After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

222.

I woke up limp from bed.

Unlike the previous times when I woke up refreshed, today I just feel dizzy and my limbs are so weak that I can hardly even lift my fingers.

This, is this the sequelae after signing the contract...

I sighed silently.

Starting today, I, Shiina Saki, is also a horse monkey shochu, no, a god judge.

I chewed these words over and over again.

Judge.

The one who judges the gods.

I feel that this name is more secondary than the magical girl...

I struggled to sit up from the bed, and after getting out of the warm blanket, what I did last night suddenly became clear.

After proposing me to be the interrogator, Fu Sangshen seemed extremely excited.

Without saying a word, Sankaiyue got up and took me to Wanyezakura to sign the contract, and then took me back to the repair pool, and taught me how to repair swords by hand.

I am learning now and selling now, trying to control the output of spiritual power and returning the five tigers to repair.

Almost at the moment when the last crack on the dagger disappeared, Wu Hutui opened his eyes and regained his sober consciousness, even the tattered little military uniform on his body was restored to its original appearance.

Hey, there is no delay at all, this is too silky.

As a beginner of spiritual power, I immediately got over my head and started volunteering to repair all the blades manually.

After hearing my ambitious words, Sanriyue's expression froze, and then told me that he didn't recommend doing this.

But how could I, who was already at the top, listen to other people's advice?

so I

Really repaired all the remaining five blades.

I'm so stupid, really.

I didn't think about a possibility for a second before I started to repair it.

That is, the spiritual power consumption of repairing the short sword is different from that of fighting the sword and Taidao.

The Fu Sangshen who played last night were Sankaiyue, Yamato Shou'an, Yizheng in the first phase, five tigers retreating, being quilted and Ranto Shiro.

I took up the challenge with confidence, without thinking about the consequences of doing so.

At the beginning, everyone was very hesitant, and no one planned to take out a knife and ask me to repair it.

I was so full of ambition that I suddenly felt distrusted.

So I started directly from the victim and forcibly repaired them one by one.

When I was repaired, I had a smile on my face and a smile in my heart.

I had a smile on my face when I was restoring stability, and I felt a little tired in my heart.

During the first phase of the recovery, I had no expression on my face, my heart was very numb, and my arms began to become sore.

When it was repaired to the crescent moon, I didn't want to talk anymore.

I don't know if it's my illusion, I think I even have tinnitus.

After repairing all the wounded, I felt what collapse was for the first time.

My arms are no longer my arms, they are more like two intuitive plasticine hanging on my side, unable to exert any strength.

Suddenly feeling a deep sleepiness swept over me, I sat on the bench in the restoration room, leaning my back against the wall, and closed my eyes inexplicably.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear someone calling my name.

Uh, is it back?

Still chaos?

It's a pity that I really don't have the energy to raise my eyelids again to confirm who the person in front of me is.

I will definitely not be so reckless next time.

The second this thought came to my mind, I was plunged into boundless darkness.

Then, he woke up in his own bed.

This feeling of overdrawing physical strength in a dream and then affecting the physical condition in reality is really too bad.

I resisted the feeling of muscle weakness all over my body, lifted the quilt and got up to wash up.

223.

I, suddenly found myself making a mistake.

I was just making the bed, but suddenly my eyes were attracted by something.

I took a closer look.

dry.

It's an amulet for Mr. Chuya.

I actually forgot to give it to Mr. Chuya!And Mr. Nakaya didn't mention it at the time, I don't know if he forgot it.

The hand holding Mimoru trembled slightly.

Sure enough, just put it in your backpack.

What if I run into Mr. Nakaya by chance when I go out for a walk in a few days!

Thinking of this, I put the small ommori into the innermost layer of the backpack.

224.

A few days have passed since the interview.

In the past few days, Mr. Nakaya and I have been using HAT to communicate.

Although the contact information has been exchanged, since we have been in contact with this software for three or four months, we decided to keep this habit.

One for convenience, and one for the fact that I've never seen anyone use the software.

Whenever I ask Xianchong around me if he has ever used a software called HAT, the other person's expression will suddenly become weird, and then he will show an expression of "what are you talking about?"

So as time went by, I knew that this software was probably a secret base for me and Mr. Nakaya.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Mr. Nakaya actually has to work overtime on Saturday!Black-hearted boss!

I was surprised by the last message sent by Mr. Nakaya, so I quickly pressed the key, and then sent this sentence.

