The weather in June had become hot, and the sun was strong and dazzling.

It was also time for the cicadas to chirp, and the different lengths of their chirps were annoying.

The breeze that brought a little coolness disappeared, leaving only endless heat lingering.

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Kōichi Murakami sat under the shade of a tree and kept fiddling with the parts in his hands. Personality was really a convenient thing, and he really wanted to see the personality of a professional manufacturer.

Dad's combat suit was completely different from the common materials on the market, and the manufacturing method was also different.

Was it the materials or the technical process that prevented it from becoming a civilian product? How curious.

The existence in his mind was unexpectedly huge. Originally, he thought that it was the end of the previous world, but it was just a set memory of the world. In the past few years, other worlds had appeared one after another. The part that he could read now was like the tip of an iceberg floating on the surface of the sea. No one knew what was hidden underneath.

Kōichi Murakami was worried that he would die of brain failure one day.

"Murakami, don't you want to go out and play on your day off? Didn't a friend want to ask you out?

You don't have to look after me. "

Sea Muramori lay on the recliner and swayed. "It's really a good day. What do you think, Murakami?"

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Kōichi Murakami heard that and shifted his gaze from the parts to the seemingly leisurely Murakami Murakami.

"You really dare to say that, Dad.

You can't even stand up now, but you can go out and play with them at any time.

Taking care of you is the most important thing now. "

"The sun is still okay today, and you'll be able to move normally after two or three days.

If it weren't for the sunscreen blocking the sun's absorption, you'd recover faster if we took out all the mirrors at home and focused the sunlight on you.

Do you want some water? "He got up and went to the living room to bring the chilled nutritious water to the small table next to the recliner.

Play with … them? How mature of you, Murakami.

"Yes!

Don't talk about the mirror. Although the recovery is fast, the subsequent sunburn is very troublesome. "

Sea Muramori's face was bitter, and his originally bright and handsome face instantly twisted into a strange expression.

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Kōichi Murakami poured the water into the cup, inserted a long straw, and handed it to Murakami Murakami.

The Sea Muramori was about to say something.

The Sea Muramori opened his mouth and bit on the straw. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the water in the cup was gone. "Ah, I drank too fast. I almost couldn't breathe."

"I was busy taking care of you before, so I didn't have the time to ask. What happened this time that caused such serious repercussions?

Daddy, can you tell me?

It's fine if you don't want to tell me, but don't try to fool me. "

Kōichi Murakami packed up the parts under the tree and sat on another chair.

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Sea Muramori smiled bitterly in his heart. His child?

Kōichi Murakami.

She was only seven years old, but she was sensible, intelligent, and considerate. She was far more outstanding than her peers, and even more outstanding than some adults.

It was both reassuring and worrisome.

"It wasn't a big deal at first, just daily maintenance of the forest. When I was in the middle of the mountain, I sensed a group of ten people on the mountain. I tried to contact them, but I didn't receive any news of a small group at the foot of the mountain.

Out of concern for their safety, when I approached them, I found out that they were a group of poachers from other provinces. Hahaha, fortunately, I noticed something was wrong and asked for backup in time. Fighting against ten people at once was really difficult. "

He pretended to be relaxed as he described the situation. Every one of the ten people had a strong personality. If it wasn't for the fact that the forest was his home ground, he would have been seriously injured and lying in the ICU.

"Poachers?

They have Mukura?!

Stupid Daddy, didn't you find them when you were investigating?! "

Kōichi Murakami stood up in shock. "You came back a few days late. Did you get shot?" He rushed over to check.

Sea Muramori suddenly felt a heavy weight on his head, as if someone had rubbed it hard.

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Sea Muramori revealed a confident smile. "Who do you think I am, stupid son? Of course I didn't get shot. I'm fine here.

They brought their own modified Mukura Mukura. If you're interested, you can go and take a look. I was too tired when I came back late, stupid son. "

He rubbed his head against his father's hand a few times, revealing a comfortable expression. It was in line with his youthful appearance. "I'm worried about you. After all, you're in a dangerous job … Please be careful."

"A hero is someone who stands up in time to prevent a crisis from happening. Don't worry, Daddy is very strong."

Kōichi Murakami didn't say anything. He just raised his head and rubbed it again.

So cute. My son is an angel. "

Sea Muramori's face was filled with happiness.

After a few days, his body had completely recovered.

Sea Muramori brought Murakami to the Hero Agency. "Because the modified Mukura Mukura Mukura is very rare, the police are not planning to destroy it for the time being. After the local agency exhibits and explains it, everyone will have a basic understanding before dealing with it. So, I brought you here to take a look."

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Kōichi Murakami looked at the equipment in the display cabinet. The design of the anesthetic needle had been changed to an ordinary bullet. Wasn't it made of metal? Was it made of special materials?

Ah, I remember that there was something similar in the new material that was listed on the market. I'll go home and look for it.

The shooting data was … The bullet would melt at a range of about 500 meters, and the anesthetic inside would spill out. It would be easy to hide it after the shooting, but what if it missed?

Using animals to test, it would be absorbed by the blood after entering the body. No, if it was stored in cold storage, it should be at a certain temperature. After reaching a certain temperature, the warhead would melt and the anesthetic would flow out.

