Why aren't people raising me

After Hezhong also made it clear, Masaharu Nakahara's life tended to be peaceful.

The advantage of having a criminal police by his side is that Masaharu Nakahara can always find rescue as soon as possible when he finds something bad.

He rescued a girl in the same class in the fourth month after he was officially adopted. When the countdown to the girl's death was still four days away, he pulled Matsuda Jinpei seriously after returning home, and used two categorical words,

"It's domestic violence."

Matsuda Jinpei almost doubted his ears, "What did you say?"

"Mingli always has wounds on her body. There are bruises on her arms, cigarette burns on the back of her hands, and a bruise on her forehead covered by bangs. I accidentally bumped into her abdomen today, but it didn't help much. strength, but she showed a very painful expression." Masaharu Nakahara, who told about the evil deeds, looked very calm, "She was raped by her father."

"How do you know this?"

"Because Akari is a single-parent family, and her school uniform is always tainted with the smell of cigarettes." Masaharu Nakahara seemed a little disgusted, "I hate that smell, no child would like it, let the bitter smell of cigarettes soak into the clothes for a long time, It will take several hours at least, and it must be very irresponsible for an adult to watch over a child smoking."

Matsuda Jinping frowned, "I see, I will investigate this matter."

However, even if the police came to investigate the situation and detained Mingli's father, the number on the girl's head did not change.

Not this cause of death.

Nakahara Masaharu stared at her, Akari felt his gaze and shrank back uncomfortably.

"What's the matter, Mingli?"

"Masaharu-san has been watching me."

"Hey, does he like you?"

"I don't think... that look doesn't look like liking."

It was too conspicuous, and Masaharu Nakahara looked away, trying to find other potential dangers.

Is it a traffic accident, a sudden death, a disaster?

Nakahara Masaharu went through all the ways of death that he thought of, and finally decided to invite her to his house on the night of Akari's death, but when this idea was still implemented, Saiki Kongsuke said to him,

"is teacher."

"What?" Masaharu Nakahara, who was competing with him to pile sand, didn't react.

"You were distracted just now. You have been absent-minded recently. I can see that you are worried about a girl." Qi Mukong said confidently, "It is your head teacher who wants to harm her."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara: "What are you talking about, you haven't met our teacher, have you? You just pestered me to play after school."

"Kusuo told me... ah, no." Qi Mukong's assistant stopped talking halfway, Masaharu Nakahara looked at him with a somewhat concealed expression, "In short, I can see the essence of that scum at a glance."

"Who is Kusuo?"

"...my brother."

"The one with the swing car?"

"Correct."

Masaharu Nakahara grinned, "He's much cuter than you."

As a result, Sai Mu Kongsuke showed your ignorant and disdainful eyes, "Instead of paying attention to that, it's better to worry that the castle you built is shorter than mine."

Although Nakahara Masaharu didn't seem too entangled with the teacher's question, but Saiki Kongsuke's words woke him up.He began to deliberately observe the head teacher who had been neglected by him, and gradually discovered a terrifying doubt.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Darryl asked with the mentality of watching a play to understand, "Have you found his flaw?"

"His eyes are disgusting. He has been looking at Mingli. If I were a teacher, what would I do to Mingli with this identity? Where is the safest place where no outsiders will set foot? I should carry the murder weapon with me. Then will it be in the locker? But if you are in a hurry to commit a crime, it will be very troublesome to go to the locker to get the murder weapon at the scene, so it should be in..."

Following Darryl's guidance, Nakahara Masaharu read out these thoughts that crossed his mind in a state of concentration.

"Okay, stop talking, I'm so annoying." She was terribly quarreled, "Anyway, you will only say that I have a low IQ."

During his lunch break, Masaharu Nakahara ran to the bathroom to take out his mobile phone, and called Matsuda Jinhei. The first sentence at the beginning was, "My homeroom teacher is a pervert."

The police were dispatched quickly, and the evidence was conclusive. Matsuda Jinping realized that he had never doubted Masaharu's words from the beginning to the end when all the dust settled.When a normal person hears a child say such a serious matter, they will at least have the idea that it is untrue, just a joke, such an idea.

But Masaharu Nakahara was too calm.

It was as if he was dealing not with a child, but with a quick-thinking adult.

"How did you find out?" Matsuda Jinping couldn't help asking again.

Masaharu Nakahara: "I saw the essence of that scum at a glance."

Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"

Hagiwara Kenji smiled beside him, "He's a genius, right Jinpei?"

"This genius is a bit weird."

"Although I think it's unfair to Masaharu to say this, but..." Kenji Hagiwara lowered his voice, "Don't you think this is a bit like the attraction between the same kind?"

"... Yazhi is not a pervert."

"Of course I know. That's not what I mean. You've noticed Masaharu's characteristics. He's very good at thinking from other people's point of view." Kenji Hagiwara rested his chin on one hand, his expression was very lazy, but the light in his eyes Shrewd and shiny, "he imagines himself as a criminal, so he can spot the criminal."

As a result of this case, the two of them took Masaharu Nakahara to the playground again.

Nakahara Masaharu would go to Nakahara Chuya every month, and he was restricted by Chuya for the number of times he met, even if he was very dissatisfied and missed him, he could not refute anything.

Because it is also right.

Without the ability to protect himself, he will be used as a bargaining chip by hostile organizations.

Later, Masaharu found himself getting acquainted with the members of the YMCA, because unlike Chuya, who was in charge of gem smuggling, these people had their own tasks, not limited to Yokohama. The busiest ones were public security officials. Run around the world.

"Let me tell you, Chuya now has a title--Jewel King, hahahaha." The fool bird is more childish, and his favorite thing to do is to tease Masaharu, they don't know how to touch children, Nakahara Masaharu is so soft and lively Existence keeps them fresh,

Their approach and attitude can even be described by Yazhi in the following words——

"Mafia love."

Such sticky words made the silly bird get goose bumps.

"Don't, don't, we treat you as an interesting toy." The silly bird said unreliable lines, "You are so cute, and you are Chuya's younger brother, we take care of the following as we should."

Isn't this love?It's just the difference between love very much and love [-]%.

But kindness makes no difference.

In addition, Nakahara Masaharu finally mustered up the courage and planned to meet Natsume Takashi.

He felt that he had enjoyed enough of the comfortable life, and he wanted to explore the past life that was in front of him but did not lift the curtain.

They kept in touch all the time. Masaharu Nakahara followed Matsuda Jinpei and learned to use the mobile phone to send text messages and chat with people, and he could type very fast.

Takashi Natsume's style on the phone is as restrained as himself, and he often sends warm and meticulous words to Masaharu in a literary and artistic way,

[This year's snow is as beautiful as previous years, so pay more attention to your body. ]

[The cherry blossoms are blooming, Masaharu, the cold winter has passed. ]

[Do you want to go to the beach in summer?But you grew up in Yokohama, you should have seen the sea. ]

There are completely no slots in the lines, and Masaharu Nakahara's reply is forced to calm down.

He also thought with complicated emotions, "Isn't this the life I was a Fengya son?"

Daryl: "Guess."

"I can not guess it."

"Just ask him and you'll know."

So Nakahara Masaharu thought about asking Natsume Takashi to meet him.When he sent the message, he was following Zhongyuan Zhongye for a physical examination at the hospital, and Zhongye was still concerned about his malnutrition.

"The physical examination is at least once a year. Do you have to know this in the future?"

Masaharu Nakahara nodded obediently. Anyway, he was not the one who paid for it, and time was ample for a primary school student.

He sent a message for a long time without getting a reply, and then unexpectedly, he bumped into Natsume Takashi in the corridor.

The brown-haired boy rushed out from the stairs in a panic, and everyone in the corridor cast surprised glances at him who was in a state of embarrassment.

But Natsume Takashi couldn't care about anything, his eyes were chasing a certain point in the sky, anxiously, "Masaharu, get out of there!"

Masaharu Nakahara was dazed by his yelling, but he has always had good reflexes and is prepared for potential dangers, so he moved away immediately.

But Natsume Takashi's expression was even more frightened,

"Yaji!"

A white light penetrated Yazhi's eyes.

In a daze, he saw a huge monster flying towards him. Although it had a strange shape, it was not ugly.

"Yinan, don't do anything to Yazhi."

Natsume Takashi's angry scolding could be heard dimly in his ears, his voice sounded quite cold when he was angry,

"Natsume-sama, Natsume Masaharu-sama, I finally found you."

The monster named Yinan hugged Yazhi, and his forehead rested on the child's, with a soft and long voice, "Do you remember me?"

Memories are rushing out like breaking the seal.