"Is there such a thing?" Kazuma heard this and frowned, squatting down in front of the child to look at it. The five or six-year-old boy in home clothes in front of him is quite ordinary in appearance, but his eyes are half-closed, and he looks quite confused.

Kazuma glanced over the child's head to make sure there was indeed an entry floating there. The name of the entry is "The Lost", which is composed of light gray words that look like smoke, and the system also gave a comment quite kindly.

"The mourner who is looking for illusions in reality... what the hell!?"

The system's annotations have returned to the usual mystical style of the second year, and Kazuma can't laugh or cry.

Although I don't know what "looking for illusions in reality" is, but based on past experience, any guy with an unnamed entry is basically the master of potential troubles. Kazuma does not feel any malice from the child in front of him, maybe it means that the trouble has nothing to do with him?

"Little brother, what's your name? Why did you run out alone?"

Kazuma asked in a soft voice, but the little boy who was questioned only shook his head slightly as if he was not awake, and ignored him. Kazuma raised his head and looked at Amo, who shrugged helplessly. Kazuma suddenly thought of the hint given by the entry, so I flicked my finger and changed the question.

"Are you there, looking for something?"

"...I'm looking for... home..." The little boy responded this time, but the voice he said was close to sleepwalking.

"Where you live? Isn't it nearby?"

"It's not that... it's more distant, the original destination... over there..."

The little boy raised his hand and gestured in a daze. At this time, Kazuma observed that the entry "Lost" above his head began to shake like smoke, showing an unstable state that seemed to disappear at any time—" (Kazuma speculates that if the entry disappears, the little boy will probably wake up from a dream? In this case, it seems that no special treatment is required.

"Is there any problem, Master?" Amao's voice sounded when Kazuma hesitated.

"There seems to be no problem, why don't you contact the nearby police station first? Maybe there is a report of a missing child?"

Kazuma stood up, intending to go to the GTR and use the radio station to contact the police station.

When he turned around, a sudden gust of cool wind blew, and the little boy in light home clothes was blown into a sneeze, and then Kazuma saw the article dangling above his head and suddenly disappeared. After the entry disappeared, the little boy made an ah sound, and his eyes turned from dazed to sober.

The little boy who woke up looked around, and when he saw the unfamiliar street with people coming and going, he suddenly showed a panic expression. I saw tears brewing in the eyes of the panic-stricken little boy, and after a few seconds, he burst into tears.

"Whoah! Mom, Mom! Where are you, Mom!?"

"Tsk tsk, I'm crying..."

"Master, what should we do?"

"No, even if you ask me, I can't help it..."

The crying children on the bustling streets quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, but Kazuma and Ah Mao were looking at each other, and I looked at you, and they didn't know how to deal with the brat who wouldn't listen. In the end, Chiyoko pushed away the two useless men, squatted down and comforted the little boy softly.

"Really, you guys get out of the way!...Don't cry don't cry, don't cry little brother. You're just lost, it's no big deal, we'll take you to Mommy, so don't be afraid! Huh?"

"Uh...uh, uh..."

Under Chiyoko's gentle comfort, the little boy seemed to calm down a little. Kazuma let out a sigh of relief. At this time, the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from far and near came from the left. Kazuma turned his head, and then saw a small motorcycle used by traffic police patrolling slowly stopping on the side of the road, but the traffic police who got off ran towards them at a trot.

"Hello, do you need help?" The traffic policeman who ran over was a thin-looking man, probably in his late thirties, neatly dressed, and seemed to be neat and tidy.

After the man approached, he saluted first, and then turned his eyes to the little boy in Chiyoko's arms: "I heard the child crying, is it your child?" But it's no wonder, after all, the parents of the two of them are too young to be a little boy.

"No, no, we are passing by... Really! Brother-->>

Say something too! ? The questioned Chiyoko hurriedly shook her head, staring at Kazuma vigorously. Kazuma who had been a little distracted since the man's appearance came back to her senses, and waved her hand to intervene.