[Central Plains]: ...No way, I can only do this.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Where's that brother Tie who disobeys discipline?

There was silence for several minutes on the other side.

[Central Plains]: He has other tasks to do.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Oh yell, brother Tie is going to be alone!

[Central Plains]: No way, I have to compete with one and a half peers for something, and even my seniors have been excluded.

Oh, is this the legendary business war!

Stimulate stimulation.

It seems that this must be a big order for the port logistics company to send Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Nakaya's seniors out!

[It's saki, not misaki]: Well, I feel that Mr. Chuya will be busy soon.

[Central Plains]: In a sense, it is like this.

[Zhong Yuan]: At that time, I may not be able to reply to messages frequently.

[It's saki, not misaki]: It doesn't matter, anyway, when I first met Mr. Chuya, there was jet lag in communicating with Mr. Chuya. .

[It's saki not misaki]: I'm used to it!

[It's saki, not misaki]: cat rolling.jpg

225.

Mr. Nakaya is really as he said, he can't reply to my messages often.

No, rather than saying that, it is better to say that Mr. Chuya has completely lost contact.

It seems that this list is unusual.

I looked at the gray profile picture in the dialog box, and simply turned off my phone and threw it aside.

In the short term, Mr. Zhongya probably won't have time to chat online.

I got up and jumped off the sofa, ready to go downstairs to find something to eat and come back.

226.

Just as I tiptoed to the kitchen, I met my grandfather smoking in the living room.

"Is Sahi still asleep? You... cough, cough, cough..."

Before Grandpa finished speaking, he began to cough violently, and even the pipe fell out of his mouth and rolled down to his feet.

I quickly stepped forward to give him Shun Shun Qi.

When Grandpa finally calmed down, I poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over, then picked up the pipe lying on the carpet.

"How many cigarettes has Grandpa smoked recently?"

I frowned and asked a little dissatisfied.

I waved to my grandpa, who was always honest with me, as if he wanted to fish in troubled waters to fool him.

So I just avoided his hand trying to get the pipe and hid it behind me.

Grandpa looked up at me with puzzled eyes as if he was questioning me.

"Grandpa has been smoking too much recently. Dad told you to quit smoking before. It seems that grandpa didn't listen at all!"

The old man reached out and touched his chin.

"Everyone has reached this age, and it is naturally much more difficult to correct the problem than you young people."

He said with a face of course.

Oh, this is really grandpa's big double-standard scene.

Obviously, he poured chicken soup on me before and told me that it is never too late to start changing.Now it's me, but there are some things that can't be changed because of my age.

I put my hands on my hips and announced very seriously: "Tomorrow, I will accompany you to the medical examination, grandpa! Please prepare the required documents, there is no room for negotiation on this matter!"

A few years ago, the doctor said that grandpa should smoke less.Unexpectedly, over the past few years, grandpa's addiction to smoking has become more and more serious, and he himself has no intention of changing at all!

[Everyone has reached this age, shouldn't they live a little more happily? 】

Grandpa once raised his beard and said so confidently.

227.

In order to ensure that grandpa would not run away, I got up early and blocked the door of grandpa's room with my bag.

Then I saw Grandpa wrapped in a coat and sneaking out of the house.

Woow, I bumped into the old man face to face.

To prevent making any noise, Grandpa didn't even wear slippers.

I looked at the way he shrank with slippers in his hands and stepped on the floor in cashmere socks, and I felt quite helpless.

Then I said with a straight face and a very firm tone: "Let's go!"

Grandpa showed an annoyed expression after being caught. He angrily threw the slippers on the ground, and then walked downstairs while moaning.

"What's the use of going to the hospital! This is looking for something to do when there is nothing to do!"

I changed my shoes and opened the door, looking back at grandpa who was putting on shoes.

"It's not a good thing to avoid diseases and doctors, grandpa!"

Grandpa kicked his legs hard, then walked out with his hands behind his back and his head raised.

Oh, very imposing Grandpa.Those who didn't know thought you were going to die generously.

228.

For as long as I can remember, Grandpa has hated doctors.

Therefore, even hospitals and pharmacies are hated together.

When I was young, I heard my grandfather talk about this matter. When I asked why, my grandfather's expression suddenly became angry.

"It's all because of a black-hearted doctor! Black-hearted doctor! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't hate doctors so much!"

I still remember the gritted teeth expression of grandpa.

229.

There are surprisingly few people in the hospital today.

Fortunately, I made an appointment a week in advance.

