The Meal I Wanted Chapter 4

He was alone again in the house. Aaron Kamiya was lying on the bed, with a cleaned lunch box on a shelf not far away.

Lunch box.

Aaron Kamiya had just closed the door, and when he was about to sleep, he accidentally kicked the lunch box on the floor, making a "clang" sound.

so troublesome. This is the mentality.

As a result, Aaron Kamiya bent down to pick up the lunch box and took it to the toilet to clean it.

And put it aside honestly.

I originally wanted to throw it away. The tangled thoughts did not last long, and a rustling sound rang in Aaron Kamiya's ears.

Like a low groan, like the vibration of the carapace of the feet.

It was as punctual as urging him to exercise after meals.

"Why are you here again?"

There is really no rest time at all.

A strong wind blew up inside the room, and the lights completely disappeared in the wind. There seemed to be the sound of claws grinding against the wall.

After a while, he stood up and said, "You are so annoying. You are chattering endlessly."

He reached out and subconsciously grabbed the sharp claw that was poking at him, and thrust it back violently.

But after all, the room is so big, it is inevitable that some things will be damaged, such as lunch boxes.

By the time he thought about it, his body had subconsciously blocked the attack and protected the lunch box.

He covered the injury on his waist with his hand and said "tsk".

After a few back and forth, he got a few more wounds, but he still won.

When his hand was about to poke into the monster's head.

The monster spoke, and his voice was rough and harsh, like scratching on a rusty iron rod, "Why..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already poked his hand down and sneered: "It's the same words over and over again."

The words "Don't struggle" and "Join" sound upsetting.

But usually after this kind of talking monster appears, those things can't be seen for a long time.

Looking at the lunch box in his hand, he put it aside and made a crisp sound.

That’s crazy, for a lunch box.

Next, he lay down directly on the bed without treating the wound. He wouldn't die anyway.

As long as people have experienced warmth, they can't help but reminisce about it.

Ah...I want to eat curry.

the other side.

Before Dylan could leave the building, he was stopped.

I can’t say calling because I didn’t even call out my name.

"Ah..."

This inexplicable sneer made Dylan look.

The man in black clothes and black hat with conspicuous silver hair leaning against the wall is none other than Vincent, a senior cadre in the organization.

What are you looking for? Dylan pulled the hat on his head, kept calm, and said calmly: "Vincent?"

After looking at the Vincent in front of him, he held a cigarette in his mouth and had no intention of paying attention to Dylan's question. "Max, let's go."

Max, who heard his eldest brother's voice, immediately followed him.

As they approached Dylan, Vincent exhaled a puff of smoke: "That guy has changed dogs again."

The sudden smoke made Dylan narrow his eyes unconsciously, not understanding what Vincent meant by his words.

Dylan didn't wait to speak. Before leaving, Vincent left an incomprehensible message: Hey... just hold on a little longer, newcomer. "

Dylan didn't believe that Vincent had such good intentions. This must have other meanings. Does that guy refer to ---Kamiguri?

Max didn't know what his big brother meant.

While driving in the driver's seat, I couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what did you mean by what you just said to Dylan?"

For a long time, he pinched out the last spark from the cigarette in Vincent's hand in silence. He even pressed down the cigarette with more strength, unconsciously venting his sudden dissatisfaction.

"Tsk...just a lunatic."

Then he looked out the window and sneered.

After all, he had been partnered with his eldest brother for a long time, and he knew Vincent's temper very well. Max could sense that his eldest brother was angry in an instant, so he shut his mouth and drove silently.

Vincent looked at his hands and subconsciously clenched his fists.

That guy was Kamiyauri. He was notorious, and Vincent, who was one of the most powerful in the organization, naturally became his guardian.

Naturally, there were some things that happened that made Vincent grit his teeth just thinking about it now.

That R@sc@l...

Vincent clenched his fist and hit the seat cushion with a "bang" sound.

Sooner or later he will be killed.

Max didn't dare to speak out when he heard the news.

"Drive faster." Vincent had already recovered, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then turned on the lighter, "I can't wait to kill that traitorous rat."

"yes."

...

And the guardian of the so-called madman Kamiyauri...Dylan.

He returned home with a serious look on his face. Because he was an undercover agent, he had to carefully consider every word spoken by the organization to avoid exposing his flaws.

Especially the cadre who is best at catching undercover agents in the organization - Vincent.

There was a sound of a key being turned open at the door, and Dylan suddenly looked towards the source of the sound.

"Oh---so you are here."

The person who came was Lucas Rei, holding a piece of information in his hand.

"Toru." Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so nervous?" Lucas Rei also started to become serious.

After all, their identities are very sensitive.

"Nothing." Dylan touched his head.

Seeing that Dylan didn't mean to say anything, Lucas Rei didn't feel comfortable asking, so he could only raise the information in his hand and said, "We can only find so much of what you want."

"good."

Even though the windows and doors were closed and the heater was turned on, there was still a chill.

