Just when Kitahara Shuji was angrily distracted by Fuyumi, Yoko Ono stood in the corridor on the fourth floor and observed the street for a while, and found that there were few pedestrians, and then took the spare key of Kitahara's apartment, carefully closed the door, and led Mokujiro to run downstairs.

She was going to buy disinfectant.

She is different from the impostor of Kitahara Shuiji, she is a native of Nagoya City, Aichi Prefecture, and she knows how to deal with mold since she was a child - it is not possible to brush one place with a brush like Kitahara Shuiji, it is futile, and it is necessary to eradicate the source!

And the source is on the ceiling, although it doesn't seem that there are many ceilings, and it is not conspicuous at all, but that is where the real bane lies. If you don't clean the mold on the ceiling at one time, you won't use it at all if you brush it repeatedly on the floor, and it will be clean for three to five days at most, and the mold on the ceiling will fall to the ground and start to grow.

So the best way is to wipe the corners and corners of the ceiling with disinfectant, and the floor can be cleaned slowly.

She carefully observed at home for a while, and made sure that Kitahara Shuji had not touched the ceiling at all, and was a little happy in her surprise, thinking that this time she would definitely be able to help Kitahara Shuji, and counted the stolen change and rushed away, looking forward to Kitahara Shuji coming back from work, and seeing the relieved smile after the big trouble in his heart was eliminated.

I will definitely praise myself, just think about it!

She trotted all the way to the convenience store, bought a bottle of toilet sanitizer, and happily ran home again - this was enough, and she had a lot of experience in independent living, and she could wipe the ceiling with a stick and a rag.

She ran with plastic bottles attached to the roadside ditch, looking around vigilantly from time to time, Momojiro was loyal, closely following the guards at her feet, but when she turned out of a small alley, she saw a group of teenage boys carrying bats and baseball gloves walking towards her, playing and making trouble, as if because the wind was starting to get stronger, they could no longer play baseball in the small park, and were preparing to play somewhere else.

Yoko Ono hesitated for a moment and pretended not to see it, lowered her head and ran faster with the bottle against the wall, just about to stagger past this group, but suddenly heard someone shout, "Alas, isn't that the wild child of Ono?"

Momojiro paused when he heard the movement and looked back curiously, but only heard Yoko Ono whisper: "Momojiro, don't stop, run!"

When it turned back, it saw that the No. 1 owner was trotting faster, and quickly turned its four little short legs upside down, and continued to follow left and right. caught up and looked up at the dog's head, and found that the owner's little face was tense, and his expression was quite nervous, and he was suddenly scared, and his tail was clamped.

"Hey, little wild boy, why did you run away when you saw us?" The boys who ran away became interested, and even chased after her, blocking her way, and one of them laughed and shouted, "Little wild child, didn't you go to pick up garbage today?"

Yoko Ono was blocked in the way, looked around with her back against the wall, didn't even dare to move her eyebrows, and whispered, "I don't pick up garbage anymore." That one...... I'm sorry, senior, please let me go, I'm going home. ”

Saying that, she turned sideways and wanted to leave against the wall, but these little boys were idle, and they happened to be at the age when they wanted to have nothing to do, so they blocked the road and refused to let go, and one of the green heads asked curiously: "What are you holding in your arms?"

Yoko Ono endured it, and didn't really want to mess with these leather children on the street, these reservists who belonged to bad teenagers and rampant clans, so he lowered his head and said: "It's a disinfectant bought for the family, and the family is in a hurry to use it...... That, I'm sorry, can I go?"

"Disinfectant?" The little boys were immediately disappointed when they heard it, they thought it was a rare thing when they saw Yoko Ono hugging it so tightly, but they didn't expect it to be just toilet supplies. The green-skinned head was a little unconvinced, reached out to take it over and took a closer look, and asked in his mouth, "Disinfectant, is it for your mother?"

As soon as his words fell, the companions around him laughed and screamed, and one of them even laughed and shouted: "Then let her go back quickly, Ota, don't hurt your father if it's late!"

Qingpitou turned around and scolded: "Fart, it's right to pit your dad!" Last time I saw your dad passing by the front of the station with her mom in his arms!" He said and wanted to take the disinfectant bottle, but he didn't pull it, and then he saw Yoko Ono holding it tightly and refusing to give it to him - she bit her lower lip tightly, her face was pale, and she was trembling slightly, hesitating and refusing to let go, because she didn't have the money to buy a second bottle.

And the boys laughed at her mother to the point of embarrassment, but she had nothing to refute.

"Bring it to me!" The green skin head was just trying to see if it was, but now he was a little angry when he saw that Yoko Ono refused to give it, and he wanted to snatch it hard when he pushed her, and the boys around him didn't take it seriously, just teasing the little girl, and asked Yoko Ono with a hippie smile:

"Garbage girl, do you want a daughter to inherit your mother's business when you're older?"

"How much money do you have to prepare for a night?"

"Are we going to have a discount?"

Yoko Ono didn't dare to fight back, but she just snuggled up and refused to hand over the disinfectant to Qingpitou, thinking that he was going to snatch it or fall directly to the ground - this kind of thing has never happened, these boys on the streets of the slums are happy to bully the weak. She had even seen the gang douse stray cats in the park with oil and play with them, just because they were bored.

She whispered for mercy: "Senior, it's really just a disinfectant, it's useless for you to take it." ”

The green head was even more angry, and pushed her hard, raised his bat to scare her, and scolded, "Give it to me, do you want to be beaten?" and he began to suspect that it was not a disinfectant but something good.

