Mr. Oda and his friends

After leaving the bookstore, Fukuzawa Yukichi was in a good mood, walking ahead with his kimono sleeves on.

The sun is getting stronger and stronger, and most of the people who are in a hurry on the road are housewives.Miyata Hiyori's peers were all sitting in the school, and the immature girl following the silver-haired man seemed strange, causing the patrolmen passing by the roadside to glance at the strange pair of "father and daughter" several times.

Mr. President didn't care about being suspected at all, and led the girl for a walk in the sun for a while, then suddenly slowed down and waited for her to come forward: "Is it strange?"

What he meant was: Since Boss Uchiyama had already said to give it away for free, it seemed really puzzling that he would have to pay a higher price in exchange.

why?

——Educating children does not mean that if you provide enough money, you will have nothing to worry about.

Precepts and deeds are more important than knowledge.No matter what kind of person Miyata Hiwa used to be, what he should do is to guide her on the right path.

The little girl stopped following his footsteps, and after a long silence, she dared to ask in a low voice like never before: "Why?"

In Honmaru, these three words are her forbidden sentences.

How can "human gods" not be omniscient and omnipotent?

The miko who is responsible for raising and educating "Korachan" will not reprimand or persuade her fiercely. They are concerned about the swordsmen guarding the tower, for fear that their voices will be heard by Fu Sangshen.But whenever the god judges say or do something that does not meet the expectations of the current government, these people who have been instilled in the upper class to "obey" will always have countless ways to make "Kong Chan" remember the lesson and dare not commit the same crime again. .

No matter how stupid a child is, he knows how to look at the faces of his parents. This is a biological instinct.

Every "empty cicada" figured out its responsibilities in the shortest possible time - it is best to sit quietly in the castle tower, don't say anything, don't do anything, and accept fate as a tool to provide spiritual power.

This has been the case from generation to generation, and she silently bears the burden imposed in the name of the "collective".

The little girl lowered her head, seemingly autistic, but like a slow-moving snail stretching out its tentacles, secretly peeping from under her bangs to explore the bottom line of Fukuzawa Yukichi's tolerance.

Aware of being gentle and pampered, the child's natural desire to explore and try begins to emerge.

——This person is the same as Sakunosuke.

It looks serious, but its heart is gentler than butterflies and flowers.

President Fukuzawa chose a path not to be exposed, and deliberately slowed down to take care of the timid children behind him: "Free things are the most expensive things in the world. Because you don't know how much you should pay for them, and the actual situation is often It is several times worse than imagined, and it is easy to make people feel uneasy."

I was not reprimanded or punished, and I even got an answer that I didn't understand but felt very reasonable.

Miyata Hiyori finally let go of the air that was stuck in his throat: "Is that so..."

"Yes. Those who give will be rewarded, and exchange of equal value is the basis. Of course, you shouldn't be too stubborn in dealing with people..." He paused, pretending that he was not such a straightforward and honest person: "But those things will wait for you You'll know when you grow up."

My own child is afraid that she will learn to be glib, but also afraid that she will be too honest and be bullied when she goes out.Mr. Fukuzawa continued to fool Miyata Hiyori with the skills he had used to fool Edogawa Ranpo back then: "Children know little, but adults know more. When you grow up, you will understand many truths in the world naturally."

"Oh!" The girl nodded, very serious, with thin anticipation in her eyes: "It's great to grow up!"

There has never been a generation of "empty cicadas" that survived to adulthood.

Strictly speaking, according to ethical requirements, experiments and cultivation should be ended on the 15th day of fertilized egg differentiation, which is a customary constraint.If it weren't for the nihilistic time-traveling army that was coming too fast, the government of time would not be able to obtain special permission, and then commissioned the Academy of Sciences to "manufacture" a copy of the god-inspector of No. [-] Honmaru.

Therefore, the execution order for "Empty Cicada" is essentially the collective self-protection of human beings. In this regard, the parliament did nothing wrong.

This is also the reason why Fu Sangshen acquiesced to the priests and witches to take away the interrogator.

"Can I grow up?"

The cuffs were grasped tightly by little hands, and the voice from behind was far more doubtful than longing.

Fukuzawa Yukichi turned around abruptly, and he looked down to see the wide eyes of the girl with a lack of expression. The sunlight reflected through the mist to reveal a clear purple under the eyes: "Can I be allowed to grow up?"

At this moment, her voice was erratic and ethereal, and her eyes wandered between the eyes of the other party.Like hearing good news so that you can't believe it, you are constantly self-doubting while longing for answers.

The weak life's desire for "life" is expressed vividly in silence, and she is asking the person who can determine her own destiny.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't tell what it was like in his heart - pity, sourness, and countless sense of responsibility.

Who can bear to let this child show a disappointed expression?

The thick, rough but warm hand pressed on the top of her head and gently rubbed it. Mr. President nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, you can grow according to your own ideas."

"I will protect you before you grow up." He straightened the girl's bangs on her forehead, let her hold her sleeves tightly again, and said, "Let's go home."

"……Family?"

Miyata Hiyori has no concept of "home".

The care of the Fusangshen was shielded from the castle tower, and the sympathy and pity of others could only win her a milder death penalty.

