chapter 26

Osamu Dazai began a difficult family education.

Before he had a chance to make time, Franklin also ran into trouble teaching Hyakkimaru.

"Hyakkimaru...you can't drink this kind of water."

"Hyakkimaru, you can't just put something in your mouth if I hand it to you."

"Hyakkimaru, you cannot enter the radiation zone."

"You are going in the wrong direction. Our way home is not this way."

"You can't approach other people casually!"

Hyakkimaru, who is a blind man, a deaf-mute, a cute man, and a street idiot, always shows a slightly confused expression under the serious and serious obstruction of his adoptive father Franklin.

Hyakkimaru couldn't understand what he meant.

These problems are too difficult for a two-year-old child. He has not even mastered language, has not received enlightenment education, and his intelligence has not been developed. He has grown up stumblingly relying on beast-like instincts.

Hyakkimaru wanted to bite his fingers and grind his teeth, but Franklin patted the back of his hand gently again.

Hyakkimaru stopped moving.

Franklin looked sadly at the pitted marks on the prosthetic hand.

"I'm going to see Dr. Sen again."

In terms of children's education, I don't know if the doctor from outside has any experience. He never expected that after Hyakkimaru could run and jump, he would make mistakes in teaching him to learn common sense.

In the clinic, Mori Ogai listened to Franklin's worries and temporarily acted as a pediatrician: "Mr. Franklin, I simulated Hyakkimaru's inner state and found that Hyakkimaru is much better than you thought. He is not stupid and has great learning ability. The only thing

The trouble is how to communicate with the outside world."

Franklin was most worried about Hyakkimaru's intelligence level. "The average child can already speak at the age of two, but Hyakkimaru can't hear my voice or understand what I mean..."

Mori Ogai said: "This is a natural flaw. There is no way to do it. It does not mean that other things cannot be changed."

Franklin asked sincerely: "How can I teach him to distinguish good from bad and right from wrong?"

Mori Ogai said helplessly: "Take your time."

Knowing that what he said was almost in vain, Mori Ogai turned to mention Hyakkimaru's talent: "Hyakkimaru can see things that ordinary people can't see, and it stands to reason that he won't get lost." He touched the stubble on his chin, and his eyes wandered.

With a rational luster, "The reason why he is lost..."

The object of discussion between the two adults, a child with black hair and a bandaged face, was holding a flower pot of plants and simply "gazing" at the weeds in the flower pot, as if the sound was cut off and he was in an endless quiet world.

His world is one that no one can fully understand.

It was a dark environment where ordinary people would burst into despair just thinking about it.

"Meteor Street is too messy, and Hyakkimaru lacks a sign to go home." Mori Ogai raised a finger, "You followed him, indirectly causing him to lose his sense of direction."

A question mark seemed to appear on Franklin's head. What does it have to do with him?

Mori Ogai patted his white coat and put one hand in his pocket: "We might as well do an experiment."

His purple eyes stared at Hyakkimaru, who was completely unaware of the "danger".

"See if he can find you."

The experiment back home begins.

One thousand meters away from the house where Franklin and Hyakkimaru lived, Mori Ogai clasped the child in his hand and waved goodbye to Mr. Franklin who was doubtful. Hyakkimaru's eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his hand wanted to grab it.

However, it was tied so tightly that he couldn't open the knot and kept doing useless things.

Mori Ogai said happily: "Hyakkimaru, go home and find Mr. Franklin."

The middle-aged man put down the child in his arms and took Alice's hand.

He and the blond girl stood there, smiling as Hyakkimaru turned around and looked around. There seemed to be invisible eyes in the eyes covered by black cloth, looking dull and ignorant.

Mori Ogai confirmed: "Sight on the spiritual level can penetrate black cloth, but it cannot penetrate solid matter."

Hyakkimaru's view was blocked by the mountain of rubbish.

The lifeless garbage mountain reflects the dim colors of a few dead things in the world of the mind's eye.

The living thing is fire.

Dead objects are usually covered with a layer of green, faintly dotting the shape of the garbage dump.

Those with telekinesis abilities are double-layered flames.

Now, the double flame that took care of Hyakkimaru is gone...

Hyakkimaru put his hands in front of him unconsciously, groping for obstacles. He had no sense of touch and relied on whether he could walk to judge the road ahead.

