"Old man, I'm back." Mizuno Soichiro shouted bluntly after entering the door. It was already after the early morning.

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

"It's okay. Even if the smelly old man sleeps well, he will get up when he hears my voice... Hey! The smelly old man! The smelly old man!"

Mizuno Soichiro shouted several times, but he became irritated after he still had no response. He patted my grandson Liang on the shoulder and showed an apology: "I'll make you laugh, Brother Inuhi, I'll let the smelly old man get up and make some sober soup for us."

His cursing look made my grandson Liang look very disdainful. How did such a guy give birth to a son as outstanding as Sora Mizuno?

Either the gene mutation or the Sora Mizuno has been replaced by Sora.

But what does other people have to do with themselves? My grandson Liang is not a just person with a strong sense of justice. It doesn’t matter to you.

My grandson Liang leaned slightly against the wall and watched Soichiro Mizuno walk into the small room, but in just a few minutes a scream almost penetrated his eardrums, but the scream stopped halfway, which was very abrupt.

It was like Soichiro Mizuno who grabbed his neck with his hands and covered his mouth and strangled it to death.

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

"He he he he he he he!!"

Soichiro rolled and crawled on the ground like a dog falling into the water, and flipped to the door of the small room and hugged my grandson Liang's legs: "Die, die, he is dead?"

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

I saw an old man lying on the tatami mat, covered with a thin quilt, and his face was pale and scary. My grandson Liang had the technique for corpse identification, but he looked at it and was probably sure that the old man died at least twenty-four hours. If he was tested by real people using scientific and technological technology, the death time might be longer.

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

Really a bastard!

"What should I do? He is dead, what should I do?" Mizuno Soichiro sobered up and was filled with alcohol.

"Don't panic." My grandson Liang calmly said to be a funeral staff who had dealt with such scenes many times. "First contact the hospital and the funeral staff, and then go to the community to report..."

Hearing the advice given by my grandson Liang, Soichiro Mizuno shook his head wildly: "No, no, I can't say it, I can't report it."

“Why…”

"Don't you understand?" Mizuno Soichiro turned around and knelt in front of his father like a filial son. "If it were reported, he would be dead!"

"Die? But he is dead now."

"It's the kind of person who is cancelled and will never get a pension again. If you don't have a pension, how do you want me to live? Have you sold the house?" Mizuno Soichiro snorted coldly, not expecting that the brother he just recognized was so puzzling. "I won't sell the house until the last step, unless the other party gives a lot of money."

"Successful people like you don't understand. Without pensions, we social borers cannot survive in a cruel world."

After a moment of silence, my grandson Liang felt a little cold on the back of his head.

I understand that as a person from a special institution, the dark side of society that my grandson Liang has come into contact with is not something that Mizuno Soichiro can imagine, and my grandson Liang knows clearly what Mizuno Soichiro wants to do.

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

"Yes! He is not dead yet, he is alive!" Mizuno Soichiro covered the quilt on the old man's body. "The pension must be paid on time, and it must be paid until he actually dies."

"Tomorrow is when the return visitor comes, and it is very easy to deal with them. Anyway, I never check it carefully, it's just a formality." Mizuno Soichiro looked a little nervous, "I just say that the old man can fool him when he goes out to find a friend. Anyway, the capitalist and the country have so much money, so it doesn't matter if he gives me more."

While talking, Soichiro Mizuno was fumbled in the room. He touched the secret wall under the tatami and pulled it open.

"Click."

It is a big and small storage space.

This is a measure that many old houses have, but it is generally used to store money or precious gold and silver jewelry.

Now it's empty, and money has probably been consumed.

"Brother Dog, come and help me. Let's turn this old man in... Anyway, it's not a big problem to cheat the pension, and I didn't kill the old man, so it doesn't matter if I'm really found out."

No, you will be sentenced.

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

He is very far away from being sentenced to committing the law. He is just performing official duties, and he will inevitably make some minor mistakes for the official duties during the execution.

Seeing that the brother he had just recognized was so reasonable, Soichiro Mizuno was moved and burst into tears.

In the cramped room, the shadows of the three people were infinitely elongated, and the sounds of the silhouette were constantly rubbing. As the dark square was covered, a sin seemed to have been covered on the surface.

After doing all this, Soichiro Mizuno sighed and collapsed on the ground and was drained of all his strength.

My grandson Liang was always on guard against Soichiro Mizuno. After doing evil things together, it was not uncommon for people around him to suddenly kill. However, Soichiro didn't know whether it was simple and pitiful or really timid, so he did not show any urge to attack.

Perhaps in his concept, this is just an irrelevant little thing, and he will not kill people around him for small things.

"Thank you, thank you."

If the two were brothers on the surface when drinking, they felt like they were developing like fellow men after doing something wrong.

"No need to thank you... these are trivial matters..."

"But...this is really..."

