Why aren't people raising me

"Where do you think it would be more appropriate?"

Nakahara Masaharu looked at him expressionlessly.

His silence and eyes made Yumeno Hisaku feel faint uneasiness, and gradually he was almost at a loss and annoyed.

"Does your wound not hurt?" Masaharu Nakahara asked suddenly.

"what?"

"The scratch on your leg."

There was a long scratch on Yumeno Kusaku's calf, which was very thin, but it also caused a fine and dense tingling sensation, which was caused by his thrashing and struggling when he was about to get an injection.

In addition, there was a small nail print on the side of his face, pinch marks on his wrists, large and small bruises on his knees, and scratches on his palms holding flowers.

At first glance, he looked like a child covered in bruises.

"It hurts to death." Yumeno Hisaku glared at him, seeming to shift his malice, "How can it not hurt, are you an idiot for asking such a question?"

I don't know if there was an element of irritation on purpose in these words, but Masaharu Nakahara was calm.

With trembling hands and feet, he crawled back onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over himself.

Yumeno Hisaku, who had been waiting for a long time: "...?"

"You haven't answered my question yet," he reminded.

Yazhi turned sideways to straighten the bouquet he messed up, and said solemnly, "Actually, the flesh on your hand is still relatively small, can you try to pierce your thigh?"

Yumeno Hisaku: "?"

"Thighs and arms are fine. The most vulnerable people are eyes and..." Masaharu Nakahara looked down and swallowed the word, "But this kind of damage is irreversible. If a person's eyeballs are pierced, they can't be as good as arms and thighs." Heal like that, but lose sight forever."

Yumeno Hisakuku trembled, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm just discussing the danger with you." Masaharu Nakahara said lightly, "But in fact, this flower is very fragile, not as sharp as a knife. It may not pierce the skin at all, but it is possible to wear a little bit of skin. Without special procedures With training, you just break it."

If it is Assassin King or Cold Blood, it should be able to turn this flower into a sharp weapon that can easily take people's lives.

While Masaharu was talking, he kept looking at Yumeno Hisaku.

Self-harm.

Using self-harm as a bargaining chip, self-centered.

Possibly a mentally disturbed child.

I don't know what stimulated me to want to use this method to attract other people's attention, it was like screaming: look at me, stop me, I'm doing something terrible.

And as if taking an enigmatic interest in the act of hurting oneself, as if it would lead to some kind of pleasure.

Yumeno Hisaku also restrained his expression, "Aren't you going to grab my hand?"

"I'm so tired, I don't want it." Masaharu Nakahara stretched out his five fingers, "And I can't use any strength at all, and I can't stop you at all."

Yumeno Hisaku was a little depressed, "You are really strange."

At this time, it is right to shift his focus.

Masaharu Nakahara pretended to be sincere and eager to learn, "This flower is obviously very beautiful, and you can still smell its fragrance. It is something that can make your body and mind happy. Why do you use it to hurt yourself?"

Children respond to the emotions of those around them.

They will also actively express themselves to gain a sense of identity.

So Yumeno Hisaku answered Masaharu, "Because I can only see its roots are sharp and ugly."

As he said that, he grabbed the corolla with his hands, and roughly crushed the petals to pieces, destroying the beauty in front of his eyes seemed to give him some encouragement, and he was expecting Yazhi's reaction viciously.

But Masaharu Nakahara did not get angry, did not teach him nor beat him, but said, "If your hands get dirty, you should wash them."

Yumeno Hisaku didn't understand why he reacted differently from others, so Masaharu Nakahara picked up the rabbit doll by the bed, "If you don't like flowers, what about this one? This one is soft and beautiful, right?"

"No, this one looks stupid. Rabbits can't have pink fur."

"What about the car?"

"I have big cars to play with."

"Do you want to read manga? I highly recommend Naruto X. It is really popular now, and it ranks first in weekly sales." Masaharu Nakahara took out the manga book from under the pillow. He once recommended Saiki Kongsuke to read, and Sorasuke On the face of disdain, he also said that he could guess the follow-up of that kind of plot, and he accurately covered all the topics about the plot the next day. Masaharu Nakahara couldn't believe that he made up all the journals in one night and was still in good spirits.

