"Then I'll ask you..." Gintoki looked at the child who asked before and asked back, "What is the one under your nose?"

The child was startled and looked down unconsciously, but saw nothing.

"There is a wonderful groove between the nose and lips of all human beings?" Gintoki explained, "What is it for?"

"No...I don't know."

"Right..." Gintoki lowered his head, his forehead unknowingly darkened, but even so, he still made a fuss, "Simply put, the Patriot is... the same as that."

[Don’t you know it yourself in the end?!] Xinbaji complained wildly in her heart.

"Whether the groove under the nose or the microphone on the FC2P handle," Gintoki closed his eyes and explained slowly with a serious face: "There are many things in this world that exist for some reason, but everything humans do except eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep is actually redundant. We are just people who create a part of the redundant."

(Note: The original red and white machine's 2P has a microphone, only supports six games, and can only recognize the volume.)

[What I said is so great, but I just made some rubbish iron!] Xinbaji complained in anger.

"Ask a question..." Ogoro, who had been sitting on Gintoki's boss chair since the beginning, raised his hand and asked, "So is Wanshiwu just doing some extra work for extra items?"

"It seems you don't understand anything." Gintoki spread his hands and replied, "I mean, what seems to be redundant is actually indispensable..."

"But..." Ogoro interrupted Gintoki and asked a question that although he had no energy, he was heartbroken by Gintoki and others, "Isn't Wanshi House made of these useless things also useless things?"

[What's wrong with this child!] Xinbaji complained.

"You are too much, Dagolangjun." May said quickly.

"Maychan, can social practice end here?" Daigoro asked Mayo, "Anyway, the job of Wanshiwu is to sit on things that have no contribution to society."

After saying that, Daigoro stood up with his hands on the table.

"Wait, wait a moment!" Xinbaji hurriedly stopped.

"Although the Patriots don't seem useful," Kagura picked up the Patriots on the table and stood up. "But it is actually a comprehensive entertainment toy that can play a lot of meaningless games~"

"Huh? Really?" Ogoro looked at Kagura blankly, "How do you want to play?"

"For example..." Kagura tightly grasped the Patriot's wooden stick and smashed it down at Ogoro's little head, and explained expressionlessly while smashing it, "When it comes to be used to beat the Patriot missiles of the guys who deserve to be beaten like this."

[That kind of thing is OK without a patriot!] Xinbaji complained in his heart.

Bang!

Daigoro suddenly raised his hand to block the Patriot...or blocked the towel box, and wiped the blood that had just been smashed with his other hand, raised his head to reveal a serious expression. It seemed that he had entered the serious (Naruto) mode.

Ogoro snorted softly: "Sure enough, I didn't expect that there is such a waste job in making garbage in this world."

[Ogoro-kun?!] Shinbaji complained hard in his heart, [After his head was hammered, he turned into another person! What he said in Naruto's voice was not what Naruto could say at all!]

"I'll leave first in May," Ogoro jumped out of the chair and walked towards the entrance without hesitation. "I've learned enough."

"Mr. Dagoro..." Mayo hurriedly shouted.

"Wait, boy!" Gintoki hurriedly spoke to Daigoro who had just walked to the living room door, "You haven't put Kolkata yet..."

"Sorry, President," Ogoro stopped in front of the door and replied faintly, "I am neither the Kolkata nor the Mesocia, I am... Bourbon."

(Boom: bourbon, a type of American whiskey.)

[Super hardcore! What's going on with this kid?!] Shinbaji's entire face began to twitch.

"I will work hard to not become an adult like you," Ogoro turned around, with a little contempt on his face, "Thank you for letting me see the bottom of this society, everyone in the Wanshi House..."

...

On the streets of Kabukicho, there is an outdoor coffee shop.

Yin Toshita, who was sitting on a table outdoor, was smoking the Patriot's paper one by one, and his whole body was buried in depression.

"Come on, Yinsang." Shinbaji comforted, "That kind of child can't understand the power of Wanshi House."

"The other children said they had a great time." Kagura also persuaded, "Although the patriots who were taken home as local products were thrown to the side of the road, and at the same time refused to visit the life of the useless Slag Niett. Aru."

"Even so..." Gintoki finally opened his mouth and murmured, "That's a job I like from scratch. Sure enough, in the eyes of children..."

"No...nothing is happening!" Shinbaji spoke quickly.

"Then I'll ask you, this..." Gintoki looked at the patriot on the table in front of him, "What is it for?"

