Why aren't people raising me

After uttering the same line as a primary school student's composition, Nakahara Masaharu received the merciless laughter of the two police officers,

"Gold, gold?"

"Zhen Ping, restrain yourself, he is confessing his love very carefully."

Hagiwara Kenji, how could you be better.

Masaharu Nakahara twitched the corner of his mouth, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

At his age, if he talks about serious things, he will be regarded as cute, and there will be a kind of kid pretending to be deep and funny.

Nakahara Masaharu is used to it.Anyway, he was pretty cute.

Taking this incident as an opportunity, Masaharu Nakahara went to Matsuda Jinpei to show his presence around Matsuda Jinpei. After learning that Masaharu was alone at home, Matsuda Jinpei took good care of him. God came to Matsuda to find that he was about to become the little ghost's nanny, and he was more dedicated than his brothers and sisters.

In order to be more like a fan-idol relationship, Masaharu Nakahara asked the two of them for autographs.

"I don't need a signature..."

Masaharu Nakahara immediately showed a disappointed expression.

"The speed of changing faces is so fast... No, I see, where are you going to sign?"

"Signed to my favorite comic book!"

Darryl, who was watching, laughed at the two of them for being so deceitful, "You haven't cried yet, if you did cry, wouldn't they all have big heads?"

Nakahara Masaharu took out the popular and popular manga-"Naruto Xer".

Matsuda Jinhei was a little surprised, "Can you understand this?" Rather, being able to read without going to school is already very good.

"I like the older brother with black hair and red eyes." Masaharu Nakahara clicked the Uchiha x assistant who showed sharing eyes on the cover, "I think his red eyes are very beautiful!"

It also inexplicably made him feel a little familiar.

Every time Masaharu Nakahara saw those eyes, he could feel a throbbing feeling of being watched from above in his dream.

Hagiwara Kenji agreed with him, "That's right, he's very handsome."

While chatting with him relaxedly, the two remembered Masaharu's hobby.

The most important thing to coax a child is to know what he likes, which can be used to reward the closer relationship. The two new police officers feel that they are getting more and more experienced.

Two weeks later, Masaharu Nakahara felt he knew them well enough to spend the night at their house.

There is a mafia eyeliner who is secretly monitoring their movements. Masaharu Nakahara thinks that it is the man from the opposite building who often looks at him. It should be to prevent the sheep from gathering again, but Masaharu thinks that this eyeliner may still have the task of protecting him. .

If Zhong also really joins the port mafia, he will definitely be able to get a high position by virtue of his strength, and then issue this order.

Masaharu Nakahara would go out and wander around every day, just like before.

He wants to save people, and he does his best to save people. The number of people is incalculable, and it is difficult to see the end like a bottomless pit.When he was with Zhongya in the past, Masaharu often asked him for help.Nakahara also has a rare gravity ability. He is so strong that he can make sheep walk sideways on Leibo Street. In the chaotic era, countless lives are passing by. Masaharu Nakahara can see people who are about to die almost every day. What he often does is to pull the resting brother out to save people, or let him be more merciful when he destroys the hostile organization.

Pedestrians on the street have their own time floating above their heads. Many people can tell at a glance that they will almost die, but some people obviously died accidentally. The death node is only a major case that may make people disappear, not an established ending.As long as they cross the death point, they can at least live to old age in peace.

The death node is not immutable. Even if there is no Yazhi, other people can affect the life and death of others. For example, a brave person saves a child who ran a red light, and a doctor on the operating table desperately snatches someone from death.

Saving people is a kind deed, a blessing, and a personal choice, not destiny.

What Yazhi has to do is to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

But he doesn't have the ambition and self-confidence to save everyone, because he knows that he is just a child now.

In my impression, he seemed to have studied medicine, because the people who studied medicine and treated people were also counted as his merits.

And there is another kind of death, which is unnatural death.

It transcends the law and is an accident among accidents, but the act of saving an unnatural death will not be recorded by the god of death.

After shopping for a day without finding anything, Masaharu Nakahara bought ingredients and went home. Since he really had nothing to do, he took out a bundle of noodles and counted them to pass the time.

"We are also in contact."

"Not in touch."

"We are also in contact."

"Not in contact..."

These words are actually meaningless, because Masaharu Nakahara already knew the result he wanted.

Darryl laughed at him, "You have only been separated for less than a month, do you miss him that much?"

"Don't contact Zhongya..." Masaharu Nakahara put down the last noodle, took out another bundle,

"Ignoring me again." Darryl floated around unaware of boredom, "What can you do if you get in touch with him, can you find a way to meet him, you short-handed, short-legged, moneyless, and nobody's turnip , not even an identity."

"That's what I can't figure out. I'm still a black householder, and Zhongye, who joined the port mafia, won't even help me with this?" Masaharu Nakahara threw the noodles and was silent for a while, "...he is my brother .”