There was an unprovoked snap at the window. Dylan came to his senses, folded the information, and held it tightly in one hand.

"this..."

"I was also shocked when I saw it."

"The mark has passed away..."

Lucas Rei took out the information from Dylan's hands, took out a lighter and lit it. The flames gradually expanded from the bottom. In the light and dark of the flames, he said seriously: "Could it be done by an organization?"

"possible."

After all, the information states that Kamiyari's parents are scientific researchers who specialize in spiritual research. Dylan looked at the ashes of information in the iron bucket in front of him and fell into deep thought.

If it is an organization---

"Dang" Lucas Rei punched the sofa, "Damn organization."

The room was extremely quiet. Dylan looked up and stared at the ceiling. After a long while, he said: "Rescue him..." In fact, he himself thought it was impossible. Although the control was not strict, it was not easy for them to rescue him now. The presence.

"Actually..." Lucas Rei touched his chin and spoke. It's not impossible.

"Nothing." Dylan interrupted, shaking his head. If it was just him, it would affect too many people.

The name Kamiyauri was completely remembered by Lucas Rei.

After all, there weren't many people who could make him show such an expression.

Dylan picked up the water glass on the table and drank it in one gulp. He walked heavily to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, leaned on the counter, and watched the water flow. After a long time, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Want to stay for curry?"

"Ah..." Lucas Rei wanted to agree, but was called away by a sudden phone call, "Next time for sure."

As soon as the door closed, Dylan grabbed the onion in his hand and slowly peeled off the outer layer, unable to help but squint his eyes.

This onion is so spicy.

The onion in his hand rolled down into the pool. Dylan stood aside, turned on the water to the maximum, and washed the smell from his hands. The scattered water droplets splashed on his face, and he didn't care.

After a long time, I turned off the faucet, held the outer edge of the sink tightly with one hand, and wiped off the water stains on my face with the other hand, along with the water mist in front of my eyes.

The onions are really spicy.

He lowered his eyes at the cutting board, took out the dishes from the sink, listed them one by one, and said to himself, "It's time to make curry."

Except for curry, he couldn't help the other party.

The boredom is coming up layer by layer, but I can't find a solution. I really haven't felt powerless for a long time.

Although he didn't feel much love from his father and mother when he was a child, he knew that his parents loved him. He wanted to ask Aaron Kamiya if his parents would treat him like this. After all, he couldn't understand how any parent could hurt their child.

[Research on spiritual aspects. Researched person: Aaron Kamiya]

When he saw that row of words, his expression changed. Even if he didn't want to believe it anymore, he still...

After all, most human thoughts are unpredictable.

He still holds on to a glimmer of hope, selfishly hoping that the other person is not so miserable, that his childhood should be happy, and that he wants to get a good ending from the other person. After knocking on the door a few times, Dylan slowly opened it.

A brisk voice sounded: "Is the curry ready?"

It is conceivable that the other person's eyes must be sparkling. Dylan has long discovered that Aaron Kamiya's eyes shine when he eats.

"Here...your curry." Dylan put the lunch box in his hands.

Her eyes fell on his face. Maybe it can make him happy in the future.

"Curry!" Aaron Kamiya put the curry into his mouth and said vaguely, "What did you want to ask me just now?"

As soon as he entered the door from Dylan, he saw that the other party's expression was a little solemn. The main reason was that the light source was only from the corridor outside, so he could notice it clearly.

"nothing."

Hearing this answer was expected, but for Curry's sake, he was still willing to help the other party solve this little problem.

"The subject of supervision has a lot to do with the supervisor's psychological state. Let's talk about it quickly." After saying that, he put a spoonful of curry rice into his mouth.

If the previous guardian had heard this, he would have pointed at Kamiyauri's head and shouted. It's strange that you would care about the guardian's mentality.

"It's a guardian."

"Hmm. You tell me."

Dylan suddenly glanced at the lunch box placed aside, "I thought you would throw this away." Unexpectedly, he washed it.

I thought so myself. But Kamiyauri didn't say this. He pointed his spoon at the other person: "Don't change the subject."

...

"Forget it, let me guess." Kamiyauri swallowed the food in his mouth, "Are you investigating me?"

... Dylan didn't know what to say, because this investigation behavior was indeed not very good.

You can guess it at once by elimination method.

"Sure enough." Aaron Kamiya himself didn't care, "So---I saw something."

Dylan didn't know whether to ask or not. He really didn't want Kamiyari to recall the past.

Looking at Dylan's appearance, Aaron Kamiya sighed inwardly. He had already said that such a gentle person would die if he was in there.

"The research they did was focused on me. Maybe the white rats can no longer satisfy them."

After saying that, he started to eat by himself, "It's not that important anyway."

Those parents...

It has to be said that those parents were out-and-out scientific madmen, and they made him take a lot of medicine when he was four years old.

"Why don't you resist?" Dylan was puzzled.

From the infinite world to this world, he is the only one who has survived in this way.

Why resist.

He just wanted to see other people again.