Writer saves the world

Ah, crying.

Futaba Teimaki looked towards the room with his teacup in his hand, before he could turn his head away, Oda Sakunosuke kicked his shin. After innocently looking at Oda Sakunosuke for half a second, Erye Teimaki obediently bowed his head , as if the barley tea in the teacup hides the mysteries of the world.

Oda Sakunosuke also pressed Nakahara Nakahara who was anxious to go back to comfort Edogawa Ranpo when he heard the crying, and stuffed a piece of rabbit apple into the child's anxiously opened mouth about to say something.

"Hush." ​​Oda Sakunosuke whispered, Nakahara Chuya chewed the apple with bulging cheeks, and nodded vigorously with an expression of understanding after eating a piece of apple, but still looked in that direction worriedly.

Everyone here is a person with sharp ears and five senses. A thin layer of door panels can't stop Edogawa Ranpo's emotional breakdown crying, and the young man's hoarse and choked sobs are intermittent, as if the sadness that has been desperately suppressed in his heart since a long time ago Helpless and aggrieved, no longer able to hold back the flood bursting the embankment, it crashed down the defense line built in the heart.

Ranpo-sama doesn't want to grow up.

He didn't want to be the number one detective in the world, he wanted to be that little fool who was tricked by his parents.

QAQ.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help showing a bit of pity and emotion on his face. He almost immediately wanted to open the door to hug the lonely crying child, and give him a reliance and a reliance to let him vent, but in the end he forced Pressing myself on the seat, I clenched my hands on my knees, as if I was desperately enduring something.

Erye Tingming saw his restlessness, "When Zhongye came out, he didn't lock the door, if you want to go in..."

"No need." Fukuzawa Yukichi shook his head, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, "This is not him... This is not something Ranpo can share with me."

The fetters that belong exclusively to the blood-connected family, even if it is pain and sorrow, belong to Edogawa Ranpo himself, and can only belong to himself. No matter how worried Fukuzawa Yukichi is, he still temporarily crosses But that door, I can only stand here and watch silently, waiting for Edogawa Luanbu to come out of the room.

Then take Ranpo to eat rice cake and red bean soup.Fukuzawa Yukichi thought seriously.This time, I will indulge Ranbu to only eat bean paste and not rice cakes. On the way back, I will definitely make a fuss about buying grape-flavored pinball soda.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was not going to go in to comfort Edogawa Ranpo, and Futaba Tingming, as an outsider, did not force it.Accompanied by the background sound of sobbing and sobbing in the room, he handed over the remaining amulets produced in hell to Fukuzawa Yukichi, and talked about the precautions for using them, and then started the next topic very naturally.

"Do you know any good elementary schools in Yokohama? Chuya is already eight years old this year. If I don't go to school anymore, I'm worried that I won't be able to keep up."

This question made Fukuzawa Yukichi stunned for a moment. In fact, it is reasonable to say that Edogawa Ranpo should also be in school. However, due to the social environment and the special situation of Edogawa Ranpo himself, he visited Yokohama The idea was dropped after school.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was obediently sitting next to Sakunosuke Oda and eating an apple, sorted out his thoughts, and said tactfully: "Now most of the schools in Yokohama are closed, only a few private schools in the concession area are still open. It’s in business, but the tuition fees there will be higher, and the children’s family conditions are better, so if you go to middle school, you may not be able to get involved in it.”

He and Ranpo had dealt with a private school commission not long ago. A pair of young parents whose children were mysteriously missing after school, searched for nothing but could not bear to give up their last hope, turned to them for help, and ended up in the school. The broken bones of the child were found in the sealed old basement.

The culprits were a few senior students, a bribed teacher, and all the bystanders who were silent about the crime.

In Edogawa Ranpo's words, those private schools with exorbitantly expensive tuition fees are "the cradle for cultivating devil criminals". If you enter, you will either become a villain or become a corpse in the basement. dirty.

