Why aren't people raising me

Nakahara also joined the port mafia, so he didn't deal with the criminal police. Nakahara Masaharu didn't say anything about him, but just told Matsuda Jinpei that his brother was working in Yokohama to make money.

The matter of adoption was put on hold for the time being, the eyeliner died, Masaharu Nakahara also lost the fastest way to contact Nakahara Nakaya for a while, he watched the time of death getting closer and closer, even the voice of the god of death felt harsh, and he didn't answer and make noise for three consecutive days Darryl.

"Is November 11 an important date?" He once asked Kenji Hagiwara.

"Huh? What day could it be, next Monday?"

So, is it really because of business?

"I want to go to Yokohama."

Nakahara Masaharu said to them, "My brother is in Yokohama, I want to find him."

The eyeliner is dead, but he neglects to monitor the sheep. The place he can go now is wider than before.

"Yokohama?" Kenji Hagiwara, who just came out of the Criminal Division, took the documents and was a little surprised by Masaharu's request. "It seems that getting in and out of the concession is quite troublesome. Even the trains have a set time. Can we go this weekend?"

Actually, I really agreed!

Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes wide, and Matsuda Jinpei patted his head as he passed by, "Did you miss my brother? But bear with it for a few more days, the murder case in our community involved many people, and everyone has been very busy recently of."

It's so easy to talk, it's unbelievably kind, Masaharu Nakahara feels a little uncomfortable.

"You haven't met this kind of guy before." Darryl whispered in Yazhi's ear, "There are no such kind-hearted people in Lei Bo Street. They can fight for a little money. There are robbers everywhere, thugs , thieves, mafia, kidnappers..."

In the end, the voice of the god of death took on an inexplicable tone, "Such a good person can't be saved, but he saved some self-deprecating guys, Masaharu, I feel amused for you."

sarcastic.

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at the skull face, but he was not moved by her,

"Are you trying to say that life is divided into high and low, and those guys I saved before weren't worth it?"

Darryl raised his head, didn't say anything, but showed his approval.

Masaharu Nakahara yelled at her, "Shit!"

The volume of this sentence suddenly increased, before Darryl screamed, Matsuda Jinpei poked his head out from the corner, "Masaharu, did you say dirty words just now!"

Masaharu Nakahara said, "I didn't."

"I heard it, and it's useless to deny it. I don't have your favorite radish tonight."

Masaharu Nakahara was flexible, "I was wrong."

This kid.

Matsuda Jinpei felt that he should keep a straight face, but he was amused by Masaharu's intentionally pitiful little face. He immediately put his head back, fearing that his serious image would collapse in front of Masaharu.

Hagiwara Kenji walked up to him, as if he had discovered something, "Jinpei, I feel..."

"how?"

"If he goes to school, he's either the naughty guy type that girls hate the most, or the cool prince type that they like."

Good appearance, swear words that only older children would say naturally, occasional casual...or a sloppy sitting and walking posture, these are incompatible with ordinary good students, although Masaharu intends to correct it, but his temperament is revealed With a complex atmosphere of society.

Matsuda's eyelids twitched, "Hagi, he's only eight years old! You think so far."

"Hahahahaha..."

***

What Nakahara Masaharu didn't expect was that Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei took him to the amusement park one day after the morning shift.

Even for the evening show, there are a lot of tourists in the garden, most of whom are couples and parents.

The three of them mixed in were not awkward at all.

Yazhi glanced at the adult who was pulling him from left to right, "..."

actually……

"It's rare for the two of us to have more time. Although I brought you here without authorization, you shouldn't hate this place, right?"

"..."

"... Masaharu?"

To bring him here would only yearn for such a child——

Masaharu Nakahara shivered his shoulders forbearance. Under the gaze of the two who felt something was wrong, he jumped up holding both hands and shouted loudly, "It's a playground!"

A Playground That Yokohama Doesn't Have——!

When Masaharu Nakahara was four or five years old, he heard about this kind of thing from others. When he asked Chuya, the half-old boy with red hair also looked confused.

"Playground?"

"They say it's the happiest place to be."

"what is that?"

"My brother doesn't know either."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his chin and pondered, "Is it more fun than the game hall?"

"I don't know, anyway, I'm good at playing games, and I've never beat you."

"You can't even hold the handle with your hands." Nakahara also reached out to wipe the gray on Yazhi's hair, because his light hair color, a little stain can be seen very clearly, "It seems that it's time to cut your hair. "

Masaharu Nakahara immediately went to get the chair and scissors, and wrapped a cloth around his neck, "Come on, I'm ready!"

He seemed to have forgotten what he just said, but the place where the legend is the happiest still left a mark in his heart.

Although Masaharu Nakahara later learned that the so-called happiness is for rich and happy people to entertain.

At this time, Masaharu Nakahara happily hugged his left thigh, then hugged his right thigh, and then took the adult's hand and rushed forward, "First first, first first! Roller coaster, roller coaster!"

Matsuda Jinpei was forced to lower his body to cooperate with his movements, "Although I want to tell you to play casually, but the roller coaster is not good, you are too young!"

"I want a roller coaster—!"

"Don't be self-willed, you will grow to 1.6 meters first!"

Masaharu Nakahara suddenly fell silent. He counted the age difference between him and Chuya, "...my brother hasn't even grown to 1.6 meters."

Matsuda Jinpei: "...how old is your brother?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "Fifteen."

He scratched his head, "I have seven years to go before I can ride the roller coaster!"

