Why aren't people raising me

"I am your believer."

believer.

People who believe in gods.

Masaharu Nakahara looked bewildered.

"Wait, I was a god in my previous life?"

Then he had scolded God for being arrogant and vicious before, so he had included himself in it.

"God's statement... is actually not true." Natsume Takashi seemed to be deliberating whether to tell Masaharu more, "Gods are just monsters, in fact, they are all names given by humans, but gods will disappear without belief. "

Like the disappearing dew.

Because of the weakening of his strength, he changed from the size of an adult to a small man less than the height of the calf. After the death of the last old man who remembered him, he disappeared with him.

Masaharu Nakahara was shocked when he got this answer,

Masaharu: "Is my life so mysterious?"

Natsume Takashi agreed, "It's incredible, isn't it?"

Masaharu Nakahara leaned on the pillow and turned over, "Then what was my previous life like?"

he wants to ask.

He wants to have more memories.

The boy was silent.

His eyes were a little complicated, "You told me before..."

——'Guizhi, if you meet me again in your later life, you can communicate with me and establish a relationship with me, because after I leave, the people left behind must be very sad and lonely. '

—' But don't make me remember. '

——'Because at that time, many things were changed. '

—'It doesn't make any sense to think about it. '

The young man spoke in a calm tone.

Nakahara Masaharu could sense the emotion contained in the words, but——

Can't empathize.

Masaharu felt that there was some subtle lack of words, and he said, "You remember it very clearly..."

"But can't you really tell me?"

"At least I can't."

He is keeping the agreement with him in the previous life.

Nakahara Masaharu stared at him quietly,

As if he thought Masaharu's eyes were cute, Natsume Takashi couldn't help but patted his head, "So, in this life, as long as you grow up happily and healthily, you can chat with your relatives and friends as much as you want, and be with your friends as much as you want. They embrace and participate in the lives of others."

"What you said is obviously a very common thing, but it sounds so heavy."

"is it?"

Masaharu Nakahara nodded, "Also, why do everyone like to touch my head?"

For the time being, Masaharu Nakahara can't appreciate the "love" of human beings towards young people.

He also observed Qi Mu Kongsuke, and he didn't think he was cute except that his face was really round.

Natsume Takashi laughed, "You can touch it back too."

"Can't I know about Yinan?" Yazhi asked the monster in the room, "Does he want to know me?"

"Yinan has a special ability. What he did to you before made you unconscious for nearly a month. He is very guilty now." Takashi Natsume looked away again, but there was a clear focus, "But his voice You can't hear either."

"Ghosts have physicality, right? They can touch things just like humans." Yazhi straightened up, "Then why don't he just write it down with a pen?"

He raised his tone, feeling that he had thought of a good way.

Natsume Takashi: "..."

Yi Nan: "..."

Guizhi said, "He can't write."

Masaharu: "...Oh." It turned out to be illiterate.

Natsume Takashi: "Yinan said that because it is human writing, he has never paid attention to it." He bent his eyes, "But he will study hard from now on, because he wants to communicate with you, although I can help you too. Sending a message, but he seems to prefer direct communication with you and two people alone."

Did I unconsciously add a task to that monster?Does he like to study?

Nakahara Masaharu seemed to be aware of looking around, he always felt that there was a gaze staring at him, but it was not uncomfortable.

While talking, the meal was finally delivered.

Masaharu Nakahara touched his finally bulging belly and sighed, "If I don't wake up again, will I have an esophagus inserted? It's terrible to be a disabled person who can't take care of himself."

"No, if you fall asleep again next time, I will try to wake you up."

"If you talk like this, you should be able to please girls." Nakahara Masaharu looked at him. Although they were not blood brothers, they still had a close relationship. Masaharu's eyes became loving again, "Should you Are you talking about a girlfriend?"

This is the case at this age.

He has been in love with Yue Yan since he was 14 years old, and love among high school students has always been everyone's dream.

Natsume Takashi's thoughts froze for a moment.

It's not shyness, it's just pure... I think it's very strange to say this from the mouth of nine-year-old Masaharu Nakahara...

"Puff, haha, sorry...haha..." He covered his mouth and shook his shoulders and laughed, "Sorry, I just really feel..."

That's just a kid pretending to be mature.

Masaharu Nakahara, who wanted to care about his younger brother as an older brother, was suddenly discouraged.

He defended, "Actually, I am not young. Judging from the current memory, I am almost 20 years old."

But he is used to pretending to be a child, and pretending to be a child needs to make the logic simple, don't think deeply about things, don't show a pensive and dignified expression, and only show worries and anxieties that don't belong to this age when no one is around.

They talked late into the night, from nine to eleven.

"I should go, because I am on behalf of Uncle Shi to visit relatives." Natsume Takashi stood up, a little bit reluctant, but more relieved, "We will see you again when we have time, Masaharu."

***

After dawn, Masaharu Nakahara met many people, and his ward was as lively as Nakaya's room back then.

When those people heard the news of his waking up, they came to him one by one.

Some of these people knew each other, and some didn’t. Masaharu Nakahara collected a bunch of flowers and condolences, and some thought carefully that children might not like flowers, so they bought him toy pistols, wristbands, and various sports props. But they all come quietly, and then go quietly.

But seeing how popular he is, Masaharu Nakahara always has a bad feeling...

