Chapter 133 Naraku’s wailing in prison (please vote for the 6K chapter)

Wano New Tokyo, Shinjuku District has the largest number of foreigners among the 23 wards of Tokyo. It is home to Kabukicho, Shinanocho, which is known as the most prosperous street in Wano Country, and Kagurazaka, which is full of Shitamachi flavor.

When you walk alone on the streets of Shinjuku at night, it is easy for both men and women to be entangled by drunks. You can often see crows and some women taking illegal drugs on the streets. You can even see people walking around with knives.

It can be said that charm and danger coexist, and it also attracts many low-level mixed-race celestial beings to gather here to seek excitement, forming a unique regional section in District 23.

Of course, in addition to those young people who come to seek excitement, the large low-cost apartment buildings in Shitamachi, Shinjuku District, also attract many low-level office workers in the city to rent and settle here.

Shinjuku City, Arakicho 8-3.

Kimura Building.

This old apartment building is close to Yotsuya-sanchome Station on the Marunouchi Line. It takes about 4 minutes to walk from Exit 4 of Sanchome Station. The monthly rent is about 70,000 yen.

In the evening of early spring, the gloomy twilight slanted over from the end of the street, and the night began to stretch out on the other side of the sky, preparing for the upcoming grand debut.

A tall, middle-aged man wearing a beige suit who looked quite mature and steady walked slowly through the dim and psychedelic light, carrying a convenience bag and a briefcase in his left and right hands respectively.

This middle-aged man's name is Nanami Kenjiro. He is an ordinary part-time worker who joined an ordinary company after graduating from a high school.

He hates working overtime from the bottom of his heart.

But in fact, he has been working overtime.

Because in addition to his job, Nanami Kenjiro occasionally needs to take on some "private work".

At the corner of the street, when passing a roadside trash can, Nanami Kenjiro stopped and took out something wrapped in white cloth from his briefcase, and threw it into the trash can without looking at it.

The neighborhood near this apartment building in Arakicho was so bad that there were no cameras around the garbage cans on the street, so he could safely dispose of some things he brought back from his personal work.

After throwing away the trash, Nanami Kenjiro walked two blocks further and came to an old apartment called "Kimura Building".

The gray wall outside the apartment building was peeling off like fish scales. When he walked up the outer staircase, he could see piles of black garbage bags at the door and at the end of the corridor at almost every floor he passed. This could be seen from the sanitation situation.

What are the conditions for leaving this apartment?

It stands to reason that with Nanami Kenjiro's "two jobs" he can live in a better community, but perhaps because of the convenient transportation close to the tram station and the good rent and price-performance ratio, he has lived here for four years.

Walking to the door of his rental apartment on the fifth floor, Nanami Kenjiro took out the key.

Crack—!

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"I'm back."

Nanami Kenjiro shouted out of habit.

"Welcome back."

Two crisp children's voices sounded inside the door.

The next moment, I saw two little girls of seven or eight years old. One was wearing housekeeping cleaning clothes and a small hat on her head, and the other was wearing an apron around her waist. The two hurriedly put down the rags and spatulas in their hands and picked them up from the ground.

A slipper rushed over in a hurry.

Rushing to Nanami Kenjiro, the two little girls quickly placed their slippers a few centimeters in front of Nanami Kenjiro's feet. Their movements were skillfully aligned, and they seemed to have cooperated many times.

But when Kenjiro Nanami took off his beige suit with some fatigue, the two little guys grabbed the man's sleeves, one on the left and the other on the right, and started fighting for them without giving up.

"I'll come! I'll help Uncle Nanami release it!"

"How many times have I told you to let me put Uncle Nanami's clothes away!"

"Uncle told me to let go last time!"

"No! You're lying!"

"."

Two little girls named Natsusa Kirima and Namiko Jokawa clenched their little fists and stared at each other with bulging cheeks, spitting stars dancing in the sunset slanting in from the window sill.

Feeling this "warm" scene, Nanami Kenjiro raised his hand to rub his brows expressionlessly, then silently took off his slippers at the entrance and walked inside.

He was a child who grew up in an orphanage. One of these two little guys was adopted by him from the orphanage, and the other was a single-parent child who originally followed his mother.

However, her mother worked in a nightclub and somehow started taking illegal drugs and had gambling debts. She disappeared two years ago and was "picked up" by him and brought home by chance.

