The Fukuzawa family usually touches the kitchenware only one person, and the others are all good at eating, but there is no top one for cooking, and they usually don't take the initiative to enter the kitchen at all.

Haruna denied it first, and Fuyumi came over to take a look, didn't see anything wrong, felt still very neat, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Kitahara Shuji went into the kitchen and looked at it carefully, and confirmed, "Someone came in during the day, and rummaged through the kitchen." ”

Even if there is an earthquake that shakes the pot crookedly, you can't always change the position of the knife, how can there be such a spiritual earthquake, it is estimated that although the person who is rummaging for things is very careful, but I didn't expect that someone can always put everything in a fixed position for more than a hundred days, and it is exactly the same.

Fuyumi was startled, and immediately turned around and ran upstairs. I first checked my mother's shrine, found that it was okay, breathed a sigh of relief, and found out the hidden cash, bank card, title deed and father's private seal and read it again, and found that there was no problem, and then changed the place to hide it, and then went downstairs again.

But although it seems to be fine, she doesn't think that a person with an introverted personality like Kitahara Shuji will talk nonsense, he said it from his mouth, and he must be more than ninety percent sure. She found Shuji Kitahara, who was in the kitchen to check whether the ingredients had been tampered with, and asked softly, "Are those two people?"

ran to his own house to rummage, and tried to be careful not to rummage through it, and his belongings were not touched, that is, he was simply looking for something, and except for Fukuzawa Naobing's father and son, eighty percent of people would do such a thing.

Kitahara Shuji thought so and nodded. The golden nest of the Fukuzawa family looks very tempting, and the father and son don't want to get a piece of the pie, but want to take it for themselves.

They are more greedy.

Dongmei was directly depressed, she searched for almost three days, but she didn't find anything, and some relatives ran to the house to look for it, which ...... During the day, the whole family went to school, and there was no one at all, so I thought about myself and others who were not at home, and as a result, there were outsiders wandering around the house, and they were still rummaging around, and suddenly it was very creepy.

She hesitated and asked, "Do you want to call the police?"

Kitahara Shuji shook his head and said, "It's useless. ”

It stands to reason that it is best to call the police, but there is nothing lost in this house, if the police are called, and these people are not very old, the police will find that the cause is that the pot is crooked and the knife has changed the position, then nine times out of ten it will be regarded as a prank, maybe they will be brought back to the police station for a good education.

Fuyumi thought about it and suddenly panicked and shouted, "Could it be that they have already found it?"

Did you lose the heirloom in your own hands?

Kitahara Shuji glanced at her and said angrily: "Don't say stupid things, you almost demolished the house and didn't find it, how could they find it so secretly?"

He felt that nine out of ten of the father and son had not succeeded—they had come to the kitchen and rummaged through them, which was obviously clueless and they were also looking for it.

Dongmei's heart was relieved and felt reasonable, but immediately she was depressed in her heart, tilted her head and pouted and stopped talking-this damn thing, always so polite to others, but never willing to talk to me well, can you die if you are gentle with me?

Kitahara Shuji didn't care about her little temper at all, thought about it and said, "Tomorrow I will catch the thieves and catch the stolen goods, and I will finish them off at once." ”

Tomorrow they pretend to go to school, and then sneak back, and if the father and son come again, they will first beat them up with peach blossoms in the face, and then directly turn them to the police station and accuse them of theft -- and then they will stuff their belongings into their bodies at will, and it is expected that they will not be able to admit to burglary.

Dongmei glanced at him, but she had a good understanding of this kind of thing, and she understood in seconds, and said in a low voice: "Then tomorrow I will be with you and bring it to the snow again." ”

Naobi Fukuzawa is her own uncle, and he is also very combative, and she is worried that Kitahara Shuji will be killed if he misses alone.