"Come and see the hero of our port mafia, Masaharu Nakahara—" the foolish bird is the most unreliable, with a frivolous manner and no serious tone, "now you are a legend in the organization, many people have never seen your appearance, But they all remember the tenacious spider silk that saved them, if those spider silks hadn’t disappeared, they might still seal it up and wear it like a talisman.”

He smiled and said, "And you may not know that when you rescued someone, you pulled off a person's pants, and his butt rubbed against the ground. Now he can only lie on his stomach in the hospital."

He probably wanted to say something funny to make Masaharu happy, but Masaharu didn't get the joke.

"...Is this a good thing I did?"

"Why is it not a good thing? He just suffered a little flesh injury." He was puzzled, and then he looked shrewd, "Aren't you all paying attention to novelties at this age, don't worry, no one will see him at night butt."

"..." Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips,

The idiot bird raised the corner of his mouth with his finger, wondering, "Little Masaharu, just have a smile~"

The public security officer said softly, "He's not feeling well, don't embarrass him."

Masaharu Nakahara is really not in the mood to laugh, he is a little flustered now.

"Am I famous? Does everyone know I did it?"

After several people left, he asked Shirase who was still here.

"It's famous." Shirase replied with a dark face. He had been standing outside the door just now, because he really didn't want to be with the hated port mafia members.He felt that he was using his whole body's restraint to manage his expression, "A lot of people saw you that night, even though it was too dark and you were too far away to see your face clearly, your features are still quite obvious, white hair and fair skin ...Later you fainted, and the idiot bird hugged you to find a doctor, because his attitude was very urgent, and many people guessed it."

The King of Sheep is famous,

The King of Sheep has a younger brother who is also famous to some extent.

"I was in a hurry to save people, so I didn't think too much..." Masaharu Nakahara gripped the quilt tightly, "What will happen to me?"

"What are you panicking about?" Shirase looked at him strangely, "You are a rare genius, you young man with supernatural powers, you will definitely not be short of money in the days to come, maybe you will be able to become an official..."

There was a hint of envy in his eyes, which he habitually covered up, "What is this, is it the mutual attraction between people with different abilities? You and Zhongye have been like brothers since childhood, and now they are both powerful with different abilities." the one."

Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes: "Brother Shirose..."

Inferiority.

This young man who grew up with him, belittled his supernatural powers, but at the same time longed for power.

"Don't call me that, supernatural powers are not all, there are still many ordinary people in the world." Shirase picked up the apple on the table, wiped it on the clothes in front of his chest, and took a bite, "I don't think I am even worse than the middle..."

"..."

Seeing that Shirase was fine, Masaharu Nakahara thought about his reputation again absent-mindedly.

The ward was quiet for a few seconds, Shirase suddenly said in a deep voice,

"Aji, I'm going to England."

Masaharu Nakahara: "...?"

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Shirase unexpectedly, "Are you going to England?"

"Don't believe me, I'm serious. When I saw Adam, I was thinking that a place as small as Yokohama is not suitable for me at all. I am a man who wants to be a king. I must go out and make a career."

He took a bite of the apple, as if he was about to chew something, "When the time comes, I will destroy the port mafia, and let Chuya kneel down and beg me!"

The encouragement and appreciation Masaharu Nakahara was about to say choked up, and he immediately swallowed those words, "...how is your English?"

"It's a bit bad, but it doesn't matter. I'll definitely be proficient after a month there. It's not like I haven't talked to gringos. Yazhi, won't you show the gringos the way?"

Yokohama is a concession, and there are many ships in the port. Occasionally, you can see lost foreigners on Leibo Street. They are rich, and some are relatively generous. Children can get tips for helping him.

"Then... where did Adam go?"

Masaharu Nakahara thought of that robot.

"Dead." Shirase said without any fluctuations in his tone, "In order to protect Chuya, Verlaine strangled him to the ground, and he might be scattered in the air and inhaled by you with your breath, so don't be sad, you are always together .”

Masaharu Nakahara's expression was a little horrified.

"Are you telling dark jokes? What a creepy description."

Shirase snorted.

"Is he scaring you?" Darryl felt that he had read people's hearts, "He wants fear to drive away your sadness."

In fact, Masaharu Nakahara was not very sad.

Perhaps it is because Adam has no relationship with the time of death. Even if he behaves like a human again, Nakahara Masaharu can hardly feel that he is a creature. This is what he lost because he had the eye of death. In his world, there are only humans with a countdown on their heads , and the countdown to cleared corpses.

Besides, Adam had only spent a few hours with him.

But Zhong also regards Adam as a friend, Adam also died to save Zhong Ye, and Zhong also felt sad.

"The robot will have a backup file, will it be remade?"

"I don't know, foreign stalls, let them clean up by themselves."

***

Masaharu Nakahara could only get out of bed and walk on the third day.

Chuya has never shown up. Masaharu Nakahara guessed that it was because the Port Mafia was seriously injured this time, which made many hostile organizations ready to move, so Chuya also went to suppress it. Maybe Dazai Osamu did not come for this reason... No, mackerel It doesn't matter if you come or not.

He adjusted to his newly grown legs and moved slowly in the ward.

The door was opened suddenly, there was no knock, Masaharu Nakahara looked back,

is a child.

It looks smaller than Yazhi.

His features are so strange that Masaharu is surprised. His hair is one white and one black, neatly divided into two sides. He is holding a puppet in his arms, and it seems that he has not left his body for a long time depending on how old it is.

The child smiled sweetly, "Brother, it's so boring here, can you play with me?"