After completing that entrustment, Edogawa Ranpo even felt that he had unilaterally reconciled with the police academy. With his small body with no combat effectiveness and the excellent looks he inherited from his parents, at least no classmates blocked him in the toilet to humiliate him. There was no teacher who dragged him to the office for "individual guidance". Even if the secrets of the dormitory management were exposed in public, he was only expelled, and he was not dragged into the grove to meet his parents again early.

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Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had inquired about Edogawa Ranpo's "glorious history" when he was in the police academy from his friends in the police circle, was deeply grateful and relieved for him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's description of the private school was very tactful, and his repulsion and disgust were very straightforward, so Tingming Erye probably knew what was going on, "Forget it, it may kill someone if you enter the middle school .”

Even their family, Yuan Zhong, is well-bred, polite, and a good boy. If he is bullied, he will be crushed by gravity, but don’t forget that there is a helicopter mother who protects the cubs 24 hours a day. In a fit of anger, the whole family of the bear children felt the anger of the land.

The landline murder law is out of the question, after all, you can't blame the earthquake for collapsing houses, people tripping and falling into pits, or trees falling and killing people... Is it the land's responsibility for such accidents?

Erye Tingming didn't quite understand Nakahara Chuya, who Fukuzawa Yukichi hinted at, and felt sorry for his talented little poet who hadn't gone to school yet, and was about to become a child out of school.

"Let's study at home first." He comforted, talking to Nakahara Nakaya and looking at Oda Sakunosuke, covering two people at once, "I will apply for public school transfer students after school is resumed, Nakaya is so smart , it must be fine."

Erye Tingming made up his mind by checking the academic qualifications of the peers of the Imperial Library.

No matter what, at least the resumes of these two small beets from their own small vegetable garden and the future great writer/genius poet should not leave a dismal academic record that they did not even attend elementary school. OK.

Futaba Tingming spoke seriously, Oda Sakunosuke responded dispensably, whether he had heard it or not.

From Oda Sakunosuke's point of view, the war is now like this, and the war is still far away from the end, and when the school resumes enrollment and everyone can learn, it will take at least seven or eight years, no matter how fast. He was in his 20s at the time, Erye Tingming could never force him to go to primary school again.

Oda Sakunosuke's mentality was very stable, and he patted Nakahara Chuya's little head beside him, encouraging him: "Come on!"

It is up to you to raise the average educational level of this family.

Nakahara Chuya was still worried about Edogawa Ranpo, who was about to cry in the room, and nodded his head after being patted by Oda Sakunosuke. He didn't understand anything, and he agreed: "Leave it to me!"

Futaba Tingming also didn't notice Oda Sakunosuke's weariness of studying, and he was still thinking about how to speed up the end of the war, how to spur the pigeons in the small black room of the dream, no, it's the transcendents who produce food as soon as possible... Ahem, it's about entrusting and trusting each other in the way of life. Let's work hard to let the children in the family go to school in the past two years.

He thought that Verne was not very old, and after the war, he could just go back to school and continue his studies. Don't delay his child's college entrance examination at such a young age.

Erye Tingming thought about it, and then remembered another thing, and said to Fukuzawa Yukichi: "My store here is about to open, and I plan to recruit a few people to help, tidy up the bookshelves and order newspapers for people." Delivering goods. Then I saw a lot of children living on the street around here, and I wanted to say that they can come to me if they want. But they are very wary of me, and they don’t want to listen to me at all.”

Thinking of those children who claimed to be "sheep" and took some change from him to eat and ran away, Erye Tingming felt a little helpless, and asked Fukuzawa Yukichi: "So I want to ask if you know any of them?" The middleman can lead the way. Although the salary in the store is not high, they can read books in the store... I can also teach them to read and write when I have time. If you want to eat with us in the store, it’s better I'm messing around on the street every day."

Fukuzawa Yukichi pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and agreed, "I'll help you to ask."

