Stand-in messenger at the winery

With the power of the police, it is not difficult to find a little boy whose name he already knows.

Bourbon has already confirmed Asuka Yota's position. He entered a public elementary school not long ago, and he is now in the first grade.

According to the information, Asuka Yota was a child picked up by the previous head of the orphanage from the side of the road. He was still a baby in swaddling at that time.According to Bourbon's intuition, the director of the orphanage must know something, but she died a few years ago.

This makes things look more suspicious.

The current director of the orphanage is one of her nieces. She has no special beliefs, but has always loved children. She is never married and has been doing her best to take care of the children in the orphanage.The orphanage has a lot of donations, but she doesn't live a luxurious life, and puts all of it into improving the living conditions of the children.

Bourbon was able to confirm that this orphanage must have been carefully selected, and it was a better place for an orphan.Considering Sha Luo's age at the time, he believed that this was probably an arrangement made by the elders of the two, which meant that all this involved the matter of the previous generation.

Bourbon pressed his eyebrows. The longer a mystery lasts, the more complicated things are.

Then there is the information related to Asuka Yota. Bourbon paused slightly while looking through the file. He could see that Asuka Yota was also excluded by the children because of his hair color and other appearance reasons.

Having had the same experience, he can empathize with him very much. So, as an older sister, Sha Luo also experienced these things when she was a child?Bourbon couldn't help thinking about it, but Jing Guang said that Sha Luo used to be a character who didn't talk much and didn't go out very much, maybe he wouldn't meet such a bastard?

Asuka Yota's name was indeed not his real name, but the name given to him by the previous director of the orphanage, so there was no way to start from his surname to search for Shaluo's information.Bourbon pressed his eyebrows, only to feel more and more suspicious. At first he thought that Sha Luo was just a kidnapped child, but now it seems that things are much more complicated.

And she must not be a child of Bora Street, Bourbon is very sure of this, she should have lived in Tokyo before... Then what happened, let a child step into a place like Yokohama at that time?You must know that Yokohama at that time was simply synonymous with chaos, and ordinary adults would not enter casually, let alone children whose parents died?

He had tacitly agreed that Sha Luo's parents were dead, and even Sha Luo's younger brother's orphanage was probably arranged by them, so why didn't they arrange Sha Luo into the orphanage together, but separated the siblings?Judging from Asuka Yota's life in the past few years, he is at least safe and sound.

Pulling back his thoughts, he was relieved to see that Asuka Yota had grown into a sunny and cheerful child. Although he grew up in an orphanage, he did not feel inferior. On the contrary, he was very helpful and had a good mind. The reviews are very good.

The little boy in the photo has fiery red hair and a bright smile like a small fire ball, wearing a primary school uniform and taking pictures at the school gate.

It was just that there was nothing beside him, and Bourbon touched the cherry tree with his fingertips, as if there was a beautiful girl standing there, smiling proudly behind his younger brother.

No, there should have been a girl standing there.

Through this boy, he seems to have seen another life of Sha Luo. He has never seen Sha Luo smile so heartily. Her expressions are often point-to-point, conveying the emotions she wants to express, and then restraining herself. stand up.

But both men deserved better lives.

He closed the file, no matter how long he looked at the information, it was not as effective as meeting him in person.

Hmm... Will the elementary school let the courier in?

"After all, why do I wear Balian's uniform?" Sharo asked Ruslia in a white nightgown, pointing to a long black cloak on the bed, "I'm not from Vengley."

She had just been woken up by Squalo's penetrating voice. The other party threw a Balian uniform at her and walked away. Ruslia, who followed behind, told her that it was specially for her Designed uniforms.

They were all exaggerated black leather trench coats with silver chains. Shaluo didn't think there was any good design in them.

Wearing this dress made her feel like she was on a pirate ship. Although due to various commissions, she has now been involved in the battle for Vongola's successor, but if she goes too far, she will also be organized Inquiry.

There were still a few stupid hairs on the top of her head, and she pressed it down a little irritably, "What's your plan, boss?"

"You're an information dealer," Bell also entered the room, "you don't ask others questions."

"Hee hee hee, Levi at the door was beaten up by the prince, it's so disgusting." He turned the knife around, "My mind is full of bad and stupid thoughts, I can't figure out how this guy became a Balian Cadres."

"Because he's loyal enough to the boss and easy to use." Mamon floated in and reached out to Sharo, "Where's your money?"

"What money?" Shaluo frowned, she didn't remember that she owed Mamun money.

"Here," he stretched out his small hand and touched the clothes on Shaluo's bed, "it also costs money to make clothes."

"Pfft, it's Mamon." Bell laughed, and said to Sharo, "Hurry up and change it, how long do you want the noble prince to wait?"

