"Old man, I'm back." Soichiro Mizuno shouted unceremoniously after entering the door, it was already after the early hours of the morning.

My grandson Liang asked with concern, "Is this okay?" It's one o'clock in the morning. ”

"It's okay, even if the stinky old man sleeps soundly, he will get up when he hears my voice...... Feed! Stinky old man! Stinky old man! ”

Soichiro Mizuno shouted several times, but after still not getting a response, he became irritable, he patted my grandson Liang on the shoulder, and smiled apologetically: "Let you see the smile, Brother Inu, I'll let the stinky old man get up and make us some sobering soup." ”

His scolding appearance looked at my grandson Liang with great disdain, how did such a guy give birth to such an excellent son as Mizuno Sora?

Either there is a genetic mutation, or Sora Mizuno has been replaced.

But what does he have to do with himself, my grandson Liang is not a righteous person with a righteous heart, and he doesn't care about himself.

My grandson Ryo leaned slightly against the wall and watched Soichiro Mizuno walk into the small room, but then it took only a few minutes for a scream to almost penetrate the eardrums, but the scream stopped halfway through, very abruptly.

It's like Soichiro Mizuno choking his neck with his hands, covering his mouth and strangling his voice.

"What's wrong? Big Brother Mizuno. My grandson Liang walked slowly towards the small room, his steps were gentle, and his weight of more than 200 catties was very inconsistent.

"He, he, he!!"

Soichiro rolled and crawled on the ground like a water dog, all the way to the door of the small room and hugged my grandson Liang's legs: "Dead, dead, he's dead?!" ”

"Dead?" My grandson Liang took a few steps, and his fat and gentle face was instantly serious.

I saw an old man lying on the tatami mat, covered with a thin quilt, his face full of old age spots was white and terrifying, my grandson Liang had the technology of corpse identification, but he just looked at it and probably determined that the old man had died at least twenty-four hours, if the real person used science and technology to detect, maybe the death time could be prolonged.

In other words, how long has it been since this guy Soichiro Mizuno has paid attention to his father's life and death......

What a bastard!

"What to do, what to do if he is dead." Soichiro Mizuno woke up from the wine and shook off the smell of alcohol.

"Don't panic." My grandson Liang calmly looked like a funeral staff who had dealt with such a scene many times, "Contact the hospital and the funeral staff first, and then go to the community to report ......"

Hearing the suggestion given by my grandson Liang, Soichiro Mizuno shook his head frantically: "No, no, you must not say it, and you must not report it." ”

"Why......"

"Don't you understand?" Soichiro Mizuno turned around and knelt in front of his father like a filial son, "If you report it, he's dead!" ”

"Dead? But he's dead now. ”

"It's the kind of death that has been written off, and I will never receive a pension again, and how can you let me live without a pension? Sold the house? Soichiro Mizuno snorted coldly, he didn't expect the brother he just met to be so puzzled, "I won't sell the house until the last step, unless the other party gives me more money." ”

"Successful people like you don't understand, without a pension, we social moths can't survive in a cruel world."

Stunned for a moment, the back of my grandson's head was slightly cold.

I understand that as a person from a special institution, the dark side of society that my grandson Ryo has been exposed to is not something that Soichiro Mizuno can imagine, and what Soichiro Mizuno is going to do, my grandson Ryo is also clear.

My grandson Ryo looked at Soichiro Mizuno in surprise: "Then do you want to?" ”

"That's right! He's not dead, he's alive and well! Soichiro Mizuno covered the old man's quilt, "The pension still has to be paid on time, and it will be paid until he really dies." ”

"Tomorrow is the time for the return visitors to come, and it is very simple to deal with them, anyway, they will never be seriously checked, they are just going through the motions." Soichiro Mizuno looked a little nervous, "I just need to say that the old man is going out to find friends, and you can fool the past, anyway, the capitalists and the country have so much money, it doesn't matter if you give me more." ”

While talking about Soichiro Mizuno, he fumbled around the room, and he touched the hidden compartment under the tatami mat and pulled it open.

"Click."

It's not a big storage space.

This is a measure that many old houses have, but it is usually used to store banknotes or valuable gold and silver jewelry.

