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Shaking his head, Nomiya took a few steps and looked at the photos hanging on the wall.

The man inside had black hair and black eyes, with light eyebrows, which made him look younger and familiar. The woman had long black hair and red eyes, and she also looked familiar.

These were his parents, but honestly, apart from looking at photos, Nomiyama could hardly remember what they looked like, let alone his past with them.

This kind of thing seemed illogical to an eight-year-old child, but Nomiyama inexplicably felt it was natural.

In short, they seem to be working abroad and are very busy, but they give themselves a certain amount of living expenses every month.

It seems to be 500,000 yen.

Parents who send money are good parents. It doesn’t matter what they are doing or why they are not at home.

There were bank cards and a mobile phone on the coffee table. Nomiya picked them up with one hand and swiped his phone twice. He remembered that he would be transferred to a new school in two days to start the second grade of elementary school. He would have to use his mobile phone to contact the teacher, and his mobile phone number had been recorded.

I scrolled through the call logs and only saw a mobile phone number belonging to Chiba.

There appears to be zero call logs from parents.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, a person can live. As long as they can send money to themselves on time, that’s enough.

Money seems to be able to solve most of Neon's current life problems.

Nomiya's eyes moved to the entrance, where there was a green bamboo pole.

Let’s go fishing.

Grabbing a lighter and seasonings, and with a sense of illogicality and self-righteousness, the boy went out with his fishing rod on his shoulder.

......

After checking how to fish on his mobile phone, Nomiyama went to the fishing tackle store with money in hand and bought a box of snails as bait.

Then he walked straight to the river not far from his home.

The clerk told me that this river used to be called Ertu River. The river water flowed into the sea and was also flooded back by sea water, so it was called Ertu. Then one day, a fishing enthusiast from Chiba caught a dead body in the river, and the name of the river gradually changed.

Now it seems to be called, Sanzu River.

I don't know what it means, but it seems very powerful.

Nomiyama smashed the snail shell and put the snail meat on the hook. Then he was stunned. For some reason, he always felt that his hook should be straight.

Shaking his head, he felt that he hadn't slept well recently and was feeling nervous. How could he use a straight hook for fishing?

After throwing the baited hook into the river, Nomiya sat on the slope of the river bank, with anticipation gradually filling his eyes.

Compared to the legend of Sanzu River told by the clerk, he prefers another theory that this river by the sea will attract seawater to flow back during high tide in the late afternoon, and some seafood will appear at that time.

What a great river! Paired with the snail meat recommended by the shop assistant as bait, which is suitable for both sea and wild fishing, it would be a shame not to add something to this romantic fish and water resource.

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt a pulling force in the palm of my hand.

After a moment of hesitation, Nomiya's eyes lit up.

No wonder I wanted to cast a few casts as soon as I saw the fishing rod. It turns out I was born with this talent.

He gripped the fishing rod tightly and pulled it up with force.

The fishing bait thrown ashore is in the shape of long strips.

Hmm? What kind of fish is this?

Oh, it's a snake.

He grabbed a stone at hand and threw it, smashing the head of the black and white krait that was rushing towards him madly.

He exerted a little force on the hand holding the fishing rod, and the hook fell out of the snake's mouth, clean as new.

Without looking at the snake whose head was flattened but still dancing, Nomiyama put the bait back on the hook and decided to continue.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the snake's body that was still swaying.

It seems that snakes can be eaten?

He stood up, walked to the shore and went to the woods, and brought back an armful of branches.

Pile into a round pile and light it on fire.

His gaze lingered on the wiggling snake for a moment, and he finally turned his head away.

Let’s go fishing.

A moment later, he felt the pull again.

With a grin on his lips, he lifted it up with force.

Oh, a green snake.

The stone flew past accurately.

Another swing.

Yellow and black snake.

A snake with a triangular body.

A snake with half of its body straightened up.

A spitting snake.

Finally, when more than a dozen snake corpses began to dance on the shore, Nomiya became puzzled. Japan, are there so many kinds of snakes?

He decided to catch one last fish and then go home. He certainly couldn't eat the fish anymore, so he decided to go to a roadside convenience store and buy something to eat.

He lifted the pole again, and Nomiya's expressionless face became lively again.

Fish, fish with a bulging white belly.

With a smile, he dragged the fish with a bulging belly to his side and touched its head.

With a look of relief in his eyes, he took the hook, raised the branch, and plunged it down.

He inserted the branches onto the slope and let the flames next to them slowly roast the fish. Nomiyama raised his mouth and cast another rod.

So, there is no way he will return empty-handed.

A minute later, he pulled up another fish with a bulging white belly.

