After becoming a chaotic daughter

Nanako always feels,

In Japan, going to and from school is a very "uncertain" thing.

He also studied in Tianchao step by step for ten years, and the biggest accident he encountered was only a traffic accident at a crossroad. I went back to my place of residence from school normally, and there was nothing strange about everyone I saw on the road. Everyone was a very ordinary person, walking on the side of the road normally.

But in Japan, it seems that you can always see people who just write the four characters "I'm abnormal" on their foreheads everywhere.

Carrying her small schoolbag, Nanako walked slowly on the Linhai promenade after school, heading towards the detective agency.

In late winter and early spring, the weather is still a bit cold, but with the arrival of the new school year, the cherry blossoms in the school have also bloomed in twos and threes, pink and white clusters, hanging on the branches like clouds.The seaside is the same, the whistling sea breeze is no longer as cold and biting as in winter, the gray seagulls are also moving more and more frequently as the weather gets warmer, and there are gulls on the calm sea.

For the new school year, Ranpo bought her a new hat.It's not the old-fashioned "Christmas tree" woolen hat in winter, but a cute preppy beret, a small hat with black background and white stripes, decorated with a small red bow, which is the same color as the school uniform.

Nanako raised her short hands, tried her best to cover the little hat on her head, and walked forward against the whistling sea breeze, always paying attention that her little hat would not be blown away.It would be okay if it was just blown to the side of the road, but if it was blown into the sky by the wind and fell into the sea, or snatched away by seagulls, then she would not be able to retrieve it.

She walked along the Linhai trail for a while, and she didn't meet anyone on the road. After all, this road is a bit remote. On weekdays, most of the people who run in the morning will pass here. In the afternoon, it is natural that there are few people. .

The whistle of the ship sailing came from the distant port. Nanako raised her head and saw a strange figure more than ten meters ahead of the trail.

The figure itself is just a very normal figure, a young man wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, with a coat tied around his waist. The man's hair is short black hair with slightly longer bangs, and the distance of about ten meters is not too far. , on the right side of his face facing Nanako, there is an obvious scar at the corner of his mouth that can be vaguely seen, but even with this scar, his appearance can still be called very handsome—— Immediately debuting in place and forming a group must be the kind of handsome C.

but,

This very handsome man is doing a very strange thing.

He is fishing.

To be more precise, he was sitting on the guardrail of the Linhai promenade, like a retired old man, hunched over, fishing with a fishing rod with a godlike expression on his face.

The guardrail of the Linhai Trail is a very common stone pillar guardrail, with cuboid stone pillars separated by more than one meter, and connected by several metal horizontal bars in the middle to prevent people from falling into the water.The top of the stone pillar is a small square, not too narrow, but definitely not too big, about the size of an adult's palm.

The man was sitting on such a palm-sized place, steady, with his legs crossed, his face looked a little lazy, and he almost had a grass in his mouth.He was holding a fishing rod in his hand, but there was no fishing rod or bait box beside him. There was only such a person and a rod.

Like a calf, Nanako walked over slowly, and then stopped behind the man.

She stared silently at the top of the small stone pillar on which the man sat, like a cat staring at a vase on the edge of a table.

[... I want to push it a bit. 】

Such a thought popped into Nanako's little head.

But she looked at the back of the man, who still looked very tall and strong even though his shoulders were shrunk, and at her short hands, which had to be covered with a hat to keep them from being blown away by the wind, and she could only give up with great regret. thought.

But from the bottom of her heart, she still felt that it would be very refreshing to hear this man fall into the sea with a "plop".

Nanako, who showed a bit of pity in her dark eyes, carried her small schoolbag on her back, covered her head with the hat, and once again stepped out of her short legs.

slam-la-

Something broke out of the water, and a black shadow was pulled out from the other end of the fishing line. Under the slanting sunlight in the west, a large piece of shadow fell, passing by Nanako's body, and finally caught by the man .

Nanako's short legs stopped again, and she raised her head to see that the young man's hand was holding the end of the fishing line, and on the gleaming silver hook, there was a ball——

Sea trash.