"Sorry, I'm Kiryuu Kazuma from the mobile team, and I'm a member of the police department. They are my sister and disciples. We found this kid on the side of the road and seemed to be lost with his family, so we came to ask about the situation." Kazuma said while taking out the police badge and staring at the man in the traffic police, "May I ask your name?"

"It turned out to be from the Kiryu Police Department. I'm sorry. The officer's name is Kurosaki Nagahide, and he is a patrol officer of the traffic section." The man named Kurosaki Nagahide once again raised his hands to salute Kazuma, with an neither overbearing nor humble attitude. , and then looked down at the little boy on Chiyoko's side, "Is it a lost child? I already understand the situation... Please wait a moment, I will contact the police station to see if there is any relevant report."

Kurosaki Nagahide ran to the motorcycle with small steps, and used the convenient radio station there to contact the police station, and it didn't take long for the result to be obtained.

"Report to the police department. Half an hour ago, a couple came to the local police station to report that their child was missing. According to the description, it should be this child." Kurosaki Nagahide glanced at the little boy, smiling as if to comfort him down.

"I was supposed to take him there, but my motorcycle doesn't have a seat for a child...Since the police department is here, can I trouble you to take him to the local police station? His parents are waiting for news there."

"...Ah yes, I'll take him to the police station, you can do your work." Kazuma stared at Kurosaki Nagahide for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Thank you very much, I will take my leave first." Kurosaki Nagahide bowed his head slightly to Kazuma and saluted, then trotted on the motorcycle, and hurriedly patrolled towards the other side of the street.

"It feels like he really comes and goes like the wind..." Ah Mao said as if admiring.

"Yeah, it's quite neat to do things." Kazuma nodded in agreement, looked away from the motorcycle far away, and exhaled quietly.

Amao Chiyoko probably couldn't feel it, but he was really surprised just now. Because above the head of this traffic policeman named Kurosaki Nagahide, he suddenly found two entries! One entry is related to kendo. There are many people who practice kendo in the police faction, so this is not unusual.

However, his other entry is something that Kazuma has never seen before - "weapon expert". The entire entry is composed of dumb black fonts that look like bullets, emitting an inorganic cold light outward. The entry is the embodiment of the soul of a person. Even without reading the explanation, just by hearing the name, you can tell that this product is definitely the type with explosive combat power.

The patrol police who only maintain traffic are equipped with such a sturdy entry? Or conversely, why would a person with such a strong combat power come to be a traffic policeman? Kazuma feels quite unscientific, and even the joke of the Shaolin sweeping monk came to mind.

However, the world in this dimension is different from the one before the time travel, and there are many strong people in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Since there are old butlers who are karate level 67, there shouldn't be anything wrong with multiple weapons experts and traffic policemen, right?

At least at this stage, it is impossible for Kazuma to investigate other people out of curiosity. ?

"Forget it, Chiyoko, let's take the kids to the police station. Amao, you come with me?" Kazuma pointed to the GTR parked in the distance.

"No, I won't go. There is an important exam tomorrow, so I have to go back and prepare well." Mao shook his head.

"Stupid Mo~lightnovelpub.net~ Please do your best, my brother said that it will be fine after you graduate." Chiyoko cheered him up with clenched fists.

"Huh? No, I didn't say... Oh, it hurts!" Just as Kazuma wanted to correct it, Chiyoko's whole body strength came from the little finger of his right foot.

"Ahaha, don't worry, there shouldn't be any problem. Master, and Chiyoko, I'll go back first." Amao waved his hand and turned to leave. After the tossing by the Kiryu brothers and sisters, his mood seemed to have improved a lot .

Next, Kazuma used GTR to carry Chiyoko and others, and sent the little boy all the way to the local police station, where he was handed over to his parents who were waiting there.

The parents of the little boy who found their child are very grateful to Kazuma, and Kazuma took the opportunity to inquire about the details of the little boy's disappearance, but did not get any valuable clues.

According to them, it was only after finishing the housework that they suddenly discovered that the child was missing, and the little boy had no symptoms of sleepwalking before.

That being the case, why did the entry suddenly appear? Kazuma was puzzled, but the little boy who left with his parents did not show any abnormalities again, so he had to give up temporarily.