Zero Honmaru is not her home.

As for Oda Sakunosuke... You can't expect a 16-year-old boy who is not good at words to suddenly become enlightened and become eloquent.Even though he already regarded Miyata Hiyori as "family" in his heart, he never uttered a single word, no wonder the girl was confused when she heard the word "family".

Like...a little stray cat who suddenly realizes he's about to be adopted.

The sense of sight was too real, and Mr. Fukuzawa almost poked her head and said "change back for me".

"Well, go home. Home is..." He raised his head and thought for a while, then slowed down his voice: "Home is a place where people feel at ease, and the detective agency will be your home from now on."

Miyata Hiyori imitated him and made a gesture of looking up and thinking: "Yes. The place where Sakunosuke is is a place of peace of mind, the place where Sakunosuke is is home, and Sakunosuke is in the detective agency, so the detective agency is my home."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

He thought he might need to worry about other things, like... puberty education.

Back in the office, the three young people who went out to take the test hadn't come back yet. Mr. President looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost noon.

There is only one thing to do now, take the children to eat outside.

What if you don't eat outside?

He can't cook, and besides, there are no tools in the office.

Fortunately, there is a cafe on the first floor that provides food and beverages!

"What would you like to order? Here is the menu."

The lovely hostess was wearing a maid skirt, light and smart, serving lemonade to the guests, and she thoughtfully opened the plastic paper book with exquisite pictures and placed it at a distance suitable for reading.

Miyata Hiyori: "..."

Choosing either curry rice or salt-baked fish can cause her to crash. This kind of fancy multiple selection directly burns the CPU.

The most important thing is that she is illiterate, and she is dizzy looking at the layers of photos with strong colors.

After waiting for 5 minutes but still not receiving a response, the hostess kept a business smile and turned to the silver-haired man with the same serious face: "Sir?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi flipped through the picture album that was far from his own image, and gave up after reading only three or two pages.He closed the pages of the album, his eyes were serious: "Excuse me..."

"!"

The hostess trembled in her heart, inexplicably recalling the days when she was shrouded in the shadow of the dean.

Then, she heard the man sitting upright say in a straight voice: "Please recommend the meals that girls like, and I want the cute ones."

The word "cute" sounded awkward no matter how it came out of his mouth.

Don't you feel ashamed?Look back at your character set!

With such an overly upright face, how could he say such kind of non-aggressive words?

Fortunately, she can still maintain her professionalism as a hostess, and she twitched the corners of her mouth to continue working hard for the turnover: "I suggest this kind of cute omelette rice, or sweet curry with a picture of a chinchilla."

"Then omelet rice." Mr. Fukuzawa heaved a sigh of relief, and then had trouble choosing dessert: "..."

Girls, they should have the same treatment as Ranbu, but they all look the same!

He tried to come up with an answer by analogy, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up.For no other reason than wandering has never given him a headache when it comes to what to eat.The child will only order a table with great interest, and there is no need to worry about him starving because of shyness.But Miyata Hiyori's...too obedient and quiet personality is not necessarily a good thing.

"..."

As a typical representative of a reliable adult, Mr. Fukuzawa did not make it difficult for the hostess.Although in his eyes there was no difference between the snacks, the man still followed the principle of "want them all" and pointed to the cake with the most complete elements in the picture.

"That's it, please hurry up." After a major event, he quickly handed the menu back to the waiter like a hot potato, and the other party wrote down: "Sir, don't you need to eat?"

Judging by his clothes, he is not so distressed that he can only order food for the children and have to starve himself!

——It’s also strange that the detective agency has only opened for a few days, and the president is naturally quiet and reclusive.The hostess hadn't seen the neighbor on the fourth floor much, and she didn't know much about him.

If you only consider personal preferences, the choice becomes much easier.Mr. Fukuzawa didn't look at the menu and said, "Udon noodles."

Do you have any misunderstandings about coffee shops?Omurice and sweet curry are the limit, why would anyone order udon noodles here?

The hostess waited for a while, and Mr. Fukuzawa asked her if she had any questions: "..."

His gaze was so sharp that she couldn't help shrinking her neck, holding the menu and running away.

Probably this father is really very loving to his children, so loving that he forgets himself.

The waitress tore off the records and sent them to the back kitchen. After returning to the bar, she took the small cakes ordered by the guests out of the food preservation cabinet and sent them to the table.

Miyata Hiyori had never seen this kind of food. Compared with Utasen's exquisite wagashi and Mitsutada's soul peony cake, this kind of Western food was only heard a little in Mutsu Moriyoshi's brief description.

Although she was born in a future where technological development has almost reached the extreme, her life in Honmaru is likely to be more conservative than those fusangshen who are often seven or eight hundred years old.

A small silver fork was placed on the base of a white porcelain plate, and the little girl picked up the tableware just like the waiter put the fork on, gesticulating horizontally and vertically, not knowing what to do.

It seems that no matter how you cut it, part of it will be destroyed, which is unbearable!

The little girl frowned, holding up her fork and staring at the cake as seriously as if she was attending a funeral.

Mr. Fukuzawa, who was sitting opposite her, became serious: What's wrong?What's wrong with the cake?