Chapter 11 Daily life in Mikka Town

"Hachi!" Yaya Hayagiri suddenly sneezed.

Bourbon put the wheelchair in front of Hayagiri and said in a worried tone: "Master Hayagiri, the temperature difference between morning and night is huge. Bring something to keep out the cold when you go out."

"No." Hayagiri said firmly, "I It’s not cold, someone must be talking about me behind my back.”

“Bourbon, are you whispering in your heart?

”

"Master Hayagiri, it's not good to accuse people unjustly."

Bourbon said with an innocent face, "On the way here, we had a pleasant discussion about each other's opinions on a movie."

Hayagiri Yaya:...

Come on, in the conversation just now How many referents are you unclear about?

Hayagiri Yaya didn't want to talk to him. To be honest, he didn't like the Riddler's way of speaking. It happened that the people around him were asking more riddles than the others, so he had to ask riddles too.

If there was a Riddler competition, everyone in the organization would definitely be on the list.

Controlling the wheelchair to the open-air dining area outside a restaurant, Zaugiri signaled Boben to go do the task and stop nagging around him all the time.

Bourbon shrugged, entered the restaurant's staff room, changed into waiter's clothes, and came back to Hayagiri Yaya.

"Master Hayagiri, may I order a children's meal for you? There will be a small toy for free."

Hearing this, Hayagiri Miye showed a sour expression, "Do you dare to write these conversations from just now to the present in the report?"

"It's all nonsense in small talk. Gin won't read it, right?"

Bourbon, who entered waiter mode, showed a bright smile to the boy, "I respect Master Hayagiri's right to privacy."

In response, Hayagiri Ya Ye chose to raise his hand and call the restaurant manager.

Bourbon, who was kicked out of the kitchen by the manager for harassing SVIP customers: ...

Oh, this kid is really hard to get close to.

Thinking of the conversation with Zaomi Miye in the car, Bourbon hesitated. Ordinary children could not be so perfect. IQ may have played a part, but more of it was a matter of life experience.

But Yaya Hayagiri is indeed a genuine seven-year-old child, not a patient with dwarfism...

not to mention that with his 24-hour supervision, the number of people he can contact and communicate with must be extremely limited.

"Anuro, come and help cut the vegetables."

After writing down this doubt, Bourbon responded: "Okay."

While Bourbon was busy cutting vegetables in the kitchen, the morning fog and night outside the restaurant were calming down. Enjoy the food.

Not a kids meal.

There are diners who are also in the open-air dining area and are adjusting the radio channels on their mobile phones, and the sound floats faintly into the ears of morning fog and night.

"Based on previous years' data and announcements from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Japan's latest safety index is 26, which is an increase compared to last year..."

Yaya Hayagiri:?

Are you serious? 26? It has actually grown. It is a miracle that gangs are not fighting on the streets.

"...Regrettably, the crime rate increased by 5% year-on-year, of which homicides accounted for 60%. The Metropolitan Police Department has not yet given an explanation for this..."

Hayao Miye poked a piece of fruit radish with a dining knife Put it in your mouth, given the safety index, isn't it normal for the crime rate to increase? What explanation can there be.

Instead of letting the Metropolitan Police explain, it is better for the government to find ways to improve the National Happiness Index and drive economic development.

"There are not many murderers around me."

The radio tuner complained softly to his companions, "Have you noticed? The number of public surveillance on the road has increased again. Sooner or later, the government will install surveillance in citizens' homes."

Hearing this Zaugiri raised his head and casually scanned the surroundings, and found that there were indeed many newly installed public surveillance systems.

The quantity is within the normal range and not exaggerated.

"Why do we ordinary people have to pay for those invisible criminals? Our right to privacy is gone!"

"Well..."

His companion was obviously much more sensible than him and reassured him: "The government said surveillance will only be installed on It's a public place, and it's for our safety."

"If the hall you went to last time had surveillance, you could have found your lost phone and wouldn't have to buy a new one."

Hayagiri looked at the two of them carefully. At first glance, well, he looks like a very ordinary citizen.

He lowered his head and inserted a fruit radish into his mouth again. The fruit radish in this restaurant was quite sweet, so he had to ask what brand it was.

"It's not because the incompetent police couldn't find the thief. Let me tell you, the usher in that hall is the most suspicious!"

The companion said with shame, "They have hands, feet and wages, so why did they steal your broken mobile phone?"

Hearing this With just one sentence, the complainer suddenly became excited and his voice became louder unconsciously, "Where are you from? Why do you always refute me?"

"...I am discussing with you reasonably..."

Zaowu Miye disappeared. Listen to the rest of the conversation and automatically ignore unimportant information.

Why is fruit radish a side dish? Can't we be alone?

Forget it, he still has cookies~

"Zila——"

The sound of chairs mopping the floor was heard, and the two people at the next table were arguing louder and louder. However, Zaugiri Miye didn't look back, as if a person appeared on her body. Noise barrier blocks the noise from the outside world.

In his mind, the quarrel between the two people was not as important as Cookie.

"Crash-"

There was a sound of breaking glass, and Zaowu Miye finally raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

There was a break-in at the Gold Pawn Shop next door to the restaurant.

Zaagiri Yaye: ...

Can you stop for a moment so that he can taste the delicious food in peace?

There were four robbers in total, and they escaped with one blow. The leader held a gun and shot randomly in all directions to create chaos.

