Why aren't people raising me

Nakahara Masaharu woke up on a warm and soft bed.

The door of the room was not closed, and there was some light that was not dazzling, and there was a faint conversation outside, and Masaharu Nakahara's still chaotic brain could not let him hear what they were saying clearly.

... the third generation.

Masaharu remembered his third life.

The shortest and most regrettable life.

The feeling of being forgotten is not pleasant. Masaharu Nakahara seems to have a suffocating feeling of being strangled by the neck. He seems to have just learned to breathe, so he wakes up from the long memory. He vaguely remembers that he cried for no reason before remembering the memory. Now touch the face, but there is no trace.

Masaharu Nakahara turned over, and he did not appear on the hospital bed when he woke up, indicating that he had not been in a coma for a long time, at least not so frightened that he was sent to the emergency.

Subconsciously groping for the phone, the silver-white children's phone was put on the bedside table thoughtfully. Masaharu Nakahara clicked on the screen, and there was still a message from Natsume Takashi on it, meeting him.

……I see.

It turned out that he really got what he wanted.

Masaharu Nakahara had everything Natsume craved.

Staring blankly at the void for 2 minutes, Nakahara Masaharu, who was immersed in emotions, gradually recovered. He didn't know his arrangements for the past few days for the time being, so he squinted his eyes while supporting his body in a bad state and replied: [I'll ask my brother, see See if it's available recently. ]

It took a while to read the message, Natsume Takashi may be doing homework, [OK. ]

Masaharu Nakahara got up and got out of bed, feeling no discomfort. Looking at the time again, the electronic clock showed that it was eight o'clock in the evening.

It's not too late, I wake up at this point, I'm afraid I don't need to sleep at night.

Thinking of this, the sound of conversation outside became clear in Nakahara Masaharu's ears.

"I think Masaharu may miss his brother too much." It was Hagiwara Kenji's voice, not deliberately lowered, maybe thinking that Masaharu's room door was still closed, "You always say that this kid is very honest, don't keep your words in your heart, but in case As soon as he touched your heart, he might hide it."

"My sad place, what is my sad place?" Matsuda Zhenping replied to him with the sound of boiling water, "Oh...you mean he is afraid that I will be jealous? No way, am I such a stingy person in his eyes? It's too nasty."

"A child's mind is more delicate. He is probably thinking that if he lives with you but misses others, he will appear to dislike you."

"..."

"Based on this, he hasn't seen his brother Zhongye for almost a year, not even during Chinese New Year."

"Well, that's true, but Zhong Yuan said that he went abroad to work, and I didn't ask about the details, otherwise I would directly take Yazhi to see him."

Masaharu Nakahara leaned against the door and listened quietly.

Nakahara is still in Yokohama, it's just an excuse for Matsuda Jinping to prevent Masaharu from going to Yokohama, and Nakahara Masaharu doesn't want to cause trouble for Nakahara Chuya.

When he came out of his room, two young men leaning on the kitchen counter looked at him and greeted him with different expressions.

"Yo, Xiaobai woke up." Kenji Hagiwara smiled, "Your eyes are swollen, how sad have you encountered?"

Masaharu Nakahara touched his nose, a little embarrassed, "I had a dream."

Matsuda Jinpei turned off the stove where the porridge was cooking. This rhetoric made him feel familiar, so he asked seriously, "What dream is this time?"

"A monster's dream."

"That's pretty grotesque."

Can cry because of a dream, really a delicate personality.

"Actually, this dream wasn't very sad. I cried mainly because I was so happy."

Huh.

Hagiwara Kenji: "You still cry with joy?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara: "Brother Yan, my Chinese is very good, and I won't be a child anytime soon."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Kenji Hagiwara subconsciously checked Masaharu Nakahara's height, "It's just hard to imagine that the emotion of crying with joy will appear in..."

will appear in a child.

Even Masaharu Nakahara is a precocious child in all aspects.

"And then? I'm listening." Matsuda Jinhei approached him,

Masaharu Nakahara took the water that Matsuda Jinpei handed him, and continued, "The monster was gradually forgotten by those close to him, trapped in a remote and narrow place where he couldn't get out of it, and finally died of despair, because now I am more than a dream. The self in the movie is too happy, he has everything he desires, so it is the joy of getting what he wants.”

The self in the dream.

Matsuda Jinpei bit the word.

It really wasn't an ordinary fantasy dream.

Many people forget that they are in a false dream when they dream, and in the dream they experience life and death with true feelings. Matsuda Jinhei also dreamed about the sacrifice of Hagiwara Kenji, the pain and shadow of losing his best friend, and he couldn’t escape even when he woke up. .

So Masaharu Nakahara dreamed something terrible and real.

And why do you have such a dream...

Matsuda Jinhei stared at Nakahara Masaharu's calm face,

Is it really because you have been separated from your close brother for too long, and you have a sense of crisis of being abandoned, or a sense of loneliness?

"Come on, have something to eat first." Matsuda Jinpei handed him the porridge, "You've been sleeping since noon, and you probably won't be able to sleep at night. Do you want to ask for leave tomorrow?"