"Try it quickly," Ruslia carefully lifted the clothes with her orchid fingers, pointed to a silver button on the cuff, and said, "Look, this button represents my love for little Vera~" He pointed at Sara showed off the same buttons on her uniform.

"Hee hee hee, this one belongs to the prince." Bell nodded the other cuff, "But what the monster said is disgusting, this is just a gift from the prince to the common people."

The buttons usually have the family badge pattern, which is an irreproducible proof of identity, and it cannot be made on the spot casually, so Sha Luo's uniform is actually a team member with a similar stature, and then the cadres contributed their own A few buttons to put the clothes together.

Of course, no one dared to bother Xanxus.

"Although we don't say it, everyone actually likes little Vera very much." Ruslia concluded in this way.

"Okay, okay," Sha Luo grabbed the clothes, "Looks like I won't be able to wear them today."

"Of course, my buttons are very expensive," Mamon floated up, "I'll lend it to you for now, remember to return it to me later, otherwise it will be calculated as a 5% profit per day."

"I see." Sha Luo took the clothes and paused for a while, with veins popping up on his forehead, "Don't you all know what to avoid?"

"Why would the prince be interested in the common people... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sharo threw a few pillows out of the room, and Ruslia could only stop Bell from going out, "Don't provoke Vera, Bell." There seemed to be a flash of light on his triangular sunglasses, "As long as we can be sure... Vera is on our side."

In addition to making people look like Mafia, the black trench coat is a very versatile clothing.

Shaluo randomly found a deep red knee-length skirt, leather boots with pointed heels, leg rings and gun holsters tied up, her long seaweed-like hair was pulled up, and when she put on a black windbreaker, she unexpectedly found that the size was just right. , and finally put on the same deep black wide-brimmed black gauze hat, a piece of black gauze just covered half of the face, stopped in front of the bright red lips, slightly shook with the air of breathing, revealing a pair of violet-like eyes underneath.

"Troppobello!" Ruslia praised, "Sure enough, little Vera fits this dress very well."

Levy, who was lying on the ground, raised a finger with difficulty, but was stepped on by Bell, "Hee hee, just force it."

Pulling his collar, Shaluo looked at a group of Balian cadres in the corridor, and realized that he was not on their side.

She is on the side of the ninth generation of Pengel.

Because Peng Lie Jiu Daimu saved her life.

At that time, Shaluo was shot by an arrow. Although he was not seriously injured, he had a high fever and suddenly fell into a semi-comatose state.

She knew that it would be very dangerous for her to just collapse in an alley in Italy. This is a place where Mafia is rampant. Who knows what kind of crazy guy she will meet?

But she couldn't move a single step, her mind was dizzy, her vision became blurred, sweat dripped down her cheeks, forming water spots on the ground, her whole body hurt, she just moved forward while holding onto the wall Let her almost collapse.

She doesn't know what's wrong with herself... Maybe the arrow was poisoned just now, but the poison in her brain that is barely functioning can't find the poison that matches her symptoms. Sha Luo had no chance to take the antidote.

The dark alley was gradually left behind by her, she opened her mouth wide to breathe, and there were continuous buzzing sounds next to her ears, despair climbed into her heart little by little, is she going to die?Otherwise, why is the light in front of me so dazzling?Could it be that a person like her will go to heaven?

She couldn't see clearly anymore, so she could only walk forward along the wall, hoping that someone would collect a corpse for her when she fell on the road.

What if there is still a chance to go to the hospital?She thought bitterly.

Her body was so heavy, she couldn't hold on any longer, she fell before the light.

But was held by a hand.

"A child who works hard..." She vaguely heard a kind voice in her ears, "Persist a little longer, try it, and find the will that belongs to you."

The warm power flowed into the limbs along the chest, effectively soothing the ubiquitous pain, as if soaked in a comfortable hot spring, her consciousness seemed to be a little clearer, and she could feel herself being hugged, moving forward Fang moved.

Is this a dream?Or some kind of miracle?

Shaluo didn't know, but... of his own will.

She thought of herself who had made up her mind in the biting cold, she...she wanted to live...yes, she wanted revenge...she still had a family...

I didn't expect that I thought I was alone, but actually missed so many things, Sha Luo couldn't help showing a wry smile.

The temperature on her cheeks is very high, but Shaluo's fingertips are getting colder and colder... If possible, she still wants to write her own story. Becoming a writer, as I wished before.

The most unreachable dream, the most illusory and broken spiritual comfort, seemed to ignite something called "hope" in her body.

She fell asleep peacefully, with sweet dreams that she never forgot.

When he woke up, Shaluo found himself lying on a luxurious soft bed. As far as he could see, there were layers of crystal lamps hanging down, and the flickering gold leaf lights were like the firelight he saw before he fell into a coma. The same kind and accommodating.