my brother is scumbag

When a person realizes that he has lost everything and is in a scene full of happy memories everywhere, there will be a feeling of suffocation.

I don't know what other people would do, but at that time, I subconsciously only thought of escaping from that house.

While sitting by the window, I thought a lot about where I should go.

I thought about wandering the street alone, but the street was so lively that it was a bit noisy.

I also wanted to go to a sparsely populated place, but it was too quiet, too quiet to pull me out of the suffocating feeling.

And I don't want to see Xiaolan and the others for the time being, they are worried that my eyes will make me feel heavy.

Finally I thought of a friend.

I think he is probably the best choice for me at this time.

So I texted him, jumped to the ground, and left Tokyo.

It was almost midnight when we arrived in Yokohama.

Yokohama at night seemed even more dangerous. After walking for only a few minutes, I heard gunshots from several places.If it is placed in other cities, this time is when the nightlife is just beginning, and there are many people who come out to play on the street.

But in Yokohama, there are very few ordinary people walking on the street at night, most of them are the staff of those organizations.

Already several men with fierce faces ran past me, some of them even looked at me subconsciously, with surprise flashing in their eyes.

I was probably surprised why a child my age would walk in Yokohama at night.

Although Yokohama is dangerous at night, there are still shops that will be open.

Especially like a 24-hour convenience store.

When passing by such a shop, I paused, turned and walked in.

This convenience store has a wide range of items.

The idea came to me as I stood in front of the cooler, looking at the myriad brands of beer.

Then I opened the cabinet door and pulled out cans and cans.

It is said that wine is the best anesthetic. Thinking about it carefully, I have worn it several times, but I have never tried this thing. I wonder if it really has such a good effect.

After holding my arms full of beer, I hooked the cabinet door with my foot and closed it.When I turned around and planned to walk from the aisle of the goods shelves on both sides to the cashier to check out, I saw a person squatting next to the goods shelf, staring at the snacks on the shelf.

The way he was dressed made me think of the word detective subconsciously.

However, his expression didn't look stable, but rather childish. My ears clearly heard his thoughts:

"Ah, I want to eat this too, and I want to-"

As he said, he took it, and soon, like me, he came to the cashier with a full bag of things and stood behind me.

The owner of the convenience store was shocked when he saw my bottle full of beer. He scanned the QR code for me and looked at me from time to time. Shopping, not to mention the danger, but also carry such a heavy weight—"

After I paid the bill, he finally couldn't help but said to me: "Little friend, why don't you stay with uncle for a while and call your parents to come pick you up?"

"That's very kind of you."

I just said that to him, and then I went out of the convenience store with my things, ready to leave.

"Hey."

Someone called me from behind, but I ignored it and walked forward.

"Hello!"

The voice behind me grew louder, reminding me of wayward children.

"Are you an idiot for giving up the chance to talk to the strongest detective in the world—"

I stopped, mainly because the person behind me was talking and followed me. If I didn't run, it might not be easy to get rid of him.

But it seemed silly to actually run to get rid of him.

I turned around to look at him, he was about half a head taller than me, with short uneven hair under the hat, and a pair of red phoenix eyes squinting at me.

"Mr. Detective."

I called him by this title, with a blank expression on my face, "I've never met you before, may I ask why you stopped me?"

He looked down at me, holding the snacks in one hand, unpacking one of the bags of potato chips with the other, and started to eat, his mouth was so stuffed that his speech was a little slurred.

"Of course it's about you."

He swallowed the snacks in his mouth, bent down, and moved closer to me. His squinted eyes opened, and I realized that they were blue, with a sharp light flashing in the pupils.

At this time, he seemed to no longer have the childish and self-willed childishness he had before, as if he had changed into a different person, a god who could see through people's hearts.

"If you continue to use it, your eyes will go blind. It's already overloaded."

He told me so.

"..."

I frowned, this guy...

I have never seen him, and I have never shown Sharingan in front of him. How did he see it?

If I put it in the past, I think I would probably become nervous and use my eyes to control him and let him tell how he knew it.

But it doesn't matter now.

It doesn't matter whether he has good intentions or ulterior motives.

I do not care anymore.

Because the person I care about is no longer there.

As a result, just as I thought about it, I heard him click his tongue lightly, showing a dissatisfied expression.

"Ah, really, so it doesn't matter at all?"

"I don't think your parents would like your current thinking."

The words stung me, and I subconsciously wanted to make Sharingan appear and the man shut his mouth, but a hand covered my eyes faster than I could move.