Now it is empty, and the money is estimated to have been consumed long ago.

"Brother Inu, you can do a favor, let's fold this old man in...... Anyway, cheating on pensions is not a big problem, and I didn't kill the old man, so it doesn't matter if he is really found out. ”

No, it would be sentenced.

My grandson Ryo said silently in his heart, but he still helped Soichiro Mizuno.

The sentence for committing a crime is very far away from him, and he is only performing official duties, and it is inevitable that he will make some small mistakes for the sake of official duties.

Seeing that the brother he just recognized was so reasonable, Soichiro Mizuno was moved to tears.

In the cramped room, the dark shadows of the three people were infinitely elongated, and the sound of Suo Suo rubbed non-stop, and with the dark grid being covered, a sin seemed to have been covered on the surface.

After doing all this, Soichiro Mizuno let out a long breath and sat down on the ground with all his strength drained.

My grandson Ryo has been guarding against Soichiro Mizuno's attacks, and after doing evil things together, it's not uncommon for people around him to suddenly kill the killer, but Soichiro doesn't know if it's simple pitiful, or if he's really cowardly, and he doesn't show the slightest urge to attack.

Maybe in his concept, it's just a trivial matter that doesn't matter, and he won't kill the people around him for the sake of a trivial matter.

"Thank you, thank you."

If the two were still superficial brothers when they were drinking, now after doing something wrong, they have a feeling of developing into like-minded people.

"No thanks...... These are the little things......"

"But...... That's really ......."

My grandson smiled brightly, pretending to deliberately divert the topic: "You are the only one in such a big house now, Brother Mizuno, are you really living separately from your son?" ”

When people are extremely nervous, they will keep releasing when they catch a little catharsis.,Soichiro Mizuno, who was very resistant to talking about his wife and children when he was drinking, finally let go of himself.,Chattering about everything about Sora Mizuno.。

He also has the heart to divert the topic, although his conscience is extinguished, but his brain still knows what should be done and what should not be done.

The dog brother is a good person who can rest assured, and he has done 'good deeds' with him, and now the two are grasshoppers on the same rope.

"That's right, your son is a puff bag at school, and he can't speak......"

"Didn't he learn kendo?"

"Ahh......h So he still has this habit? ”

"The character is very cowardly, not like you were born?"

Soichiro Mizuno sits cross-legged on a dark grid, and a middle-aged man talks about the story of his younger son on the corpse of his elderly father.

My grandson Liang nodded again and again when he listened, there is a limit to intelligence work, and sure enough, some secret things are only known to the parties concerned.

It's kind of interesting!

My grandson Liang pulled the corners of his mouth and pinched his thigh with his right hand.

Kiyomi Shijima's inspiration is right, there is something wrong with this Mizuno Sora.

Or rather, is he still Sora Mizuno?

Soichiro also warmly beckoned my grandson Ryo to stay overnight, but my grandson Ryo is not big enough to live with the dead.

The information obtained from Soichiro is summarized, and then the previous suspicions are linked.

My grandson Liang's heart was pounding, he felt like a traveler walking in a dark tunnel, groping in the dark, moving forward in the dark, and finally seeing the ...... after seven or eight turns No, when you smell the sun, it will be a new world when the sun suddenly brightens.

After a night of magical reality, he creeps back into a little figure lurking in the city.

There was a breeze in Tokyo last night, and it was especially cool in the morning, office workers and students ran on the ramps, and there were elderly people who came out early in the morning to exercise.

"The master is coming out, and the time is up."

"It's the master!"

But just as my grandson Liang was walking slowly, his footsteps suddenly paused and turned his head to look at the other side, what was going on with a crowd gathering early in the morning, although this was not within the scope of my grandson Liang's task, he still paid attention to observe a few more times.

Crowds gathered at a liuzhi center in the northern district, which is loosely managed for criminals who have not yet been prosecuted, and is probably comparable to the detention center in China.

Within 48 hours, the police station will transfer the suspect to the detention center, and if the suspicion is not cleared after 48 hours, an additional 10-day review period will be added.

