"I'll give you one when you turn sixteen. I'm not short of money, you should have seen that by now, right?"
"Of course. Only someone like Officer Otaki who has no interest in cars or motorcycles can't see the value of your motorcycle. If my parents see it when they get home, they will definitely try their best to investigate where you came from." Hattori Heiji replied calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that I have a purpose for wanting to live in your house?"
"If you hadn't chosen to go to that idiot Kazuha's house, you wouldn't be a bad person." Hattori Heiji looked up at those clear, ultramarine eyes, his tone rather like a grown-up: "And I trust my detective instincts. If you were a bad person, you would have secretly taught me how to ride a bike. It's much easier to please me than my parents."
The analysis is quite reasonable and well-founded.
But little kids are little kids... they still have beautiful fantasies about this society.
Fujiwara Yu suddenly felt that this dark-skinned kid was quite to his liking. He felt that the year in Osaka would not be boring. Maybe he could even try to train a wise general who could be used in the future.
Thinking of this, he became interested in the days of boarding in the future, and said in a light tone:
"Hattori-san, as a return gift, let me tell you a secret."
"Oh? Sure."
"The secret is—I dye my hair."
“…”
Hattori Heiji's mouth twitched slightly. Wasn't this common knowledge? Could anyone really believe someone was born with purple hair? No, it seemed like quite a few people did believe it. Otherwise, how had he passed the police academy exams and become a qualified police officer?
"I'm kidding. My hair is naturally like this. My mom kept eating grapes and purple cabbage when she was pregnant with me. It might be a genetic mutation."
"You think I'm an idiot? No one would believe that!"
Fujiwara Yu had already expected that Hattori Heiji would not believe it, so he immediately took out the photo he had prepared in advance from his arms and stuffed it into Heiji's hand without explaining. Instead, he pursed his lips to signal him to look at it himself.
The fooled Hattori Heiji looked down at the photos that had no trace of photoshop, and Tong Kong was shocked - because these photos started from infancy, and every one of them had purple hair, there was no way they could be faked?!
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The fact that you can't tell it's fake is terrifying. Are there really people in this world who are born with purple hair? Could it be that eating too many grapes and purple cabbage caused a genetic mutation?
Fujiwara Yuu suppressed his laughter and observed Hattori Heiji's expression. After confirming that he believed it, he took the photo away and said:
"I faced discrimination since I was a child, so I became a police officer just to prove my worth."
"I'm sorry, I just..."
"It's okay. No one in their right mind would believe this. It's getting late, so we should go to bed early. I bought toiletries on the way here, so I don't need anything."
"Well, then... Good night, Brother Yingsi."
"Goodnight, Hattori-kun."
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