Not to mention a child with eyes, it is inconvenient for adults to walk in the garbage pile. Hyakkimaru stumbled all the way to find his way home. The most serious fall happened when he rolled down from the garbage pile like a bird.

A wind-up tattered doll. The prosthetic limbs on his hands and feet were loose, and the right hand used to support the body when he climbed up accidentally fell off his sleeve and fell into the garbage.

Hyakkimaru ignored what he dropped, and after suffering several losses, he began to learn to find a smooth road.

Mori Ogai followed him and picked up the child's prosthetic leg.

Alice made a trumpet sound: "Hyakkimaru, be careful of sharp objects on the ground! You must learn to avoid them!"

Hyakkimaru, who was physically disabled, was under the care of Mori Ogai and Alice. He didn't know the pain and searched for Franklin sleeplessly. If his hands couldn't be used, he would walk with his feet. If his feet were broken, he would use crawling ones.

The way is to go to the open place in the heart and look at the flames in the distance.

How brave.

How stubborn.

The light that shines from its vitality is such that even those with telekinesis abilities are overwhelmed by it.

People on Meteor Street who were out picking up trash during the day looked at this scene, their mouths opened wide, and it was difficult to take their eyes back for a long time.

If Meteor Street is hell.

They saw a larva reincarnated in hell. It was so weak that it crawled into the thorns with its crawling body, leaving behind asphalt-like traces to point out the meaning of life to the world.

Hyakkimaru, who had never left Franklin's side, spent three hours and took countless wrong roads to find Franklin who was waiting for him in the short house. The child met the meteor street people who gave way and bumped into each other.

The kid from Meteor Street who tried to scare him but was so scared that he ran away finally used his body to memorize the bumpy roads in the 13th District of Meteor Street and learned the skills of road recognition.

All this was expected by Mori Ogai, who had great expectations for this child.

A broken diamond is actually more brilliant than a whole rough diamond.

"Mr. Franklin, fortunately you have lived up to your fate."

Mori Ogai smiled happily and ignored Franklin's darkened expression.

Franklin didn't expect Dr. Mori to be so ruthless. He didn't care about Hyakkimaru's actions alone and let him fumble around all the way. Even if the prosthetic limb fell off, he didn't intend to help install it back!

With a clang, Mori Ogai and Alice were lifted up by Franklin and thrown out mercilessly.

Looking back, Franklin found the medicine, untied the bandage, and the rough and burly man applied the medicine to the child as gently as if he were touching the delicate flower bones.

Ah, a real Meteor Street person has never seen flowers more than once in his life.

Hyakkimaru lay on his lap, a small flame swaying in the darkness, surrounded by a large flame.

Franklin's thoughts meant no harm to him.

Hyakkimaru used his remaining hand to curiously poke at the special gas at the edge of the flame.

Franklin whispered: "Are you reading my thoughts?"

The child had multiple scratches and small wounds from being stabbed by sharp objects. Fortunately, they were not serious and there was no need to go to a doctor. Franklin was able to deal with them alone.

Hyakkimaru turned over, hugged Franklin's neck, and hung on him.

Then, he touched Franklin's face with his hand.

When Franklin spoke, his mouth and jaw would move. Hyakkimaru "stared" at him at close range, but still felt confused about others. He imitated the other person's moving mouth and simply imitated the people around him.

It is difficult for people who do not understand the language and live in their own world to improve their minds.

Two-year-old Hyakkimaru is almost like a baby.

Franklin suddenly felt a little sad. No matter how tenacious his vitality is, how can such a person live independently?

"Hyakkimaru, tell me, you will grow up, right?" He would not be the other person's lifelong guardian. If Hyakkimaru would always be dependent on his own disability, he would rather kill the child with his own hands.

This world will not always be obedient to you, Hyakkimaru.

Hyakkimaru held the big flame stained with killing and rubbed it, and the ferocity on Franklin's face disappeared.

Franklin said: "I will raise you until you are ten years old."

Why would you do such a good deed?

He allowed Hyakkimaru to hang around his neck, lowered his head and closed his eyes, losing his impetuousness. He had a generous face and a stooped body. He looked like an honest man without showing murderous intent. His shadow covered all the missing limbs.

The children are shrouded inside, the dust is floating in the air, there is a garbage dump outside the door, and the light from the gap falls at the feet, creating a cruel and harmonious picture.

"We won't refuse anything, so don't take anything away from us."
To be continued...