King of 25 Cubs

After walking into the women's toilet, I was dumbfounded.

I forgot that the women's restroom is not the same as the men's restroom, there are only cubicles in the women's restroom!

Fyodor pulled his arm hard, but he didn't pull it out, so he looked at me indifferently: "Why, do you still want to go into the same cubicle with me? Sister, sister?"

"... Cough, let's forget it."

I let go of my hand silently, watching him naturally push open a compartment door and walk in.

It was so natural, so natural that he seemed to be a woman.

I failed to trap Fyodor, so I had no choice but to leave the bathroom regretfully, but I didn’t go far, just quietly guarding outside the door, looking for opportunities to make trouble.

As a result, no one came out of the bathroom after watching for a long time, so I could only knock on the door again: "Umm...Fyodova, why don't you come out? Did you fall into the toilet?"

The people inside didn't speak.

I blinked my eyes in doubt, and suddenly thought of some possibility: "Could it be that you forgot to bring the paper?!"

Although the other party was silent for a long time this time, he finally spoke: "The spare paper tube in the compartment has been used up."

From this sentence, I seem to hear the lingering embarrassment hidden in the pretended calm.

I pressed the corners of my lips, and pressed down the raised arc with external force.

"Don't you know that there is no spare paper in the women's toilet here?"

Fyodor in the compartment was silent again.

Since he didn't know, he should usually go to the men's toilet.

Imagining Fyodor sneaking into the men's room in a tiny skirt, I cleared my throat and said, "I don't have any extra paper, how about I get some for you?"

Without waiting for his response, I immediately ran outside the washroom and hung the under-repair sign on the door.

By the way, I also hacked Fyodor's cell phone, so that he couldn't make calls.

As for whether his current technical level can break the barrier I set up, I think there is a high probability that he will not be able to. We can still fight in eight years.

So now, unless he yells "I didn't bring paper" in the bathroom and let the sound spread outside, he will just stay in the toilet until the cleaners go in and find him.

Of course, if he has money in his pocket, he can also use banknotes!

I was very happy to have managed to trap Fyodor in the toilet.I kept this joy until I got back to work—

At the door of No. 1 ICU, there were several medical staff, and a bed covered with a white cloth was slowly being pushed out of the ward.

I paused, and the smile on my face faded—it is disrespectful to the dead to smile on such occasions.

I continued to walk forward with a blank expression, and passed by the person pushing the hospital bed.

Walking into the intensive care unit No. 1, I quickly scanned around - 3 beds were vacant. It was the uncle who missed the vacation with his boyfriend in Hawaii and passed away.

Not long after I opened this door in the morning, he also said that he was about to go to heaven to reunite with his lover.

The doctors and nurses present were very experienced, and they were used to such scenes. They quickly packed up the first-aid equipment and replaced the bed with new sheets and bedding.

Even the patients in the ward are accustomed to it.

That's right, all the people living in ICU No. 1 live next to death.

Like them, I don’t have any deep feelings. After all, witnessing dead people, or even killing people by myself, is also a common thing for me.

However, there seemed to be something extra in the pockets of the white coats of the doctors and nurses, which attracted my attention.

It seemed to be colorful cardboard, looking gaudy.

When they left the ward in silence, the two-bed grandma wearing a fleece hat hooked her fingers at me: "Maria, come here."

I walked over and asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

With trembling fingers, the old lady took out a few hand-painted cards from under the pillow: "This is a gift from Warren, who has three beds, to all the volunteers who helped him. There is a tradition in this ward, and every patient will make a greeting card in advance. After his death, he was handed over by the patient to the staff who helped him, to thank everyone for their care."

I froze for a moment and didn't pick it up for a moment.

This is the card in the pocket of the medical staff just now?

She couldn't help but put the stack of greeting cards into my hand: "You can pass it to the staff for him. Oh, your card is also in it."

I showed a dazed expression: "I just came in the morning, is there any?"

"Because he knew he didn't have much time, he was doing it during his lunch break."

The 2-bed grandmother shook her head: "Unfortunately, he left without finishing the painting."

I silently found my half-finished greeting card.

It was a piece of silver cardboard with fine glitter, like moonlight, with a little girl with white hair and red eyes drawn in the center.

The person who made the greeting card is obviously not very good at drawing, the strokes are very clumsy, the characters are out of shape, and the expressions are simple, but the "bald" feature is well grasped, the little girl's hair looks a bit short...

I couldn't help touching my head.

Since I just came back from time travel, this hair has lost almost half of it.

Tsk, the hot chicken ability ruined my youth.

After a short errand, my attention returned to the greeting card.

On the top of the silver cardboard, there are cartoon characters daubed with colored pens, and the Russian words "Wish Maria" are written in cute and fat fonts, and it disappears halfway through.

