The found Tuo is three and a half years old

I have no idea about money, but I know Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is rich.

Not only does he own his own cruise ship, he even has a private port in Yokohama——

I don’t know how much money is needed to do such a thing, but Fyodor mentioned to me that it’s because of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and his private port, even if I don’t have the common identity of this era Information can also flow in and out of the country at will.

All in all, in one sentence, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is really easy to use.

However, Fyodor said that there was something that had to be dealt with, but Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, a useful tool man, was anxious to go to Yokohama to find the ability he wanted, so the result was that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sat alone. I went to Yokohama first in my own small plane, and it was a month before Fyodor and I boarded the ferry to Japan.

I have no objection to this arrangement, anyway, I am not eager to go back to that place, and after all, I have been away from there for more than 100 years, so it is not too late.

In mid-June, I celebrated Ivan's 20th birthday with Fyodor and several other key employees of "The Rat of the Dead House".Since the so-called "painful part" was cut off, the child seemed to be a different person, but looking at the happy smile on his face all the time, I think there may be nothing wrong with such a life .

This time to Yokohama, Fyodor did not take anyone else there except me.I don't know exactly what he wants to do there, but I don't object to being alone with this kid.

It's just that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's cruise ship is a bit too spacious, and there are only me and Fyodor, which seems a bit lonely.

After entering July, even Siberia is somewhat scorchingly hot, and the sun shining on the deck seems to melt people completely.Although there is an air conditioner in the cabin, but because the space is small and closed, the air is unavoidably stuffy.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but such an environment doesn't seem friendly to Fyodor.Only a few hours into the voyage, Fyodor's face looked paler than usual, and his normally light lips even faded to a paper-like white.There are fine beads of sweat faintly under the soft hair, although the temperature in the room is not high.

"...Are you alright?" Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

I suddenly remembered the scene where I curled up in the bottom cargo hold of a passenger ship with a group of homeless people who wanted to go overseas to seek a living more than 100 years ago.At that time, some people had symptoms like this, but in the hot and cramped cargo hold, no one could cope with such a thing, so there is no doubt about the outcome of those people—

"Tip, cheer up! You won't die here—"

Lying beside his bed, I tightly held the boy's hand.

As a result, the feeble Fyodor on the bed gave me a blank look.

"Qingzi, what are you worried about?" The boy said to me weakly, he pulled his hand back from mine, and gently touched the top of my hair: "I'm just a little seasick. There should be spare medicine in the drawer, can you trouble Haruko to pour me a glass of water?"

"……Oh."

I prepared pills and water for him according to Fyodor's words. After taking the medicine, Fyodor's face recovered a little.

"Did Haruko worry just now?" Leaning against the bed frame, the boy set his eyes on me.

"I can't help it, who made Tip to be such a weak human being." I muttered in a low voice: "But I don't think I care, I just think, since Tip is because of me and I want to go to Japan, if If something goes wrong on the boat, shouldn't I be responsible?"

"Well, it doesn't matter if I'm completely irresponsible, anyway, neither Ivan nor Pushkin can beat me."

The boy on the bed smiled lightly.

"But I still hope that Haruko will be responsible for my affairs." After a while, such a sentence came from my ear lightly.

Because of the need to rely on drugs to maintain his physical condition, Fyodor was not sober most of the time during the whole trip, so I had to fiddle with the games he prepared for me on the laptop in advance.

Fortunately, the city we started from, New Inia, is not too far from Japan. After a few days of sailing, Fyodor and I finally set foot on solid land again.

It was very different from the city in my memory. Standing on the edge of the port and looking at the tall buildings in the city, I felt a little overwhelmed for a while.Fortunately, Fyodor at the side gently held my hand, and I finally came back to my senses.

100 years is enough time to bring about too many changes, both in Japan and myself.But there are also things that haven't changed.When the hot sea breeze swept over the tip of my nose, the inexplicable intimacy was not fake.

This is my hometown, even if it has become a place I don't know at all, this is the place I used to be most familiar with.

But when I followed Fyodor on the streets of Yokohama, I found that the city was not as prosperous as I imagined.The wide streets are deserted, even worse than the small town in the middle of the night.The tall buildings lined up along the street also had a heavy dead air, and there were some scorched marks on the road surface and the street trees on both sides, as if they had just experienced a battle on the battlefield.

"It seems that it has already started." Fyodor murmured softly.

"What?" I don't understand.

"A rich man died mysteriously and left a large inheritance. In order to compete for that wealth, all the underground organizations in Yokohama that wandered in the dark night took action."

"It seems that even ordinary people are affected by this fight," Fyodor explained.

"Isn't that dangerous?" I couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Indeed." Fyodor lowered his eyelashes lightly: "But such a time is the best time to investigate something."

"And with Haruko here, nothing will go wrong, right?"

"So you treat me as a tool man's bodyguard again?" I stopped, and my anger rose almost instantly.

"But this is Haruko's hometown." Fyodor replied confidently: "And if it's just the two of us, the target is relatively small, and it's not easy to be discovered by others."

I was so angry that I just shook off his hand, turned around and wanted to leave-although I had no idea where else I could go now, and I knew very well that Fyodor must have a hundred ways to coax me back.

But I will not forgive him easily!

If you want me to forgive him, unless...

I was still thinking about how to blackmail Fyodor from Fyodor's head, but the moment I turned around, my thoughts suddenly seemed to be completely cut off by something.

I stared in a certain direction in astonishment. At the end of my line of sight was a guy hiding in the shadows. I couldn't see his face clearly, but even though it was far away, I still felt that there was something very familiar.

— those beautiful plum red eyes.