"I can sleep hard."

"Won't you be afraid to go back to that dream again?"

Masaharu Nakahara was taken aback, "...I'm not afraid."

"It's easy to think wildly when you sleep hard."

"It is."

"Did your brother say when he will return to China recently?"

"No." Nakahara Masaharu was melancholy, "When I think of Chuka now, I'm worried about 'Fat Zhi'."

Hagiwara Kenji: "..."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

He kept saying that he didn't care, didn't he care about his figure very much!

Masaharu Nakahara continued to feel melancholy, "Actually, Chubby is pretty good, because I was still malnourished before, and I may be happy when I become fat."

To a certain extent, Masaharu Nakahara is looking forward to Chuya Nakahara's performance after seeing him like this.

And he is also looking forward to the changes in the Central Plains.

***

Three days later, Nakahara Masaharu did not see Natsume Takashi.

On the way to the appointment, his mouth was covered, his waist picked up, and he was stuffed into the car.

It's outrageous!Robbing people in broad daylight? !

Masaharu Nakahara stared wide-eyed, relying on his physical fitness, the man who pushed him onto the car seat had a bitter expression on his face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his attire was also unspeakably plain. He, "Shut up, little brat!"

"It was because of your scream that my companion was run over by a car and arrested by the police. Now you are at ease."

Ida still can't forget that day, his kind friend who wanted to send a message to the police was startled and fell down because of a scream.

If the other party goes to prison with a wounded hand, he will definitely be bullied in prison. After all, places like prisons are the most bullying.

Jing Tian secretly investigated for a long time, and suddenly discovered that the kid who made trouble that day turned out to be the younger brother of a criminal policeman. What's more interesting is that the job of that criminal policeman was to deal with explosives.

And Ida is best at making bombs.

Pressing Masaharu's hand with [-]% strength, Nakahara Masaharu felt the pain that his jaw was about to be dislocated, he subconsciously pinched the man's wrist, and saw his expression became more fierce.

"Today, you are the most useful hostage."

A ray of sunlight fell into Masaharu Nakahara's eyes. The front of the vehicle was facing the sun. His body trembled and he did not dare to turn into a ghost.

"I don't believe that those policemen won't let you go for you."

madman!

Masaharu Nakahara glared at him,

Ida grinned, and the child under his hands was struggling hard. Although he was not interested in torturing little ghosts, he felt some pleasure in controlling others.

In the next second, Ida's face twisted.

Masaharu Nakahara kicked his lower body, picked the right place and kicked him again.

Ida's hands trembled, and he let go of Masaharu just like that.Masaharu Nakahara curled up and jumped forward. He reached out and pulled the door handle. The door didn't open and was locked.

Masaharu Nakahara turned to press the switch of the window. His size and sensitivity were enough to jump out of the car window, but as if the window was rolled down, Masaharu was pressed down again by a huge force on his neck.

The slightly long hair was pulled painfully, and Masaharu Nakahara's face was pressed against the car seat, and he was deprived of air for a moment.

In the face of the absolute disparity in power, he couldn't even move his head.

"You're quite smart." Ida pressed the back of his neck, because the car seat is soft, he didn't show mercy, "I don't hate your struggle, after all, the harder you struggle—"

With his other hand, he pressed the hands-free button for the call, and continued maliciously,

"The harder you struggle, the more distressed the person opposite you will be."

"Yaji!"

A slightly familiar young voice came over the phone, and it took Masaharu Nakahara a while to recognize that it was a colleague of Matsuda Jinpei. He always called those people older brothers, or police uncles, so he couldn't even name them.

Ida let go of his hand, and Masaharu Nakahara let out an uncomfortable moan from his throat. He raised his head to breathe, but was pressed down again.

Those painful broken sounds were all transmitted to the mobile phone microphone that was deliberately close.

"You heard me, even if you don't know him, you can still recognize him as a child." Ida paused each word with satisfaction, "I don't have much patience, either you let him go, or tear up the ticket!"

Someone seemed to be approaching anxiously on the other side of the phone, followed by nervous and heavy breathing, but the person didn't say anything, just listening quietly.

The person in charge of the wiring tried to stabilize the criminal, "Calm down first, we have notified the warden, it will take some time to reach your designated location..."

Ida snorted coldly and hung up the phone with a snap.

As long as he is released, he has plenty of ways to smuggle out of the country and live a happy life with the money he robbed before.

He took off Masaharu Nakahara's coat, and started to tie things on the child ungently.

Now that it is spring, Nakahara Masaharu is only wearing a slightly thick coat. After he realized what was tied to his body, his thinking stopped for a moment.

bomb.

A whole row of bombs.

A bomb that would gasify him directly.

At this level, if you become a ghost, you will be blown to ashes!

The ominous sound of the timer starting was very clear in the car space, Masaharu Nakahara clenched his hands tightly, and he turned his head, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Showing such a fierce expression, I don't hate it." The prisoner smiled strangely,

"Listen, brat, from now on, your little life doesn't belong to you. You should be careful. If this kind of explosive hits somewhere, I can't say whether it will explode early."