When Grandpa looked at me and said "The appointment is made", his whole expression became visibly ferocious to the naked eye.

"Saxi, so all of this was premeditated?"

I took the appointment slip and smiled kindly at my grandpa: "How come, I just remembered it a while ago."

Grandpa let out a cold snort and ignored me. It wasn't until the guiding nurse came that he said vaguely, "I want to eat nigiri sushi rolls."

"Got it. I'll go buy it now."

In a sense, grandpa is more like a child.

230.

The next time I choose a hospital, I will no longer use distance from home as a criterion.

Although this hospital is only a ten-minute drive away from my grandfather's house, there is not even an ordinary shop around.

Oh, you can't say no.

There's a maid coffee shop over the corner that's closed today.

I looked at the sky silently, thinking about my grandfather's stubborn temper.

Hmm, I don't think buying a small cake from a coffee shop can fool me.

No choice but to check now.

I took out my phone and started searching for nearby Japanese grocery stores on the map.

Oh, what a coincidence!

There is one at the end of this street!

I estimated the time and thought that the time for grandpa to check should be enough for me to go back and forth.

It seems that this is the only way to do it.

231.

I was halfway there when a loud bang caught my attention.

this voice? !

Could it be that some wall has come down? !

I ran a few steps forward quickly, trying to find out.

Ok?

Am I dazzled?

Otherwise, why did I see a flying figure?

and many more.

That figure looks familiar.

The person standing under the steps looks familiar too.

I took a closer look.

This, isn't this Mr. Chuya and Mr. Ranpo!

What are they doing!

I saw Mr. Ranpo holding up a book with great momentum, and then he seemed to ask some questions.

In the next second, Mr. Chuya's expression froze.

My expression also froze.

I saw that Mr. Chuya jumped up from the ground very anti-gravity first, and then when his fist was about to land on Edogawa Ranpo's head, he was blocked by the book.

To be precise, he was sucked in by that book.

I saw that half of Mr. Nakaya's arm was missing from the beautifully bound book, and at the same time the book suddenly began to shine brightly.

Something like a golden ribbon burst out from the pages of the book, floating in mid-air, and I could even see faint white writing on it.

What the hell is this!

It's too magical, isn't it?

So why can a book suck people in? Hey!And this book is still shining!

No matter how I think about it, this is obviously against my common sense.

Could it be that the world has unknowingly evolved into this look?

I suddenly became jittery all over, and threw out all the complaints in my head.

No, the most important thing now is to get Mr. Chuya out as soon as possible!

Without thinking, I rushed forward and grabbed Mr. Chuya's arm.

Both Edogawa Ranpo and Mr. Nakaya were shocked by my appearance.

The former opened his eyes instantly, while the latter's expression could even be called frightened.

"Hey, you bastard—"

"Why did you run out—"

Their two voices overlapped.

what?

Why can't I pull Mr. Nakaya's arm?

I suddenly discovered a blind spot.

However, I have run out of time to react.

Because in the next second, I was sucked in by that book and fell into darkness.

dry.

These are my last moments of sobriety.

232.

"Miss--"

"Miss, wake up."

"It's not okay to sleep here, please wake up—"

Um......

who is calling me...

I opened my eyes in a little confusion, but my brain was still in chaos. It took me a while to see the person in front of me clearly.

An ordinary waiter.

The one with the white shirt and black vest.

As soon as I woke up, the other party showed a just right smile, and he handed me a warm towel with a clip.

"The dinner party is about to start, please go to the party quickly, miss."

ha?

dinner?

What dinner?

I was stunned, and before I had time to ask a question, I watched the waiter leave the scene helplessly.

This......

I looked blankly at the towel in my hand, then looked around again.

Good retro European style.

But wasn't I still on the streets of Yokohama just now?

Am I really sucked into the book? !

My expression suddenly became terrified.

No way, does it mean that I can only exist in this book as an npc for the rest of my life?

Overwhelmed with shock, I buried my face in a warm towel.

After holding my breath for a while, I raised my head abruptly.

The hot and humid temperature on my face is gradually dissipating. This alternating feeling of hot and cold makes me sober and calm.

If I'm here, then Nakaya-san and Edogawa Ranpo should be here too.

Anyway, let's go to that so-called banquet first and see if we can find them.

Thinking of this, I put the towel on the tea table and walked out of the room.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I just ran into someone who was going to a party.

So he just went with her.

233.

Halfway through I found out I was on a cruise ship.