"So is it really a guess?" Masaharu Nakahara asked him at the time, "Can you give me a spoiler for the rest of the content?"

"Spoilers are so boring."

"That's right."

But hot-blooded comics are still the dream of a generation.

Masaharu Nakahara rubbed the cover and asked Kusaku Yumeno, "Are you literate?"

Yumeno Hisakuru stared at him dryly.

Masaharu Nakahara understood.

"So I couldn't read."

And for story-related things, if you don't like the characters and settings at first, most of them will not be interested in touching them.

Masaharu Nakahara shook the sugar jar, Nakaya bought it for him, but he didn't come to deliver it himself, but entrusted his subordinates to give it to him, it is a famous brand, the price is so expensive that Masaharu's eyeballs are about to fall out, "Do you want to eat it? There's nothing wrong with candy, right?"

Yumeno Hisaku gritted his teeth, "Its wrapping paper hurts my eyes."

Masaharu Nakahara tore off the wrapping paper and spread the candy in the palm of his hand, "This is what it looks like."

"It still looks ugly."

Masaharu Nakahara stuffed sugar into his mouth while he was talking.

Yumeno Hisa made a gesture to spit out the candy, and his whole body froze after rolling his tongue.

He glanced at Yazhi secretly, then closed his mouth as if nothing had happened, and remained silent.

Masaharu Nakahara smiled, "How about it, is it delicious?"

Yumeno Hisakuza said inarticulately, "It's not like I haven't eaten sugar before."

Masaharu Nakahara took the opportunity to take the flower in his hand. The stem was smoothed. Masaharu Nakahara was careful not to cut his skin. He pulled off the petals one by one, and said softly, "I originally planned to put it in a vase Here, it can live for a few more days, but now it can also be used as a bookmark after drying, taught in handicraft class."

"Handcraft class, what is that?"

"There are courses in the second grade of elementary school, such as origami."

"What is origami?"

Completely, a child who has never been in contact with the outside world.

Masaharu Nakahara thought,

I don't know what kind of life I live to show such aggressiveness and dullness. I don't know the environment and living habits for the time being, but one thing is certain: no one gives this child respect and care for his personal wishes.

At this point, Matsuda Jinping really did a good job.Nakahara Masaharu chooses the clothes he wears every day. The color of the homework book can be blue or pink. Matsuda Jinhei will discuss with him when he travels. Even if he makes a mistake, he will first ask Masaharu what he thinks, so as to seriously reason.That's not an attitude towards one's own property, that's an attitude towards an equal family member.

That's the way a child grows to be confident and empathetic, happy and infinitely secure,

Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips and scanned the room, but found no paper.

Yumeno Hisaku still looked at him, his eyes looked like a real child at this time, just curiously asking about unknown things.

Nakahara Masaharu hissed a title page from the comic book, then split it in two,

"I'll teach you," he said.

……

Then, Kusaku Yumeno seemed to calm down.

He focused on the paper in his hand, because the hospital bed was a bit soft, so he stood in front of the bedside table and used it as a backing board,

Nakahara Masaharu quietly sent a message to Chuya with a children's phone, asking about Kusaku.

He had heard of Yumeno Hisaku.

It wasn't mentioned by others by name, but Chuya Nakahara once looked at Masaharu and sighed, "You are still good..."

"What? Why did you suddenly praise me?"

"There is a child in our organization who is about the same age as you, and his personality is a bit of a headache." Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to the corner of his clothes that was scratched. This kind of high-end clothes can no longer be worn, "Then Children are easily stimulated, and when it really counts, they don’t seem to be very happy, and they are very good at observing people’s faces carefully.”

"Is the port mafia still responsible for raising children?" Masaharu Nakahara mocked,

"It's not an ordinary child, but a dangerous superhuman."

"Dangerous superhumans~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also knocked on his head, "Don't use such a twisted tone, what do you want to say?"