The man "cut" unhappily, shook the hook, and the big ball of rubbish fell back into the turbulent waves with a plop, without a trace.

Nanako remembered a word called "stinky chess basket". This man who can only fall into the garbage on the bottom of the sea seems to be the so-called "stinky fish basket". No wonder there is no fish basket beside him.

After all, there is no way to catch fish.

Not intending to watch a retired man fishing for rubbish on the seabed, Nanako withdrew her gaze and wanted to go back to the detective agency, but just as she walked out two steps, she felt the hat on her head being pulled by something, and then suddenly With a pull, the little hat she was covering under her hand disappeared.

With a chill on the top of her head and a head of flying black hair, Nanako's short hands changed from covering her hat to covering her head. She was a little slower and realized what happened in less than a second. What.

[...Seagull! 】

The first reaction was that the hat was snatched away by seagulls. Nanako immediately raised her head and looked into the blue sky above her head, but she didn't see any gray shadows. came.

"..." Nanako, who didn't see the seagull, raised her head and blinked slowly.

In the next second, a round object appeared in her line of sight.

It was her little hat, shaking in mid-air, and there was a thin silk thread sticking out of the hat. Nanako looked along the thread, and saw the man sitting on the guardrail holding a fishing line in his hand, half-stretched. Turning around, hanging her hat from a fishhook, she had a nasty teasing grin on her face.

"Children." He looked down at Nanako, his sharp and slender eyebrows were heroic, but his slightly narrow eyes slanted up arrogantly, looking like a "bad guy" written all over his face The "bad guy".

"Want your hat?"

He asked in a slightly hoarse, frivolous voice.

Nanako: "..."

It's okay to bully children to play, this man has some serious illness.

She thought for a while and said, "The hat will break if hooked."

The man took her hat off the hook and hooked it with his index finger. At a height that Nanako couldn't reach, with a flick of the fishing rod, the slender silk thread was thrown back into the sea behind him. Holding the fishing rod, he said casually, "It's just a small breach."

It's like adults perfunctory children.

So Nanako thought about it, and said to him again: "This hat is [-] after tax."

man:"……"

He paused for shaking his hat.

Putting the hat back on Nanako's head as if nothing had happened, the man patted Nanako's head as if nothing happened just now, and asked, "Short, what's your name?"

Nanako ignored him, took off the little hat he put on her head in a crooked way, lowered her head to check carefully, then lifted it up, pointed to a small scratch on the back side of the hat brim, and said to him stiffly : "...the hole is broken."

man:"……"

"Fifty-eight thousand."

"..."

"Fifty-eight thousand."

"..."

Nanako put down the little hat in her hand, and then took out her children's mobile phone from her pocket. The man was able to see the content on her mobile phone from a condescending angle: 1, 1...

man:"……"

The moment Nanako's soft little finger moved to the number "0", he reached out and took the phone from her hand, holding it high.

"Little ghost, who taught you these things?" The man closed his eyes and opened them again as if feeling a headache, with a troubled and disgusted expression on his face, "Be honest."

Nanako held her little hat in her hand, looked up at him with a small expressionless face, and said slowly, "Learn common sense by yourself." She paused and asked He: "Don't you understand?"

Obviously Nanako's tone did not fluctuate, but the man inexplicably felt a strong sense of ridicule.

——Don’t you even know this kind of common sense?Pitiful.

Means like this.

He wrapped his arms around the fishing rod, freed his other hand, grabbed Nanako by the back collar, and lifted her up.The toes couldn't touch the ground, and it was more than one meter above the ground, but Nanako still looked at him with her dark round eyes expressionlessly, holding her hat in her hand, and her black hair was messed up by the sea wind. .

"Aren't you afraid? Brat." He shook Nanako, the explosive muscles on his arm swelled up one by one, and the strong and powerful lines were so clear that it was shocking, as if lifting three Nanako in one breath was easy.

Nanako didn't say anything, just looked at him.

So he turned around and lifted Nanako out of the guardrail. Directly below her was the gentle waves lapping against the concrete shore.

"Are you scared?"

he asked again, with a nasty smile on his face.