On a cruise ship comparable to the Titanic.

And it's still winter outside.

The woman leading the way was wearing a gorgeous evening gown, with layers of tassels adorning the white gold skirt, which swayed as she walked, drawing graceful arcs in mid-air.

My gaze moved up and then fell on the fox fur coat that the woman was wearing.

That dress looks very warm.

I looked down at my attire.

Shorts T-shirt canvas shoes.

That's great, Saki Shiina.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help shivering.

I feel like I'm going to freeze to death inside this book...

But having said that, I obviously seem to be very out of place with everything here, has no one noticed this?

Why do they all behave so naturally, as if I am a member of this book? !

234.

It wasn't until I followed the woman in the fringed skirt to the banquet scene that I realized just how childish and naive the idea of ​​finding an acquaintance was.

There are at least a thousand people in this venue, not to mention those on the deck.

I looked at the dense crowd and didn't know what to do for a while.

When I finally came back to my senses, I suddenly found that the woman in the fringed skirt who had just led me the way had disappeared.

How to do.

Endless panic suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart. Looking at the strange faces in front of me, I felt that my palms had begun to ooze cold sweat.

I stood there in a daze, but I didn't know who pushed me from behind suddenly.

I was squeezed into the crowd because of this.

Whoa.

This, what can I do!

In the crowd, I can say that I have completely lost the ability to walk independently.

I was squeezed in the middle of this group of carnival men and women, and I could barely touch the ground with my toes.

I looked at those similar faces, and the fear in my heart was even worse.

Like a dummy.

Or a programmed robot.

I felt that all the strength in my body was taken away in an instant.

I, who was still competing with the crowd, suddenly relaxed, and began to be pushed harder to the center of the dance floor.

235.

A powerful force stopped me.

I felt someone grabbed my collar and pulled me out of the crowd with force.

"Cough, cough, cough!" I clutched my neck and coughed out of breath.

After I managed to calm down and breathe well, I finally saw the person in front of me clearly.

"Mr. Chuya!"

Mr. Nakaya frowned, and stood in front of me with his hands folded in displeasure.

Contrary to my surprise, he looked like a beast that could explode at any time and slap me to death.

Seeing that I was slowing down, Mr. Nakaya picked me up again and led me away from the banquet.

"Huh? Mr. Chuya?"

I made a noise for no reason, but Mr. Nakaya just grabbed my arm without saying a word, and dragged me into a room very forcefully.

Closing the door, the noise of the banquet seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and it was instantly isolated.

The continuous sound of laughter and playing music came into my ears dimly.And I don't know why, but in this situation, I just feel that Mr. Chuya and I breathe more clearly to each other.

Even clearer than in a completely quiet room.

Mr. Chuya stood in front of me silently, his eyes were as gloomy as the sky that was brewing a storm, I saw that even the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line.

Well.

It seems that Mr. Nakaya is really, really angry.

I put back my usual [hippie smiling face], and stood in front of him honestly.

"Mr. Chuya?"

I whispered his name again.

Seeing me like this, Mr. Nakaya seemed to suppress the anger in his heart.

He let out a heavy breath: "You shouldn't have followed."

"But Mr. Nakaya is in danger, right? I can't sit idly by."

I said it with a sense of course.

The next second I heard Mr. Nakaya sneer.

"You guys don't think about the consequences at all, do you? Huh??"

Was discovered.

What a keen intuition, Mr. Nakaya.

I silently lowered my head and started fiddling with my fingers.

My actions, which can be regarded as [default], undoubtedly angered Mr. Chuya, and the anger that had been suppressed just now seemed to burst out in an instant.

He reached out and scratched his hair, and began to pace back and forth in this small room.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from strange people?!"

"Why are you so disobedient?"

I watched him jumping in anger, and said very seriously and sincerely: "Why are Mr. Chuya and Mr. Ranpo strange people? The bandage monster I met last time can be called weird, right?"

Mr. Chuya was suddenly at a loss for words.

Even the restless pace stopped.He looked at me with an expression mixed with helplessness and hatred.

Then his eyes fell on my bare/exposed thighs and arms.

Originally, I stood where I was going to accept Mr. Chuya's teachings, but I saw him spare me and walk aside, and opened the wardrobe door engraved with complicated patterns.

He rummaged through it, picked out a white fox fur coat and threw it at me.

"Put it on."

I hugged the soft fox fur coat tightly, showing a hesitant look: "Well, isn't this not so good? After all, this is someone else's wardrobe..."

