The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Time flies fast.

With the efforts of Uchiha Wansora, Hiroshi was barely able to get three out of ten questions right, and the anxiety when facing math homework was also reduced a lot.

He still formed a learning mutual aid group with Quan Jinghua upstairs, and the group was called the Qinglong Gang.

"Why did idiot Hiroya change his mind?" Miki was holding a notebook, drawing with an oil pastel, and looked at Hiroya with a bruised nose and a swollen face suspiciously.

The injury happened three days ago. When Hao also came home from school that day, he saw Quan Jinghua being blocked and robbed by a group of gangsters.

But Quan Jinghua was unscathed, and the Quan family couple upstairs sent a basket of snacks specially, thanking him for his help.

Hao also blushed, and muttered: "What do you know, Jinghuajiang is different."

He thought of the day when the little girl took out a veil from her schoolbag and covered his wound, her eyes were full of worry, and she asked softly, "Are you all right?"

As the sun sets, the red light shines brightly, and he meets his youth.

Hao also threw himself into the sofa and rolled, "Aww, Jinghuajiang is really cute!"

Meiji let out a "huh", "Man——"

Uchiha Wansora is studying the method of Melaleuca, and Alice-chan from Mori Ogai's house called her to make it. Every morning, she would get up early to start making it, and then go out with Osamu Dazai who went to work in Hong Kong.

After delivering the small cakes for takeaway, I stopped by the road to my new work place.

When she started looking for a job again, she realized that it was so difficult to find a job as a minor.

She was rejected by almost all the restaurants in the city, only one sushi restaurant took a fancy to her excellent knife skills in cutting meat.

It's a pity that she only worked in that sushi restaurant for three days, because of the struggle between the mafia, the restaurant was wiped out.

The fighting party is still an old acquaintance - Nakahara Chuya.

The owner of the sushi restaurant saw her greet Nakahara Nakaya, and in a rage, fired her away.

Uchiha Wansora: "..."

She stood in a pile of ruins, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was also in a daze, looked at each other.

"Sorry?" The orange-haired boy asked tentatively.

Uchiha Wansora calmly replied: "It's okay."

She walked up to the terrified Mafia and slapped him.

If it weren't for this unlucky guy who insisted on using his gun, Zhongyuan Zhong wouldn't have kicked the shop down with one kick.

In the end, I went around and was taken in by the kind owner of a curry shop.

The door of the curry shop was pushed open from the outside.

"Hey, Oda, is it still the same?" The boss who seemed to be wearing an apron smiled at the customer and asked familiarly.

The red-haired man nodded.

"Xiaokong, here is a very spicy curry!" The boss shouted to the back kitchen.

When Uchiha Wansora came out with curry, he blinked when he saw him.

"It's you." The two said in unison.

The boss let out an "hey" and asked, "So you know each other?"

Uchiha Wansora put the curry and chopsticks in front of Oda Sakunosuke, nodded, "He still owes me a bowl."

Oda Sakunosuke slapped his head, "Sorry, I forgot last time."

It was obvious that the bowl was returned on purpose, and it turned into a book club exchange meeting, but the most important thing was forgotten.

When Oda Sakunosuke finished eating and was about to leave, he was called to stop him.

"Mr. Oda, can you do me a favor?"

Oda Sakunosuke turned his head, and Uchiha Wansora changed his apron and chased him out.

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"Sorry... I can't do it anymore." Oda Sakunosuke covered his sweaty head and squatted down.

Uchiha Wansora withdrew his fist that rushed out.

"Thank you for today."

"It's okay." Oda Sakunosuke scratched his hair, took the water thrown by Uchiha Wansora, and took a sip.

"Miss Uchiha is really amazing. If the prophecy didn't appear in my mind, I wouldn't even know that you wanted to kill me." Oda Sakunosuke wiped his sweat and looked at the person next to him.

There is no murderous or hostile aura on her body, and there is even a trace of calmness and peace on her body, making it impossible for people to feel that her previous career was to kill people for a living.

The purpose of Uchiha Wankong to find him is very simple.

"I want to try other methods besides killing people." The black-haired girl said that at the time, and there seemed to be a little melancholy in her brows.

Uchiha Wankong asked: "Your supernatural power can predict future dangers, right? If there is a prophecy, please stop me."

Oda Sakunosuke was a little puzzled, "Isn't it easy not to kill people?"

It is enough not to use ultimate moves, not to attack vital points.

But this seems to be very difficult for Uchiha Wansora.

At the beginning, as soon as she started, Oda Sakunosuke's mind began to keep the picture of being killed outward.

Every two seconds he would call to stop, and the whole afternoon his mind was filled with images of Fancy being beaten to death.

The two fought each other all afternoon, and now things are a little better.

Uchiha Wansora put down his ponytail, his black hair was loose on his shoulders, and he sat in a good posture, looking like a good student.

"I was five years old when I killed the first person," she continued, recalling, "I didn't even know I killed him."

"The only thing I remember is when my knife went through the man's chest, Tajima-san said to me well done, and he gave me a piece of malt candy."

"I got a lot of maltose from him, one candy is one person."

Uchiha Wansora shook his foot, "Before I knew it, my first move was a killer move, and I couldn't change it later."

Because the candy is delicious, she wants to keep eating it.

But she was young, if she didn't hit with one blow, she would be the one who died.

When Mrs. Tomoko found out later, it was already too late.

She looked more like a monster wielding a knife than a child.

Mrs. Tomoko didn't say anything at that time, but sat opposite her for a long time and sighed.