Nanako: "..."

Nanako was thinking about how to tell this uncle who seemed to be out of his mind, and she couldn't speak because she was strangled by the collar.

Not only could she not speak, she was almost dying.

The man sneered, and put Nanako back on the path: "Little devil, have you heard of the astral body?"

He sat on the narrow stone pillar of the guardrail, turned his body back and forth, and there was no sign of instability in his figure, and he was more stable than Nanako sitting on the small bench. The sun was behind him, and the tall shadow shrouded Nanako like a mountain. When he came down, it seemed that even the whistling sea breeze was blocked by him for the most part.

The tension around her neck loosened, and Nanako lowered her head to adjust her uniform, straightened the collar, then scratched her little head, and shook her head at him.

Star pulp... something, a word Nanako has never heard of, but it sounds delicious.

The man rubbed his chin with his knuckles, looked at Nanako, thought for a moment, and said again: "But those guys probably won't believe you when you say that, anyway, 'kill' you, even if the judgment is wrong, yes There's nothing wrong with them either....It's really interesting, where did this seemingly unreliable rumor come from?"

He said another word that Nanako couldn't understand, like a verb, but Nanako couldn't figure out what it meant, Nanako just stared at the children's mobile phone in his hand, wanting to get it back and go back to the detective agency .

The man noticed her gaze, glanced at the small thing he was holding in his hand, and then threw it to Nanako and returned it to her.

But with a snap,

Nanako didn't catch the children's mobile phone he threw over, and the mobile phone fell to the ground, breaking a corner.

Nanako: "..."

man:"……"

"One hundred and five thousand five." Nanako shifted her gaze from the phone on the ground to the man again.

"..."

"One hundred and five thousand."

"..."

"One hundred and five thousand."

"..."

The man jumped off the guardrail, swung the hook to reel in the line, then turned around and left with the fishing rod on his shoulder.

He had long hands and feet, and was tall and tall. Nanako's short legs couldn't keep up with him, so he had already strode more than ten meters away, leaving only Nanako a back view.

"Little ghost, stay with the adults at home for the next few months, or you will really be thrown into the sea by the villains." He raised his hand and waved to Nanako behind him, the fish on his shoulder Swaying, "The value of this piece of information - the reminder, is worth hundreds of times the sum of your hat and mobile phone."

After saying this, he paused, turned his head slightly, and asked casually, "How old are you this year?"

Nanako squatted on the ground and just picked up her children's mobile phone. The mobile phone was still working, but a corner was knocked off a small part of the shell, and several places on the edge were knocked off the paint. Hearing the man's question She raised her head, glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to fiddle with the phone in her hand.

"……laugh."

He didn't get an answer, and the man walked away casually like a little gangster on the street.

Nanako stuffed her child's mobile phone back into her pocket, stood up, put the hat on her head again, and wanted to go back to the detective agency, but just as she turned around, she saw the position of the guardrail where the man was sitting just now , Under the stone pillar, in the gap near the shore, lay a small bug, wriggling slowly.

The chubby one, a bit like a growing silkworm, was about as long as her finger, but it was red, ugly and a bit disgusting.

Nanako squatted down again, leaning against the fence, staring at the "mutated" silkworm for a while, then took off her small schoolbag, buried her head in the schoolbag for a long time, and found a The small plastic box that binds the stapler.

She took out the stapler and stuffed it into the interlayer of her schoolbag, tore a piece of paper from the book, and carefully moved the "silkworm" into the small plastic box with the paper, and closed the lid.

Covering the hat on her head with one hand, and holding the small plastic box containing "silkworm" in the other, she slowly went back to the detective agency.

The other end of the promenade.

Further ahead is the busy downtown area with people coming and going. Fu Heisher, who wanted to put away the fishing rod on his shoulder, found a problem. This problem was small, but it was also big.

——Where did the curse spirit he raised and used to store things go?

The author has something to say:

Nanako's loss: snagged hat x 1, phone with paint dropped x 1

Nanako's income: An ugly bug (swallowing spells worth hundreds of millions of yen in its stomach)

#The price of bullying children#