My grandson smiled and pretended to change 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 were extremely nervous, they would keep releasing their vents. When they were extremely nervous, they would catch a slight vent and kept releasing them. Soichiro Mizuno, who was very resistant to talking about his wife and children while drinking, finally let go of himself and kept talking about everything about Mizuno Sora.

He also had a heart to distract from the topic. Although his conscience was destroyed, his mind still knew what should be done and what should not be done.

Brother Inugui is a good person who can rest assured and has done "good things" with him. Now the two are grasshoppers on the same rope.

"That's right. Your son is just a slut at school and can't speak..."

"Have he not learned kendo?"

"Ahh, I just suddenly thought of it... It turns out that he still has this habit?"

"The personality is very cowardly, it doesn't look like you gave birth to?"

Soichiro Mizuno sat cross-legged on the lattice, and a middle-aged man talked about the story of his young son on the body of an elderly father.

My grandson Liang nodded repeatedly as he listened. Intelligence work has its limits, and as expected, only the person involved knew about some secret matters.

Something interesting!

My grandson Liang pulled the corner of his mouth and pinched his thighs with his right hand.

The inspiration for Kiyomi of Frost Island is indeed correct, there is something wrong with this Mizuno Sora.

Or is he still Sora Mizuno?

Soichiro also warmly greeted my grandson Liang to stay overnight, but my grandson Liang was not as ambitious as to live with the dead.

The information obtained from Soichiro was summarized and then linked to previous doubts.

My grandson Liang's heart was thumping. He felt like a traveler walking in the dark and deep tunnel, groping in the dark, moving forward in the dark, and finally seeing it... No, when he smelled the sunshine, he would inevitably be a brand new world after the sunlight suddenly became clear.

After a night of magical reality, he became a little lurking in the city and walked forward again.

There was a breeze in Tokyo last night, and it was particularly cool to wake up in the morning. Office workers and students ran on the ramps, and there were also elderly people who came out to exercise in the morning. My grandson Liang was no different from thousands of people.

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

"It's the master!"

However, just as my grandson Liang walked slowly, his steps suddenly stopped and turned to look at the other side. What happened to people gathering in the early morning? Although this was not within the scope of my grandson Liang's mission, he still paid attention to it and observed it a few more times.

The crowd gathered was a detention center in the North District. The detention center was a suspect in the crime who had not been prosecuted. The management was loose, which was probably comparable to that in the Chinese detention center.

The police station will be transferred to the detention center within 48 hours. After 48 hours, the suspect will not be cleared. If no matter how much is revealed within 10 days, the prosecutor will continue to judge whether to add it.

With so many people gathered in front of the detention center, it is Brother Jidao who will not be detained, right? The eldest brother is going to release him from the detention center, so the younger brothers come to welcome him together?

But my grandson Liang looked around and saw that the gatherings were all elderly people in their seventies and eighties, and there were no ruthless characters with broken limbs, not like retired cadres of the Great Dao.

However, the doubt did not last long. After more than ten minutes, the door of the detention center opened. Under the police's gaze, the monk walked out with a slight smile.

"This monk..." My grandson Liang glanced a few times before retracting his gaze, "It is the leader of the palace."

The impact on the palace sounds like a story before the war. Of course, there are also after the defeat, but it is more implicit. The closest thing to the impact on the palace is the May Day gathering in the 1940s and 1950s.

In order to oppose the emperor's politics and express dissatisfaction, there were tens of thousands of people on May 1st in the first few years, with a peak of more than 200,000 people gathered in the outer garden of the Imperial Palace to demonstrate. The square in front of the Imperial Palace was also jokingly called the "People's Square" at that time, the kind written in Chinese.

There will be fierce conflicts every year. My grandson Liang still remembers a guy named Matsutaro Matsushima was treated as "disrespectful" for raising slogans to joke with the emperor. However, under the operation of Amei Lika, he was forgiven without guilt - just kidding, and he fell from the altar and was very disrespectful.

If your emperor is disrespectful, what should we, Supreme Emperor MacArthur?

The hungry people, led by the red, once broke into the place where the imperial palace was eaten, ate the food of the Emperor's family, and the luxurious ingredients continued to ignite the anger of the people.

"It's really a good era." My grandson Liang shook his head, and after knowing what was going on, he quickly left.

A hundred years ago, one of the people who attacked the imperial palace had no good ending. If the purgation of the king was successful, it would be said that it was to be a throne official for you, and future generations would always enjoy the shade.

When the monk walked out of the relic, the crowd gathered in front of the gate became excited.

The elderly man in the front row immediately stepped forward to support the monk, as if he had suffered so much grievance in the detention center.

In fact, if you really want to commit a crime, you will be arrested and taken into the detention center. In fact, the treatment is quite good. The police guards in the detention center are also in an attitude of being less than more, and they don’t even have the interest to talk to the prisoner.

"You're really suffering in it, those savage lackeys."

"I know what you are going to come out, I arrived here last night."

"Let's take a break first."
To be continued...