Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

"I sell my country's treasures, will you look down on me?"

Atayal stood far away trembling, at the end of the carpet, under the long black robe, only the white feet covered with scars were exposed, and when she lowered her head, the messy black hair finally fell out from under the scarf.

"No... no, Sheykh... please..."

"Please…"

"No, although you said you couldn't, you must be scolding me in your heart, right?" The gentleman who was polite just now suddenly calmed down, and his indifferent pupils were empty.

Ornate and colorful chandeliers illuminate the somewhat empty living room.

"Kneel down and crawl over!"

Thick fingers tapped on his knees. In the old place, in the third drawer of the coffee table, a simple firearm that was modified to shoot needles was placed there.

Under the blood-stained handle, there are several large bags of specially-made needles, one inch long and extremely thin.

In Sheikh's view, such a light shot does not cause full penetrating damage - presumably?

It will only let the needle stick into the flesh, and then this woman who looks down on herself has to go out with the needle buried deep in the flesh.

For example, go to her favorite library to stand all morning?Maybe even buy some cheese on the way.

reading?

The book has a shit, hypocritical female bitch.

"Your Majesty!"

Kneeling tremblingly, the dog-like black robe with head low, knees as legs, palms propped on the carpet, crawled step by step towards Mr. Sheikh who was stretched out on the sofa.

"Good dog."

Sheikh grinned, and raised Tai Ya's chin with an index finger: "30 years old, these years, do you hate me?"

The man talking to himself didn't want to get any answers. He looked affectionately at the woman lying at his feet like a dog, and with his rough palms, he stroked her face, her neck, her ears—every inch of skin , bulging scars.

"You're so beautiful, Taiya..."

"I want you to be my wife forever..."

With tears in her eyes, the woman shook her head frantically: "No, no...don't do this..."

She saw the man's hand and reached for the gun.

Chapter 210 Chapter 8 Octagonal Box

Then one night, Miss Taiya came again.

Still in the black robe, the whole person was tightly wrapped, limping.Her exposed eyes were red and swollen like a frog short of water, and she was very cautious when knocking on the door.

Sen Yuesha yawned and opened the door for Tai Ya, but the woman stayed at the door for a while, refusing to come in.Then, after she handed Sen Yuesha a small box, she stumbled and disappeared into the night.

The box seemed to be many years old, and the corners were severely worn. After shaking it slightly by the ear, the rustling sound of gravel could still be heard vaguely.

"Give it to you, when you leave, please take it back to your country."

"And... thank you."

"Goodbye."

Since then, Mori Yuesha has never seen Miss Taiya again.

Later, the police came.

…………

Bang bang bang!

Bang!

"anyone there?"

Shouts came to my ears.

Mori Yuesha raised her head, and from here she could walk through the garden and see a little bit of the main entrance of the museum.

Three men in black clothes were stopping at the main entrance with a cold expression on their faces. They were walking around in large numbers while carefully putting their ears into the door, listening carefully to the movement inside.

"Open the door!"

"police!"

Bang bang bang!

He slammed on the door very hard.

Mori Yuesha put down her brush and ran out with her skirt.

"Terrence!"

The girl happened to meet the curator who had just come down from the second floor.

"There's a knock at the door."

"Yes, I heard, and I'm not deaf."

Bang bang bang!

"Open the door!!"

Terrence narrowed his eyes, and his old voice was full of irritation: "You have to wait for someone to come over? This is a museum, gentlemen!"

The yelling silenced the door.

"Really...ever since the war, strange people have come to my door every day...Fortunately, my heart is still healthy..."

Wearing a black half-height cap, Terrence strode to the door and opened the lock.

"It's closed today, you—"

A black document almost hit the old man's face.

"police."

Mori Yuesha leaned on the silver knight's armor with her hands behind her back, fiddled with the small iron pieces at the hem of the armor with her fingers, making a rattling sound.

"police…"

"police!"

The three rushed forward, the leader controlled Terrence, and the remaining two held their waists, and began to look at the situation in the hall - and soon saw Sen Yuesha who was doing nothing to watch the excitement.

"I am the curator, I am the curator of this museum!" Terrence waved his arms, trying to strengthen his persuasion: "You can't just break in like this!"

"Actually, we can." The leading policeman had a long nose with a big lump on the tip of his nose, brown skin, and thick and black eyebrows.

When the man looked at Terrence and Sen Yuesha, he had a condescending, eagle-hunting demeanor.

He is watching.

"name?"

"Terrence."

"What about you?"

"Sen Yuesha."

After putting away the ID, the sheriff took out a piece of paper from his waist and held it up front so that everyone, old and young, could see it clearly.

"Have you seen this man?"

Terrence and Mori Yuesha were puzzled.

"Her name is Taiya. We found her body yesterday on Fourth Khanmut Street."

Mori Yuesha shrugged, and under the vigilant eyes of the two sheriff's deputies, she reached out to her waist with great fanfare - and took out a tightly wrapped small toffee.

A small yellow flower was printed on the ivory envelope.

Tear it open and stuff it in your mouth.

The girl puffed her cheeks and said, "Corpse? What does this have to do with us?"

Years of police career gave this sheriff a wealth of experience. He seemed to be sure of something, his chest heaved greatly, he exhaled, folded the paper in his hand, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Because the cause of death of the deceased has not been determined, so..." The light brown-skinned sheriff had an uneasy expression. He stared at Terrence for a while, and found that the elderly curator only cared about his lush beard. In addition, there is no particular sense of tension, and the eyes are fixed on himself.

Then, he moved his gaze to Mori Yuesha again - he moved away after two seconds.

This is a noble lady, a minor noble lady, there is no need to waste time.

The sheriff brushed off his cuffs, and patted the gun holster on his waist in a demonstration, making a vibrating sound like leather driving metal buzzing.

"According to our investigation, Taiya often visited your museum before her death?"

Terrence subconsciously looked at Mori Yuesha.

He knew that for a long time, Evelyn and Mori Yuesha were in charge of the big bookshelf.He is too old, but not as smart as those two girls, and has a good memory. He didn't expect such a thing to involve Xiaolin.

Mori Yuesha put her hands behind her back, and the silver knight's armor clattered.

"Yes."

Mori Yuesha nodded generously.

"That's right, Eve and I are usually in charge of book matters."

"Eve?"

The sheriff's thick eyebrows gathered together, "Where is she?"

Mori Yuesha shrugged and shook her skirt a few times: "Go shopping, Mr. Sheriff."

The sheriff shrugged his big nose a few times, and the musty smell penetrated his nostrils, making him sneeze.

"Hey, your place is full of...damn, what kind of smell."

Terrence stroked his beard with a contemptuous expression of 'you are uneducated': "That is the breath of history."

"I'm not joking with you, old guy." The sheriff's stubby eyebrows frowned: "Mr. Sheikh suspects that the deceased was robbed before his death. Do you know what that means?"

Sen Yuesha knocked on the tip of her small leather shoe, and made a crisp sound of 'da da': "Xie He... sir, who is it?"

The sheriff turned his head: "The husband of the deceased."

Oh…