King of 25 Cubs

Ability - "repeatedly jumping on the verge of suicide"

The golden pattern of the clock is like a huge magic circle, swallowing me instantly, the phantom in front of my eyes flickered, and I came to the still golden space again.

I didn't speak, trying to digest the information I just got.

[Have you come up with any results, host? 】

"Hmm..." I pinched my chin and said thoughtfully, "I was wondering, is that Gogol pretty?"

【Host, do you think it’s romantic to be a ghost if you die under the peony flower? 】

"Don't use slang words casually!" I complained, and explained: "According to the old Fei next door, Maria is the fiancée of the neighbor Gogol, and I am Maria. I wonder what Gogol looks like?" Is it normal?"

Although I don't remember ever being engaged to someone.

[The host, what do you expect from this Gogol? 】

"It's not enough to look forward to it." I spread my hands together: "Anyway, he has passed away, if he fits my ideal type, I will feel very sorry.

My ideal type is an honest person who owns a car and a house, his parents are dead, and he is engaged in a high-risk job.

"But—" I paused, and said, "I like white hair. It would be great if that Gogol had white hair like me."

[May your wishes come true. 】

The system said dryly.

"Okay, it's time to get out of here."

I stood up and called out the clock.

With a flash in front of my eyes again, I returned to the crowded street.

Dusk covers this beautiful harbor city with a thin golden veil, and soon, pearl-like lights will replace the setting sun and illuminate the streets and alleys of the city.

"When Mr. Anwu calms down, the sign will be withdrawn."

The mobile phone was placed next to my ear, and Mr. Miyagawa's voice came from the receiver.

"Then please Miyagawa-san say something nice for me~"

I saw the white velvet hat slowly passing by the roadside, and I hooked the corners of my lips: "By the way, Mr. Miyagawa, I have a new friend, his name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Tosi Toevsky."

"What a long name." Mr. Miyagawa sighed, "Is it Russian?"

"Yes, I'll go find him for a cup of tea in a while. Mr. Miyagawa, let me tell you, he is really a super interesting person! When the time is right, I will introduce him to you."

Mr. Miyagawa was stunned for a moment, then stammered: "Gaosui, you...you mean you and him???"

"It's very possible, please cheer for me, Miyagawa-san!"

I said with a smile.

"Our children have grown up too."

Mr. Miyagawa hung up the phone in a dizzy state, and I showed a sinister smile.

[Host, what are you going to do? 】

"If you have been beaten, you must fight back; if you have suffered losses, you must find it back."

I called to stop the boy on the side of the road.

"Feja!"

He paused for a moment, then looked back at me with a blank expression on his face.

I waved vigorously at him, ran over and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I met you here."

"Student Yuguo?" Fei Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone, "What's the matter?"

"Are you free next? I just have no business this afternoon. You invited me to tea last time. How about I treat you this time?"

Fei Jia was silent for a long time, his quiet eyes fell on me, as if he wanted to see through something, but also seemed to be estimating something.

"Okay." He sighed and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

I found a dessert house nearby and bought tea and cakes.

"I don't know what kind of sweetness you can accept. The lady clerk said that this black tea cake is not very sweet, is it okay?"

"I don't care."

Fei Jia accepted all the arrangements very faithfully.

"Crack!"

While he wasn't paying attention, I stood beside him and took a photo of us together.

"Yuko-san, are you...?"

"We've known each other for so long, and we haven't even taken a photo together."

I blinked and said a little wronged: "You don't think I'm your friend, do you?"

Fei Jia sighed lightly: "How could it be, student Yuguo."

"That's good...wow, this cake is so beautiful!"

I sat across from him and happily clicked on the photos to send them to the group.

[The living and dead ghosts of the Supernatural Secret Service Division: Look, isn't he handsome? 】

[Old, weak, sick, handicapped and pregnant: Afternoon tea with high school classmates... although it's already dark. 】

[Coca-Cola: This boy looks good, I want to confess to him! 】

[I'm a senior sister: Come on, help me check, what do you think of him? 】

……

"By the way, Fei Jia, speaking of it, I've always been very curious about what your neighbor in heaven looks like?"