"Good. Kitahara Shuji didn't object, the little radish head is not the kind of weak girl who will be shocked when she sees a caterpillar, she is the "famous" Aichi short-legged tiger, and she has no problem protecting herself, not to mention in the snow, an iron King Kong, nicknamed the Great Demon King, and her combat effectiveness is extremely amazing. When the time comes, he will clean up Fukuzawa Naobing, and the "Tiger Demon Sisters" will be able to beat Fukuzawa Akiyoshi out in minutes.

The plan has been decided, and they don't notify Xueli first, anyway, they will sneak back tomorrow after pretending to go to school, and it is estimated that Xueli doesn't need to go to school, and she can shiver with excitement, and it is impossible to protest at all.

Fuyumi didn't give up and went to look for it again, and someone wanted to rob it, so she was even more worried if she didn't find out, and Kitahara Shuji also went back to the attic to warm the book, and then cooked dinner as usual, and after dinner, it was still open as usual, pretending not to find that someone had sneaked into the house.

Noki Suzuki is talking about Yukisa, and he doesn't mean to lie at all. After dinner, she lay down in the common room and slept a lot, and when the snow was over, she went back to the room with the snow with her textbook to tutor, which can be regarded as loyal to her friends and diligent.

Kitahara Shuji really hopes that Suzuki can slap him in the face on the matter of studying in the snow, and even as long as Suzuki Noki can make a qualitative leap in Yuki's academic performance and achieve a passing grade, no, he can get close to passing, he is willing to give Suzuki Noki three points in the future, and respect three points more.

When tutoring Xueli, a good-tempered person like him sometimes gives a liver ache from anger, and he really wants to raise his hand to relieve Xueli's head twice, but seeing Xueli's face full of grievances, he sits there with his head shrunk and waits to be beaten, and he can't do anything, and he wants to vomit blood.

Now the task of tutoring Yukiri is handed over to Suzuki Noshi, although it is a bit immoral to say so, but Kitahara Shuji really has a big heart problem - Suzuki Noki must also make some achievements in the future, right? Otherwise, the little radish head alone will not spare her, and she will be in pain if she can be ironic.

He went back to the attic, and honestly continued to read and copy notes, making the primitive accumulation of wisdom - without extensive knowledge as a foundation, the word wisdom is just a castle in the air, and it is purely a dream to have a forward-looking vision.

Although Suzuki Noki is a girl, she is also willful, but she has a lot of courage, and she wants to do something big in the future, obviously she is going to leave a name in history, and seeing the sages, Kitahara Shuji also wants to learn this kind of spirit, and she doesn't want to lose to her in the future, so she can only boil the lamp oil now.

How much sweat you sweat, how much food you eat, life has always been like this!

He concentrated, and took turns using his left and right brains in a planned way, lest his brain protest and want to rest. He worked on science papers for a while, and his logical thinking ability was fully opened, and he read literature and history books for a while, savoring the hidden meaning hidden between the lines—why did he say this? Why did he do this? The circumstances of the time forced him to choose this way, or did he have the courage to break the convention?

He got it to two o'clock in one go, and then he rubbed the corners of his eyes, feeling a little sleepy. However, I looked at my watch and decided to hold on for another half an hour, anyway, my body can still support it, and sleep is enough for three or four hours, and you can squint in the car.

People must be ruthless to themselves, and if they are not ruthless to themselves, then they will not be ruthless to others. If you want to be ruthless, you have to abuse yourself to death first.

The most tragic thing in life is probably that you have to be ruthless to others, but you find that you don't have the capital to be ruthless, and you can only endure it silently in the end.

He patted his cheek, took out the planner and glanced at it, revised a few progressions, and then touched the book again - he bet that the dead turnip head didn't sleep, and the guy was holding back his hair!

Human beings are one of the most tolerant creatures on earth, and there is no sin that cannot be tolerated, and potential, which can only burst out with a jaw-dropping brilliance if it swims on the edge of the pole day after day.

Everyone has huge potential to be tapped, and the so-called talent is only the part that is unintentionally excavated in daily life - everyone is talented, but some people choose to dig silently, and some people choose to get by.