With so many people gathered in front of the detention center, it's Brother Jidao who won't be imprisoned, right? The eldest brother is going to be released from the detention center, so the younger brothers come to greet them collectively?

But my grandson Liang looked left and right, and the people gathered were all elderly people in their seventies and eighties, and there were no ruthless characters with severed limbs, not like a retired cadre from the extreme.

However, the doubts did not last long, and after ten minutes, the door of the detention center opened, and the monk walked out with a slight smile under the watchful eyes of the police.

"This monk ......" my grandson retracted his gaze after a few glances, "is the leader of the storming palace." ”

The storming of the palace sounds like a pre-war story, and of course there are after the defeat, but it is more subtle, and the closest thing to storming the palace is the May Day rally in the forties and fifties.

In order to oppose the emperor's politics and express dissatisfaction, tens of thousands of people, and at the peak, more than 200,000 people gathered in the outer garden of the Imperial Palace on May 1 in the first few years.

Every year there are violent clashes in the demonstrations, and my grandson Ryo remembers a guy named Matsushima Shotaro who was punished for 'disrespect' for holding a sign to mock the emperor, but under the operation of Amei Rika, he was pardoned without guilt - just kidding, they all fell off the altar and there was still great disrespect.

If your emperor is disrespectful, what will we do with Emperor MacArthur?

At one point, the hungry people under the leadership of Red broke into the Imperial Palace's dining place and ate the food of the Emperor's family, and the extravagant ingredients continued to ignite the anger of the people.

"It's a good time." My grandson Liang shook his head, and after knowing what was going on, he walked away quickly.

A hundred years ago, one of the people who attacked the imperial palace did not end well - if the Qing monarch succeeded, he said that he was going to be a feudal official for you, and future generations would enjoy the shade forever.

Seeing the monk walk out of the detention center, the crowd gathered in front of the gate was boiling and excited.

The elderly man in the front row immediately stepped forward to support the monk, as if he had been wronged in the detention center.

In fact, if you really want to commit a crime and be arrested in a detention center, the treatment is actually quite good, and the police guards in the detention center are also in line with the attitude that more things are better than less, and they are not even interested in talking to prisoners.

"You're really suffering inside, you savage lackeys."

"I knew you were coming out, I rushed here last night."

"Let's take a break."

The monk had a crying and laughing expression on his face, and he seemed to have transformed into a star in the middle-aged and elderly group.

These people are all left-wing groups on the island, and at a time when young people in the island country are not interested in politics, only the elderly are actively involved in the transformation of the country, but it has little impact.

"Thank you...... Finish. ”

It doesn't seem right to use the benefactor, but the monk is sincerely grateful, if it weren't for a group of elderly people who organize protests every day, he would not have been released from the liuzhi so quickly - the guard had vaguely mentioned that he was now putting a lot of pressure on the liuzhi.

Although there is no crime of disrespect now, it is easy for the police to detain him for a few more days and endure hardship.

"You're welcome, you're our leader now, and it's been a long time since I've seen someone as organized as you."

"Leader?" The monk paused, not knowing what had happened when he went to eat the official dinner.

"Yes, this country is in a miasma now, look at what has become of the transcendent when he comes out? The police grabbed people indiscriminately and opened fire, and Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto suffered one after another! ”

Extraordinary events have been officially portrayed as great victories, but the dead will not be resurrected, and the pain of losing loved ones is by no means exempt from TV mourning or insurance compensation, not to mention that some insurance companies refuse to claim compensation on the grounds that extraordinary events are no longer claimed.

It is an undercurrent that swells beneath the surface of the nation, and the death of one person is the tragedy of a family, and a family represents the generations behind it.

More than 250,000 people were affected by the extraordinary event, and the politics that only the elderly could care about suddenly became many new forces, such as the poor and the middle class, and the Tokyo March was the outbreak of this force, and the dark clouds that had accumulated over the head after the storm have not yet dissipated.

The scene of storming the imperial palace arm in arm left a deep impression on many people present, and the monk himself did not know that he had become a well-known figure in the small circle.

"Master, master! Something went wrong. ”

A ragged homeless man finally slipped out of the crowd and grabbed the monk's hand as soon as he came up.