"Is the dangerous superhuman more powerful than Chuya?" Masaharu Nakahara looked up at him,

"This... is incomparable. I and his abilities are not in the same field. In terms of pure force, he can't even beat you." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought, "But his abilities are really tricky. , I’m also afraid of getting caught.”

The only ability that makes the strong afraid, is the non-defensive mental attack.

Masaharu said indifferently at that time, "Chuya, you need to get to know him well."

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled meaningfully, "Why, are you jealous?" He changed his coat and said, "I don't often meet him."

***

"Really get along well?" Mori Ogai looked at the picture in the monitoring room with some surprise, "Those two children seem to be discussing origami."

In the ward, the atmosphere between them could be called harmonious and friendly.

Emphasis is on Q.

He's totally tamed, it's an imperceptible effect, maybe he doesn't even realize it, but—

Because the ability involves whether he is injured or not, Q has always been very vigilant.

He didn't dare to look away from others, didn't dare to focus on what was in front of him, and now, the doll he held in his arms even slipped a little.

So it is indeed easier for him to let his guard down when he is of the same age.

"Q is defenseless now."

Sen glanced at the surprised and nervous pianist, and ordered in a low voice,

"Do it."

The next moment, something seemed to shoot out.

Masaharu Nakahara seemed to be aware of it, he frowned and looked up at the window.

"What's the matter?" Yumeno Hisaku looked at him, and then showed him his results, "Look! I folded a thousand paper cranes!"

His smile was genuine and pure, as if he was waiting for a compliment, but he froze quickly.

Yumeno Hisaku stared straight ahead, or stared at Masaharu, he realized that his vision was becoming blurred and his mind was dizzy, he reached out to touch his doll, his facial features seemed to be stimulated Twisted, but the arm can't use any strength.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't understand his strangeness, he looked at him blankly, then his body froze,

He saw Yumeno Hisaku crying,

He shed tears for no reason, and the most intuitive sadness came to his face, but Masaharu Nakahara noticed a faint hatred.

"did you do it?"

Yumeno Hisaku was vague, but screamed as if he wanted to break his throat, "I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

However, a calm voice sounded next to him, "Don't suddenly vent your anger and hatred on a target."

Masaharu Nakahara realized that someone had taken action. Of course he didn't like to be slandered, so his voice was stern with the intention of justifying, and then turned into a gentle face to the child, "I didn't do anything."

There was a moment of hesitation and confusion in Yumeno Hisakuku's eyes.

Boom!

He fell forward and plunged into Masaharu Nakahara's arms.The child's limbs drooped limply, apparently unconscious.

Nakahara Masaharu habitually touched the child's forehead, because when Chuya checked his physical condition, he always checked whether he had a fever.

"It's just an anesthesia needle." Darryl squatted at the other corner of the hospital bed, her posture at this time was a bit bold,

"Anesthesia?" Nakahara Masaharu looked at his bare skin, and found a small and miniature needle tube in his neck. He reached out and pulled it out, but he felt that it was weightless. If he shot it quietly, the pain should not be very strong , "did port mafia do it?"

"Yeah, it's protection." Darryl laughed amusedly, "Jazhi, you really saved yourself. You didn't realize his danger at all."

"...the danger of his self-harm?"

"That's right." Darryl rested his chin on his hands, and his eyes fell on Yumeno Kusaku, "This kid is a walking disaster."

The breath of death was a little excited, and he played charades to himself, "He wants to create chaos, and he wants to take advantage of the chaos to escape." Her slender fingers poked the doll that fell to the ground, and the finger bones went straight through. "But it can't be helped now... Well, it's still possible."

As if expecting something good to happen, her teeth that were not covered by her lips trembled,

Soon, someone rushed into the ward and took Yumeno Hisaku and his doll away.

Before leaving, they bowed to Yazhi, "Master Yazhi, I wish you a speedy recovery."

Then the quality is excellent and the door is closed.

Nakahara Masaharu got goosebumps all over his body when he heard the voice of Masaharu-sama, "Ah, Masaharu-sama, did he call it wrong?"