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

Chapter 308 I Can’t Lose My Father

Kudo Yusaku was originally waiting for Morifushi Kagemitsu's objection, so that he could take advantage of the stairs to skip the embarrassing incident of Xila breaking into someone else's house and take Xila away.

Unexpectedly, the other party fell silent after saying a few words.

Isn't this right?

The steady man with a small mustache raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with an inquiring gaze. He observed every abnormality in his body with the delicate insight and analytical ability unique to a wise man.

On the surface, this strange young man seemed to be a good-tempered person, but judging from the way he lay and the little movements of Xila carrying him, the two must have had a fight.

Having seen how Xila and Mr. Toru fought each other to death, Kudo Yusaku didn't think that Xila would treat strangers with any preferential treatment.

In other words, the man who knew Mr. Toru's whereabouts and had fought with Xila without a scratch was very powerful. Deep in his gentle eyes, there was a hint of gloom and nervousness that was difficult to melt, as well as a cold and murderous aura that was incompatible with ordinary people. It was something that only those in the dark could possess.

Moreover, this man had a well-proportioned figure, and his muscles appeared to be very explosive. There were calluses on his hands, and a faint smell of gunpowder still lingered on his body.

Kudo Yusaku's gaze swept across the bass bag leaning against the door. The bag contained no simple musical instrument.

A Yakuza sniper? Or a mercenary from the otherworld?

Interestingly, this man was very permissive towards Xila.

For example, he never took out the gun from his waist.

For example, there was a hint of indulgence and fondness in his eyes, and it seemed that the fight with Xila before was just a joke to coax the child.

So, did he know Xila, or did he know Xila's father?

Kudo Yusaku remembered that Xila had just mentioned that this young man knew the whereabouts of her father, and he had a vague idea of ​​the answer in his heart.

"Let's talk, sir." Kudo Yusaku said solemnly and frankly, "My name is Kudo Yusaku."

Zhu Fushigi's eyes flashed. The world-famous mystery novelist Kudo Yusaku?

He glanced at the expressionless Xila, then stood up slowly, dusted himself off, and said in a gentle voice, "It's Mr. Kudo. I've heard a lot about you. My name is Midorikawa Saku."

"Mr. Midorikawa." Kudo Yusaku nodded slightly.

Zhu Fujingguang picked up the water bottle on the ground, which still had half a bottle of water left in it, and said to Xila with a smile: "Xiao Xila, can you help me water the cactus on the windowsill?"

Xila refused without thinking, because no one else had the right to order her except her father.

"Xila." Zhu Fu Jingguang called out lightly.

Before Xila could react, she reached out and took the water bottle. She stared at the bottle again and again, puzzled, unable to understand why she had suddenly compromised.

This feeling of being suppressed...

She looked up at the cat-eyed uncle in front of her and thought, he looks a bit like her father.

She could feel that this person had not used his full strength during the fight just now, but it could not be said that he was just playing around. Although he was not serious enough, he was gentle and patient enough.

Xila had a vague feeling that this man named Midorikawa Saku might have a very unusual relationship with his father.

So she obediently went to water the cactus.

Kudo Yusaku looked at Morofushi Kagemitsu with a strange expression, as if thinking about something.

No one knew what conclusion he came to, but he relaxed slightly.

Seeing Xila leave, Zhu Fujingguang smiled and said subconsciously with an apologetic tone: "The child was a little naughty and neglected Mr. Kudo."

"..."

The content of his words that showed he was taking the lead made Kudo Yusaku look complicated.

Wasn't Xila raised by me by Mr. Toru?

Logically speaking, I should be the one saying this.

So, what is the relationship between this guy and the mysterious Mr. Toru?

Zhu Fujingguang poured two glasses of water, and the two of them sat around the table, both silent for a moment.

In the end, it was Morufushi Kagemitsu who couldn't help but speak first. After all, it seemed that Yukunran's daughter was raised in Mr. Kudo's house.

"What does Mr. Kudo want to talk to me about?" he asked directly.

Kudo Yusaku took a sip of the water on the table, then said slowly: "Mr. Midorikawa, may I ask, what is your relationship with Mr. Toru?"

Xila's attitude towards Midorikawa-kun is very unusual.

This is very rare.

After all, in Xila's cognition, the world is divided into three types.

Father, passerby, target.

Passersby can become targets for elimination at any time.

Yes, his Kudo family is just more familiar passers-by.

He had no doubt that once Mr. Toru gave the order to let Xila kill their family, Xila would not hesitate at all.

The truth is so sad - the child's world is simply cruel.

Zhu Fujingguang's expression remained unchanged. The smile on his lips was extremely gentle, yet it held a hint of danger that made people shudder. He smiled and said, "We are friends."

toru?

It's Zero's pseudonym, right?

He would check it out when he had time. He really wanted to know what happened to Zero in places he hadn't seen.

Kudo Yusaku's hand holding the cup froze for a moment. He looked deeply at Morifushi Kagemitsu and realized that they could not trust each other. He could only sigh and put down the cup.

"It seems that today's conversation will end with regret." Kudo Yusaku stood up, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.

He looked calm, his tone revealing a frightening level of rationality and insight: "If you need help, you can contact me. I believe I have some connections."

Zhu Fushimizu took the business card silently, with a hint of regret in his eyes. It seemed that there was no way to get any information from Mr. Kudo for the time being.

His current identity and position meant that he could not be honest with Mr. Kudo.

A hint of determination flashed across his brows. He waited a little longer, until the right opportunity came...

He smiled and said, "I will. Thank you very much, Mr. Kudo."

Kudo Yusaku tied his scarf and put on his hat, then waved to Xila, who was curiously poking at the cactus's thorns: "Kid, it's time for us to go."

Xila turned and walked over. Her expression remained unchanged, but her eyes were fixed on Zhufu Jingguang: "I want to see my father."

Zhu Fujingguang squatted down, looked Xila in the eyes, and said seriously: "Let's make a promise, child. Once I have the chance, I will contact Mr. Kudo and ask him to take you to meet your father, okay?"

Xila tried to discern his expression and confirm that what he said was true, then asked, "Can you guarantee that my father will not be harmed in any way?"

Two pairs of strikingly similar blue cat eyes stared at each other, and she spoke her mind earnestly: "Father is easily injured and in poor health. Any slight risk could cost him his life."

Her childish voice was full of determination: "I can't lose my father."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was at a loss. He could not face Xila's clean and persistent eyes because he could not guarantee that Zero would not be hurt.