When it actually comes true, it often represents some bad omen and unlucky. The "sinking ship" that the little girl dreamed of in her first dream in the morning could not escape this law.
Standing at the door, Higashinohara looked at Nishimaru Miria's red eyes, and the originally bright and clear black eyes were filled with tears.
She wiped her tears and lowered her head, leaving only her thin shoulders twitching slightly.
These hardships that are difficult for ordinary people to encounter are gradually forcing this six-year-old girl to grow and mature. There is almost no trace of Higashino Yukino's little bean-like personality in her that is unique to her age.
Heartless and naive.
Maturity is a thing worthy of praise.
But for some reason, Higashinohara felt a little distressed for no reason, and his face looked a little ugly for no reason.
When Nishimaru Miria traveled to Beihai, she occasionally asked him if life is always unfortunate, or does it only happen when you are young?
Higashinohara told her that this was only the case when she was a child.
People always become happier as they grow older.
However, the things that happened today gave him a burning feeling on his face, and he felt an inexplicable sense of shame in his heart that his "deception" had been exposed on the spot.
For a moment, his face became more and more ugly, and a heart-stopping emotion flashed through his eyes.
Higashinohara is different from those people who are deceived and are still confused and speculating about conspiracy.
He personally beheaded the commander of the Northern Army, Sirle Joe, and was very aware of the filth and nastiness hidden behind the seemingly unwarranted attack north of the Nemuro Strait on the first morning of New Year's Day.
, I also became increasingly disgusted with the senior cabinet officials in Wano who were involved in this matter.
No matter what banners those brightly dressed politicians used, what beliefs and persistence they had, Higashinohara, who frowned slightly, felt unforgivable and heartfelt hatred.
Nishimaru Miria, who lowered her little head, seemed to feel Higashinohara's emotions. One of her dual talents is the spiritual ability with serial number 28 [Listening].
He raised his head and glanced at Higashinohara, who looked slightly pale. Nishimaru Miria, who knew his other identity, naturally knew what his elder brother had done in Beihai today.
She immediately wiped the tears on her cheeks, raised her head to reveal a plain little face, and could vaguely see two tear stains and the redness in her eyes. She walked over and hugged Higashinohara gently.
"Brother, I'm fine." She buried her little head in Higashinohara's waist and muttered.
Higashinohara sighed silently in his heart and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak. He just gently stroked Nishimaru Miria's light golden hair.
Nishimaru Miria raised her little head, with a serious look on her young face, "Brother, I will work harder in the future. I have to take care of myself before my father comes back."
Higashinohara nodded and forced a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Tokugawa will be back."
Nishimaru Miria nodded vigorously, with two shallow pear dimples showing on her cheeks.
Behind him, Takeshi Higashino and his wife saw that the little girl's mood finally improved a little because of Higashinohara's words, and they quickly came up to comfort her. Higashino Yukino was so cruel that she reluctantly took out some snacks she had hidden last night and shared them with Nishimaru.
Wei Li, this is her way of comfort.
Higashinohara looked at the family with a smile on his face, but deep down in his heart he thought with some coldness: Now that he already knew the deal behind the scenes between senior Wano cabinet officials and the Dawn Revolutionary Army.
If Tokugawa Ritora really can't come back, it's hard for him to guarantee that he won't do something.
For example, find an opportunity to send a few people down to make Tokugawa Ritora feel less lonely on the road to Naraku Prison.
If he did nothing, he felt that he was not worthy of holding the Phoenix Wings Double Blade, one of the twelve Kyoto supreme swords given to him by the other party.
New Tokyo, Tenjin Hotel.
A few words floated on the hotel's video call screen.
"The call is connecting."
After a burst of signal encryption and filtering, an old man wearing a plush fur coat appeared on the hotel video call screen, still sitting on the black leather chair with some old wrinkles, just like the wrinkles on his face
Like full of traces of time.
Betancourt Bart, the contemporary patriarch of the Tianhu Bart family of the Nine Celestial Family and the current president of the World Bank in Beijing, appeared on the screen.
At this time, the old man's eyelids drooped slightly and his pupils were a little cloudy. He said in a calm tone, "The efficiency of the Adjudication Division has become more and more disappointing to me in recent years."
On the video communication side, the eleventh judge of the Judgment Department, the eighth-level and third-level expert Marcus Rhine, chuckled lightly, and said in the same relaxed and comfortable tone, "It turns out that the Bart family master has also seen the country of Wano.
Did you hear the news? That guy did appear in Hokkaido."
The old man raised his eyes slightly and stared at Malas Rhine, who was sitting on the bedside with a goblet in his hand as if he were on vacation on a paradise island in the South China Sea, with his strong chest exposed in his bathrobe, and a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"You asked me not to interfere in the investigation of the Judgment Division, but I did not continue to interfere. Your Mick Gioia exceeded the deadline for the investigation, and I did not pursue it because you came to Wano Country in person."
Having said this, the old man paused and continued, "But now, what are you doing?"
Facing the old man's question, Marcus Rhine still had a smile on his face, "As you can see, of course I am arresting Senator Hope's assassin, the mysterious man hiding in the dark golden dragonfly mask, but...
My capture method may be slightly different and it may take a little more time."
The old man's fingers tapped the armrest gently, and his voice was rare and cold as he said, "You should know that my time is precious."
Marcus Rhine said with a somewhat respectful tone, "You control the financial lifeline of this world, and a sneeze can cause the stock market to tremble. Time is of course precious, but please believe me, it won't take much time.
"
After saying this, the old man on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time.
He is not considering whether the other person is worthy of trusting or not.
It's about expressing one's attitude.
After a while, the last sentence came from the other end and the communication was hung up.
"We'll see."
Turning off the LCD screen on the hotel wall, Marcus Rhine stood up from the bed.
Only then was the figure of the curvaceous girl lying on the bed behind her revealed. Her smooth jade back and slender white legs were half-hidden by the white velvet, but she looked even more alluring, tempting people to think, and trembled slightly.
His body exudes an aura called "Chu Chu".
In fact, from the day Marcus Rhine arrived in New Tokyo and checked into the hotel, every day when he returned to the hotel and came out of the hot bath, there would be a young and charming girl lying on the bed.
It changes every day and is never absent.
According to the hotel waiter, this was a gift from Taku Amuro to him.
I have to say that the guy with a bloated figure and a face that trembled with fat when he smiled surprisingly understood his taste and XP, which made Marcus Rhine feel a little fond of him.
Of course, a good feeling is a good feeling.
What needs to be done still needs to be done.
Just now, Marcus Rhine had sent someone to submit an anonymous report letter to the Asahi Shimbun in Wano.
The foreign minister Taku Amuro colluded with the Dawn Revolutionary Army in the north, and used the revolutionary army to eradicate dissidents in order to increase his power and participate in the election of the next prime minister.