After Becoming a Little Sister

"Okay." The head maid with gold trim called the car over, and was not curious about what Madam Jin had said before.

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Although it is true that half-spoken words are hated by others, Mrs. Jin has no way to elaborate.

It can't be said that there will be a poor little maid in your manor today who didn't pay attention and directly turned on the gas, right?

Although many things have been distorted after the inexplicable incident of the Poseidon, it is better to believe these details. She can only go and see for herself, and it would be great if she can save it .

"I really don't know how the char siu in my family was able to support such a large stall with such a mess of companies."

Rubbing her forehead, Mrs. Jin, who has been a little exhausted recently, got into the car and closed her eyes to rest.

Although she has successfully changed some history after so many years since she came back, the deeper she goes into it, the more and more she will find that the world line she can change becomes narrower and narrower. The original history is not an exaggeration.

This kind of absurd thing made her unable to find a spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps the only person who is qualified to listen to this kind of confession is her master, the world-renowned White Head Taixuan Lu Yanling.

But Mrs. Jin knows that if her master knows, then in the future...

Opening her eyes, Mrs. Jin looked at the sea view receding outside the window, her eyes gradually turned cold.

If the master knows, then the future will still be that sad future... Nothing can be changed...

If there must be one person to sacrifice, it should definitely not be his master, nor anyone else.

"Is the venue over there planning to launch a new tourism project?" Mrs. Jin raised her eyes slightly, looking at a venue not far away.

"Over there, that is to build an indoor ice rink. Ice and snow events are very popular recently, and we are also planning to build a large indoor ice and snow event venue." The head maid who drove the car replied softly: "Worriless After all, the island is located in the tropics, and there is no snow all year round. This contrast may make tourists more happy, and maybe the indoor snow scene project will be opened in a few days.”

"... Snow." Mrs. Jin was in a trance, as if remembering something.

"Does Mrs. Jin also like snow scenes?"

"No, I kind of hate snow." Then she shook her head again: "I'm not talking about snow scenes, but winter."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, it's my problem." Mrs. Jin looked down at the palm of her hand.

The whisper seems to be lingering in my ears, the master with blood on his chest, the snow in the north, and the frost in the sky——

【Sorry... I'm back...Look, it's snowing...】

"Ma'am...ma'am?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"Here, are you tired? If you need to rest, I will prepare a room for you."

"It's okay, I just remembered something from the past." Mrs. Jin shook her head: "I've been a little dizzy recently—where's the third child?"

"Madam Wuchen should be at the Taoist temple."

"Well, go get busy, I'll go find her."

Mrs. Jin waved goodbye to the worried gold-edged head maid, looked at her palm suspiciously, and clenched her fist.

How could the history that was clearly avoided suddenly be seen again... Strange...

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Jin didn't go directly to the Taoist temple, but went to the kitchen instead.

No matter what, as long as the last bad ending can be avoided, it will be perfect.

perhaps……

……

……

"Strange, is there something wrong with the gas storage tank?"

She drilled out with her head buried, put the wrench on her hand aside, and the thesis maid wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Obviously the pipes are fine..."

As a pure island, the energy and resources of Worry-free Island depend heavily on the input from the outside world.

Although the Song Family Manor has several super-large oil and gas storage devices buried on its own island, it can meet the long-term living needs of the entire manor when it is under siege, and can even grit its teeth to support the fleet that is in an emergency port for emergency supplies.

For example, a fish-drying fleet rated as burning oil is as terrible as flooding—the resources in the secret inventory of the island of worry-free are enough for them to carry out a high-intensity open sea battle. Although high-tech ammunition and weapons need to be replenished from inland ports, Basic combat materials are available here.

However, in daily use, it is naturally impossible to use those strategic reserves of energy. Instead, it is just a 'small' gas storage tank like a gas station.

The thesis maid stretched her stained skirt, and reluctantly picked up the suitcase: "Really... You should use the induction cooker to make things first, and I'll go to the gas storage tank to see what the problem is."

"Wait - it's better to let a professional engineer deal with this kind of problem!"

"Oh, it will be tomorrow when they come, don't worry, there is a high probability that there is something wrong with the ventilation valve again, I will go and have a look, if it doesn't work, I won't move around, and I-"

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this kind of thing."

A voice cut in, interrupting the dissertation maid.

"Who—eh? Mrs. King?"

The paper maid turned her head and saw that at the door of the oversized back kitchen, Mrs. Jin was standing leaning against the door frame.

"It's very dangerous, please contact the engineer. The gas storage tank is tilted due to the subsidence of the ground, and several safety valves are automatically closed. If you mess around today, you will accidentally open those closed gas storage tanks." Pipe valves, and—”

She opened her hand and made an explosive gesture: "There is no more."

"..." The thesis maid blinked: "This is... what kind of story?"

"No, it's predicting the future."

"Foretelling the future—really?"

"Of course it's true." Mrs. Jin smiled: "It seems that you don't quite believe it."

"This... generally speaking, normal people wouldn't believe it, right?" The thesis maid scratched her face embarrassingly: "And the story is not a big group, it sounds like... um..."

"It sounds like I'm scaring you on purpose, right?" Mrs. Jin recalled: "In your left pocket, there is an encrypted USB flash drive, which contains your unfinished thesis."

