Honkai, they all became my stigmata

"This kind of question is quite meaningless. This is not a question that a smart kid Mebius should ask."

"..."

Mebius just stared at the perverted gentleman speechlessly, then pondered for a while, and tentatively replied:

"You want to record something important?"

This is the original function of a diary, recording things you don't want to forget.

"It can also be said that I don't want to forget important things."

He nodded, just answered like this.

"Actually, I learned this from a girl I know. She has always had the habit of keeping a diary."

The man put down his pen, looked up at the starry sky outside the window, and said with a sigh.

"The girl once wandered in a very dangerous place. In order to ensure that she would not lose herself, she chose to maintain herself by keeping a diary, so that she would not be completely lost."

"...Is this an analogy?"

Mebius thought for a while and asked.

The implication is that he is imitating that girl and doing the same thing.

However, this city is obviously very safe, and the law and order situation is much better than other surrounding places.

"Who knows?"

The man shrugged his shoulders, and then suggested:

"Actually, you can also keep a diary, so as not to forget important things."

"I do not need."

Mebius replied proudly.

Moreover, her memory has always been very good, even if she doesn't keep a diary, she can easily recall every important thing.

In this regard, the man just showed an imperceptible smile, then patted her on the head and said:

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll take you to school tomorrow - I'll change a school for you."

"I know, and—don't touch my head!"

Mebius covered his little head, and replied with some displeasure.

If he wanted to run away from home, he had to do it thoroughly, so as not to be caught up by the completely insane father.

She wasn't afraid that her father would call the police and find her. After all, he had been acting like a madman all day long, and it was difficult for him to gain the trust of the police.

Even, from the most probable point of view, after he ran away from home, he was afraid...

Thinking of this, her heart ached slightly.

But out of rationality and survival considerations, she also had to leave this close relative.

When making this decision, she had already considered it for a long time.

"correct."

The man in front of him suddenly said.

This brought Mebius' thinking back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

"I put a small cake in your room—it's too late to let you eat too much."

Little ones, it's not good to eat sweets at night.

The man smiled and said:

"Happy ninth birthday to you, Mebius."

Mebius Method 04

The other end of the sudden invitation is...?

For a month after that, little Mebius lived with this perverted Mr. in his mind as usual.

Although she changed schools, her academic problems were not something she needed to worry about—there was no doubt that she was a true genius, far surpassing those of her peers.

She has already started reading and studying textbooks and papers equivalent to university level, and going to the so-called school is just to wait for her age to grow up.

In her own arrangement, she plans to wait until she grows up a little bit, and to achieve the goal of reading across grades by publishing papers or other forms—well, it’s probably like the ones that you can occasionally see on the news kind of child prodigy.

And little Mebius is also very confident, and he will do better than anyone else.

After all, she no longer has any worries in her life—although she calls that man Mr. Pervert in her heart, she still has to be realistic and make a fair and just evaluation. Worry about any troubles in life, but can devote all your body and mind to the path of pursuing knowledge.

And for all of this, the small price she has to pay is just...

The girl's thinking was pulled back by the delicious food that was delivered to her mouth, and it was the system called the sense of smell that sent relevant information to her brain.

She skillfully opened her lips and teeth, and caught the food brought by Mr. Pervert.

Well, people get used to something very quickly, especially children.

"How does it taste today?"

The pervert asked as usual.

"Min, barely force it."

The girl with light green hair curled her lips, and while chewing on the delicious food in her mouth, she gave a not-so-positive evaluation.

"Well... let's try another flavor next time."

The man said to himself.

"You know so many dishes."

Little Mebius complained.

For the past month, the dishes she ate every day were completely different, but no matter what they were, they were all very delicious.

The man smiled and touched her head, and said casually:

"If you want to, it won't be the same in another month."

"Don't touch my head!"

The little guy protested.

This perverted gentleman didn't care about little Mebius's resistance. After fully ravaging her hair that was still considered intact, he withdrew his hand and said with a smile:

"By the way, it will be a short holiday in a few days. Do you have any plans?"

Holiday?

Little Mebius froze for a moment when she heard the words, she thought for a few seconds, and replied decisively:

"To the library, of course."

For her, only places where knowledge can be absorbed are holy places.

"...can you be a little creative?"

The corner of the man's mouth twitched at an invisible angle.

He tried to induce the little guy with light green hair in front of him:

"Can't you go to an amusement park or something else like your other peers?"

"That's pointless."

Little Mebius shook his head:

"And, to me, studying in the library is no different than they waste their time having fun, which is my way of having fun."

"……All right."

The perverted man waved his hand helplessly.

"However, I may have to go out for a while at that time. Well, take good care of yourself for a few days. I will prepare some food in advance and put it in the refrigerator. If you are too lazy to make it yourself, you can heat it up and do it yourself. .”

He exhorted little Mebius like this.

"Ok?"

The little guy raised his eyebrows slightly, and his guessing heart became extremely active at this moment.

He is going out?

He wants to leave here?

Where is he going?

Three questions suddenly appeared in her mind.

Just this small sentence aroused her curiosity - because this month, after her careful observation, this perverted man has hardly been anywhere!

It should be said that she has never been far away from this city, after all, every time she rushes home, she can see that he is already busy in the kitchen, every day.

After deliberating for a while, she cautiously and tentatively asked:

"Where are you going?"

"Are you still curious about this? Why, you still plan to go with me?"

Mr. Abnormal glanced at the little guy sitting beside him, and asked back with a smile.

"Who is going with you? I just asked casually, what if you go to some dangerous place and you can't come back?"

The girl with light green hair curled her lips and replied.

"Huh? Why, are you still worried about me?"

"I'm just worried that a certain Cheche won't be able to fulfill his promise."

Little Mebius replied stiffly.

"Don't worry, I won't go to any dangerous place, um, I'm just going to an ordinary concert."

Seeing Mebius, a little guy who clearly wanted to know but pretended not to care, the man just smiled, and then told the truth.

"concert……"

She nodded thoughtfully.

Just as she had shown a considerable genius and interest in the sciences, she had little interest in, or appreciation for, anything in the arts.

Even popular music praised and disseminated by the general public is nothing but meaningless noises to her ears.

So, she's not interested in this.

Well, as expected, we should continue to spend time in the library during the holidays. Anyway, without this perverted man, life might be more interesting...

Thinking so, little Mebius continued in a brisk tone:

"Well, then I wish you a happy concert, Mr. Pervert."

"Are you really not going?"

The man is persuasive.

"No, I'm not interested."

Little Mebius stuck to his decision.

Rather than going to the crowded and noisy place, a quiet library is more suitable for me.

"Oh, well..."

Mr. Abnormal said quite regretfully.

The feeding of dinner was almost done, he picked up the dishes, put them into the kitchen, and started to clean them.

The girl with light green hair sat on the dining chair boredly, watching the man busy in the kitchen.

Well, this kind of daily life is not bad.

she thought so.