Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 278: Hard work, New 1

The Kudo family.

In the restaurant that suddenly became quiet, the angelic blonde girl took a bite of her food and said calmly, "Just kill him and you won't have any trouble."

This was what her first master taught her.

Xila thought it made sense and would solve the problem once and for all.

Although the ownership is now in the hands of her father, Uncle Kudo and his family are very good to her, so she can make an exception and help them once, and the reward will be the care she has given them during this period.

Kudo Shinichi: Good idea, if we kill the troublemakers, there will be no troubles——

What a ghost.

Little Radish tried hard to discern the expression on the little girl's face, but was surprised to find how righteous and skillful it was, without any trace of joking.

Kudo Shinichi: Scream! Scream!!

Sister, if you call me the Angel of Death, will I really start killing people?

What's going on with you?

Kudo Shinichi looked at the head of the family anxiously. There was a villain in the family of Mr. Toru, who liked Sherlock Holmes.

Could this be a natural antisocial personality?

Dad, come on, educate her!

Kudo Shinichi stared at Xila with a look of deep sorrow, as if he saw an Aries who had gone astray.

Kudo Yusaku slowly put down his knife and fork, wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then taught him gently: "Xi La, killing is wrong."

Xila tilted her head, her little face full of confusion.

She couldn't understand.

The education she received since she was old enough to understand has always told her that life is fragile and cheap, and can be bought and sold like currency.

No one would think that tearing up a banknote is wrong, so why would they think that killing someone is wrong.

She is a weapon, and killing is her mission.

She herself brings death to life.

Xila put down the spoon and repeated the experimenter's instructions in a serious manner: "Death can solve most of the world's problems."

She thought for a moment and tried to reason, "Including your editor who's been bothering you. Dead people won't cause you any trouble or distress."

"You can write your novel whenever you want. You are free."

Kudo Shinichi and Yukiko looked at each other and saw the broken defense in each other's eyes.

Oh no, I feel like pinching my philtrum.

The man of the house rubbed his temples tiredly. Is this freedom?

This is clearly a step towards prison.

"No." Kudo Shinichi's eyes widened in horror, and his tender little voice shrilly shouted, "Your thoughts and actions are wrong, and murder is against the law."

Xila stared at the black-haired boy in confusion, not understanding what he meant. What was breaking the law?

Can't understand.

She silently turned her head to the side and continued eating, not wanting to argue with the weak cub.

From that day on, Kudo Yusaku, who had a complete understanding of Xila's situation, would always take time to correct the girl's completely distorted values. The current progress was zero.

No matter what he said, the little girl would always stare at him innocently with wide eyes, then quietly pull out a dagger from her sleeve and ask, "Uncle, do you want to change my mind? Only my father has the full power to dispose of me. Do you want to take my place?"

Kudo Yusaku: "..."

Shinichi has been much more well-behaved recently. He stays in the study every day with a thick book on psychology and behavioral analysis. He has even read the book "How to Get Along with Rebellious Children".

——Thank you for your hard work, Shinichi.

Thinking back to how he had tried his best to persuade Xila to give up his murderous thoughts, Kudo Yusaku stared at the child's father who kept saying "freedom", took a deep breath of the cool air, and felt a pain in his liver.

In the ancient great country, every word spoken made sense.

For example - the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked!

Furuya Rei didn't know what Kudo Yusaku was thinking, but after hearing his answer, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Little Xila, you are free."

He repeated it dully, his voice filled with a light smile, as if he had unexpectedly obtained his favorite thing.

Those purple-gray eyes sparkled and sparkled, like stars in the winter night sky, bright and beautiful.

Kudo Yusaku was alert and decided not to let Toru leave.

When he had Xila hurriedly sent to the home of someone he had only met once, he guessed that something might have happened.

Toru's performance now proves that this is no small matter.

It's likely related to the Liberty Island riots.

Is Toru a pawn controlled by someone behind the scenes?

No matter what, we have to calm the person down first.

Kudo Yu used his scarf to cover his stiff cheeks and politely invited: "It's cold outside, Mr. Toru, please come back to the car with me first."

This place is very remote and sparsely populated. I don't know how this person walked over here in the snow while wearing handcuffs.

Fūya Rei looked curiously at the car not far away, flipped his palm, and the white top hat spun rapidly under his palm, like a dazzling stunt, like a blooming white flower.

He chuckled softly and slowly put his hat on his golden hair, which was slightly damp from the snow. His voice suddenly rose, carrying with it a mocking and absurd tone that played with people's hearts: "Now—"

"It's question time!"

He suddenly leaned close to Kudo Yusaku, looked straight into his eyes, and the curve of his mouth gave people the illusion that he was too crazy.

He asked, "Who am I?"

This question stumped Kudo Yusaku.

When they met at the Grand Theater, he only knew that the violinist's stage name was Toru, and everyone called him that.

Later, after Xila was sent to his home and exposed many problems, he asked his acquaintances in the government to check it out, but to his surprise, there was no information at all.

Very mysterious.

Kudo Yusaku touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "Don't embarrass me. We have only met once. I called you Mr. Toru because I heard others call you that."

Furuya Rei's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Kudo Yusaku in disbelief, saying in amazement, "You gave me your child to raise after only meeting me once. You're really special."

Yusaku Kudo: I also want to know what you saw in me that made you send such a child to torture me.

But - even if Oru wanted to take the child away now, he would not agree.

Xila's problem is too big, and he is completely worried about leaving it in the hands of others.

That's the pace of training a killer in minutes.

With his sense of responsibility, it is impossible for him to let a child grow up to be like that.

Furiya Ling waved his cape and ran towards the car happily: "Let's go, I can't wait to see my cute little bird."

Kudo Yusaku gathered his clothes into his coat and chased after him.

When Sheriff Smith saw that there was an extra person in the car, he did not ask any questions. He diligently sent the person home and then drove away.

Outside the beautiful two-story villa, there is a small and exquisite pond on the left side of the white fence and a small garden on the right side.