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"Is your home far away?"

Eriri Sawamura stood beside him, looked at him and asked dryly.

Turning back, Nomiyama looked at his own house at the end of the street and shook his head: "Not far, it's the one at the end of the street."

He walked at his own pace, neither anxious nor impatient, but he couldn't help but be curious, so he asked, "How did I catch you? Did you get so upset that you jumped into the river and committed suicide?"

Sawamura Eriri blushed, feeling a little embarrassed: "I was drawing on the upstream slope just now, and the drawing paper was accidentally blown away by the wind. Then I went to chase the drawing paper, and fell into the river... The driver was waiting by the roadside, so he didn't notice me..."

Nomiyama nodded: "Well, you are quite immersed in your work."

Eri Sawamura turned her head to look at him, her expression twisted, and she felt that it was not a good thing.

When he arrived at the door, Nomiyama took out the key and opened the door.

Eriri Sawamura followed him into the house, her eyes following him until he stepped onto the stairs. She then withdrew her gaze, hunched over a few steps, and began to look around the living room.

It was not the wooden floor common in Japanese homes, but white, slightly cold tiles. There was a circular black mark in the middle of the living room, a bit like the remains of a bonfire seen on the slope. There was nothing on the dining table or coffee table, and there was no cloth covering the sofa.

It doesn't look like someone lives here regularly, because there aren't even slippers for guests to change into at the entrance.

After walking a few steps, she looked up at the prominent photo frame on the living room wall.

At this time, Nomiyama was carrying clothes and pants downstairs.

"Nomiyama-san." Sawamura Eriri looked at him and suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Nomiya asked in confusion.

"Who's in the photo?"

Nomiyama looked up and glanced at the two people hanging on the wall: "My parents, who else could it be?"

"Oh, your dad, he looks quite like you."

After a moment of silence, Nomiyama frowned. Why did he feel that this sentence was not right? What did he mean by "my father looks a lot like me"?

I let out a breath and decided to ignore this stupid guy.

He extended his hand and handed over the clothes: "Go take a hot bath and then put them on to avoid catching a cold or something. There is a bathroom on the first floor, just down the hallway. The water is always hot."

"Oh." Sawamura Eriri took the clothes, lowered her head and walked past him, her voice thin and soft, "Thank you."

Until she left, Nomiya looked up at his parents again, his gaze mainly focused on his father.

Well, he does look a lot like me.

Leaning back on the sofa, he turned on the TV.

On the other side, Eriri Sawamura filled the bathtub with water and then took off her thick and sticky clothes that were soaked in water.

She stood there for a while until she felt there was enough water. Then she reached out to test the water temperature and stepped in.

Lying on her back, she looked at the clean ceiling, slightly lost in thought.

In fact, Nomiyama is not as unapproachable as imagined. He is too lazy to get to know others, but he still retains basic kindness towards others.

Actually, she looks a bit like Yukino.

I received a lot of help today, and I feel like I need to repay you.

Curled up in the bathtub, with only her nose and the area above exposed, Sawamura Eriri's thoughts were in a tizzy.

As she was thinking, she felt beads of sweat on her forehead and stood up.

Step out of the bathtub and look up.

There were only two towels, and it was almost certain that they were for his own use.

His face flushed, but he still took off a towel and wiped his body.

After the water stains were wiped clean, she took down the pile of clothes and rummaged through them.

The white short-sleeved shirt without a logo, the pure black jacket, and the wide-leg trousers are all a bit loose, probably prepared in advance considering that he will grow taller.

And, a pair of boxer briefs...

I don't understand girls' minds at all. At this time, you don't need to prepare underwear...

She lifted her legs, put them on, and then put on the boy's inner jacket and trousers, then walked to the bathtub.

Reach out and hold the water drain switch for a while.

Well, maybe he will want to take a bath later, so I'll leave it to him.

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With a blushing face, after looking in the mirror, Eriri Sawamura put on her slippers, carried her wet clothes in one hand and her small leather shoes filled with water in the other, and walked towards the living room.

On the sofa, the boy curled up in a ball, watching TV quietly.

Sawamura Eriri suddenly felt that he looked ugly when he shrank up, a bit like an unwanted kitten, so she asked, "Where are your parents?"

As soon as she said this, she felt that the meaning of this sentence was not good, but she could only wait quietly for the answer.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm saving the world somewhere. There's a plastic bag and a cell phone on the dining table. You can pack your clothes and call home to ask them to pick you up. Bye."

Nomiyama didn't even raise his head. He felt quite comfortable curled up on the sofa, with a strange sense of relaxation.

"Oh." Eriri Sawamura lowered her head and walked towards the dining table.