Fei Jia thought for a while and said, "It's a white hair."

I:"……"

"what happened?"

Fedya tilted his head.

"It's nothing."

I suddenly found a problem:

I—Maria—white hair.

Neighbor - Gogol - Baimao.

The chief guard licks the dog - I don't know what it's called - White Hair.

Old Fei next door, Hei Mao.

He's the only one with black hair here, this person is too out of gregarious!

After eating the cake, I offered to send Fei Jia home, but in the end I only sent him to the entrance of an unmonitored alley.

I looked at the phone helplessly, "The captain told me to return to the team again, so I can only send you here. Be careful on the way back."

I stood at the entrance of the bright alley, with my hands in my pockets, rubbing the grip of my gun: "See you next time, Fei Jia."

He stood in the alley with no light, his whole body was immersed in darkness, only his purple eyes reflected the neon lights outside the alley.

"Well, see you next time."

We turned around at the same time, running in opposite directions.

[Don't shoot? 】

"There are snipers in the alley."

I said in a cold tone.

I hid from the surveillance, put on the sunglasses and mask I carried with me, and walked away with the hooded coat that was put out to dry by a nearby house.

After the makeover, I took out my phone, removed the calling card, broke it and threw it down the drain.

As for the mobile phone, I threw it into another sewer.

[What is the host going to do? 】

"I want to temporarily abandon the identity of Takaho Yuka."

I paused, looking at myself reflected in the glass window with burning eyes, and said slowly, "Xiaoqi, tell me, if I suddenly lose contact, what will happen to Fei Jia, who is the most suspected?"

Joint pursuit?

Thinking about it, I still have a little expectation.

[You want to drag other organizations into the water? 】

"Yes."

My eyes darkened, and I said softly: "No matter how I explain to the government that Fei Jia is not a good person, I will not be convincing enough. After all, after the time is reset, he has no time to do any bad things. If I talk too much, I will expose myself instead. Ability."

[Xiao Qi understands!If you disappear, it is equivalent to providing evidence of Fei Jia's bad deeds. It is no longer you alone who are hostile to Fei Jia, but all the organizations related to you. 】

"Well, this is equivalent to borrowing strength, and my personal power is limited after all. Since I have the ability to mobilize other organizations, of course I won't go out of my way to investigate."

At this time, I am glad that I am a [-]-year-old boy. The more organizations that split the fork, the more power I can use.

With so many "cats" acting together, even if the mouse can't be trapped to death, it can put more pressure on him, so as to investigate his purpose in Yokohama.

I think I'm such a clever little ghost.

[But what about your hair?Temporarily give up your current identity, and you won't be able to be a second-five boy, if you can't be a second-five boy, you won't have a split value, and if you don't have a split value, you will be bald...]

I thought for a moment: "Then join a few organizations with a new identity!"

【Eh? 】

"First I have to change my face and buy disguised items and clothes."

"I definitely can't go home, and I can't use my bank card."

"I also need a new identity, a new income, and a new source of split index."

I listed my current situation one by one, and tapped my palm: "It's decided, buy lottery tickets and make a fortune!"

【what? ? ? 】

"To tell the truth, when I first found out that I am a supernatural power user, I thought of the wonderful use of this supernatural power!"

I said enthusiastically: "Time is money, time is business opportunities, and time is everything! Not only do I want to buy lottery tickets, I also want to buy stocks, and I want to invest!"

[Which project makes money, just invest in it? 】

"Yes! But I'm not someone who blindly relies on superpowers. Recently, I've been using my free time to study the stock market. There is a US-listed company called 'Fitzgerald'. I think this company has great potential!"

Thinking about the bright future, I raised my arms and shouted: "I want to make a lot of money! I want to make my new vest the richest man in Yokohama!"

After all, Takaho Yuka is not short of money, let alone a business genius, and some things are difficult to operate.

But it's different now, I'm not Takaho Yuka anymore!

Why do you suddenly feel that the air is free?

But before becoming the richest man in Yokohama, there is one more thing that must be done.

Pulling other organizations into the water is not enough, the rodent eradication campaign should be promoted throughout the society.