Matsuda Jinpei: "...I don't think it should take so long."

He took a look at Masaharu Nakahara's height and said affirmatively, "Don't worry, as long as you eat well and exercise hard, you will be able to reach 1.6 meters in three or four years."

In fact, Masaharu Nakahara doesn’t have a big concept of height. In his eyes, all adults are tall, and he hasn’t gone through adolescence when he grows up. So in his opinion,

Central Plains is also a very tall boy.

He felt that this tallness would always exist, because his elder brother was everything to him, and he would always be more mature and stronger than him.

Even the nasty black-painted kid is trash!

***

Masaharu Nakahara's longing for amusement parks relies on other people's descriptions, because they always have a contemptuous attitude of seeing him as ignorant, and describe an extraordinarily colorful world to him.

Masaharu thinks that he may be a studious person, who acquires knowledge by any means. The composition paper lost by elementary school students can be used for him to read characters. In the slums, many of them wandered outside, or committed crimes and hid, or lost money and were displaced. Children like Yazhi, who only looked at the sky on Leibo Street before they were sensible, were a minority.

Therefore, Masaharu Nakahara had a good time.

Halfway through the game, he realized that the two adults who followed him were still young at heart, and the smiles on their faces were something Masaharu had never seen when they were working.

Masaharu Nakahara could understand that they brought him here to relax on purpose.

They were afraid that Masaharu would leave a psychological shadow when he witnessed the murder scene, and Masaharu kept silent and never showed any fear.

And there is no venting without any performance, which is often the scariest.

"What's the matter, Masaharu, are you tired?"

Seeing Masaharu staring at their faces all the time, Hagiwara Kenji asked thoughtfully, but his smile didn't stop. Obviously, he hasn't had a vacation with his best friend for a while.

Masaharu Nakahara was thinking about it.

In his expectation, it was his elder brother who was playing with him in the playground, although his elder brother was the messenger of gravity, so he shouldn't be able to feel thrills in these facilities.

But Masaharu Nakahara was still a little lost.

But he didn't show it. In front of the two police officers, he always looked like he was having a good time.

Probably confused by longing, Masaharu Nakahara saw a familiar side face flashing past in the crowd in a trance.

But it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Did you read it wrong?

Masaharu Nakahara is not sure.

Because the man was wearing expensive clothes and a strange black hat.

"Jaji, what are you looking at?"

His ecstatic appearance caught Matsuda Jinpei's attention,

"I want to eat ice cream." Masaharu Nakahara pointed to a food stall not far away, "That's the colorful one."

Matsuda Jinpei stretched out his index finger to remind him, "It's November now."

Yazhi pointed to him the sweat on his forehead, "I'm not cold."

"What should I do if my stomach hurts?"

"Cry when it hurts."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

But he still went to buy ice cream for Masaharu.

Kenji Hagiwara sat on a bench with Masaharu, watching Matsuda Jinpei go to line up, when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, bringing with it the coolness of autumn, making the sweaty Masaharu shiver.

In the next second, a coat was put on his shoulders—an adult, large and warm coat.

"Do you feel cold?" The young man smiled and looked down at Masaharu, "The ice cream will come later, I can only eat one ball."

Nakahara Masaharu stared up at the smiling face, and somehow said, "Your smiling face that tricks girls is useless to me."

Hagiwara Kenji blinked dully, and then laughed until his shoulders trembled, "Haha, well, you might be more talented than I thought hahaha."

Is it the talent to deceive girls?

Yazhi complained.

It's just like the peach blossom face of the black lacquered boy.

When Matsuda Jinping was in line, he suddenly waved to this side,

"It seems that there is no change." Hagiwara Kenji scanned over there and guessed what happened. He stood up and patted Masaharu on the head, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Masaharu Nakahara nodded, swinging his legs on the bench, looking at his back.

Then, the field of vision suddenly went dark.

***

Dark, bumpy, drowsy, suffocating.

This is the only feeling Masaharu Nakahara has.

He woke up in a deep sleep, curled up in a cramped and narrow space, his hands, feet and mouth were sealed, he couldn't judge the time, and he couldn't even see the head of Death.

The suitcase, the size, the suitcase... is he in the car?

His hands and feet were so numb that he could hardly feel anything, only his eyes could move.

Darryl was still maliciously silent at this moment, deliberately adding to his sense of fear.

Masaharu Nakahara felt how hungry he was, and taking into account the low calorie consumption factor of lying down and sleeping,

At least... for two days.

I haven't been rescued for so long, if it still delays Hagiwara Kenji's time...

Masaharu Nakahara gritted his teeth and moved his neck vigorously,

He hissed,

No, it's been too long, it's freezing.

He consciously controlled his limbs to a small extent, but the cold still penetrated into his chest all the way. Masaharu Nakahara knocked his head on the skin of something, and the sound was so small that he could barely hear it, let alone the noise of a driving vehicle. .

Shit kidnapper, the hostages are almost dead, he is still in the mood to listen to music, he is not skilled in business!

Masaharu Nakahara went through everything he had learned all his life in his heart. Just when he wanted to cheer up and try to curse again, he heard a sudden loud noise. Then, the car body shook violently, and there was a sound like a firefight. gunshots.

Masaharu Nakahara immediately became quiet.

After a few breaths, the space where he was curled up moved a bit, and then, like the artistic expression often used in images, a beam of light fell into his eyes.

There was a burst of whiteness in front of the bright and piercing eyes, and the first colors were shaking red and clear cobalt blue.

"Yaji!"