"Huha, huha."

Takeo Shoube stood in front of the house, gasping for breath, he had already arrived home, but he ran to buy a pack of cigarettes.

After running twenty or thirty kilometers back and forth to buy cigarettes, cigarettes are everywhere, but he is not a person everywhere.

He bit his forearm with his teeth, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the roar in his throat and eyes, and he hesitated for two hours in front of the house number that said "Shoubu".

This is a decent one-family house, the so-called one-family building is a small courtyard plus parking lot, up and down three or two floors plus an attic single-family building, but a family built is not a villa, the name of the villa is Bezhuang, the Shoubu purchased this one-family building is located in Osaka's Tennoji District, is in addition to the central area of the more prosperous central area, although the island country has experienced a real estate crisis, but in recent years the real estate has been steadily rising, this Tennoji District of a household, not only took out the wallets of Takeo and his parents, It also saddled the guard department with a mortgage for decades.

This is the house he bought with all his hard work, and he walked like a snail carrying a shell to pay off his mortgage.

But Takeo Shoubu is willing to do this, working hard every day to make money, leaving a penny of money from every meal, he knows that he walks on the thin ice every day, a sudden layoff, a cold from his parents can easily destroy his life, and the leadership bosses also clearly grasp his mentality, Shoubu Takeo, who is choked by the throat, is like a quacking duck waiting to be slaughtered.

As the saying goes, don't shout at the young people who have not yet become regular workers, they will quit immediately, but those who have cars, houses and children can be scolded to death.

But what is the result of his hard work, like an ant moving every day, bit by bit?

A farce, a joke?

"." Takeo Moribe pulled his hair hard.

The lights were lit in the cozy building, and through the shadowy curtains, Takeo Shoubu saw his wife's figure.

He must be cooking now, and he has been walking from Osaka to Yamanashi Prefecture for more than a day and a night, but neither his boss nor his wife have called.

He was ignored, completely ignored, no one treated him as a dish, even if he was smashed on the spot, it was purely as a ball of air for him to defend Takeo.

A brightly lit house does not belong to him.

"I ......"

Takeo Moto lowered his head, and the power given to him by the fox demon gathered in his palm, and if he wanted to, he could make a fireball with a simple seal.

If you smash it into a building that is prone to fire, you can easily burn an entire small house to ashes.

Everything in it can be burned clean.

"Smack."

He pinched two fingers, made a fire, and lit a cigarette.

Squatting in front of the door, Takeo Takeo took a sip of his cigarette.

He also smoked the remaining cigarette butts seriously, and then wrapped the cigarette butts in paper, throwing garbage is not his habit, and his parents who are teachers have taught Takeo Shoubu to be a good person with quality since he was a child.

He knocked on the door, pulled out the key, and walked inside.

"Daddy!" Her five-year-old daughter, Mayumi, was holding a brand-new picture book in her hand, and when she saw Takeo Moribe pushing the door open, she threw a big smile and pounced on her.

"I'm back."

Holding his daughter's arms and hugging him, the smile on Takeo Moribe's face was exactly the same as before.

After a few spins in the air, Makomi stood on the ground dizzily, giggling and laughing happily from his little mouth.

"Dad, where did you go yesterday, I didn't see you all night, Mom said you would come back, but I miss you so much."

"I'm ......" Takeo Shoube rubbed his daughter's head and said softly, "Dad has gone to make money, and is going to buy you a super big castle with a super good princess house." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

The dialogue between the father and daughter is still naïve.

Outside the small corridor, his wife walked out with a stewed spoon, and when she saw Takeo Shoube, she didn't have surprise on her face, but nodded lightly as before: "Coming back?" ”

"Hmm."

Takeo Morabe showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He stood there, his heart pounding violently, then freezing coldly.

On the way back from Yamanashi, Takeo Moribe imagined countless scenes after meeting, whether it was a big fight, a big fight, or a direct killing ring with his superpowers in a fit of rage, but the reality was neither.

The wife is still the same as before, and so is the daughter, who is alive like a turtle, and lives like a cassette player, repeating a melody with a clatter.

After a hasty dinner, Takeo Moribe lay on the bed like a corpse, and after a while, his wife also lay down.

Obviously, next to it was the carcass of the heat, but the guard felt that there were two corpses lying side by side on the bed.

Shoubu didn't sleep, he waited for his wife to say something to him, whether it was an apology or a confession, whatever she said, Shoubu decided to listen carefully.

But Takeo Shoube didn't wait for anything, and the person next to the pillow slept peacefully with his eyes closed.

The most desperate thing in the world is that the sun rises every day.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, and Takeo Moribe opened his eyes, and the fierce sunlight made his pupils shrink.

The wife was already making breakfast, and the daughter was obediently sitting on the chair and swaying her legs, as if she was rowing, and when she saw Takeo Shoube coming, Xiao Zhengong smiled happily.

"Good morning."

A weak smile appeared on Takeo Shoube's pale face.

He put on his suit and tie, ate a light breakfast, and got on the tram to Chuo.

"Akira~"

"Akira~"

He clutched the handrail, and the tram was sometimes sheltered, sometimes open, and sometimes blocked by buildings, and the light and dark were dizzying.

"I'm sorry." An office worker stepped on the foot of a nearby person.

"Snort." The tram doors opened, and the people arriving at the station slanted out like a flood.

The people who want to get on the train are also like surging ants, you stack me, I stack you into the carriage.

Shoubu's shoulders were squeezed, and his body shook slightly, letting go of half of his body.

"What the am I doing?"

Takeo Shoube looked out the window blankly, and asked himself in an extremely small voice.

I've gained superpowers, but what am I doing now?

Like a dead corpse, he repeats the same work life as before, boring like a screw in a clock.

He works for a large trading company with more than 600 employees, and it is extremely difficult to recognize all his colleagues in this trading company, but the clothes and nameplates on his body greatly reduce the burden on the human brain.

Takeo Shoubu responded one by one, and kept bowing his head to say hello through the crowd, he didn't know those people, and those people didn't know him.

Sitting in a divided position, there is a small cactus next to Takeo Shoube's table.

There were still a lot of papers on the table, and to be honest, it was the same with him or not, and Takeo Moribe knew very well that his position was not unique.

"Shoubu, Shoubu."