King of 25 Cubs

I stared at the messages on my phone and fell into deep thought.

[Pushkin: Encountered an enemy, help! ! ! 】

"It's so troublesome... cough cough!"

I coughed twice and muttered listlessly: "Can I not save him?"

【Then he won't cancel the ability, unless you, the host, go back to the hospital immediately and kill Fyodor, the ability will be automatically released. 】

I fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, I let out a breath of hot air, and pressed my fist against my throbbing forehead: "Actually, I just thought about it in the ward, if Fyodor died directly, would it solve many future problems?"

Heavy snow poured in, falling on the back of the hand and quickly melting and solidifying, taking away the remaining warmth.

I put my frozen fingers into my pockets, and said in a cold tone, "At that time, my hand had already touched the trigger of the pistol, and there were many people and things in my mind - Gao Suiyujiang who died in the fire, and Maria The children who made friends, the bird that Maria raised that was taken away by the wild cat, and the supernatural beings who were removed from history, and some other people's faces."

"It's all the faces of those innocent sacrifices and dead people in the first week. I don't even remember the faces and names of many people."

"I really want to kill him. The opportunity he lost consciousness just now has never happened before, and it may never happen again in the future."

[Then why didn't the host do anything? 】

I stared blankly at the snowflakes swirling under the street lamp.

"Maria didn't want him to die."

"I heard a small voice in my heart saying to me: Don't kill him, don't, please."

"I used to hear Maria's voice occasionally. It seems that when I asked you why you signed a contract with me, and when I met Gogol in Hokkaido, I also heard her voice."

Having said that, my expression became more and more dignified.

"But for the first time, she tried to interfere with my real life."

【This is why the host gave up killing Fyodor? 】

"Yes, I'm afraid that she will take away the control of my body the moment I press the trigger."

I snorted, and said impatiently: "So my biggest enemy has never been anyone else, but myself. This is a very powerless thing. If I can fight with a knife and a gun , but save a lot of trouble.”

[Host, Maria is not you. 】

The system comforted me: [Jikyo and Kagome are still related in the past and present, but they are not alone. 】

I frowned, but my heart was even more confused: "I've always wanted to ask, are Kikyo and Kagome the same person?"

[Uh...it shouldn't be, right? 】

"I think this question has to be looked at dialectically. If they are the same person, then Inuyasha is not stepping on two boats; if they are not, then Inuyasha should be considered a scumbag, right? Kikyo disappeared in the end. If it didn't disappear, Will the future development become a Shura field?"

[Maybe Inuyasha himself doesn't understand, love is such an unreasonable thing. 】

"You're right." I nodded, and asked another very sharp question: "Has Fyodor figured it out?"

【This... Xiaoqi doesn't know, that Fyodor is trying to use you more, right?So it doesn't matter who you are with him. 】

"Anyway, Fyodor and Inuyasha are of the same breed." I complained coldly, "They're both dogs."

[Xiao Qi thinks Fyodor is a bit more doggy... Speaking of the host, are you still going to save Pushkin? 】

"Save me, if you don't save me, I'm really going to die of illness. I was joking when I said that the limit is one for one."

I took out my mobile phone, hacked into the surveillance system, and started looking for the little red dot that belonged to Pushkin.

"Found it, on the highway."

In a surveillance video near the hospital, Pushkin was thrown into the back seat of a car in a bundle. I memorized the model and license plate number, and locked the car through the satellite system.

"Wow, this guy really doesn't want to live."

I stared at the monitor and snorted coldly: "At first he wanted to run away. If it wasn't for taking a shortcut and running faster, he wouldn't have encountered enemies in the alley, let alone be kidnapped."

I caught a motorcycle on the side of the road, drove directly onto the highway, overtook the car that took Pushkin, and kept the same speed as the car.

Pushkin, who was tied up in the back seat with his mouth taped, happened to see me through the car window and began to struggle desperately.

This struggle, the person in the driving seat didn't notice me at first, but now he also notices me.

"Tsk, there is really no tacit understanding at all."

The driver took out his pistol and shot at me. I suddenly stood up from the locomotive and jumped directly onto the car. With one hand on the window, I elbowed the driver hard at the driver's eyes.

"Well!"

The driver let out a cry of pain, and his head fell back after being hit. I reached into the car window and opened the door, snatched the other party's gun, turned around and got into the car, and knocked the driver unconscious with the butt of the gun.

"what's up?"

I pushed the driver out of the car, sat on the driver's seat and hit the accelerator, then glanced in the rearview mirror.

Pushkin in the mirror is trying to free his hand from the knot.After finally breaking free from the rope, he tore off the tape, grinned and said, "The person I offended before... Fortunately, my mobile phone is in my butt pocket, so I can secretly ask you for help."