The maker of this greeting card, the last thing he did in his life was to send me his blessing.

It's a pity that what the complete blessing is, I can no longer ask.

It would be nice if I came back sooner.

I sighed in my heart, remembering the name "Warren", bent the corners of my lips, and said to the grandmother, "I will keep it well."

No one asked me to do anything in the afternoon, whether it was dancing or singing or telling stories.

"It won't be later than tomorrow morning at the latest, and the atmosphere in this ward will return to what it was before... Well, toss me to sing and dance for them and perform acrobatics."

I muttered silently in my heart.

Before I got off work, I distributed the greeting cards to the corresponding staff members. In the end, only the one that belonged to me was left, and Fyodor who was assigned to another ward today... I don’t know if he escaped from the bathroom.

So I sneaked outside that bathroom.

"It's been an afternoon, and you finally think about sending paper?"

A chilly voice came from behind.

I turned my head quickly, and Fyodor was standing not far behind me with his arms folded, with no expression of joy or anger on his face.

I scratched my head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I was called to do very important work suddenly, but I was so busy that I forgot about you."

Fyodor nodded slightly, and let out a slight "hmm" from his nose, he didn't know whether he believed it or not.

I don't think he believed it.

"How did you get out?"

I looked at him and asked curiously.

Fyodor glanced at me coldly: "I said I didn't bring paper, do you really believe that I didn't bring paper?"

I:"……"

Damn it, he don't like me! ?

Wait, it's possible that he really didn't bring the paper, this sentence was just for him to save himself!

So did he bring the paper with him?

While my thoughts were racing, I heard Fyodor's slow voice: "It's about the fact that my mobile phone can't make calls..."

He paused for a moment, and smiled inscrutablely: "It's quite interesting, and it's worth exploring."

I looked back at the past openly, and smiled at him frankly: "Life is not easy, and you can be versatile."

Proper deterrence and warnings are warranted, as I know there is something wrong with Fyodor.I think he must also feel that there is a problem with me, and at the same time, he also knows that I sense that there is a problem with him.

Judging by his attitude towards me eight years later, conflict was inevitable.

After a few words, I handed him the greeting card that belonged to Feodova: "This is from Valen."

He didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows.

"Who is Valen?"

I was silent for a moment, and said: "It's the uncle in bed 3, he passed away at noon today."

"Oh, it's him."

Fyodor said casually, reaching out to take the greeting card away.

I retracted my hand and looked at him suspiciously: "You will keep it well, right?"

The boy's voice was clear and indifferent, with three points of alienation and indifference: "It depends on the situation."

That is to say, if it is convenient, I will bring it, and if it is not convenient, I will throw it away.

I pursed the corners of my lips: "Then let me stay here for now."

Hearing my words, Fyodor looked at me indiscriminately, sneered lightly, said "whatever you want" and left.

I watched his back gradually leave, and after get off work, I handed two greeting cards to Natasha.

I don't know when I will leave. It is more reliable to leave it to Natasha, a careful girl.

Natasha half-stretched her hand, as if hesitating: "This...why leave it to me for safekeeping?"

"I'm not good at organizing things, I'm afraid of losing them, so please."

Natasha took the greeting card, and when she saw the one that belonged to Feodova, her expression became a little strange: "She's not good at tidying up things, either?"

I nodded and said seriously, "Yes."

"It seems that you have a good relationship... okay." Natasha muttered, carefully put the greeting card into the book, and solemnly stuffed the book back into her backpack.

Immediately, her tone was a little sighing: "I have received a stack of such greeting cards. Rather than saying that they are greeting cards, it is better to say that they are the stubs torn from the tickets to heaven."

I didn't answer, and listened quietly to her expressing her feelings.

"The volunteers were all assigned to Ward 1 at the beginning. I think the hospital also has a deep meaning. At first I was very impatient, and I always felt that these patients deliberately made things difficult for me."

Speaking of this, Natasha smiled, with a bit of nostalgia: "Actually, it is true to say that, they are indeed making things difficult on purpose."

"However, it is acceptable to exchange the ticket stub to the kingdom of heaven for the last time in life that is not too willful."

Natasha said in a cheerful tone, and changed the subject accordingly: "By the way, I'm making red cabbage soup tonight, with the new French baguettes from the corner bakery."

That baguette that can be used to hit baseball?

I wrinkled my face: "That bread is very cheap, but it's so hard!"

"So let's make soup at night, don't waste it!"

……

In the next month or so, I received five "Heavenly Kingdom Ticket Stubs" one after another. When I was in the middle of the journey in April, a new volunteer finally took over my job.

I decided to leave the job after Easter.

After all, I wanted to monitor Fyodor at the beginning, but I didn’t expect him to leave the Maria Hospital for the Poor in mid-March and disappeared, so there was no need for me to stay here.

