Carrying more than a hundred pounds of books, Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t feel any pressure at all.
However, just as Kurosaki Ichigo was about to reach the parking lot, he heard the sound of sirens.
Several police officers were patrolling the area.
“Officer, the wallet I left in my car was stolen.”
“Officer, mine too.”
“Eh, what the hell?
This thief is too poor.
He only took the expired cookies from my car.”
The car owners reported the thefts to the police.
At this time, a young policeman reported to the middle-aged officer in charge: “Chief, there are no signs of forced entry on any of the cars, and the thief’s method was extremely sophisticated.”
“Oh?
The cars weren’t broken into, but the belongings were still stolen?” The middle-aged officer frowned.
“Yes, Chief.
I think it may have been done by a thief with a special [Quirk].” The young policeman analyzed.
“Good.
I understand.
Go to the [Hero Agency] and have them handle this matter.” The middle-aged policeman said.
For such an unusual case, ordinary police officers were completely helpless and could only hand it over to professional heroes.
As for the owners of the stolen cars, all they could do was file a report….
And then there was nothing else they could do….
….
Ichigo Kurosaki got a general idea of what had happened from the conversations around him.
So, it was the work of a thief with a special [Quirk]….
But it didn’t matter.
There was nothing valuable in his Mercedes….
He even had his long knife strapped to his waist.
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Oh no….
Something was missing….
My car ornament—the ‘silt emoji’!!!
Thinking of this, Kurosaki Ichigo hurried toward his car.
After opening the door, he was shocked to find that the entire interior had been ransacked.
“What happened to my silt meme???” Kurosaki Ichigo thought to himself.
After searching around, Kurosaki Ichigo discovered that the silt meme was indeed gone….
At the same time, he found a note inside the car: If you don’t have money, don’t pretend you can afford a Mercedes… Poor guy….
“WTF!” The corners of Kurosaki Ichigo’s mouth twitched.
This thief was way too arrogant….
Not only had he turned the inside of his car upside down, he’d even left a note mocking him.
The loss of the silt emoji disappointed Kurosaki Ichigo a little, but he quickly put the matter behind him and headed home to see his sister first.
…..
Eight Million.
The moment he opened the door, the butler, Hiroshi Nohara, came out to greet him.
Kurosaki Ichigo noticed that the expression on Nohara Hiroshi’s face seemed a little strange, so he asked, “What’s wrong, Uncle?”
The butler said with a worried look: “Young Master Ichigo, the eldest lady has been in a bad mood lately.”
“Uh!” Kurosaki Ichigo smiled awkwardly.
“It’s fine.
Where is she now?”
Butler: “The eldest lady is in her bedroom.”
“Alright, good.” Kurosaki Ichigo smiled and walked toward the bedroom of the Eight Million heiress with two stacks of books.
When he reached the door, Kurosaki Ichigo heard the voice of Eight Million Hundred complaining.
“Hmph, stinky brat.
When you come back, I’m going to spank you.”
“How dare you leave without saying goodbye to your sister.”
Hearing Eight Million Hundred’s complaints, Kurosaki Ichigo felt both amused and a little exasperated.
“Phew…” Soon, Kurosaki Ichigo heard Eight Million choke back another sob.
It seemed she could no longer see the troublesome little brother who would tell her “Ghost Blowing Lights” in the middle of the night, scare her until she screamed, and then wear a smug smile on his face….
She could no longer hear him humming pleasant songs to her….
Most importantly, there was no longer anyone who willingly let her bully him….
Eight Million Hundred suddenly became restless and began wondering to herself:
“Did he go on a trip with that giantess?
But that doesn’t seem right.
That giantess has been busy lately.”
“Where did he go?”
“Did he really go to train at the housekeeper’s friend’s place?”
Eight Million Hundred fell into deep thought….
Outside the door, Ichigo Kurosaki felt a little sad and distressed….
….
“Knock!”
“Knock!”
“Knock!”
At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo knocked on the door.
“Is something wrong?” Confused, Eight Million Hundred, who wanted some peace and quiet, didn’t really want to see ‘him’.
“Sis, it’s me.”
Kurosaki Ichigo’s voice sounded.
Inside the room, Eight Million Hundred, who had been lying on the bed without even putting on her slippers, quickly ran to the door and opened it.
After opening the door, Kurosaki Ichigo saw the beautiful face of his sister, filled with worry and longing for him.
But that expression only lasted for a moment….
“Hmph, you still know how to come home!”
“Hmph, you still remember that you have a sister at home.”
Eight Million Hundred put her hands on her hips and spoke like a dignified older sister lecturing her troublesome little brother.