As long as it's fish, it can be eaten. With this belief, Nomiya put down his rod and spun the two fish pierced by the branches with instinctive and familiar movements.

When he felt the fish was cooked to perfection, he took out the seasonings he brought from home and sprinkled them all over the fish.

Then, ignoring the heat, he took a bite.

Well, the fish skin is slightly burnt but crispy, and the fish meat is tender and delicious.

Good fish!

In joy, he quickly devoured the two fish until only the bones were left.

He licked his teeth and just finished eating, and he missed the taste a little.

Turning his head, he looked at the river, but sat down on the ground involuntarily.

It seems that my body is a little numb.

......

In the evening, 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!! Pufferfish poisoning!!"

"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.

At least he knew one thing: the fish with a bulging white belly should not be eaten casually.

And then there it is.

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. Her face was covered in sweat but she still smiled as she comforted him gently.

"Don't worry, little brother, you'll be fine."

Nomiyama tried hard to control his head and shook it, then spoke again.

"My...fishing rod..."

......

Yukinoshita Yukino feels that the atmosphere at home is not right recently.

Everything seemed to have started in the afternoon two days ago. That day, my mother went to the back mountain, and then came home and dragged my sister into the practice room with a determined and angry attitude.

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't know what happened, but when her sister was eating, there were obvious red marks on her face, but she seemed very happy.

Instead, it was the mother who had a gloomy face all the time.

After that, my mother didn't come home for two days. It seemed that she had something very important to deal with, while my sister had a smile on her face all day long.

When practicing Aikido with herself, she would suddenly say some incomprehensible words, such as "Yukino-chan, I am going to fulfill the destiny of the Yukinoshita family", "Yukino-chan, our ancestors are not as good as me, how are you going to beat me?", "Yukino-chan, I really want to grow up quickly".

It's inexplicable, how to win? Of course, work hard and surpass others.

Sighing, Yukinoshita Yukino opened her shoe cabinet and frowned.

My indoor shoes were stolen again.

Suddenly, she was stunned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange male classmate with a bamboo pole on his shoulder pulling out a pair of indoor shoes from the shoe cabinet with one hand.

Turning her head, she frowned. It was a pair of marked indoor shoes, marked by her.

In my sight, the man curiously moved closer to the shoes in his hand, as if he wanted to smell them?

His face was completely gloomy.

Yukinoshita Yukino threw down her backpack and temporarily forgot about her excellent tutor. She finally found an outlet for the frustration she had been feeling for the past two days. She rolled up her sleeves and strode forward.

"Immoral! Unreasonable! Shameless!"

Chapter 3 Sawamura Eriri cried

Nomiyama felt that he was very lucky in fishing. After all, he had caught more than a dozen fish. At most, those fish looked a little strange.

In fact, he felt that he had recovered his health on the first night after being sent to the hospital, but the nurse would not let him leave, saying that he had to get an IV drip to clear the toxins from his body first.

As a last resort, Nomiyama received intravenous drips for the entire next day.

The infusion is not actually painful. What is painful is not being allowed to eat. The feeling of not touching oil or salt for a whole day and relying only on glucose to survive is so irritating. I am not hungry, but the appetite is lingering in my heart like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

In addition, there was a more terrifying thing. The nurse who took care of him seemed to have something wrong with her eyes and liked to put her hands on his face for no reason.

Nomiyama was a little scared, so he called the only active person in his contact history.

head teacher.

The teacher was very responsible. Young and strong, he appeared at the door of the ward almost gasping for breath.

When he heard that his student was hospitalized due to poisoning after eating two unprocessed grilled puffer fish, he was first panicked, then shocked, then thoughtful, and finally showed respect.

His face was illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window, making him look unusually holy. Then, with a look of admiration on his face, he said to Nomiyama lying on the hospital bed, "Kazehaya-san is truly very capable of living."

Nomiyama always felt that the teacher's words were strange.

In short, after the teacher arrived, Nomiyama, who felt like a half-elder, finally got permission to be discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, Nomiyama did not go home immediately or eat immediately.

He immediately took his teacher to the river and brought back his fishing rod.

Somehow, after learning that the fishing rod was still left by the river, he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Subconsciously, he always felt that people in the world might have improper desires for his worthless bamboo pole, after all, it was long and straight.

Some people in this world seem to have a special preference for long, straight sticks. When they see them, they want to hold them in their hands and play with them.

After putting away my fishing rod, I walked into the ramen restaurant, enjoyed the meal treated by my homeroom teacher, listened to his earnest instructions, and wrote down everything I needed to pay attention to after starting school tomorrow.