Seeing that Pushkin didn't want to talk too much, I didn't bother to ask any more questions, so I just said, "Remove the ability."

"Huh? Oh... well."

Pushkin canceled the ability and thanked me.

"You're welcome, because you're going to scold me soon."

I looked out the window at the rapidly receding birch forests on both sides of the driveway, slammed on the brakes, opened the car door and went out, dragging Pushkin out of the car.

"Don't think I didn't see the surveillance near the hospital. You really wanted to run before you were kidnapped, right? Do you think that as long as I die, no one will know about your abilities?"

I threw Pushkin to the curb.

"Go back by yourself."

"Don't worry, big sister, it's all in the suburbs, and I don't necessarily have to go back to the city tomorrow morning!"

Pushkin grabbed the car window and did not let go, wailing at the top of his voice: "I was wrong, I dare not do it again! I will go back and copy [-] times if life deceives me! Big sister, fairy, God Mary, don't leave me Ok……"

I stepped on the gas pedal and walked away.

At first Pushkin was able to run after the car, but in the end he couldn't catch up and was sprayed with car exhaust.

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I left the car near Guerrilla Street in the Izmegua district, walked back to the subway station, and found my little sheep electric scooter parked next to the flea market stall and commuting to and from get off work every day.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the snow can almost cover my insteps. Judging from the road conditions, I can't ride an electric car. I can only push the car home.

"The weather forecast is not accurate at all. If I knew it would snow, I should have worn gloves."

I muttered dissatisfied.

The cold wind in Siberia is like a knife that cuts skin and flesh. I pushed the car with my right hand and put my left hand in front of my lips. After taking a breath of heat, I quickly put my hands in my pockets. Every two to three minutes, I switched to my right hand to warm up.

I rented a small apartment in the Izmailovo district, about ten minutes' drive from the flea market, and it took half an hour to walk home.

Originally, I wanted to go back to the hospital. There was no one else at home except me. Even Deng Tuzi abandoned me a few days ago. I don’t know where to go. At least I can play Akutagawa when I go back to the hospital... No, play with Akutagawa.

But I don't want to see Fyodor's face just yet.

"Ah-choo-!!!"

I sniffled and said in a low voice, "I really feel like I'm going to be sick."

On the way, I passed a small pharmacy with bright lights under the window, and the old and faded sign read in Russian [Please ring the bell for night medicine].

I thought about it, walked over and rang the bell.

Half a minute later, someone opened the door. It was a young Russian girl with blond hair and brown eyes, thin and tall, with high cheekbones. She looked like she was in her twenties, but the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were a little different. It belongs to the vicissitudes of 20 years old.

I rubbed my palms.

"Hello, I need cold medicine, topical anti-inflammatory medicine, and bandages... By the way, do you have a baby warmer? If so, please sell a pack."

"It's cold outside, come in and wait a while."

I walked into the pharmacy, and the Russian girl had turned away, and I glanced around and spotted a couple of empty beer cans on the checkout counter.

No wonder the store is still open so late, it seems that this is also a person who sleeps long and unintentionally.

I thought about it thoughtfully.

At this time, the girl had already walked over with what I wanted.

"I don't sell warm babies here, I will give you a few for my own use..."

When she saw my face, her voice suddenly froze.

I tilted my head: "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Are you... Maria?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Are you...?"

"I'm Natasha, Natasha from the Maria Orphanage."

The blonde girl pointed to her nose: "I haven't seen you for nine years, do you remember me?"

I blinked unexpectedly, looked the girl up and down, and said "ah", "I remember, isn't it Natasha who is a volunteer at the poor hospital?"

"I was very worried about you when the orphanage exploded, but then I heard from Dean Karama that you were taken away by people from your home."

Natasha grabbed my hand, feeling a bit presumptuous, and quickly let go, smiling embarrassedly: "You are still as good-looking as when you were a child, I recognized you right away."

I smiled at her: "Thank you, you are beautiful too."

"That...you stay with me for a while, wait for Xue Xue to get younger before leaving?"

I glanced at the heavy snow outside, nodded, and said kindly: "Okay, then I won't bother you."

Natasha opened two beers: "Maria, do you want to add butter and caramel to the beer?"

"What kind of drinking method is this?"

I asked her curiously and with some anticipation.

"The butter beer in "Harry Potter", I have tried it before, the taste is not bad, and eating some high-calorie ones can resist freezing."

"I want to try it."

After a while, Natasha came back with two glasses. She handed me the special butterbeer. We sat at the checkout counter and chatted while warming the stove.

"When did you come back?"

"It's been almost two months."