Picking up her phone, she dialed the familiar number in her memory and explained the situation.

When she was done, she packed her clothes and walked over to the sofa.

He lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "Well, I'll go back first."

Nomiyama responded coldly: "Yeah."

Eri Sawamura nodded slightly and walked towards the entrance.

"There are my sneakers at the entrance. You can wear any pair you want. If you can't swim, don't play by the river alone. I'm not always fishing."

The boy's voice came from the sofa.

"Um!!"

Sawamura Eriri narrowed her eyes.

Chapter 8 Black Gold Black

After the little man with blond twintails left, Nomiya stared at the TV in a daze.

The TV was reporting some strange news, like...

A young boy from a Chiba family is missing, and a wealthy woman offers a large sum of money to find him.

[Recently, dozens of teenagers were found loitering near a certain company club, attempting to prove they were the person listed in a missing person notice.]

The plastic surgery industry's sales surged yesterday. Is this a sign of a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality? Let's hear...

If anyone finds the boy mentioned in the missing person notice, a woman is willing to pay 10 billion yen for this information, if for no other reason than to offend the offender.

Feeling weird and disgusted, he turned off the TV and stood up. He first went to the dining table to pick up his phone, and then walked to the entrance.

Although it is dark, you can still continue fishing. I heard that fish are more active at night.

He picked up the fishing rod again and lifted the box of bait.

Night fishing is the ultimate romance.

As he strolled, he came to a familiar slope, sat down, and began to string bait onto the hook.

His eyes lingered on the two pairs of indoor shoes beside him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I just forgot to bring it home.

Never mind, it’s not important, fishing is important.

Cast the rod and concentrate.

It is obviously much quieter at night, not only because the fishing rod is slow to respond, but also because the sound of car horns is significantly reduced.

The starlight was falling gently, and some insects on the river bank began to make their own sounds. The steel and concrete on the opposite bank were shimmering with rainbows. Some words were playing in a loop on the high-rise buildings, flashing and dyeing the sky with colors. From time to time, searchlights revolved around the city, as if they were looking for something, or as if they were perfunctory with nothing to do.

Apply slight force to your palm.

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Seeing mountain croaker in the wild, raising the fishing rod.

A faint blue light flashed and the fish fell to the ground.

Nomiyama blinked, raised his hand, picked up a stone and smashed the fish that tried to escape to death.

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Eight legs?

He took out his cell phone and decided to check it out carefully. He couldn't let himself end up in the hospital after eating a fish like last time.

Search for "eight-legged fish" on your mobile phone

The encyclopedia quickly gave the answer.

Octopus, also known as octopus, is tender and crispy when eaten raw, and tough when grilled.

It’s edible, very good. Nomiya’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t go to collect firewood immediately.

Well, one is too small and not enough to eat.

Raise the rod and try again.

As he wished, soon, an octopus with the same bluish hue landed on the ground.

Raise your hand and smash him to death.

Nomiya smiled, stood up and walked up the hill towards the grove.

After a while, he brought back the branches, piled them into a circle on the slope, and lit them.

He pierced the two fish with a broken sharp branch, placed them on the fire with skill, and rotated them slowly.

He judged the heat almost by instinct, and when the time was almost right, he took out the small bottle of seasoning he carried with him and poured it out.

He put away the vial and took a bite, ignoring the heat.

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Well, it does have a bit of toughness after being roasted, and paired with spicy ingredients, it tastes quite nice to chew.

With his mouth wide open, he bit off most of it in one bite.

He quickly finished off the two octopuses by biting and swallowing them in big gulps.

He let out a breath, threw away the branch, and felt that today was not bad. Although he only caught the indoor shoe heel Sawamura-kun before, at least he caught a seafood catch in the end, which was quite good fishing luck.

He turned sideways, ready to pick up the two pairs of indoor shoes and go home, then his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

Why, my body feels numb again...

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In slow movements, he made a final attempt to save himself and reached for his cell phone.

......

Night, Chiba Hospital.

Medical staff were running frantically in the corridor pushing carts, and the nurse at the front was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Get out of the way!! The blue-ringed octopus is poisoned!!"

"Have the emergency room staff prepare to induce vomiting and gastric lavage!! Have the medication center prepare an IV drip!!"

On the cart, Nomiya, who was almost unable to control his body, rolled his eyes.

Moving his head with difficulty, he looked at the nurse who was running anxiously beside him.

"I..."

When the nurse heard him talking, she quickly reached out to cover his little hand and comforted him gently.

"Don't worry, little brother, we brought your fishing rod this time."

Practice makes perfect, and the nurse has learned to answer quickly.