"Huh?!" The thesis maid subconsciously touched the pocket, and then pressed it down suddenly: "How do you know?"

"Because by then, you will only have this little thing left... In addition to your thesis, there is also your travel plan."

Mrs. Jin looked at her gently: "The cherry blossoms are beautiful, so remember to see them for yourself...safety first."

In fact, the child went to check with her companions at the time, but the details of the accident are no longer available. In the nearby surveillance records, the last recorded picture is that she subconsciously protected her companions behind her when the explosion happened. Scenes.

Although nothing was protected, the violent explosion even caused the island of worry-free to be a hot news search for a month.

In the end, the Song family only found her USB flash drive and buried it under the cherry blossom tree in their hometown—it is obviously a very sad story, but with the unfinished thesis, there is a subtle sense.

Mrs. Jin had no grievances with her. After the incident, it was a pity that this seemingly good child disappeared, but now it happened just in time.

As Mrs. Jin seemed to think of something again, she pointed to an electric oven next to her: "There should be an apple pie in it, and there is a little surprise hidden in the filling, but it seems that it was served wrongly when it was served, and it made others cut."

To be exact, Mr. Song cut it open himself, and it was quite embarrassing, making one think that someone from the group of gold-rimmed maids did it for him.

Well, there were quite a lot of cuties like this in the first maid group. After all, Mr. Song was young, wealthy and handsome, a proper diamond king.

Now, the third group of maids look at Mr. Song, except for a few head maids who still look at him as before, the new maids look at him almost like they look at their own father.

Or like watching the principal?Anyway, no one will fall in love with the principal - the dean is Yuko's butler, which is even more terrifying.

"Is there such a thing?" The thesis maid looked at the oven in surprise, and met the eyes of the little sister who was guarding the oven.

The latter spread his hands: "I don't have it—but the apple pie is real. It was made by my sister. Do you want to cut it?"

"No need. There are... some small gifts inside." The passive headmaid stood behind Mrs. Jin at some point, her face was a little blushing, and her ears were burning hot: "That's my personal hobby, don't open it. .”

Rather than saying it is a personal hobby, it is better to say it is a love nameplate to express love to a good sister.

The storage box corresponding to the nameplate is a love letter and a ring—feeling that human beings are limited to negative Finding a companion is a lifelong event.

At the beginning, this thing almost didn't send Mr. Song away directly. The white-clothed Teddy's possessiveness is much stronger than that of Blue Star...

"...I understand, I won't go." The thesis maid thought for a while, then sighed: "I'd rather believe it or not, and it sounds really scary, Mrs. Jin, you can really predict the future ?"

"Guess!" Mrs. Jin smiled, but did not answer directly: "Safety first is true."

As soon as the words fell, a fierce flame lit up outside the window, and the entire sky was illuminated by the fire.

Madam Jin's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly pushed the people around her down: "Get down—"

【boom----------】

The sound of the explosion resounded throughout the entire Worry-free Island, and the violent air waves were wrapped in thunderous vibrations, impacting from outside the window.

After a brief twist, the thick window panes shattered into flying catkins all over the sky on the spot, and the white ones scattered like snowdrops.

The entire back kitchen was in a mess, and the woods and buildings outside the window were all blown by the shock wave and changed their appearance, showing a one-sided posture. The more you look there, the more obvious the mess is. Some of the buildings even had their roofs lifted in half.

You must know that this is a reinforced building that can withstand strong typhoons!

Mrs. Jin who stood up opened her mouth, but couldn't think of what to say for a moment.

Beside her, the thesis maid was stunned: "It really exploded...why?!"

That direction happened to be the location of the gas storage tank oil depot. If she had gone there before, let alone the whole body, if she was able to get a big piece, she would have to thank this kind of equivalent explosion for her mercy.

"Raise the alarm! Search the entire manor! See if anyone is injured, contact the sanatorium on the Isle of Worry! We need a doctor!" The passive maid stood up and picked up the revolver: "Also notify the security department—based on the presence of an intruder !"

"Wait, intruder?" Mrs. Jin stopped her: "What intruder?"

"A few strange 'tourists' just happened to be found on Ah Zuo's side, and we are not sure if this accident has anything to do with them."

In fact, if it weren't for Mrs. Jin's special status, they all wanted to suspect that Mrs. Jin was behind the scenes.

Otherwise, how can there be such a coincidence, if you say it will blow up, it will blow up, and it will be a landlord?

But Mrs. Jin must be impossible, so it can only be treated as a problem. As for Mrs. Jin's ability to "predict the future", let Mrs. Wuchen ask the cause and effect.

Mrs. Jin put down her hands thoughtfully, the negative maid was just about to leave when the communicator rang.

She took out the communicator and hung it by her ear: "It's me, what happened?"

"I'm at the Taoist temple - drive over here immediately! Mrs. Wuchen has been attacked!"

"What? Is the injury serious?"

"It's very serious. One sword directly severed the tendons of both feet, and the other pierced through the back of the waist, visually injuring the internal organs. If the medical system on the island is not good, you may need to contact the medical ship docked in Hong Kong, or send it to the hospital urgently. Go back to China!"

"Where's the murderer?!"

"I didn't find it, so be sure to pay attention to the safety of others! My suggestion is to immediately escort Mr. Big and the others to the fleet docking area!"