I drank a few sips of beer, and felt something hot rising from the bottom of my stomach, which instantly drove away part of the chill.

"Recently I live on Guerrilla Street. I took a shortcut today, otherwise I wouldn't come here to buy medicine. By the way, how is Dean Karama?"

"It's still the same, likes to drink, and has raised a bunch of children. Maria, do you plan to stay here in the future?"

I shook my head: "No way, Russia is too cold."

"Oh yes, you were afraid of the cold back then..."

Natasha started holding the cup in a daze, and after a while, her eyes fell on me again.

She noticed the bandage on my wrist: "Just now you said you wanted to buy topical anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages, didn't you hurt?"

"It's not hurt, it's..."

I hesitated for a moment, and said: "I went to get a tattoo half a month ago, and it was fine at the beginning. After a week, the tattoo suddenly became allergic, and a small red rash appeared. After a few days, it became red, swollen and inflamed again. Now It hurts and itches, and it’s a little uncomfortable.”

"Let me help you take a look."

I touched my nose: "Thank you then."

When Natasha helped me undo my bandages, I actually wanted to ask her why she opened a pharmacy.

I remember her dream back then was to become a nurse in a poor hospital. In addition to going to the hospital to do volunteer work every day, she had to read a bunch of professional books when she returned to the orphanage.

But I thought about it, and finally didn't ask.

She didn't mention anything about herself just now, maybe it was something she had experienced.If I ask, she may tell me that although it can satisfy my curiosity, it may not mean another injury to her.

Natasha skillfully unwrapped the bandage, picked up the dressing with tweezers, looked at the cursive letters on my wrist and read: "o——s——a..."

"It's osamu, the name of a person."

Natasha reacted quickly, with a bit of understanding and ridicule in her eyes: "It's so romantic to have your name tattooed on your wrist...Is this your lover's name?"

"Using the word 'lover' to describe it seems a bit light."

I frowned and thought for a while: "Our relationship is a bit complicated, and the truth will not be clear for a while."

"But to be tattooed by you, it should be a very important person, right?"

I laughed and said firmly, "It's the most important person.

Whatever the future holds, at least for now he is.

Facing this foreign girl who has no interests involved, is a little familiar, but can almost be regarded as a stranger, those things that are usually difficult to say, can now be said as a matter of course.

"I was surfing in the wind, knife, frost, and sword. When everyone was saying 'Come on, you can do it', only he cared about whether I was cold when I rushed, and then he rowed a small boat by himself and chased me to deliver clothes."

"However, I haven't told him these words yet. I planned to tell him when I go back. I don't know what expression he will show when he hears it."

"What kind of person is he?"

Natasha was a little curious.

I pondered for a moment, and said, "You have a very smart brain...little boy?"

Natasha: "???"

She was amused by me, and while helping me apply the medicine, she asked, "Do you like him so much?"

"I don't like him." I wrinkled my nose and said, "He's annoying and likes to lie, I'm going to annoy him to death!"

I said angrily: "This person is like a tattoo on my wrist. I thought it was pretty at first, but it didn't take long before I became allergic, and then it became inflamed again. The itching and pain were like tarsal maggots that couldn't get rid of. I couldn't get rid of the entanglement." Healed. But..."

I pursed my lips and lowered my eyes: "The candy he gave is delicious, it has an unforgettable taste, once you eat it, you will never forget it."

"I ran out of candy, so I had to use his name to drink poison to quench my thirst."

This left wrist bears the difference of one thought that once tried to give up life, but finally chose to live.

It is said that the left wrist vein is connected to the heart vein.

I thought, besides life and death, there should be love on my left wrist.

……

The heavy snow seemed to have no intention of stopping, and finally I said goodbye to Natasha.

"You are wearing these gloves."

She shoved her gloves to me.

"Thank you, it's nice to see you again." I waved to Natasha: "We'll go back to the town together when we have time."

The sound of the wind kept blowing by my ears, and the sky and the earth were covered with a vast expanse of white night. Pushing a cart and walking on the street alone, I suddenly felt homesick and lonely.

What I think of is not the home here, but the home in Yokohama.

"Actually, I'm very happy to see Akutagawa." I whispered to the system: "At that moment, I suddenly felt like grasping something familiar."

But Akutagawa has appeared, where is that person?

I walked back to the apartment I was renting, and the moment I took out the key, I suddenly felt a little reluctant to open the door.

"Otherwise, I'd better go back to the hospital, at least it will be more lively."

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Someone hugged me.

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感谢在2020-09-0518:51:42~2020-09-0617:20:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 rain gululu;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qin, Nan Listin; 1 bottle of Yunding Zhiding, Lingling;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!