He can see that Erye Tingming is not short of money to hire people. Such a small bookstore can't afford a few helpers to do the work, and even employing orphans who can't do much work is completely doing charity——Based on the current situation in Yokohama In fact, giving money and donations to children in slums is actually not as good as giving them a job, not to mention that it is a job of managing food.

Fukuzawa Yukichi can understand that the salary is not much. Children can't keep too much money. People in the slums are much more sinister than those outside. Giving too much may bring disaster.

Fukuzawa Yukichi could understand it, but the "sheep" who was regarded as a key employment target by Futaba Tingming could not understand it.

When he went back that day, he contacted their informant who lived on Leibo Street, and entrusted him to help him match up with the children on Leibo Street.But Fukuzawa Yukichi was reminded by that person at that time, although their ideas were good, and he was willing to help mediate peace, but the child of "sheep" would most likely not accept this favor.

Those children are too used to stealing, begging, or even plundering in groups to obtain living resources, and they are cunning and winking enough to never provoke the real big shots. It can’t be said that they have no worries about food and clothing, but they can also fill their stomachs and have a good gathering place. They are very satisfied with this kind of life.

Compared with the income of one ticket and the prestige of running errands with gangsters, they don't think much of the salary offered by Tingming Erye. Fukuzawa Yukichi listened to the informant complaining to him, saying that the little "sheep" The leader—the kid named Shirase almost kicked him out of the house, and his arrogant appearance made people angry.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had no choice but to say some words of thanks and consolation to appease the mood of the downline, and he was laughed at by Edogawa Ranpo when he went back. If people are similar, the slums in Yokohama are not limited to Raibo Street. I advise him to give up the sheep that have fallen in the muddy water as soon as possible, and dig out good seedlings in other places.

Compared with the brats showing off in this newly formed semi-slum on Leibo Street, there are more children struggling to survive on the verge of starvation in the slums. Which one is not worth saving more than a short-sighted and arrogant fool.

People, learn to give up.

Just like Ranpo-sama, even if he was urged by his father to write a manuscript from hell, didn’t he recognize himself after writing three lines, and let the great novel with lofty sentiments and ambitions go away with the wind?

It’s okay if Edogawa Ranpo didn’t say anything, and he reminded Fukuzawa Yukichi, “That’s right, why don’t you write an article to analyze what the children of ‘Sheep’ think.”

Edogawa Ranpo, who was on fire, put down a kitten face, and grumbled reluctantly: "Master Ranpo doesn't want to write about those bad boys."

"Then you won't have anything to show Chuya next time. Didn't you promise him to hold a book club?" Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "Chuya can already write long poems, and Oda-kun also said that he I wrote a story and thought it was well written.”

Edogawa puffed up his cheeks in disorder, "Shooting General Fada!"

Although he complained so much, his body still took out the manuscript paper honestly, and tried to find a way out of the stupid human's goldfish brain again.

No, this time it's the stupid little lambs.

After assigning homework to Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi still thought about what he said, and decided to try to contact informant friends who lived in other slums and dark alleys to see if there were any children who were willing to work.

It’s just that the commuting distance will be very long. Apart from Leibo Street, the nearest slum to the bookstore is more than an hour’s walk away. Children’s walking speed will be longer. It's hard work, Fukuzawa Yukichi thinks that there are very few children who are willing to come.

After all, the children who grew up in the slums can only see the muddy side of the slums, and feel that that is the whole world. Even if they are told how wonderful the outside world is and how many opportunities there are, the instinct of survival will still let them Sticking to the safe zone, he refused to go out even if he dragged him.

It’s painful to stay here, but you can still live. If you leave here, if you go outside—there are countless horror stories about the outside in the slums. Those children who were taken away by the so-called “good-hearted people” are said to have been taken away. A dirtier place than a slum.

But Fukuzawa Yukichi still asked his friends to ask, maybe there will be a child who can seize this opportunity and seize the future of jumping out of the slums.