Chapter 21: Ito Seiji

"Well, Mr. Ito, I'm sorry to inform you that you don't meet our recruitment requirements. Thank you for participating in the interview. I wish you find a satisfactory job soon."

beep.

Ito Makoto put his phone aside, picked up the chopsticks, opened the instant noodles on the table, and started eating without caring about the heat.

After eating a few bites, he let out a long sigh, stood up, went to the bathroom, washed his hands and wiped his mouth.

After standing in front of the mirror with his head down for a while, he slowly raised his head and a mottled, ugly face appeared in the mirror.

Next to the mirror, there is a photo of a young man with a sunny smile and handsome looks.

He grinned.

The face in the mirror looked as ferocious as an evil demon from the Asura order that had come to the human world. The saying that being without a smile is ugly had lost all its persuasiveness on his face.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

He is relatively the most handsome when he has no expression.

He turned and left the bathroom, cleaned up the garbage on the table, and then walked into the room.

The room was very tidy, with nothing special in it. The only thing that attracted people's attention was a pink teddy bear in a cloak beside the bed. There was the word "hero" on the teddy bear's belly.

Sitting at the desk, he saw a photo of a man and a woman at the beach placed in a conspicuous place. He slid his fingers across the woman's face, then gently covered the photo frame.

He turned on his computer and found the official website of a website. He clicked on it and found a small line of links belonging to him among the many sections.

[“White Dragon at the Fire Scene” was discharged from the hospital today and said he has no regrets for saving people! ]

The mouse paused and his lips moved, but he said nothing and continued clicking.

Quickly skip the news content and come to the comment section.

I looked at the posting time and it has been a few days, but there are only a few comments in the comment section.

【Hero Peace】

[Is it the picture of him rushing out of the fireworks holding a little girl? He is a handsome guy! It's a pity that his face is disfiguredε=(ο｀*)))]

[It's just saving one person, why not thank the fire department?]

[I heard that saving others delayed the time and failed to save your own parents. I don’t know if it’s true. 】

[How unfilial~]

Makoto Ito was frantically trying to click to close the page, but instead clicked on an advertisement. He clicked several times before finally closing the website.

He clenched his fists and placed them on his thighs, breathing heavily, and after a few minutes, he put his hand on the mouse again.

He opened the tweet and logged into his account.

The latest one is a photo taken in front of the hospital, with the caption: I'm discharged from the hospital.

There were only a few comments, all of them words of blessing.

The further you scroll, the more comments you see.

The most popular one was a photo of him wearing a dirty black white shirt and rushing out of the apartment door holding a little girl from the fire. You could even see the trail of disturbed smoke behind him. There was also a photo of himself wrapped up like a mummy, with the caption: I don't regret it.

Strictly speaking, this tweet was not sent by him, but by his girlfriend at the time.

There are tens of thousands of comments, bad comments are despised and reported, and wishes are liked countless times.

He read them carefully one by one, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

After watching for a while, he reluctantly exited and opened the chat window.

【I hope you will be safe and sound in the future. 】

This was sent today by his ex-girlfriend.

Makoto Ito just typed a line of words, then deleted it. After thinking it over for several rounds, he typed "You too" and sent it.

I looked at other contacts and found that no one had contacted me.

She didn't either. I opened the history and synced it. The most recent message was three months ago.

[Brother, when will you be discharged from the hospital? Then we can play together! Mom and Dad said they would take me to see you in a few days!]

[Soon, no problem.]

【The kitten nods.jpg,】

He hesitated and did not send the message.

Maybe her parents were just busy and forgot, he comforted himself.

He closed the tweet, opened the recruitment website, and searched for a suitable job.

He has a disability level, and some companies would specifically recruit him to enjoy preferential policies, but because of his special face, many companies with this intention gave up. However, because of insurance compensation and some subsidies, he is not short of money for the time being.

How about being a freelancer? Anyway, my body is not suitable for fast-paced work.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.

There was a knock on the door.

Ito Makoto felt a little strange. Logically, he had never told anyone his address, so the only person who knew it was his ex-girlfriend.

Looking through the peephole, he saw a man behind the door who looked like an ordinary office worker. He didn't know him and he didn't feel familiar with him at all.

He moved away from the peephole, but then he seemed to think of something and looked back.

This man's face is a little strange, but I can't tell what's strange about it. If I have to describe it, it's that there's a sense of disharmony.

He suddenly laughed at himself.

Who am I to judge someone else's appearance? You're just a monster.

"Who are you looking for?" Ito Makoto asked.

"Hello, my name is Kurishima Luo. Is this the address of Ito Seiji? I'm from the news agency and I need to discuss something with you." The man spoke.

Ito Makoto looked a little confused. This name was too weird. It sounded the same as "weizhe" (fake person). Didn't his family members pay attention to this when they named him?

But he still opened the door. Since the other party was from the news agency, he should be familiar with his face and didn't need to be reminded.

"Wasn't it Mr. Tanaka who came last time?" After welcoming the other party into the living room and pouring a glass of water, Ito Makoto asked.

The man took the water, took a sip, showed an extremely weird smile, and said: "Ito Seiji, do you really not regret it?"

Ito Makoto's face changed and he stared at the guy whose name sounded the same as the fake one.

The latter still maintained his uncomfortable smile and continued to rub salt into the wound: "I wonder if you will dream about your father late at night--"

"Get out! Get out now!"

Anger made the spots on Ito Makoto's face twist and wriggle, and even the blush was so unevenly distributed, like patches of red sore spots.

He pointed at the door angrily, his face ferocious, like a devil from hell ready to devour someone.

Unfortunately, the man in front of him was not afraid at all, and even drank a sip of water calmly.

"Did you know? After interviewing you, Mr. Tanaka also interviewed the Fujiwara family." He suddenly said a piece of news that made Ito Makoto extremely concerned.

Did Tanaka interview the Fujiwara family? Was it because of his discharge from the hospital? So they knew he was discharged?

His face froze and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

“But because the content was not appropriate, it was not included in the end.”

As he spoke, Kurishima Luo took out a long object from his arms. Ito Makoto just remembered that it was Tanaka's recorder.

"You can listen or not."

Li Ximo Luo took out another unknown object and placed it on the table.

"But if you regret it, you can eat it."

(End of this chapter)