On the roof, in the utility room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Is it this way?"

Uncle raised his head and asked.

As far as the eye can see, it is a smiling bear.

The reason is that the uncle lifted Ayumi up.

The little girl is wearing a short skirt, and when she lifts it up, the uncle can see it when she looks up.

But Ayumi didn't find out.

"No, a little to the left."

The little girl commanded.

Hearing her command, the uncle took two more steps to the left.

There was something on it, and although I don't know what it was, it looked like a box.

So he lifted the little girl up and let her look at it.

In the spirit of the idea of indecent disrespect, so ......

The uncle kept looking up.

Although a little girl is not very good-looking.

But the uncle always felt that he seemed to have some strange attribute to awaken.

"Do you see clearly?"

"Well, it's a wooden box, locked, maybe that's it."

Ayumi answered.

Both hands tried to pick up the box.

It wasn't too heavy, so I picked it up smoothly.

It's just that it's covered with dust, and I don't know how long it's been here.

"Alright, uncle, let's go out."

"Oh."

In response, he lowered Ayumi's height.

Holding her, moving around the small space, stumbling and bumping, it took a while to leave the utility room.

When I got downstairs, I put the box on the coffee table and sat there waiting.

The uncle went to find a rag and brought a towel.

casually wiped the dust off the box, and then wiped Ayumi's face with a wet towel.

The little girl's face is a little baby fat, the flesh is muo, and it is very soft, and it feels very good to the touch.

The little girl touched and pinched it without noticing it, but on the surface she pretended to be fine.

"Alright, it's clean."

"Thank you, uncle."

The little girl had a smile on her face, and that smile was very cute.

It's so cute that people want to kiss each other, and they want to hold her in their arms and bully her.

But the uncle didn't do anything, just muttered to himself.

The little girl and the big girl are really different.

"What's in there?"

Ayumi looked at the box on the coffee table with big eyes very curiously.

It was a wooden box, the paint had long since peeled off, and it didn't look big, like a box for shoes.

There is a keyhole on it, and the key found before is probably from this box.

The uncle was also curious about this box, and he didn't know if it was important or unimportant.

"Just open it and take a look."

The uncle handed the key to Ayumi, and he took the rag and towel back to wash and put them away.

Ayumi looked at his back as he walked towards the bathroom, and then at the key in his hand.

Then, just insert the key into the keyhole and try to pick the lock.

Maybe it's because I haven't opened it for too long, so it didn't go well at first, and it took a few twists before I opened it with a "click".

Opened the box, and the contents also appeared in front of Ayumi.

However......

"It's not a treasure!"

Ayumi was a little disappointed.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was a book.

The top one, on the cover is a big sister with no clothes, covering her ...... with a shyness on her face

……

"Does Uncle like this?"

Ayumi blushed a little.

She is innocent and innocent, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand anything.

At least, it is a shame to not wear clothes, and she still understands that it is not good for men to look at women without clothes.

also understands that she can't show it to others casually, and she just didn't find it before, otherwise the uncle would have pouted and been angry when she looked at her bear.

And the uncle, looking at the real big sister with a huge murder weapon in the world on the cover, couldn't help but grin.

There was silence for a long time before he turned his gaze to the side.

"No, I like the flatter ones lately."

Yes, liked it lately.

Of course, it's only recent.

Hobbies can change anytime, anywhere.

Now I prefer the flat one, but maybe tomorrow I will prefer the big one.

Men, they're all the same.

The little girl seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to quite understand.

Picked up the book and seemed to want to read it.

But the uncle quickly stopped her.

"Don't watch this, children can't watch it."

"Why?"

"Well, you'll understand later."

Uncle shook his head.

The movements in his hands were not slow, and he quickly snatched the book in Ayumi's hand.

Although it is said that it is good to like reading and learning, it is better for children not to study such books.

To this, Ayumi just pouted.

One of the least favorite things about children is that they are always treated like children.

What you are still young, you will understand later; You're too young to know; You're still young......

Something like that.

It's so nasty.

The uncle, on the other hand, began to check the contents of the box.

The capacity is not large, so except for a few books......

There was nothing left.

I thought it was something valuable, but it turned out to be just a memory of my youth?

Judging by the worn-out level of the book, the date of publication, and so on, it is indeed something that was still young.

It must have been because I didn't need these things anymore when I got married, so I put them on the shelf.

I didn't want to throw it away, because it could be vaguely seen on the cover of the book that it was a collector's edition.

Now, the size is considered an antique, and I don't know if I can sell it to an antique collector for a few small dollars or something.

Several, all of them are such books.

I looked at them one by one and saw the cover of the last one......

"The Ghost Father and the ......"

"Bang!"

The uncle slapped the books on the coffee table at once, and the noise startled Ayumi, who was still a little sullen on the side.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

"Nothing."

The uncle quickly shook his head, just complaining in his heart.

It seems that the ghost father is neon, and it has been around for a long time.

Anyway, is there a lot of ghost fathers in Neon?

If you think about it, it doesn't seem impossible.

Because here in Neon, on a specific day, there is a custom of daughters and fathers bathing together, and I don't know when it was formed.

So what will happen is not difficult to imagine.

Of course, that kind of thing is rare now.

After all, there is a difference between men and women, at most they wash together when they are young, and basically from the age of four or five, fathers will not bathe with their daughters.

Uncle doesn't, and he doesn't even have relevant memories in his head.

This is also because Xiaolan was taken care of by Concubine Yingli when she was a child, after all, Maori Kogoro was still a policeman at that time, and he was very busy.

Just thinking of Xiaolan......

He quickly shook his head again and shook off the superfluous distractions.

Don't look at indecent things, don't say indecent things, don't listen to indecent people.

But what to do with these things?

The uncle looked at the books that had been put back in the box and hesitated slightly.

Intellectually told him that keeping these would be a scourge, and it was better to throw them away, or even destroy the corpse.

However, emotionally told him that these are all arts, and they need to be left to collect and appreciate, and even to be remembered for eternity.

Although this is unlikely.

"Forget it, let's put it first."

The uncle shook his head, locked the box, put the key on the box, and moved directly into the room.

After a little thought, he hid the box in an inconspicuous corner.

Leaving the room and walking outside, I looked at the time, and before I knew it, it was already afternoon.

In normal times, it's school time.

It's also the time for the uncle to appreciate the beautiful girl.

But today is a holiday, and there are not so many beautiful girls in short skirts passing by.

And Ayumi is still here.

I've been here for a long time, and I don't get impatient.

It seems that he is quite compatible with his uncle.

"Little girl."

"Uncle?"

"Wash your hands and face, let's go get something to eat."

"Oh."