【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Jiuxi, you clearly know that I have someone I like, why are you showing me pictures of other women?"

Dadalia held the photo between his fingertips, pressed it on the table again, and pushed it back towards Pantalone. Pantalone's expression did not change, she just looked at Dadalia with squinted eyes:

"Oh? You don't know him?"

"I said, even if I have a lot of connections, I can't know every girl, right?"

Neither of them spoke. Pantalone tilted her head slightly, but there was a hint of oppression on her smiling face.

Dadalia, on the other hand, hugged her hands with an indifferent expression, leaned back on the chair, and even shrugged when Pantalone looked at her.

"That's right. After all, it won't be long before the last seat comes back."

Pantalone restrained her oppression, pinched the photo on the table into her hand, glanced at the person in the photo indifferently, and put the photo back into her left breast pocket under her cloak.

Dadalia's casual expression darkened for a moment when she saw Pantalone's action, but when Pantalone raised her head, it had returned to its original state.

"If there's nothing wrong," Dadalia stood up and held the back of the chair made of precious mahogany, but due to kindness and price, she just lifted the chair up and pushed it under the table politely, " I go first."

"Oh, something happened."

Now it was Pantalone's turn to lean back in the chair with his arms folded.

Dadalia's forehead twitched, and if you look closely you can see the veins on it:

"You better be fine."

Then he continued to squeeze the back of the chair and pulled the chair away.

Who would have thought that as soon as Dadalia finished sitting down and her calves were unloaded, she heard Pantalone's voice like a demon whispering:

"Oh, that's not a big deal. You can go first."

"..."

Dadalia clenched her teeth, but she still kept a smile and stood up, pulled up the chair, and then——

Crushed the back of the chair.

"Goodbye then, Nine Seats."

Pantalone looked at the cracked precious mahogany, but did not seem to care too much. She just called a fool in. The fool naturally picked up the broken chair and was about to go out, but was stopped by Pantalone. Nie stopped and shouted:

"Wait a minute, after you change chairs, follow the last seat."

"Huh? Are you worried that he won't find out after all your efforts? Just follow him openly."

"Go."

It wasn't until the new chair was brought in and the lucky fool brought it to the door with a look of "fulfilling his mission" that Pantalone relaxed his whole body and leaned on the back of the chair.

He took out the photo from his pocket, put it under the light, and traced the outline of the person in the photo with his eyes.

This is a candid photo.

The person in the photo is kneeling and sitting in an ice coffin, surrounded by bright gems, but not a trace of brilliance is taken away from him.

The man was pious, numbly, with his chin raised, staring in the direction of the throne.

It was originally just a random shot, but both the composition and the lighting seemed to have been deliberately and carefully designed.

He created a god for himself in a corner where no one cared, and with a thought that no one knew about.

When the news of the girl's death came, he actually had no doubts at first.

But the moment he saw the girl's body lying in the ice coffin - his grief came to an abrupt end.

There was no other reason. He just had an intuition that the person lying there was not a girl.

Because the light did not fall on "her" body.

It was a ridiculous reason. When he thought of it on the spot, he almost laughed, and it took a lot of effort to control it. Maybe it was because of this that his expression looked a little distorted on the spot. Even the lunatic from the second seat patted him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

Pantalone shook her head slightly.

Whether it was true or just for his own comfort, he had never believed that the girl was really dead, and the search by Piero and the Queen had confirmed his idea, even though there had been no news.

Dardalia's performance just now, if you really want to say it, can't find any flaws.

But it doesn't matter. Pantalone has always believed in his own intuition more than others' verification.

Besides, this is his only clue now.

How ridiculous, a capitalist.

Pantalone's neck was pressed against the edge of the back of the chair, and his whole head was tilted back, letting his long hair hang in the air, and the cold thin chain on the edge of his glasses was also attached to his face.

He didn't know why, but he felt the oppression in his chest, and he could only breathe heavily, like a person who had just emerged from deep water with half of his face above the water.

Let me find you, or find some proof that you're still alive.

-

Dadalia could probably piece together some clues.

For example, the girl might not be from Zhidong at all, and the time when she came to Zhidong should have been during one of his business trips.

And there is a high probability that she is the person the Queen and Piero are looking for.

And the "lover" the girl admitted——

Is it Pantalone?

For some reason, Dadalia felt a little uncomfortable.

It's like drinking water with a drop of vinegar in it.

Not strong, but every bite is torture.

So annoying.

And there are people following me, which is even more annoying.

Putting aside the relationship between the girl and Jiu Xi, at least the girl is the one they are looking for.

At least the girl's whereabouts cannot be exposed because of him.

So Dadalia simply turned around and went directly to stay at the largest hotel in the whole winter.

Just ask Pantalone to reimburse the expenses when the time comes.

Even without leaving home, Dadalia has his own channels for understanding information. In just half a day, he can connect some things together.

For example, "Chisu", the largest intelligence organization under Pantalone, was always considered to be a woman in the early days. That person once participated in the award ceremony in the name of "Chisu". This is not true in the winter. It's a secret.

But now it seems that that person is most likely a girl.

Although the transformation of "Chisu" from an individual to an organization appears to be extremely smooth under Pantalone's operation, the node is extremely abrupt. If you look closely, you will know that around that node, the Queen held a small funeral.

Although it was small, it was very grand, after all, both Piero and Dotore came forward in person.

Among the executives, Piero represents the grandness of an event, while Dotore represents the importance of an event (it may also be the degree of fun, but Dotore himself does not mean to differentiate).

But the strange point was yet to come, because the only people present at the funeral were Piero, Dottore, Pantalone and the Queen herself.

And neither the "girl" or "rooster", whose status was equally high, or the "servant" or "puppet" who was also in the solstice, received the queen's summons.

Dadalia spread out on the soft bed and sighed.

Don't make blind guesses.

When the stalker outside is solved, we can go and ask her face to face.