With the first pot of gold I earned from buying lottery tickets, I bought a new mobile phone and posted a post on the forum with the highest traffic——

#题目：818 My scumbag next door uncle#

1L: First of all, I would like to assure everyone that everything I have said is true.

There is a young boy living next door to my house. He is very good-looking. He is the kind of little milk dog that is often said on the Internet.

The little milk dog is in poor health and is always sick. Because of his poor background and no one to take care of him, my husband and I often call him to my house for dinner, attend parties, and introduce our friends to him.

My husband even treats him like his own brother.

Gradually, I found that he would always flirt with me when my husband was not around. Of course, I justly refused him.

After all, I am his sister-in-law.

I thought it was over after I said no, but it didn't.

My husband passed away suddenly.

I was distraught and often shed tears. During that time, the little milk dog next door gave me a lot of help.

Gradually, I walked out of the shadow of my lover's death, and with the long-term company of the little milk dog, I secretly fell in love with him.

I feel that this is wrong and shameful, and at the same time I am very sorry for my deceased husband.

But the little milk dog took me to my husband's tombstone and promised him that he would take good care of me instead of him.

At that time, I couldn't describe my mood. I was sad, happy, and disgusted with myself.

With this guilty mood, I was with the little milk dog.

He was so nice to me at first and I thought we would spend our lives like this.

However, it didn't take long before his scumbag nature was finally exposed!When I was seriously ill, he even took his male lover (yes, a male) with long straight silver hair to travel abroad!

During his travels, I suddenly found a crucial piece of evidence that my husband was killed by him!

He even wanted to kill me!

I decided to avenge my husband, but he never came back.

He is now in Yokohama, Japan, and he will definitely take revenge on me, but I am afraid that before he does it, he will deceive other girls (and boys, of course). After all, he is very good at acting, and he is especially good at speaking sweet words. So I made this post to remind everyone to be careful of scumbags.

The scumbag has straight black hair, purple eyes, is about 1.8 meters tall, has a beautiful face like a girl, and often wears Russian national costumes - a plush cape and a white felt hat.

His name was Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

The photo is attached below, please call the police immediately if you see this person!Call the police immediately!Call the police immediately!

Good skins are the same, you only have one life, don't be fooled by the scumbag's face and words!

Otherwise you will be the next me!

·

Two weeks later.

Recently, three hooligan organizations have sprung up on Leibo Street. These three organizations are growing rapidly, their leaders are unknown, and even the names of the organizations are very individual.

Happy and depressed discussion group——

The daily life in the group is just chatting, spanking and gossiping.

The team leader is me.

Yokohama Lvxiang Mining Technology Research Association——

The daily routine of the meeting is to discuss how to "pan for gold" among the garbage.

The chairman is still me.

The New Western drama group——

The daily routine in the troupe is to improve acting skills.

The leader is me again.

Therefore, I am not only the mysterious leader of the three major organizations, but also an undercover agent sent by the three major organizations to the opposing organization, playing wits and courage with my own people every day.

Have you ever seen a leader take the lead to be a twenty-five boy?If you haven't seen it, you will have your eyes opened today.

It feels awesome, doesn't it?

But I am really going to be bald with six jobs - both psychologically and physically.

In fact, at the beginning, I just wanted to choose three small organizations, and I was satisfied with paddling.

Maybe my skeleton is too strange. Within two days of joining, the leaders of the three organizations either died suddenly, were killed, or resigned.

Because I can beat five social geese, these small groups that mainly rely on the strength of their leaders to survive push me to the highest position.After becoming the leader, I changed the names of organizations that didn't fit my aesthetics, such as "Tyrannosaurus", "Hurricane", and "Spike", to the above three.

As for the identity issue, I am not the richest man in Yokohama yet, but I am working hard in this direction.

Now I am called "Matilda", and I am a girl who looks completely different from Takaho Yuka.

By the way, I have to complain about the materials of the disguise, it is really expensive!

Cosmetics are only a small part of the expenditure, while artificial facial masks are the big one.

So Belmode, Kaito Kidd, these guys with "de" in their names are really extravagant, and the disguise items are torn off after one use. They look handsome, but they hurt money.