Yoko Ono's body was very thin, and she slammed into the wall with a push, and her tears almost fell in pain, and Momojiro, who was originally shrunk behind her, jumped out suddenly, arched her body, bared her teeth and whined, protecting her master.

It's just that...... It is only four or five months old, and it is not a fierce fighting dog breed, not only does it have no combat effectiveness, but it also has no deterrent power. The green-skinned head glanced down at it, kicked it out without care, and laughed and picked up the bat to beat it as a baseball, and shouted, "Is your dog?

Yoko Ono finally couldn't help it, and with a yell, he hit Aopi's head, knocking him into a crooked body and saving Momojiro's dog's life, and yelled at Momojiro: "Run, Momojiro!"

The green-skinned head didn't expect that Yoko Ono, who usually saw them and hid away, dared to resist when he was scolded and didn't dare to fight back, and was almost knocked down without defense, his posture was a little embarrassed, and he was even more embarrassed when he heard the laughter of his companions around him, and kicked Yoko Ono in the stomach while swearing, and directly kicked her back into the wall, and raised the bat to give her a hard blow.

This wild child doesn't have a father, he fights and beats, it doesn't matter.

Momojiro is usually very obedient, but this time he refused, not only did he not run, but the two dog's eyes were instantly blood-red, and he turned over and barked wildly, and rushed up to bite the trouser leg of the green skin head and tore it desperately, making the green skin head scramble for a while.

The boy behind the green skin head smiled more cheerfully, and he didn't mean to help at all, just clapped his hands there to watch the show, and then began to laugh at the green skin head. The green-skinned head was really furious, shaking his legs and throwing Momojiro off, and after throwing it, he chased it and kicked it hard, Momojiro tried his best to dodge but was still rubbed, and suddenly screamed and rolled several times.

Qingpi felt that he had lost face and refused to give up, so he chased after him and raised his foot and wanted to stomp Mojiro to death directly, but when he saw a blue patch coming to his face, he was directly splashed with disinfectant - he immediately covered his eyes and bent down, screaming worse than Momojiro.

"Momojiro, it's okay!" Yoko Ono threw herself to Momojiro's side with tears in her eyes, and snatched the bat with the green skin head and threatened others not to approach, and yelled at the boys like crazy: "Get out, get out!"

And the green skin head eye into a foreign object, only to see a piece of blue, thinking that the eyes were broken panicked, stretched out his hand to grab Ono Yoko, Ono Yoko panicked and turned around and raised the bat at his head and hit him hard, directly to his head scoop.

The group of leather children on the street were stunned, this kind of road to besiege children to bully and have fun can really only be regarded as their daily life, I didn't expect it to be like this. At this time, I saw that Yoko Ono seemed to be crazy, holding a blood-stained bat and waving it desperately, with a posture of preparing to play with others, and suddenly no one dared to step forward - they were very interested in bullying the weak, but if they really played with their lives, they would be grateful for their lives. The green head is not one of them, at most they can only play together, and they can't afford to take a stick for him.

Yoko Ono shivered and confronted these people for a while, and when she saw that many people had gradually reacted, her eyes showed fierce light, and she knew that she was definitely not an opponent, so she screamed and threw the bat at those people, picked up Momojiro and the disinfectant bottle and ran.

This group of leather children looked at the green skin head on the ground and rolled around with their eyes covered, and the skin was still broken and bleeding on their heads, and they hesitated for a moment and did not chase it, so they put up the green skin head and ran to the clinic.

Yoko Ono ran all the way and fled directly back to the apartment, took out the key with a trembling hand and opened it several times before opening the door of Kitahara Shuji's apartment, and then entered the door and quickly locked the door, only then did he hug Momojiro and cry bitterly.

Momojiro stretched out his tongue and licked her tears and let out a soft "Wang", while Yoko Ono cried a few times and then held back her tears to check Momojiro's body, sniffling and asking, "Will you die, Momojiro...... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm so sorry!"

Momokiro was now starting to understand humanity again, struggling to leave Yoko Ono's arms, limping two steps, and looking back with a flattering smile - it looked like it was flattering to others.

Yoko Ono hurriedly pounced on it and hugged it again, touched its four short legs, it didn't feel like it was broken, and then opened its dog mouth to see, it didn't seem to vomit blood, so he was slightly relieved. However, she still carried Momojiro to the cardboard box kennel in the bathroom and gently coaxed it, "It hurts, take a break." ”

Momokiro licked her hand and lay down in the cardboard box very obediently, but he didn't mean to sleep at all, and a pair of moist dog eyes looked at Yoko Ono intently, as if he was worried.

Yoko Ono stood up, picked up her clothes and looked down, and found that there was a small bruise on her lower abdomen, although it hurt but it didn't seem to be a major injury, and then she saw that there were half a big footprints on her clothes, so she hurriedly took some water from a basin and scrubbed it hard.

She washed off the dirty area and blotted it with a dry towel, then gently rubbed the corners of her eyes in the mirror so that her eyes would not become red and swollen after a while. She finished her work, glanced at Mojiro again, and found that it didn't seem to show signs of mental weakness, probably really fine, and finally relieved herself, so she turned around and went to the door to retrieve the disinfectant bottle, but there was only about one-fifth of the amount left in it.

She was sad for a moment, carefully mixed the water, took a clothespole, a ball brush, and a rag, and began to snort and wipe the ceiling.

The wind outside is getting stronger, and there are strange whistling sounds in the corridors from time to time, and sometimes even the door is "pampen". Her tiny body occasionally shrank in fright, but her hands didn't stop, little by little, she smeared disinfectant on the cracks in the old ceiling.