?"

"Go here and have a look." Oda Sakunosuke pointed to the location on the phone, "You also want to check."

"Ah, okay, thanks."

So the two left from the warm coffee shop and came to the boarding station. Oda Sakunosuke went to buy a ticket. Mob stood there obediently. The adult's coat was too big for him, and it could be worn as a coat. A child who seems to be wearing an adult's clothes secretly, the strange dress has attracted the attention of the passengers in the station.

When mob explained to the third wave of inquiring passengers that he was not lost, nor was he trafficked/abandoned, Oda Sakunosuke finally came back.

The big callused hand pressed Mob's pot head: "I'm very sorry, I am the parent of this child, and I went to buy a ticket before."

"That's good." The driver took a few more glances at Oda Sakunosuke's face and the worn coat on Mob's body, his eyes softened a little, "It's not easy to take care of a child by yourself."

"Fortunately."

Mob felt the warmth of his palm silently, without saying a word, but the uneasiness and panic in his heart settled down unconsciously.

It seems that if you are by this person's side, you don't have to worry about anything.

This feeling reminded him of a master.

Master...would you be worried about his disappearance?

Will it cause him trouble?

The price of distraction is that mob was obediently led by Oda Sakunosuke all the way, and when he came back to his senses, he shyly found himself sitting on the man's lap.

Oda Sakunosuke explained: "There are too many people now, so this is the only way to go. Just be patient for a while."

It's the off-duty time in Japan. In this busy city, most people just want to go home after finishing their day's work. The tram is full of people, and there is no place to stay. Everyone has a social animal on their face. I was so tired, I closed my eyes and rested my mind, the crowded space became quiet instead.

Once again, Mob had to hug Oda Sakunosuke's neck, blinking his eyes and looking up at the man's face quietly, but only saw the stubble protruding from his chin.

He is not good at taking care of his image, washes old suits, holds his hands firmly, and has a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

These details gradually outlined the image of his father in Mob's mind. Looking at the passing scenery outside the tram window, the corners of his eyes were quietly wet, and the desire in his heart was soaring like weeds.

He missed his father and wanted to go home.

Feeling the humidity of the clothes, Oda Sakunosuke turned his head, said nothing, moved his big hand from the child's back to the back of the head, and rubbed it comfortingly. The faint words gave calm confidence:

"I'll be home."