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

Pantalone walked alone on the way back, with no special expression on her face.

For a businessman, time is mola, and mola is life, so he has little pleasure in pacing slowly in the not-so-good weather.

Looking at the fading sky, he suddenly realized that one day had already passed.

He was stunned for a moment, then stopped, stared at the sun in the sky, blocked by the mountains, and then smiled and shook his head.

happy?

Be happy.

The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Although he had guessed that the girl had faked her death very early, the guess was still a guess.

In the mall, he can spend huge sums of money on a very risky project with ease; but when it comes to a girl, he doesn't dare to gamble even if the probability is only one in a hundred billion.

In the past two years, while he was looking for evidence that the girl was still alive, he suppressed the expectations in his heart.

He was too afraid, too afraid that the evidence he found would not be enough to support his guess, and that his joy would eventually come to naught - just like when he was in Liyue.

Fortunately, fortunately.

What was he thinking when the girl questioned him?

For a moment, he was subconsciously disappointed, and he forgot to cover it up.

But what's more, it's indescribable joy.

She was alive, fresh and agile, in front of him.

In the past, when he got along with girls, he rarely saw girls like this.

Her emotions are always restrained and concealed. She is afraid that her thoughts will be exposed, so she forces herself not to be sad or happy.

Now she seems to be a living person.

This huge joy diluted the sadness that the girl's question brought to him - he is no longer a child, and he also knows that forgiveness is never a simple thing, or in a sense, he has never thought that the girl Forgave him.

Anyway, he didn't have too many expectations, so when the words came, he wasn't too disappointed.

Forget it, in general...

Today is a good day.

However, Pantalone's good mood did not last long. When he returned to the office, he found that the door was ajar.

This is the office center of the Fools, so Pantalone naturally doesn't have to worry about his personal safety.

But there is probably only one person who dares to be so arrogant in his office——

Dotore.

I twitched the tip of my nose slightly, and seemed to smell a smell that wasn't very good.

When he opened the door, he saw Dotore sitting there carelessly, and at his feet were a group of terrifying fools.

That's right, he was the one who used it most conveniently, the fool who stared at Dadalia.

His body was twisted and undulating in a strange way.

Alive.

But in a sense it would be better to be dead.

Pantalone's eyes turned to Dotore, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Explanation.

Dotore nonchalantly kicked the man's body with his toe:

"There's nothing I can do. I want to come in, but he stops me."

Pantalone didn't move.

Without him, the person who has been guarding the door for him has always been this person. It is impossible for Dotore not to know him, and it is definitely not the first time that he has blocked Dotore.

Pantalone and Dotore haven't seen each other for some time, and Dotore's already sharp outline is now getting thinner, adding a bit of sinisterness to his ruthless temperament. These days, all the fools are avoiding him. If he couldn't reach it, it would be hard for the guy on the ground to dare to stop him.

Just look at him now...

Pantalone frowned and turned his head, and finally said his first words after entering the office:

"Restore him."

Dotore Erlang raised his legs and lay down on the chair:

"That won't work. He hasn't told me who he saw outside the last room."

Immediately, Dotore seemed to have thought of something, and he laughed playfully and said "Oh~" in a weird way.

"Really, his upline is right in front of me."

He smiled, allowing people to see his sharp, shining shark teeth:

"So, our dear Jiu Xi, can you tell me?"

"Who are the people around Dadalia?"

The fools at Dotore's feet groaned in pain, as if begging for something, and kept grabbing something in the void with their hands, making his already extremely twisted body look even weirder.

Even Pantalone, who used to often drink afternoon tea in the laboratory, couldn't stand this miserable situation.

Pantalone walked slowly to her desk, picked up a pen from the desk, then walked around the man from the other side and squatted down slowly.

With one last movement, he stabbed the sharp tip of the pen into the man's barely identifiable aorta.

The blood gushes out in an instant. It does not gush everywhere like in some movies and TV dramas. It just comes out in large streams, as if the life flowing in the human body is escaping continuously through a spring. It's like trying to fill up with something else.

It's just that this weak vitality can't be filled with anything. It can only stain Pantalone's precious pen and priceless cloak.

The man seemed to no longer feel the severe pain. A flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and his pupils quickly dilated. There was no trace of life in his usually silly eyes.

Pantalone pulled out the pen expressionlessly, took out a white towel and wiped it gracefully and slowly:

"Why, if you don't do experiments properly, why are you so interested in a child falling in love?"

Turning to look at Dottore again, Pantalone's expression was no different from usual:

"Why, does our second seat have any special aesthetic preferences?"

The sole of the foot Dotore stepped on the floor was already covered with thick blood. He seemed to glance at it, but did not care. Instead, he turned his gaze to Pantalone:

"Nine seats, you know what I'm asking."

"Oh," Dotore kicked the body beside him again, "Or are you angry with me because of a pawn?"

"You killed him yourself."

Pantalone was still rubbing the smooth body of the pen with a white square towel, but she always felt that no matter how hard she rubbed it, the strong smell of blood still remained on it. She felt that when she tilted her wrist, the blood-stained square towel and the pen fell down together. Into the trash can on the side.

"If nothing happens, please come back."

When Dotore heard this, he stood up carelessly, but did not leave.

"If you don't say anything, then I will."

"The woman next to Dadalia is her."

"As for why neither of you tell the truth..."

Dotore squeezed out a strange smile from his throat:

"You like her too, our 'rich' sir."