He spent so much effort just to modify the tranquilizer cabin, and he didn't even see any traces of using any Personality during the whole process. It was a bit of a fuss over a minor issue.

"Murakami, there's news from the mountain. There's a landslide in some parts of the mountain. Mom has already gone there. I'm also going to help. You stay here first. If there's nothing else, you can go home first. I'm leaving."

Kōichi Murakami was awakened by the familiar touch on his head. "Okay, I'll go home and prepare dinner.

By the way, Dad, bring this with you. This is a miniature camera that I recently made. If you can't go to the scene, you should be able to record something. "

"Yoshi, I've brought it. Then I want to eat meat for dinner. Mom said she wants to eat noodles. Thank you."

Sea Muramori waved at him and quickly ran out of the office.

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Ever since he came into contact with the captured homemade weapons three years ago, Murakami had been paying attention to this aspect.

Should I buy some new materials for him? No, no, no, it's better to remind him of the dangers of these things. What do you think, Mom?

I believe that Murakami knows what he's doing. He knows what he's doing.

What worries me more is, don't you think that Murakami is a bit too clingy to us? It's fine if he carries a camera to record when he's working, but if he doesn't say anything during his day off, he'll definitely stay by our side. He was still young before, but now he's already ten years old. Plus, in that situation, he doesn't have any special thoughts about the future Murakami …

Ah, there's no need to worry about this kind of thing. Isn't it normal for children to stick to their parents? No matter how mature Murakami is, he's still a child.

However, it's indeed a bit too much. Should I ask Murakami for his opinion?

Sneaking peeks at the door?

Kōichi Murakami's?

Sea Muramori's and?

Ayako Mura's crazy eyes were exchanging glances.

He let out a long sigh.

Kōichi Murakami nimbly controlled the finished product in his hands.

Recently, there were more and more popular materials. Fortunately, the size of the unmanned reconnaissance drone could be reduced as much as possible. There was also such a thing in the new knowledge. He tried to make it, but he didn't expect it to work.

The performance was quite good. Considering that there was no related technology in the current design, it would be safer to add a self-destruct program.

I wonder if there's any material that can make things invisible.

Staring at the control in his hands, the screen clearly showed the recording of the camera. The sound was also okay. As for the distance, I won't test it for now. I'll think about it later.

After the drone in his hands rose into the air and rotated, it recorded the scene of someone sneaking around at the door.

Murakami's parents.

He commanded the drone to fly back and put down the control in his hands. "Dad, mom's back. You've worked hard.

Sorry, I didn't notice just now. "

Kōichi Murakami got up and put away the things. Looking at his parents' expressions, he asked curiously, "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me with such an expression?"

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Sea Muramori scratched his head and sat beside Murakami and hugged him. "Ah, that, how should I put it?

Mom and I are very worried about you.

Because your experience is quite special, you can't talk to your peers. You're the one taking care of them. Mom and I are also very busy and often don't have time to take care of you. Are you lonely by yourself? "

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Kōichi Murakami was a little surprised. "Why do you say that? Even if you're not by my side, I've watched the videos of your activities. To be honest, we're still young. It's quite boring to stay together and take care of them. But that's okay.

In order to work with mom and dad in the future, I'm going to apply for Xiong Ying and become a professional hero. So, I have to study in advance if I have time. My schedule is full. "

Hearing that?

Sea Muramori seemed to be relieved. He shook Murakami's body. "To become a hero, you do have a lot to learn. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Dad is one of the best heroes.

Speaking of Xiong Ying, it's time for the Xiong Ying Sports Festival. It'll be great to see Murakami on TV in the future. "

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Ayako Mura raised his hand and knocked.

Sea Muramori: "If Murakami wants to, he can definitely become a hero. I'm not worried about that.

Mommy really hopes that in the future, Xingyi can bring a close friend to our house as a guest. Mommy will prepare delicious tea and snacks for you, and I can watch you guys chat and laugh easily. Of course, having a girlfriend or something is also very good … "

Ayako Mura could not help but fall into a fantasy of the future. He mumbled to himself …

No way, Mom, don't think so far ahead. I'm only ten years old. I'm still a child.

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Kōichi Murakami tilted his head in distress.

Ayako Mura smiled and rubbed his cheeks. "It's Murakami's tenth birthday soon. Dad and I have prepared a secret gift for you."

"Yes, it's a super big surprise!

Dad has worked hard for a long time. "

Sea Muramori was about to explain further when his phone rang. He made an apologetic gesture and walked out of the room.

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Kōichi Murakami showed off the toy he made to his mother. Before he could say anything, his father came in with a serious face. "I'm sorry, Murakami. There's a special situation on the mountain. The police need our help. It might take one to two weeks. We'll talk about the gift when we come back.

Ayako, get everything ready. We're leaving. "

He watched as his parents packed up and equipped them with the newly made camera 5.0. "… Please be careful. Remember the bad habits I told you before. I'll wait for you at home."

His mother gently stroked his head, and his father said goodbye to him with a handsome smile.

"We'll be back soon. Murakami, take care of yourself. Bye."