Mr. Nakaya frowned, and slammed the cabinet door back again.

"It's just something in a speculative novel. It will recover by itself after you leave."

Ok?

Did Mr. Chuya just say that this dress is something from a mystery novel?

Does that mean—

I turned my shocked gaze to Mr. Chuya, who clicked his tongue irritably.

"That's right, we are now in a speculative novel. We were tricked by that kind of guy...Damn it."

I can't take it anymore.

When Ah Gang's head was burning, I comforted myself, this is just an unusual daily routine, it's not a big deal.

When I dreamed about Honmaru in my dreams, I comforted myself that this was just an overly real dream, nothing serious.

And now, I'm sucked into a mystery novel.

I raised my hand without hesitation and pinched myself,

"it hurts!"

With too much force, I accidentally exhaled in pain.

Mr. Chuya showed a rather confused expression: "What are you doing?"

I slammed myself into the big soft bed beside me as if I gave up on myself, and covered my face with my hands.

"I'm trying to make myself accept this magical reality."

My whole body was trapped in the thick and soft woolen blanket, and I vaguely heard Mr. Chuya sigh, and then the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor, soft fur fell from the sky on my head, and buried me completely Strictly. ! !

I reached out and lifted a corner of the fur coat, exposing my eyes.

Mr. Nakaya was leaning against the railing at the end of the bed, his outstretched forearm hadn't had time to retract.

"So why did we enter the mystery novel? What were you doing with Edogawa Ranpo?"

I stood up straight from the bed, and wrapped the coat around me by the way.

This room is too cold, I can't hold it anymore, as expected, warmth is king.

The hem of this coat is so long that it almost reaches my ankles.My whole body was wrapped in this soft clothes, and suddenly I felt the temperature of my stiff legs slowly rising, and even the blood began to flow again.

I grabbed the railing at the end of the bed and moved over, facing Mr. Nakaya.

He showed a very embarrassed expression after hearing my question.

Could it be that there is some ulterior secret...

Such a conjecture suddenly arose in my mind.

Mr. Chuya's eyes drifted away for a moment, and then fell on my face again.

I tilted my head, waiting for his explanation.

Then, it seemed like a decision had been made.

Mr. Chuya's tone was solemn as if he was making a promise: "It's a supernatural power. This is a supernatural power that can bring people into novels."

I hold my breath.

After Mr. Nakaya finished speaking, he became very nervous all of a sudden, and it could be seen from his eyes how embarrassed he was.

Those beautiful blue eyes stared intently at my expression, as if not wanting to miss the slightest change.

When I held my breath and stepped back tactically, Mr. Chuya's eyes visibly panicked.

He gripped the railing nervously, and his body, which had been leaning against the end of the bed, suddenly stood up straight.

I even saw him swallow.

Um?Mr. Nakaya is so nervous about this matter?

This is obviously just a different ability, isn't it?I am a god judge who has signed a contract!

Thinking of this, I sucked in a breath of air-conditioning even harder.

Then Nakaya Matsuri jumped up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

Oh, it's fried.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

236.

After I laughed out loud, Mr. Nakaya realized later that I did it on purpose.

So all the panic, tension, and confusion turned into anger.

"Hey! How did you become like that mackerel!"

Oh, it feels like Mr. Chuya's pigtails are going to fly into the sky.

The orange cat in the hat is still blowing.

Hmm, I feel like Mr. Ya is really going to lose his temper in the midst of teasing him.

I hurriedly went to pat him with a smile: "It's just a supernatural ability, what can't I say?"

As if surprised by my unresponsive reaction, Mr. Nakaya opened his mouth for a long time, and finally spit out a sentence: "That's right, your words will definitely not be strange."

Um?Do you remember the magical daily life I told him before?

I waved my hand and said, "I, Shiina Saki, am not an ordinary person. Magic or something is a daily routine for me!"

"So—" I changed the subject and continued to ask, "Does Mr. Chuya have any special abilities?"

Mr. Nakaya fiddled with his hat uncomfortably, and then spit out a sentence quickly.

Um?What?

cat frowning.jpg

"Mr. Chuya, please don't fish in troubled waters."

I said seriously.

Mr. Nakaya lowered his head as if giving up, and even his hand holding on to the railing slipped off.

"In filthy sorrow."

"Ok?"

"In filthy sorrow!"

Mr. Chuya suddenly raised his head, the dim light in the room shone on his face, but I could still clearly see the thin layer of red on it.