But I am different, I will take it off properly every time I use it up, so that it can be reused next time.

I am such a good boy who saves money.

By the way, I cut my hair short, about to the jawline, got a perm at the ends, and bought a black hair dye.

Have you seen European and American spy movies?Those beautiful spies dye their hair themselves!

How to put it, I still feel distressed when I cut my hair.

I dyed my hair while choking, and when I finally got it all done, I realized—hey, it looks like I’m bald like before!

The visual effect of short hair is much thicker than that of long hair, and the final result is a bit like Matilda in "The Killer Is Not So Cold".

Matilda has a choker, so I also gave myself a choker.

As a pacifist salted fish, my goal is to earn some split value during the period of "lost contact" (by the way, make investment to get the richest man), and wait until the Maozi next door faces multiple pursuits, and finally regretfully withdraws from the Yokohama stage , then restore the identity again.

Just like students do part-time jobs to earn pocket money.

But now I don't think that's okay.

In the past two weeks, every night I was woken up by the distress calls from this group of unlucky men, and their sentences were very uniform:

"Boss is not good, XX has been taken away by the OO organization!"

And recently they drifted away, probably because they felt that the boss could back them up, so they dared to go head-to-head with the port mafia.

I just didn't watch it for a while, and the "Emotional and Depressed Discussion Group" had a conflict with the other party.

Sober up!A group of gangsters with whiteboard equipment, what can they use to challenge the mafia?

Although the level of the armed forces in Port Mafia is also very mysterious, it is not something my men can handle, so after they were captured, I decided to save people.

As a result, I confronted my neighbor, Odasaku-san.

"Are you the leader of those gangsters?"

Odasaku-san did not recognize me.

I changed my face, black hair, wearing a cool studded leather jacket, wearing an exaggerated face mask, and earrings replaced by skull studs... To be honest, I can’t even recognize myself when I look in the mirror, it’s too unorthodox Now, Mr. Oda Saku, who I am not very familiar with, is even more unrecognizable.

"Uh, what did they do?"

"Stolen wine from the Mafia stronghold in the port."

"How much do you pay?"

Odasaku said a number, and I took out my wallet with a bitter face.

After compensating for their losses, my men were released by the other party.

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

I looked serious, but was blocked by the mask.

"Don't call me the boss, I will not be your boss from now on."

"Boss, are you going to abandon us?!"

I looked at them lovingly, and smacked their heads one by one.

In fact, they are just a group of fifteen and sixteen-year-old half-grown children.

"You should also learn to grow up, I can't protect you forever." I patted the youngest girl: "The world is destined to see you again."

Leaving them a little money, I fired myself at the cries of these kids, as did the remaining two organizations.

"Finally able to sleep well tonight."

I let out a long sigh.

Once I had the money, I rented a bachelor pad not far from my original home, just a few minutes away.

Back at my new home, I took off my disguise, and I lay happily on the bed hugging the quilt and rolling around several times.

I must have a good night's sleep tonight, and the heavenly king and I are not allowed to disturb me!

·

In a residential area not far away, in the shadow of a narrow alleyway, a white Mazda sports car is parked.

"The camera has failed, next..."

In the front seat of the carriage, a dark figure closed his laptop, showing a smile that was sure to win.

He got out of the car, passed the tall ginkgo tree, passed the low mountain lily, climbed over the wall and entered the yard neatly, carefully avoiding the transparent silk thread on the lawn, walked to the door lightly, and skillfully used the wire to pry open the lock .

The solid anti-theft door is inlaid with a copper-colored number plate, with three words written on it-Gao Sui's house.

Just as the intruder pushed the door open, a gust of wind swept past——

The author has something to say:

I have talked about the relationship between Yuantuo and Maria three times before—ntr+acquisition.

Maria's husband appreciates Tuo very much, and often asks Tuo to come to visit him at home, so Tuo got to know Maria...

The story of these two people is quite exciting, you need to know what will happen next, let’s listen to the next chapter to break it down

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Tomorrow will be the 20th, and I feel that I will definitely not be able to complete the task. . .