After maintaining a mature and steady demeanor, he forcibly raped the sick subordinate's head, and then the boss of the most powerful mafia in the world walked into the kitchen with calm steps.
"Du-du--"
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his golden-brown eyes were bottomless. Even a detective who was proficient in psychology would not be able to read the slightest bit of content from his expression.
This is the content of one of the "compulsory lessons for leaders" taught by the world's number one killer to his disciples - keep your emotions and anger hidden, and never let others see through your true thoughts.
And now, Sawada Tsunayoshi rarely used this point deliberately and dialed the phone in his hand.
Who was this call made to? Did he make any new discoveries? Could it be that something strange about the people around him was noticed...
"Beep." The call was connected.
"Moxi Moxi, eh?" came a gentle female voice. She seemed a little surprised to receive a call from Sawada Tsunayoshi at this time.
"What happened?"
"Xiao Tsuna?"
Watanabe Temple was already in the corridor on the second floor.
After Tsunayoshi Sawada took the initiative to take over the soup-making task on the grounds that he was sick, he should take a good rest. Perhaps he was worried that the waiting process would be too boring, so he gave Terahaya the suggestion that he could just take a stroll.
"If you feel bored, you can wander around the house to kill time. Except for my mother's bedroom at the end of the corridor, you can go in and out of other places."
At that time, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little embarrassed, feeling that he had said something strange.
"——I'm sorry, there may not be anything interesting in this house. It's because I didn't entertain you well."
But how could Watanabe Temple care?
She had tried so hard to inquire about Sawada Tsunayoshi from Jokudera, wasn't it just to better understand the other person's true face in private?
And no matter how important a friend is to describe him, its authenticity cannot be more profound than what he has witnessed with his own eyes, right?
Sawada Tsunayoshi's past residence was like most well-off family homes in Japan. It didn't have a very luxurious design, but it was spacious and warm enough.
It is a two-story building in total. There is a kitchen, dining room and reception room on the first floor. You can spend most of your daily time on the first floor with your family. On the second floor, each family member has his own room, with stickers on the door.
There is a small hanging sign with the nickname of each resident written on it.
For example, the one that Watanabeji noticed first, it looked like it belonged to Sawada Tsunayoshi——
【Outline】
The font on the sign is very graceful, and there is a cute smiling face drawn next to it. Judging from Sawada Tsunayoshi's few self-introductions, the only person Watanabe Temple can think of is his mother.
The girl stood outside the door of Tsunayoshi Sawada's room, looking up at the sign outside. She had not yet made up her mind whether to go in directly. The clothes she was wearing were loose everyday clothes, which came from Mr. Sawada's mother.
Old clothes that have not been taken away.
This sign must have been made by Mr. Sawada's mother, right? She seems to be a very gentle woman, probably the type who is full of positive energy for life. Watanabeji had been thinking silently in his heart.
It’s no wonder that Mr. Sawada was brought up to be such a gentle and outstanding person. Although he occasionally has a distressing childishness, doesn’t this also prove that he had a childhood surrounded by love and happiness?
She put her hand on the doorknob of Sawada Tsunayoshi's room, turning a blind eye to the numerous other rooms on the second floor - although Watanabe Temple had long been curious about why there were so many bedrooms in his home, these were all smaller than the other rooms on the second floor.
But if you want to capture the target’s dormitory right in front of you, it’s attractive.
This is Mr. Sawada's childhood room. What's in it?
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Full of expectations, she opened the door to the room of the person she was expecting, but the layout inside made her feel a little disappointed.
It is an extremely ordinary arrangement. A simple single bed is placed in the corner. Next to the window is a very ordinary desk and cabinet, and then a small bed is placed in the center.
The round table is probably a place used to entertain friends.
The first impression you get at first glance is just two words - [ordinary].
Even the table lamp on the desk is the most common basic model that can be found in the store, and the shell color is the most popular black.
But no matter what you say, Mr. Sawada should not be an ordinary person, right?
Watanabe Temple had already doubted his own judgment.