It's just that there were no new volunteers at the time, and ICU No. 1 couldn't transfer manpower, so I decided to wait another month.

On Easter Day, the hospital organized a small dance party. After all, this is a charity hospital for the poor.

Before the banquet started, Natasha suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh, I left the Easter eggs for the patients in the orphanage!"

I stood up: "I'll accompany you back—"

"No need." Natasha quickly pushed me back: "I'll take it myself."

She left in such a hurry and didn't come back until the banquet started.

"Could it be that the easter egg can't be found? Who stole it?"

I was just about to call to ask her if she couldn't find the easter egg, when there was a loud noise outside the hospital.

"boom!"

Where did it explode! ?

I suddenly turned my head and looked out of the window. Others were also attracted by the sound and stopped what they were doing.

The loud noise came from the direction of the orphanage. Through the glass window, I even saw gray smoke and flames hovering over the orphanage.

I stood up from my seat and ran out of the hall where the dance was held.When I saw the house from a distance that was so different from before, I stopped running suddenly, my legs were as heavy as lead, and I didn't take another step forward.

When I left in the morning, the house was still intact, and now it is half collapsed.

In the end, I took a deep breath of the air that smelled of gunpowder smoke, slowly raised my feet and walked over, breaking through the crowd of onlookers and squeezing to the front.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er fell at the door, with bullet holes in their fur. No obvious gunshots were heard before, indicating that the assailant was wearing a silencer.

With a silencer, I didn't want to make a big noise, but in the end, I didn't know what happened, and woke up the whole town.

The bullet hole is not an ordinary hunting gun, and the caliber does not match.

"Gangster."

The word popped into my mind instantly.

I retracted my gaze and did not continue to approach the ruins.

I think the dean and the group of children should be buried under the rubble.

Even if rescue is performed now, some people will die.

"It's a pity that your sister, if she doesn't come back to get the eggs, maybe she can save her life."

At some point, Fyodor, who had disappeared for nearly a month, reappeared and said behind me.

I didn't look back, and asked quietly: "What did you do?"

He didn't answer me, but said in a half-smile tone: "Have you heard of the 'Rat of the Dead House'?"

I didn't seem to hear what he said, so I asked again, with a slightly tight voice: "What did you do?"

"You were the one who made the call to the police." Fyodor used a declarative sentence: "I'm curious. We had no relationship before, so why did you know my name and imitate my voice?"

He smiled and said in a cool voice, "Where have you seen me?"

I didn't answer him, turned my head, and asked word by word: "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, it's just a time bomb and a transmitter buried underground in the orphanage."

"Why do this?"

Fyodor tilted his head.

"I have investigated your identity. Your mother Takasu Ikue is Japanese, and the wife of the former owner of this house happens to be Japanese as well."

After a short pause, he continued: "The previous owner of the house was your father, and he was the former leader of the 'Dead House Rats'."

I pursed my lips tightly and did not speak.

Fyodor wrote lightly: The transmitter belongs to your father, and under my remote control, the transmitter displayed the location of the orphanage intermittently, so that the last batch of "rats from the dead house" can find them.When they are led to the orphanage, they will be wiped out. "

He said with a bit of sarcasm: "The organization founded by your father ended up in his old house. Isn't that very fateful?"

My expression gradually sank: "I don't want to know about the 'rat in the house of death', I'm asking you, why didn't you notify the director and children of the orphanage in advance, so that they can avoid danger? Why let these innocent people sacrifice .”

"innocent?"

Fyodor repeated the word with a chuckle.

"No one in this orphanage is innocent."

"A family relies on the stolen money earned by the drug-dealing father to live a prosperous life, then everyone in the family is not innocent; in the same way, as long as the parents, wives and children of the embezzler have received gifts from the embezzler, they are also not innocent. Not innocent."

Fyodor emphasized his tone, but his voice was still cold and gentle: "The above are just two examples. The parents and relatives of those children include drug dealers, corrupt officials, killers, and other types Criminals. They have more or less been sheltered and blessed by their ancestors, and they are also more or less 'inherited' to their family members' bad behavior."

"And Karama..."

Fyodor paused, and continued: "He did have a murder record, but that happened a long time ago. Before you came to this orphanage, he had a second identity besides being the dean. "

"He relied on fraud to earn stolen money to maintain the operation of the orphanage."

I suddenly opened my eyes wide and held my breath unconsciously.

Fyodor raised the corners of his lips: "Until January of this year, this orphanage was not included in the government's public welfare relief. Those children's basic necessities were built on the blood and tears of others."

"This is the original sin, the guilty must be punished. And everyone in this orphanage is like this."

"So I just send them where they need to go to atone, that's all."