It was just that he had just begun to force himself to concentrate when he heard a small and broken sound, as if someone was passing under the attic.

He couldn't help but listen, was it the turnip head who went to the bathroom?

He used to brush skill points, although he didn't care about the agility attribute, but he inevitably brushed a lot - he couldn't control the attribute points when the skill was upgraded, and the agility was high, not only did he move and shoot faster, but his five senses also seemed to have been increased to a certain extent. Now that I listened carefully, I found that it was not quite right, this footstep was not a person's, it should be ...... Four, no, five people!

Even he could faintly feel through his voice that these people were not less than one meter seven tall, so it was completely impossible for them to be from the Fukuzawa family - the only one in the Fukuzawa family who was more than one meter seven tall was Xueli, and eighty percent of Xueli had already fallen asleep at this time.

Is it a burglary or is it a robbery by Naobing Fukuzawa and his son to rob the family heirloom? Recently, business has been booming in the store, making a lot of money, and there are no adults in charge, so it is not impossible for someone to be greedy and want to do a vote.

Kitahara Shuji immediately took out his mobile phone, ready to notify the police first. Isn't paying taxes just to get protection, when will you find the police if you don't look for it at this time?

But when I took out my mobile phone, I was stunned to find that there was no signal, so I dialed 110 without giving up, and found that it couldn't be connected at all, and it was all a rapid blind tone - even if you don't have a card, you can call an emergency call for help, but this seems to be a small area of forced signal blocking.

Kitahara Shuji glanced at the skylight, if he shouted for help to his neighbors, he was afraid that the gangsters below would jump off the wall in a hurry, and the youngest Akitaro below was not yet four years old, so he had no ability to resist and protect himself. If you want to run to the neighbor's house to make a call, you have to leave a room full of girls, children and gangsters face to face......

Beiyuan Shuji threw away the phone, his face turned cold, and he rushed to the attic like a cat and listened to it, and found that there was a small and vague discussion below, which was used in a certain dialect and couldn't be understood, probably assigning tasks according to the situation on the spot, to quietly control the Fukuzawa family, so as not to alarm the neighbors.

Time doesn't wait for people, Kitahara Shuji didn't listen much, he went out directly from the skylight, fell from the second floor and fell to the second floor, and hung on the window sill of the radish head, and the radish head closed the window and slept but was not locked, Kitahara Shuji opened the window crack and pulled it, and then turned over and got in.

Kitahara Shuji landed quietly, and Fuyumi's room was dark, only full of milky aroma. Kitahara Shuji didn't delay, and went directly to Fuyumi's bed, but when he touched it, it was empty - there was no one on the bed.

He was stunned when he heard a dazed murmur at the desk, and then faintly saw someone looking up from the desk, as if awakened by the cool breeze. He secretly cursed that the dead radish head was lying on the desk and sleeping again, and hurriedly went over to cover her mouth, in case she screamed and alarmed the gangsters outside.

Dongmei often learns to fall asleep on her stomach, sometimes rolling into bed in the middle of the night, sometimes lying on her stomach all night, anyway, she is quite used to it, and she deliberately made a sound-type desk lamp to prevent wasting electricity, but this is the first time in her life to cover her mouth in the middle of the night, she did not hesitate after a slight startle, and smashed it back with an elbow.

Kitahara Shuji was defenseless at all, his attention was all in the corridor, and he directly smashed it firmly, grinning in pain, and quickly strangled Dongmei's little body, covering his hands more tightly, as if he was going to suffocate her, and whispered urgently: "Don't be afraid, it's me!"

Don't be afraid of you, big head! It's you and I'm afraid! Are you going to do something to me?

Fuyumi immediately distinguished Kitahara Shuji's voice, and suddenly turned from shock to anger, and there was a great grievance in the anger - I trust you so much, you actually attacked me at night?

You covet my ...... Can't control it anymore?