Shinbaji and Kagura remain silent at the same time.

"I don't know! Of course!" Gintoki suddenly stood up, his face full of laughter that had been played with, and he shouted, "Because I don't know either! I'm just like these broken iron, and the house of everything is also garbage! It's not important to society at all, and it doesn't matter what it does! Ahhahaha..."

As he said that, Gintoki turned around and smiled bitterly while leaving slowly.

"It's totally broken," Shinhachi murmured silently as he looked at Gintoki's shaking back, "I've been hit a lot."

But just after he finished speaking, Shinbaji suddenly saw the fourteenth person on the side of the road talking to the children through the gaps of the landscape trees beside him.

"Huh? Isn't that Tufangsang?" Xinbaji said in confusion.

"I often patrol indoors to see if there are any bad people doing evil," Sisi explained to the children in front of him with a serious expression, "This is the most basic responsibility of our police."

"May I ask!" A little boy wearing glasses holding a notebook and a pen in his hand raised his hand.

"Is there any problem?" asked Fourteen.

"What kind of person are bad people?"

"It refers to a person whose behavior violates the law." Fourteen explained.

"So is the law absolutely correct?"

"It can be said basically." Shisi nodded and answered honestly.

"Then I want to ask!" The little boy pushed his glasses on his nose, "It is forbidden to jump to the railway tracks on the station platform, but if a drunk man falls down, the one who jumps to break the rules to save him is a bad person. Is the one who refuses to save him is a good person?!"

A vein suddenly burst out on Shisi's face, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "At this time, we have to make the matter a matter."

"I think that adaptable laws simply cannot perform the duties that the laws should have!"

"It's my statement that is wrong," the veins on Shisi's face jumped, "The only one who causes trouble for others is the bad guys. It doesn't matter what the law is..."

[He abandoned the law!] Xinbaji, who was standing beside him, complained wildly, [If you think it’s troublesome, you throw away the law!]

"Then!" the little boy pushed his glasses again, took a step closer, and continued to ask, "Can you say that you are a criminal who smokes and spreads second-hand smoke around you at the same time?!"

"Sorry! Have you choked you?" Shi Si's face was getting more and more blue veins, and his eyes were covered with blood. While pressing the cigarette with his hands, he gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice, "Forgive me like this, forgive me like this!"

[Oh no, he has collapsed and is about to become a criminal!] Shinbaji once again complained in his heart.

"What kind of trouble is considered a crime? Please give a specific example." The little boy asked again, and then pointed to a shop on the side of the road. "For example, if you pursue the girl relentlessly and get beaten up, who is the criminal? "

Looking at Kondo, who was hiding in the wooden box full of persimmons, who was exposed only in the wooden box hidden in the store, and was still being greeted by A Miao with the shopping bag in her hand, Shishi was silent for a moment and said again: "Uh... Actually, what I said before was to make fun of you. The policeman is actually..."

As he said, Fourteen raised his hand and found the Patriot from somewhere, "the institution that manufactures and sells this patriot."

[Putting aside everything, you're selling patriots!] Xinbaji complained angrily, [What is that? Is it very popular?!]

"It's really bad. If the situation is wrong, please change your job immediately?" A boy sighed with his hands on his pillow.

"I heard that Japanese police have fallen into depravity recently, so it turns out that it is true~" Another boy shook his head and echoed.

Immediately afterwards, several children turned and left one after another.

Three minutes later...

Looking at the Fourteen sitting on another table, lowering his head and constantly pulling the roll of paper on the Patriot, Xinbaji silently complained.

"Even the earthen mulberry has broken."

"So there is still the use of Faru." Kagura said in a little surprised.

As soon as Kagura finished speaking, the voices of Yue Yong and Jiang Cheng suddenly came from the side.

Yue Yong: "You can stop at this time."

Jiang Cheng: "Well, isn't it normal for children to be curious about these things? This knowledge will definitely be used in the future."

"It's Miss Yueyong and Jiang Chengsang..." Xinbaji looked through the gaps in the landscape tree, and saw Jiang Cheng and Yueyong holding a game that had not been opened yet, standing in front of a group of boys.

"Yes, yes! I'll use it in the future!" A little boy rubbed his hands and looked at Yue Yong with a yearning look. "And, we really want to see what Yoshihara's job is like..."

The other children nodded and agreed, and one of them had bleeding from his nose.
Chapter completed!