Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

The task of number 590 was completed quite well, so Dr. Sawada also indulged the movements of number 590 a little bit, at most, he felt that number 590 felt more clingy when he went out.

And the number 590 stuck to Dr. Sawada's body again after changing clothes, trying to forget the pungent perfume smell on the woman by inhaling Dr.

If it weren't for the doctor still outside, he probably wouldn't have come out of the bathroom without washing off the skin.

As for the clinginess of number 590, Dr. Sawada just calmly added the effect of the drug on the personality of the test product in the record, and the brown eyes under the lens were basically unmoved.

"You did a good job this time, you can try to start action next time." Dr. Sawada pressed the back of the silver-haired young man's neck so that his body softened instantly and he couldn't move anymore. "Just follow what I said last time. It doesn’t need much modification.”

"Yes, doctor." The silver-haired young man nodded, and his drooping ears stood up again. No matter how much he disliked that woman, he still had to complete the task given by the doctor.

In the following actions, number 590 also fully demonstrated his ability. Number 590, or the prison temple Hayato, was not just a domestic pet after all. The left and right hands are the guardian of Arashi of the tenth family that makes people fearful, and the prison temple Hayato known as the hurricane bomb.

"Rambo Bovino" inadvertently pulled off a lock of Jiji's hair from ten years ago, and then stuffed it into the hand-made clothes of Jiji in Tsunayoshi's room.

In the same way, other people's figures are also ready.

That night,

In the corner of the bookcase that no one noticed, the eyes of a figurine of the prison temple at the bottom of the press box moved, and almost instantly found Judaime who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

'Judaime? ! "Juji is stunned, he should sleep at home, why is he at Judaimu's home?" !

Prison Temple moved subconsciously, but was surprised to find that he couldn't move suddenly, and...

'What's the point of view? ' Prison Temple quickly realized something was wrong, tried to roll his eyes, and glanced at the villain beside him,

No matter from all angles, aren't these figures made before the tenth generation? !

Although the size is obviously wrong, how could he not be able to bear the ten generations of purpose's tricks!

"Could it be..." Prison Temple tried to move again, but couldn't move, "I entered the body of the figure?" ! '

At this moment, the prison temple thought a lot, but after gradually calming down, the most worrying question of the prison temple is not how to change it back, but that he has become a figure now, maybe he will be sold tomorrow Yes!

Fortunately, the time to turn it into a figure seems to be limited. The prison temple didn't sleep all night, so it was discovered almost immediately after switching back, and with a subtle intuition, the prison temple didn't lie down to rest at all After a while, without even eating breakfast, he rushed directly to Judaime's house,

"Morning, good morning! Judaime." Jidai said hello to his family Judaime as usual, but kept looking into the house.

"Early, early?" Gang Ji looked at the Prison Temple who had come earlier than before in a daze, and invited him in in a daze.

Tsuna, who had just come downstairs and heard a knock on the door, obviously hadn't fully woken up yet. Last night he had a nightmare. He dreamed that he was looked at by Prison Lord with a super pitiful look and was stared at all night. , now the whole person is not well,

"Ala, it's so early, Yuji-kun." Nana looked at the prison temple that Tsuna had brought in, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No..." Prison Temple, who was distracted, replied subconsciously.

"This is not good," Nana seemed to disagree, "How can you skip breakfast? Let's go after breakfast, it should be too late now."

"Yeah, mom is right." Gangji quite agrees with this, he has seen Prison Lord be late more than once, and he arrives at school so late and doesn't know if he had a good breakfast, "Prison Temple, Let's eat together."

"Okay." Yuji nodded blankly, thinking about how to tell Judaimu what happened last night. When he came back to his senses, he found that there was a set of cutlery and a breakfast in front of him up.

But now is not the time to talk about that either.

"Judaimu." Guiji leaned close to Tsunayoshi's ear and whispered, "Are the figures on your bookcase going to be sold today?"

Even though it wasn't what he wanted, his gut told him that what happened last night would definitely happen again.

"Eh?" Tsunaki was a little surprised why Prison Lord suddenly asked this question, subconsciously looked at his mother, and shook his head when he confirmed that his mother was not looking at this side, and responded in a low voice, "No, the ones on the bookcase are my own. Keep it as a souvenir.”

Those figurines are all made by him with hard work, unless it is absolutely necessary, of course he wants to keep one for himself as a souvenir,

The most important thing is that if there is a new customer, don't just look at the photos and ask to see the real thing, then he will leave a sample for others to look at.

"Huh—that's good." Prison Temple subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered softly.

"Huh?" Why is Prison Lord so strange today?Gangji tilted his head, his brown eyes full of doubts.

"Ah," Gujiji, who immediately noticed Judaimu's eyes, quickly waved his hand, and hurriedly stuffed the breakfast into his mouth, "No, it's okay...this is really delicious!"

"Right," Gangji was immediately distracted, "Mom's breakfast is the best."

So this topic was skipped, but for the prison temple, this was just the beginning.

When I opened my eyes that night and saw Judaimu's bedroom again, I had a subtle feeling that it really was like this,

The mood is quite complicated.

Although I don't know why, but he seems to turn into a figure on the Judaime bookcase every night, and he can't speak or move...

Prison Temple stayed in the figurine and shut himself up,

The only thing to be thankful for now is that the ones on the bookcase will not be sold, otherwise he will have to worry that he will stay at another person's house at night... This is unbearable!

Prison Temple frowned, and then found that,

It seems that it can move?

Prison Temple stretched out his hand tentatively, and then his eyes lit up,

really!

Although the range is not large, it can barely move!

That night,

In Gangji's room, Gangji lying on the bed turned over uneasy, frowned and fell asleep again, and on the bookcase, a silver-haired villain froze in place in a strange posture, and it took a long time before he finally relaxed. took a breath,

Then he began to try to control his body bit by bit with more weird postures,

This time, the silver-haired villain didn't make any more noise.