He was able to obtain an excellent degree and start a new company at such a young age, and even gave people the impression that he was as tolerant and reliable as the sea. Could Mr. Tsunayoshi be such an ordinary person when he was a child?
But she quickly calmed down, because this discovery is a good thing, because Watanabe Temple is just an ordinary person, and the target of his favorite strategy will of course be more ordinary in private if he is good enough.
The better the strategy is.
Maybe Mr. Sawada, who is surrounded by employees now, is secretly yearning for the ordinary life~ And isn't the life of ordinary people the simplest?
Putting aside the first things he noticed, the room was kept quite clean and tidy, completely opposite to Watanabeji's early impression of a boy's bedroom.
Not only were the quilts folded neatly, but even the books on the bookshelf were carefully arranged by category. There was no dirt or graffiti on the walls caused by playfulness. The small blanket spread under the table was a bit old.
No trace of damage can be seen.
No wonder this room feels special and comfortable besides being ordinary - Mr. Sawada must have been a very obedient and sensible child when he was a child, right?
Watanabe Temple had already approached the bookshelf, and was surprised to see more than one comic book on it, all of which were popular shonen jump comics in the past, and even a collection of OO Superman that only children would like. She had some
Curiously, he reached out and pulled out a book, and then saw the crooked signature of the owner on it - [Sawada Tsunayoshi].
puff.
She thought her discovery was very interesting. Ah, the calm boss actually liked comics so much. Could it be that he also had the dream of becoming a superhero and saving the world like other boys?
Just by placing this bizarre dream in Mr. Sawada's head, Watanabeji already felt that he couldn't control the curve of his mouth - saving the world or something, hahaha, is probably an ideal shared by middle school boys.
Bar?
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she quickly discovered a piece of paper hanging on the wall by a nail on the wall next to the desk. It was carefully framed by someone and hung on the desk openly.
Between it and the bed, it seems to remind the owner of the room not to forget his goals.
What could it be?
Watanabe Temple had already taken a few steps forward, and moved his body closer to observe the words on the composition paper. Because of the age difference, the pencil words on it were somewhat faded, and could only be barely legible.
As she made the distinction, she couldn't help but read out loud——
"My dream, my dream is to become..."
"Squeak——"
The door to the room was gently pushed open by someone.
Watanabeji was still concentrating on identifying the fonts on it. In a house with only two people, he could determine who was coming without turning around.
Sure enough, she heard Sawada Tsunayoshi's gentle voice.
"Miss Terahaya, I may need some of your..." For some reason, the visitor's voice paused like a jammed tape.
"?" Watanabeji turned around as usual and asked Sawada Tsunayoshi's intention with his eyes.
As if she had never seen anything, she looked at the brown-haired young man who was suddenly speechless with her clear green eyes.
But the other party still kept pushing the door, standing stiffly at the door, and the expression on his face was blank for a moment.
"You didn't see...anything strange, right?" Sawada Tsunayoshi struggled to find his voice. The leader, who was not confused when the mountain collapsed in front of him, struggled to control himself at this time.
Make sure your expression doesn't show any clues.
Although the special assistant lady was standing next to the framed composition written by Li Baoen as a prank, she might not have had time to read the words on it clearly... Yes, yes, there is such a possibility. It must be.
This was correct. He tried hard to convince himself.
"No~" the girl's tone was relaxed.
Sawada Tsunayoshi heard the wonderful answer he was expecting. The embarrassment of facing the dark history slowly subsided from his heart, and he was just about to return to his gentle appearance and continue the topic.
Then he saw the special assistant lady in front of him turning her head away——
"puff."
Sawada Tsunayoshi's calm smile completely froze at the corners of his mouth.
"A huge robot." Watanabe Temple finally couldn't hide his smile, "As expected of Mr. Sawada, even dreams are so special."
Her tone was extremely sincere, as if she was praising him from the bottom of her heart.
Sawada Tsunayoshi tightened his grip on the doorknob and turned away stiffly. The light in the room shone on the other person's soft-lined profile, and one could vaguely see his reddish ears under his hair.
Reborn. Mr. Judaime, who was in his twenties, gritted his teeth and wrote down the name of his mentor in his inner little notebook.