"A little toy picked up in the trash can, how can there be any brotherhood."

"Darryl, if you can't speak, you can shut up."

Daryl snorted a few times, "So how are you going to contact him?"

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at him, got up on his knees, and walked towards the window, "Look for eyeliner to gain connections, and you won't be able to sneak in again. I'm a child, and it's easy to take advantage of the security loopholes. If I get caught, I just lie and say that I came with an adult. Yes, I should be able to lower their vigilance and escape, or ask Matsuda and the others to send me to Yokohama..."

"Speaking of those two little police officers, they seem to be planning to adopt you."

Masaharu Nakahara paused, "...what did you say?"

"After you went to bed last night, I was bored and went to his room. Guess what I saw? Your resume, and the list of foster families. But he crossed them all off, and checked himself savings." Darryl's voice trembled as if he was talking about something funny, "He even searched the nearby elementary school."

Masaharu Nakahara climbed onto the bench to watch the wind, and did not show much emotional fluctuations, "No wonder he feels a little mysterious recently."

"..."

"Yazhi." Darryl suddenly changed his tone, "I found something interesting."

"how?"

"Look at the room where the eyeliner lives."

Masaharu Nakahara listened to his instructions and looked over, and was dazzled by something, which seemed to be a silver pipe reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

Someone stabbed a knife into a person's body, more than once viciously, and red splashed out in a trance, Masaharu Nakahara watched in a daze, until a bloody handprint suddenly appeared on the glass.

That hand stretched out towards the glass as if making a final call for help, and then slid down feebly.

The murderer swung the knife and turned to look at Masaharu.

Eyes, right on.

The man raised his hand, pointed in Yazhi's direction, and tapped lightly.

"thump!"

Masaharu Nakahara fell to the ground, his clothes soaked in cold sweat instantly.

Darryl didn't think it was a big deal, and said briskly, "It's over, you witnessed the murder, and you were discovered by him. Is he saying to you: 'You will be next'?"

"No!" Nakahara Masaharu snapped, "He's counting the floors, he's counting the floors here!"

Masaharu Nakahara staggered up and rushed out of the room, slamming on the door next door.

"Matsuda! Brother Matsuda! Something happened, Brother Matsuda——"

But after waiting for ten seconds and no one answered, Masaharu Nakahara gritted his teeth,

Damn it!Why do you have to work on weekends!

There are very few residents in this area, and there are not many residents in the newly built apartment buildings. Most of the people who need to rent apartments are office workers.

He rushed to the corridor to go to the street, braked suddenly and grabbed the 1.3-meter wall, propped himself up and looked out.

The speed of the prisoner was very fast, more than twice as fast as Yazhi's short legs. He came out of the apartment building opposite and was walking this way.

That's too late!

Masaharu Nakahara immediately went back to the house and locked the door, pushed the sofa behind the door with great effort, sealed all the windows, and then hid in the bedroom holding the landline phone line.

Call the police, call the police.

Darryl: "Aren't you going to the other floors?"

"Stupid, how do you know that he won't check one by one."

Masaharu Nakahara hurriedly dialed the number, but suddenly found that there was no sound from the receiver.

Darryl said unhurriedly, "That irresponsible brother of yours... oh well, I'll call him Shogo...he really doesn't want to spend money to recharge his phone bill."

Masaharu Nakahara put down the phone with a pale face, and murmured in a breathy voice, "Then I now..."

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, as clearly as if they were deliberately stepped on for Masaharu to hear. Nakahara Masaharu got under the bed, and when he heard the gangster turn the doorknob and failed to open the door, there was an impatient violent knocking sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Masaharu Nakahara didn't dare to move, he felt his heart beating extremely harshly,

Out there are murderers.

This realization made Masaharu Nakahara's limbs feel cold,

Where is it, is there someone who has a grudge against eyeliner?Or the opponent of the sheep, the opponent of the port mafia, or simply a perverted lunatic!

Nervousness and fear made his vision a little blurred. He caught sight of a noodle that fell on the ground, and closed his eyes silently.

China also...

"Are you calling that brown-haired brat's name in your heart?" Darryl's head passed through the bed, and he stood upside down in front of Masaharu Nakahara, "It's useless, he won't come, he's far away in Yokohama. "

This bad-natured Death,

Masaharu Nakahara stared fiercely at the skull face,

"Didn't Shogo say that he doesn't want you anymore?"

no.

Masaharu Nakahara clenched his hands tightly, but he felt a little pale in denying it.

In fact, even he himself was panicking,

...Why, Zhong didn't come to me.

He couldn't help recalling the last time with his brother, the cobalt blue eyes showed obvious injuries, and the hands that were stretched out to him were all fixed in the air.

Is it because I speak too harshly when I quarrel?

Masaharu Nakahara took a deep breath, holding back his tears,

But that's not intentional...

elder brother……