Are you... shy?

I looked up at Mr. Nakaya, and he showed an expression that only a tsundere lady would have.

I kept my face calm, but my heart was already screaming like a groundhog.

turn out to be!Mr. Chuya is like this!

so! ! !Easily shy!

I thought that Mr. Nakaya, who is a senior social animal, has already learned to hide his emotions through the struggle!

Cough, somehow I think it's kind of cute.

237.

"Dirty sorrow? The name is very good! What is the main ability?"

I praised it sincerely, and then I saw that Mr. Nakaya seemed to be relieved.

His expression returned to normal, and then he replied, "Gravity."

I nodded, oh, gravity.

"and many more--"

I suddenly thought of something.

"If we were here, wouldn't Mr. Ranbu follow in too!"

The words Mr. Ranpo seemed to be some kind of trigger word. I saw Mr. Nakaya's face darken quickly, and the shyness just now disappeared instantly.

He said, "The guy is out."

"Huh?" I was shocked, "Mr. Ranpo has already gone out? So there is a way to get out?!"

Since this is the case, what are you waiting for!I don't want to continue blowing the sea breeze here, not to mention grandpa is still waiting for me in the hospital!

"The condition for getting out of this mystery novel is to find the murderer. That guy's supernatural power is super reasoning, and he can know the truth of the matter at a glance."

what? !

Is there such a useful ability?

No, Mr. Ranpo's ability is not the focus now.

"In this case, let's find out the truth of the current incident! This novel is a mystery novel, so it should be about finding the murderer?"

I said this sentence full of expectations, but Mr. Nakaya froze there as if he had suddenly choked.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and then told me, "There are more than 1000 people on this cruise ship, and half of them are killers/people/demons."

"Saki, this is not realistic."

He let out a long sigh.

238.

The atmosphere turned cold all of a sudden, but at this moment I discovered another blind spot.

It doesn't matter, but I still care a lot.

"Speaking of which, why did Nakaya-san confront Ranpo-san?"

Mr. Chuya was strangely silent.

A small light bulb suddenly lit up in my head.

Should it be—

"Could it be that Mr. Ranpo is your half-peer?!"

I screamed out.

239.

Mr. Chuya nodded silently.

what? !

Port Logistics Company and Armed Detective Agency...

What kind of half-peer is this!

"Our company's business scope is relatively broad..."

Mr. Chuya seemed to be uttering these words with great difficulty.

what.

Are you not a businessman?

Has the business war these years become a physical business war?

It's really hardcore.

240.

"So, since finding a murderer is unrealistic, how can we leave the world in the book?"

"I'm going to beat them all."

Ok? ? ?

Boy, your thoughts are dangerous.

My face was full of black question marks, and then I raised my hand weakly: "Hit again? Mr. Nakaya, are you sure? There are more than 1000 people, and half of them are murderers."

Mr. Nakaya nodded with certainty.

"The plot hasn't started yet, which means we're safe for the time being. I'll find you a hiding place first, and go straight to beat people after the incident."

As expected of Mr. Chuya.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the hardcore business war just now was nothing.

In other words, there is a feeling of [it should be like this].

I gathered my baggy coat, then stood up and patted Mr. Nakaya on the shoulder.

"If this is the case, I feel that I may not live to beat you to the last person."

Mr. Chuya's eyes told me that he has several question marks now.

I gave a very loving smile.

"Half of them are murderers, Mr. Chuya."

I made a sound of wanting to live.

"Let me go with you."

241.

Mr. Nakaya still thinks that I should hide it and wait for him to finish killing the thousand people.

So why is he so confident in his beating skills.

He's obviously an ordinary office worker, isn't he?

and......

I glanced up and down sadly at Mr. Nakaya's petite and frail figure.

In terms of height, Mr. Nakaya is only five centimeters taller than me.

In terms of weight, I don't think Mr. Chuya may be heavier than me.

Look at the shape again——

Mr. Nakaya's arms are only a little thicker than mine.

I feel more anxious.

Although I don't know whether Zhong Ye insisted not to take me out of protecting me, or simply because I was worried that I would be hindered by being a pig teammate, I am very grateful to him for such a gentleman's behavior and his courage to face the predicament alone.

So I once again declined his proposal.

I folded my arms around my chest, raised my chin slightly, and quietly watched what else he could say.

And Mr. Nakaya is not someone who would give up easily, so he opened his mouth again.

Then there was a piercing scream