I stood there in silence for a long time, and finally covered half of my face with one hand, and let out a sneer.

"What do you think of yourself as? A judge? Or a god?"

In my opinion, human nature is a very complicated thing, and so are positions.

There is no absolute concept of right and wrong, and black and white cannot be completely opposed.If they must be separated, black will not be black and white will not be white in the end.

Just like I can't guarantee that Mr. Ango never sacrificed innocent people; I can't guarantee that Scotland and Bourbon never hurt ordinary people during their undercover work; I can't guarantee that my master never He has never done anything wrong that makes him regret it, and he often suffers from the torture of his inner conscience.

Each of us is carrying original sin, and we have been struggling in the gray gap between black and white all our lives, and we are trying not to lose our way.

"If you are willing to regard me as a god, it is not impossible."

Fyodor stretched out his hand to me, palm up, and his voice was a little more sincere: "The orphanage will no longer exist. Maria, you have nowhere to go back, so do you want to come with me?"

I stepped back, the expression on my face getting weirder.

Fyodor didn't seem to see my resistance, and still held out his hand to me.

"The 'Rats of the Dead House' originally conceived by your father was not a criminal organization, and therefore had conflicts with the top management of the organization. You can inherit your father's wishes and let us create a brand new one that meets your father's expectations' The Mouse of the Dead House'."

I stared fixedly at Fyodor for two seconds, and sighed: "What identity and position are you using to say this to me? Do you want to get married in such a tone of thinking about our father and daughter?"

Fyodor frowned briefly.

"No, you just want to borrow my identity and make me your puppet."

I turned my head, my eyes fell on the ruins of the orphanage, and my voice was light and light: "They are gradually getting better. Those who steal are beaten by me so that they never dare to reach out to other people's wallets; Come back; Natasha dreamed of becoming a nurse, and worked hard for this goal for many years; the dean recently drank less than before, and after receiving the first relief from the government, he found a reliable teacher..."

Fyodor was silent for a moment and said, "This has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with you."

I chuckled, backed away slowly, and turned to face Fyodor.

"But they are related to me."

The angels under the seat of the gods will pursue absolute black and white right and wrong, and will try to build a perfect u|topia and utopia.

But I'm not an angel, I'm obviously a devil.

My pace is getting faster and faster, winter is about to leave, although the blowing wind is still much colder than Yokohama, but the air flow in April is much warmer than the previous two months.

I ran to the nearby river. There was no one around, and I was watching the fun at the orphanage.

The ice on the river has not completely melted, I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and jumped without any hesitation.

"Pfft!"

A thin layer of transparent and fragile ice couldn't withstand such an impact, and instantly collapsed and melted into the water.

I felt myself sinking slowly, trying to suppress my swimming instinct.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed me.

Fyodor knelt on the embankment, his fluffy coat and collar blackened by mud mixed with snow.

He struggled to pull half of my body out of the river, and asked in a very incomprehensible tone, "Are you going to be buried in the orphanage?"

I suddenly remembered that more than a month ago, in this same river, he also knelt on the ice like this, and also extended his hand to me who fell into the water.

But this time, I didn't use his strength to climb ashore.

I suddenly stretched out my hands, clamped his wrist with one hand, and wrapped his neck with the other.

"I was planning to deal with you later, since you insisted on running over—"

I clung to Fyodor like a preying octopus, suppressing his struggle.

"Then let's die together!"

As I spoke, I dragged Fyodor into the river.

The author has something to say:

Tuo: My wish is world peace.

Detective Society: Really, I don't believe it.

Mafia: Really, I don't believe it.

Special Agents: Really, I don't believe it.

Military and police officers: Really, I don't believe it.

Combination: Really, I don't believe it.

……

Tuo: I really hope for world peace, why doesn't anyone believe it?

Zai: I believe it.

Tuo: Sure enough, you still understand——

Jae: But this does not prevent me from going to block your plan and beat you fiercely. You even have a success with You Guo! ?

Ps, we still don't know if Tianduo forgot to bring toilet paper

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Following what was said in the previous chapter, after Maria returned to being single, Tuo did not take the position directly.

Because Maria fell in love with another younger man, for some reason, or because she felt that both sides were good, she couldn't give up either side, and couldn't make a choice, so she decided to ask Tuo to talk to that young man (okay Scumbag 2333, there is a feeling of you dueling, whoever wins, I will fight with whom)

Before talking to this person, Tuo prepared a plan in his mind, for example, the other party was unable to give Maria a better life, after all, he did not have a serious job.

As a result, before he could speak, the other party cried.

In the end, the two of them didn't talk about anything. When asked by a friend afterwards, Tuo's tone was very angry: "He has been crying, he can only cry!"

Then, Tuo helped the young man find a job.

What a sweetheart (great read)

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