Walking to the table on the tatami, Nanami Kenjiro put down the convenience bag he was carrying.

The two little girls behind them looked at each other as if the mute button had been pressed on their quarrel, and quickly rushed over with their short legs.

In the convenience bag were tempura (fried) juicy chicken nuggets, charcoal grilled chicken wings and chicken popcorn that Nanami Kenjiro bought from a roadside deli after getting off the train. There were also two small bottles of carbonated drinks inside.

These fried foods, which are regarded as scourges by child experts, have always been the favorites of little ones, and Nanami Kenjiro has never prohibited them from eating them.

In his opinion, you should eat as comfortably as possible while you are alive. After all, no one knows whether you will wake up one day and not be able to eat the next meal.

However, these two little guys didn't just focus on eating. Namiko Jokawa, who had an apron hanging around her neck, suddenly kicked Kirima Natsusa. The two weird little guys looked at each other, and at the same time sweetly said to Nanami

Kenjiro said:

"Uncle Nanami!

Close your eyes!

Close your eyes quickly."

The weather was a bit cold in early spring, and there was no heating in the rented house. Nanami Kenjiro came in and sat on the tatami wearing a brown sweater and turned on the small color TV. He held his chin with one hand and held up the remote control boredly with the other hand.

The device is constantly changing channels.

After hearing the words of the two little guys, he turned his head to look at the two of them with his lifeless fish eyes, then turned back to continue watching TV, having no time to pay attention to their pranks.

But this "indifference" only lasted for a short while. In the blink of an eye, he was defeated by the unrelenting coquettishness of the two little guys, and he could only close his eyes helplessly.

Just when he closed his eyes, listening to the hurried footsteps in his ears, he said in a very cold tone, "Please stop playing pranks in moderation, otherwise you will eat all the things I brought back."

"Ah! Don't you leave any at all?"

Tongjian Xiasha suddenly asked pitifully.

"Nothing left behind."

Nanami Kenjiro's tone was very certain.

At this time, Namiko Jokawa suddenly shouted anxiously, "Natsusa, you idiot! Come and help!"

"Ah! Okay!" Natsusa Kirijama quickly ran over with her short legs.

Nanami Kenjiro still had his eyes closed.

I just don’t know when, the sound gradually disappeared from my ears.

In the darkness, he frowned slightly. His professional habits made him uncomfortable with this feeling of being unable to control the surrounding environment.

But just as his eyelids trembled slightly, he heard a sharp scolding from a little girl.

"Don't open your eyes!"

After a while, finally, the little girl's voice came to my ears.

"Okay Uncle Nanami! You can open your eyes now."

Nanami Kenjiro opened his eyes slightly.

All he saw in front of him was a palm-sized small chocolate cream cake with a burning candle on top.

The two little guys didn't fight over it this time. They held it together with their four little hands and raised it to Nanami Kenjiro's eyes like a treasure.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered. Nanami Kenjiro's lifeless fish eyes stared blankly at the candlelight in front of him. The originally cold lines at the corners of his eyes suddenly softened.

It turns out someone still remembers his birthday.

"Thanks."

He lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Thank you, Uncle Nanami! It's time to blow out the candles!"

"No, no! You should make a wish first!"

Without saying a few words, the two little guys started arguing with their chubby cheeks and their noses were not noses and their eyes were not eyes.

Nanami Kenjiro looked at the two little guys and the little cake with the flickering candlelight. There was a glimmer of light in his lifeless eyes.

Since his parents and brother died in an accident many years ago, he has repeated certain tasks day after day, thinking that the word "happiness" has become a luxury for him in the rest of his life.

I didn't expect that sometimes, it would happen so suddenly and so easily.

After a furious quarrel, Nanami Kenjiro made a wish while the two little guys sang Happy Birthday and blew out the candles. The two little guys forced Nanami Kenjiro to sit on the tatami and watch TV, and they got into the kitchen to start.

Keep cooking.

In the words of the two little guys, Nanami Kenjiro’s birthday is today, and it’s time for them to really “show off their cooking skills” without having to do it themselves.

Sitting on the tatami, Nanami Kenjiro listened to the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen and the occasional bickering. He suddenly thought of the two little guys who would grow up to fall in love and get married many years later. He would send them out of this place one by one.

Home, at that time, perhaps the home will return to its former peace.

only

Maybe I'm used to this kind of noise?
To be continued...