In that era when life was regarded as worthless, she couldn't stop Uchiha Wanzo from swinging a knife.

The only thing Mrs. Tomoko can do is to teach her to make every knife she swings more valuable.

Instead of killing for the sake of killing.

"But I found that here, in Yokohama, it seems that killing people can't solve everything, and it can even make the situation worse."

Uchiha Wankong seems to be quite emotional about this.

There are laws, there are police, there are more peaceful solutions.

Simple killing will cause more troubles.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his sore arm, "Ah, but when it's time to kill, you still do it, right?"

Uchiha Wansora lowered his eyes and looked at his toes, "That's right, but we should also learn to adapt to this world."

"That's right." The red-haired man stood up and moved his body, "Then continue."

Before he could react, a straight punch hit him in the face.

Oda Sakunosuke was beaten back two steps, wiped the nosebleed from the beating, and said with some relief: "Ah, it seems to be somewhat successful."

Uchiha Wansora tried to punch the air twice again, remembering the strength of this invincible punch.

"Oda, do you want to do something good?" Uchiha Wansora asked solemnly.

Komigaoka Park.

A group of little girls were playing in the sandpit, their angelic faces made the eyes of those hiding in the dark red.

Suddenly, a little girl stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

The man also stood up and followed behind the little girl.

Seeing the little girl walking further and further away, he swallowed, and when he was about to go out, a cold hand covered his mouth.

"I'll try it with you first." He heard a cold female voice say.

The little girl heard a noise behind her, but when she turned around, she found that there was nothing, only the bushes by the roadside shook and dropped a few leaves.

"strangeness……"

She walked on without knowing it.

Miss Shanji yawned. Today she stayed in the bureau on night shift.

She has become a full-time employee a few days ago and is working even harder.

She got up and made a cup of coffee, then sat back in front of the computer and began sorting out materials related to the YMCA.

Suddenly, a little policeman ran in and shouted: "Senior Shanji, it's not good, suddenly there is an extra person outside."

Miss Shanji rushed out quickly.

At the gate of the police station, there was a man tied up in five flowers. The way of binding was no different from that of binding a pig.The whole person was stripped naked, his body was covered with honey and curry, and many bugs were crawling on him.

With a bruised nose and swollen face, he looked like he had been beaten up before being thrown into the police station.

He has not been here for a long time, but he has attracted many onlookers to point and point at him.

"What's going on?" Miss Shanji asked.

The little police officer said tremblingly, "No, I don't know, it just appeared here suddenly."

Miss Shanji frowned, scanned the surroundings, and finally locked her eyes on the tree.

Uchiha Wansora was lazily standing on the branch with arms folded, with a piece of paper between his fingers, seeing her coming out, he flicked his finger, and the white paper flew directly towards Miss Yamaji.

Miss Shanji's pupils shrank, and she just raised her hand to catch the white paper.

"Miss Shanji, what is this?" the little policeman asked probingly.

Miss Shanji glanced twice, but just looking at it made her heart boil with anger, wishing to rush up and give that man a kick.

She took two deep breaths before she calmed down the turbulent emotions, "The murderer of the five rapes of young girls a few days ago has been found."

She looked up the tree, and there was no one there.

Miss Shanji gritted her teeth and said, "Don't think that I won't arrest you."

"I'm back." Uchiha Wansora sent back to an abandoned warehouse.

That incriminating evidence was interrogated here before.

It is not appropriate to say that it is an interrogation. Uchiha Wansora didn't even use Sharingan, it was just the most common illusion.

The man confessed all his crimes.

Uchiha Wansora was terrified when he heard it, and decided to add Nanako's meal when he went back.

She couldn't imagine what Miki would suffer without Nanako.

Oda Sakunosuke just hung up a phone call and apologized: "I'm going to deal with work now."

"It's okay, it was a pleasure getting along with you today."

Oda Sakunosuke scratched his hair, "Ah, I feel the same way, if only Uchiha hit you a little harder."

Several times, the future scene had appeared in his mind, but he was not fast enough when evading, and he was still hit straight.

Uchiha Wanzo nodded, "I'll try my best next time."

When she left, she always felt that she had forgotten something.

I didn't remember until I got home, and I forgot to take the bowl again.

She slapped her head, forget it, take it next time.

"Kong-chan is in a good mood today."

When Osamu Dazai came back, he hung his coat on the hanger in the entrance, and when he turned his head, he saw the photo without a head, and pressed down the frame in a bit of distress.

Uchiha Wansora came out of the kitchen with fried crabs in his hand, and asked casually, "When did I feel bad?"

She patted Dazai Osamu's hand away, "Wash your hands."

"Yes~" Osamu Dazai took off the bandages on his hands, and the slightly cool water rushed over his fingers, and said briskly, "You are in a good mood every day, but today is especially good."

"Because I am also a loving Uchiha today~"

Uchiha Wansora was clothing the bowl, and Miki came out of the bathroom with Nanako in her arms.

Recently, Nanako is doing all the crab catching, and the first thing she does after flying back every day is to be dragged to the bathroom by Miki to wash it.

In short, Osamu Dazai loves to be clean than Osamu Dazai, who likes to steal food and doesn't wash his hands.

"By the way, Dazai, I met Akira when I came back. She said that she seemed to see the former leader of the Hong Kong gangsters on Raibo Street."

Osamu Dazai covered his ears and shook his head, "If you don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant."

He absolutely does not want to listen to work when he comes home, especially this job-there is no fixed salary!