"Hmph, don't try to control the most powerful detective!"

I heard the man who covered my eyes say so in angry words.

I:"……"

The anger that had risen from the bottom of my heart suddenly vented.

I suddenly felt that if I care about such a person, it is like bullying a child.

Even though I'm actually a kid.

"Mr. Detective."

After a few seconds of silence, I spoke.

"...Excuse me, have you wiped the hand that covers me?"

When I blinked my eyelashes, I scraped some fine seasoning powder from his palm.

"of course not!"

He put down his hand, and finally my vision was no longer dark, and I saw his righteous expression.

I:"……"

Whose family raised a bad child?

Although he has a different personality from Osamu Dazai, the degree of headache is not much worse.

"Are you going with me?" He looked at me and said suddenly.

"Although your eyes can't be cured, no one will think of using it. The president is the most powerful. He can beat that annoying guy away for you."

When talking about the latter, he showed a proud and proud expression.

I looked at the smile on his face, and thought that the president was probably someone he was very close to and loved, so when I thought of him, I subconsciously smiled.

so good……

I twitched the corner of my mouth and smiled a little.

"……thank you for your kindness."

Although I don't quite understand what he said later, but after such a short exchange, I can still feel that he really thinks so sincerely.

"However, I'm leaving."

I arrived at Oda's new home with a bag of beer.

When Oda joined mafia, he moved out from Leibo Street and rented a new house.

The house is very small, less than 1.8 square meters, which is very cramped for the well-developed Odasaku who is already [-] meters long.Many dark stains can also be seen on the walls, as well as mottled marks after the wall ash has fallen, highlighting the old age of this rental house.

"This kind of house requires less rent."

Oda once told me that although he joined the port mafia, because he is only a low-level employee, and the organization has recently become chaotic due to the behavior of the BOSS, his salary has been reduced a lot, and he will be in arrears from time to time.

In order not to spend too much money on renting a house, Oda chose this place.

"I want to save enough money before retirement, and then buy a hut where I can see the sea, sit at the table, and continue to write new works."

"Oda."

I looked up at my friend who opened the door and stood in front of me. He bent down and reached out to take the bag I was carrying. His eyes kept looking at me, as calm and serious as ever.

"after……"

My lips trembled, and I smiled at him.

"Can you save me a room in your house in the future?"

Oda: "Yes."

He answered without hesitation and didn't ask me why. This attitude made me loosen the fist I had unconsciously clenched just now.

"So much beer..."

When Oda dumped all the contents of the bag on the low table, even he was stunned.

"I'll drink too."

Sitting across from Oda, I reached for one of the cans.

"Hmm." Oda raised his eyes to look at me, and frowned slightly, "But Yui is not yet an adult, so if you drink at this age..."

"Only this time."

I interrupted Oda's words, and opened the tab of the can, bubbles gushed out of it immediately, and a scent of wine dispersed.

I shook the beer can, listening to the sound of the liquor sloshing inside, I didn't drink it right away, but stared at Oda with wide eyes without blinking.

He was probably defeated by my eyes, and he sighed. He was obviously not good enough, but he already showed the appearance of a worried old father.

"Only drink in the presence of trusted people."

"Ah."

I nodded obediently, holding the beer can with both hands, looked down at the clear liquid in my eyes, then picked it up and took a sip.

...not very tasty at all.

That's what I thought when I took my first sip.

Bitter and astringent.

But I continued to drink it.

Soon I drank one can of beer, and I silently picked up the second can and opened it, continuing to drink.

Oda also took a can of beer and drank it, but he drank it slowly, looking at me while drinking, probably thinking that he would have to stay awake and take care of me when the time came.

There was no other sound in the room except the sound of swallowing wine.

But this kind of quietness made me relax, and I no longer felt that lonely feeling.

"belch."

After another can of wine, I couldn't help belching as I opened my mouth.

The brain also began to have a feeling of floating, like sitting on a cloud.

"Oda."

I stood up in a daze and stepped on the low table, but I didn't notice that there was an empty beer can under my feet, so that when I stepped on it, my foot slipped and I fell completely on the opposite weaving can. Tian Huaili.

"..."

Subconsciously, I reached out and grabbed his clothes, and buried my head in his arms.The tightly locked dam collapsed at this moment, and all the emotions were vented violently, which made me burst into tears——

"Whoa whoa-"

"Oda, Oda—"

"Wow--"

I really want, I really want to turn back time and get back everything I lost.

However, this is always just my delusion.