"Three portions of crab rice balls, six fried shrimp, tamagoyaki trouble to put more sauce-"

"Boss, how has your craftsmanship regressed, the jade burn has no taste, not to mention that it chokes, I am almost out of breath."

Saving his life is outrageous, and Chitose Tang is afraid that he will not use stones to make jade burns today, and his chest is like a broken boulder, which makes it a little difficult for him to breathe.

It's a little hard to breathe -

Difficulties –

Sleepy-hmm——!!!

When Toru Asada opened his eyes, the room was pitch black, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains on the top floor of the high-end apartment were half-hidden, and a few cold stars could still be seen hanging in the sky through the windows. At six o'clock in the morning, the residential area was still silent, but there was a ray of dawn at the horizon, spreading out from the sea and sky.

It's a dream.

The brown-haired young man bowed his head, and the little mole with swarthy fur was slumped on his chest, his little breasts lying together, apparently asleep.

Probably the sound of the person under him waking up alarmed Sniff, and the little mole on his chest rolled over in dissatisfaction, and the flesh-pink paws slapped Toru Asada in the face.

The little mole with fine fur seemed to feel good to the touch, and kicked it twice more, and then a flying kick hit his chin.

Sniffing: Don't sleep with Lao Tzu.

Toru Asada: ......

Okay, he understands that the hairball of life is now paralyzed into a fat mass on him, and if he has a myocardial infarction one day, he will definitely be crushed alive by the unbearable weight of life.

It's like a roommate climbing into his bed in the middle of the night and kicking his foot in his face, and the fuck is so unreasonable that it makes people think about what made him abandon the warm nest and pounce on his chest instead.

Toru Asada pondered for two seconds, then grabbed the back of his neck and shook it three times.

"Hey, wake up, wake up - it's time for you to lose weight!"

"Wake up - get up together, don't pretend to be asleep for me!"

"Hey-if you don't get up again, you'll only have vegetable leaf soup for three meals a day in the future!"

“…… Believe it or not, I fished out all the cabbage out of the soup and fed it to the rabbit next door. ”

The brown-haired young man's fingers poked three more times on the belly of the sniffer, and the little mole who was sleepy slowly rolled over half a circle, and with a grumbling look on his parents, he reluctantly climbed to the top of Toru Asada's head.

Then he slapped him on the head in anger.

"Alright, I'm not too bored," the brown-haired young man raised his hand to scoop the mole off his head and rubbed it on its round little belly, "It's still an hour before I go to work, and it won't take me that long to wash off a layer of skin on my face." ”

The blackened mole rubbed against his palm, as if sensing the inquiring gaze of a small thing, and the brown-haired young man in a loose pajama walked into the bathroom, wiped his face in the sound of running water, and wiped it with a tissue dipped in water.

"Don't- I don't want to sleep anymore-"

Others dream of Yulou Jinque Mountain and sea delicacies, only in his dreams there is always a Beretta and black-framed glasses calling for him to work overtime, he can't sleep in the middle of the night and always wants to arrange someone, the action deployment nonsense until two or three o'clock in the morning, and finally even let him eat supper.

Is it strange that a person can grow six stomachs, and he didn't find an organization to reimburse the cost of the meal!

Outside the window, the sky is half brighter at this time, and the sky higher and farther away is exceptionally blue. Sensing the black gas emanating from behind the only humanoid creature in the room, the extraordinarily humane little mole sprang up to Toru Asada's shoulder in three or two steps, and pressed his paws on his face comfortingly.

Toru Asada smiled.

"Well, let's still dream of something very happy."

It's better to be too happy, so happy that occasionally he will leave everything behind, laugh like a fool for a whole day, laugh until the twilight hangs in the sky, and then go back to his own house to find his own mother.

It's nothing, fate is occasionally faster than a meteorite hitting the head in the sky, and you don't even need to share the joys and sorrows of life and death, you just need to talk and laugh, play and make trouble, ordinary and ordinary days are spent day by day, and people walk into each other's hearts day by day.

Just laughing is enough.

Laughter alone is enough to fill life.

Unfortunately, he only recently discovered this.

The sniffer on his shoulder tilted his head in confusion, and Toru Asada smiled and stretched out his index finger and rubbed it on the little mole's head.

"Hi - Happy 114th day back to everyday ~ Do you want something for breakfast?"

That's what they should have done, they should have thrown all the cats and dogs they've hired in the last six months into a noxious trash can, and then the cherry blossoms never bloomed in those years.

In the best case, those few people have always been shining in the police world, he has always been the Sunrise of the organization, and since then, the rivers and lakes and seas have never been seen again, and the hair of the Onizuka instructor is still verdant, and he has never been taught this unlucky student.

Even if it's not, the big deal is that the identity is exposed, the rooftop goodbye, a few bullets fired two shots, and those people are still in front of their police officers, and he is still the number one intelligence officer in the winery.

No train will turn onto someone else's track, and that's the best outcome.

Toru Asada casually took out a piece of bread from the refrigerator and stuffed it into his mouth, and the little black mole with black fluff wiped his mouth reservedly, and sped into his coat pocket.

The cold sunlight spilled from the window in the early morning, a cool breeze blowing from nowhere swept in the room, and the mobile phone screen on the wooden coffee table lit up for a moment, Toru Asada rubbed it casually on the hem of his clothes, and then clicked on the mobile phone with one hand.

xxxx.12.22，02:56am

[Toru Asada: It's not your character to wait passively all the time, so why don't you turn to a search lesson?] 】

xxxx.12.22，07:03am

[Bastard curly hair returns me for supper: Let me think.] 】

The brown-haired young man was silent on his phone for two seconds, and resolutely decided to pretend that he didn't see it.

He really didn't want to deal with this guy, and he had never texted this unlucky thing, the previous message was sniffed back, and when he was playing with his phone, he accidentally took a picture of a human-readable garbled code.

Well, that's it.

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Toru Asada glanced at the intermittent messages on the screen, mixed with the daily greetings of the reliable squad leader two days ago and the unbearable scolding of the unlucky boss a month ago, the mobile phone screen switched to the caller ID again, and a brisk ringtone was diffused in the air.

"Ma~Li~ There's a lamb-"

The brown-haired young man raised his hand and tapped on the screen, and the ringing of the mobile phone stopped abruptly, and Patron laughed at the other end of the phone.

"Good morning, you woke up so early today—"

"I'm sorry that the user you dialed can't be reached for the time being, please press 1 for routine hello, press 2 for casual chat, and please hang up if you have something to find me——"

"—orange juice."

"—call me Sunrise, thanks."