There were screams all around, and the diners who were having a good meal fled in all directions. Only Zaowu Miye sat in his seat and did not move.

In fact, his wheelchair is not convenient for squeezing in the crowd.

Hayagiri sighed and tilted his head slightly to avoid a stray bullet flying towards him.

The bullet missed the black-haired boy, penetrated the back of the wheelchair, and sank into the ground behind him.

"Ah!"

The man who had been arguing vigorously just now suddenly lost his legs and fell to the ground, staring at the bullet hole in front of him and screaming in horror.

In the chaos, Hayagiri glanced at Bourbon who came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise, and sat there with his eyes lowered, acting like a petrified child.

It wasn't until the dinner plate in front of her was hit by a bullet that Hayagiri let out an impatient "tsk".

His cookies!

I specially saved the last piece of strawberry-flavored cookie!

If you don't want to run away, just stay here!

The black-haired boy glanced around the table, picked out an unused table knife, and turned it around in his hand.

The three robbers jumped into the van one after another under the cover of the leader.

Hayagiri Yaye moved her arm slightly, using the force of her wrist to throw the knife.

The tip of the flying knife hit one of the robbers on the back of his hand, leaving a shallow blood mark.

The robber was caught off guard and the bag fell from his hand, scattering gold jewelry everywhere.

"What are you doing?"

The leader with the gun scolded him when he saw this, but did not notice that anyone was secretly attacking.

The robber who crouched down to pick up the gold quickly looked up, "There's someone..."

Before he could finish, the leader's wrist and gun were hit one after another, and the gun fell to the ground.

Hayagiri waved her hand, a child's strength was too weak, and an adult wouldn't need to use so many knives.

Seeing that the robbers were looking around in confusion, Zaogiri turned around and looked into Bourbon's purple-gray eyes, "Get rid of them quickly, don't wait too long."

"..."

Bourbon pursed his lips slightly and hurriedly said Go up to the robber and knock him to the ground before he drives away.

Before anyone could react, Bourbon picked up the three table knives thrown by Hayagiri Yaya without saying a word and put them back in front of the black-haired boy.

Hayagiri didn't look at the man. She wiped her fingerprints on the knife with a handkerchief and then wrapped them up. "It's dirty. Go back and tell the restaurant manager that I'll pay the bill."

"...Young Master Hayagiri is really awesome. ."

Bourbon took the wrapped knife from the black-haired boy's hand and put it in his arms, "I was almost shocked."

"Isn't it even close?" Hayagiri said lazily, "Similarly. You know how to use it, right?"

"Of course." Bourbon said without changing his expression, "But I'm definitely not as smooth as Mr. Hayagiri. In comparison, the pistol is better."

Hayagiri didn't reply to him . .

The organization did not leave any self-defense supplies for him, so he could only obtain them locally.

The belated sirens sounded from far to near. As a major contributor to knocking down four robbers in full view of the public, Bourbon had to accept police interrogation and transcripts.

"Officer Hagiwara should know that my profession is a bodyguard."

Amuro revealed a happy expression, "To be honest, I was very nervous when the young master asked me to come up to help. After all, they have guns."

Hagiwara, who took notes for him Yan Er started to speak but stopped, saying nothing.

The scene of the black-haired boy throwing the knife was only noticed by Toru Amuro. Not only could he not confess the person, but he also had to admit the sneak attack, so Hayagiri Miye was able to get away with it.

By the time everything was over, it was already an hour later. When someone came back, Zaagiri Yaye said dissatisfiedly, "You're so slow."

"I had a few chats with the police officer about the bomb case some time ago."

The blond and dark-skinned man chuckled . Blinking lightly, "Although our suspicions have been cleared a long time ago, we always have to pay attention to who wants to 'harm' us."

"It's a pity that the note is so useless. The murderer has not been found yet."

"Anyway, no one died. When people are investigating, there are so many cases in the Metropolitan Police Department every day, so these cases can be postponed as long as possible."

Hayagiri said with a smile, "Bobon, if you are interested, you can check it through the organization's channels. "

Boben didn't agree easily, "Did Master Hayagiri do it on purpose this time?"

"Who knows?" Hayagiri urged, "Go back and resolve your own affairs, don't waste my time."

"Okay.

"Yes ." Bourbon took out the car keys, "Speaking of

who taught Master Hayagiri this skill?" It didn't stop him from using the person as a shield, "If Bourbon wants to learn, he will be happy to teach you."

"...I will consider it carefully."

The topic ended here, and Bourbon sent the person back to the apartment. Go back to your room and put the knife on the table.

The silver table knife reflected a cold light under the light, reminding Bourbon of the scene of throwing the table knife in the early fog and night.

The black-haired boy's eyes were indifferent, and his techniques, strength, and skills all showed his familiarity with this.

If Hayagiri Yaya had not selected the back of the hand, but other vital parts, or if he had been stronger and the table knife had been a sharp dagger, it would have been a different situation.

Bourbon closed his eyes, filled with disgust for the black organization.

Even if "Truman" received universal knowledge and teachings, he was already different from others invisibly.

Bourbon opened his eyes again, his purple-gray eyes full of determination.

Even if it wasn't for clues, he would still get close to the other party.

Zaagiri Yaye is only seven years old. He still has a chance. His future life should not be like this.

While ensuring the safety of his undercover mission, Bourbon will do his best to pull people out of the mire.