Laid-off guide is a cat wife

"Do you remember the Chronicle?"

"Ah."

"At that time in the wormhole, he always said that he was very lonely, and chatted with me for a long time. He told me about the magnificent scenery in the depths of the universe, and a delicious omelet shop in Capital Star, and wrote me the address with his tentacles. .”

"Keep it well, it's a gift from a friend."

"Well... I was thinking, what if I become a cat monster that eats people, waiting for you in the dark hole all day long."

At that time, the other party replied seriously with a smile:

"I will feed myself to you and become a monster with you."

…………

The lawn is freshly mowed, and the blades are sharply cut, making a crisp sound when stepped on.In addition to the strong smell of grass juice, the air is filled with the sweetness of ripe berries.

Miao Xun took a deep breath, and relaxed on the newly erected tomb.

The newly polished marble is smooth and visible. It has not experienced repeated erosion by acid rain, and it can still reflect a soft white luster.

He has no status and no right to engrave his name on the young master's tombstone, so he quietly bought a stack of small notes and pasted them on the back where no one noticed.

- your little mi

——your baby Miu Miu

- Your Sentinel, Sugar Cube, Charger

……

Whatever Xue Fang likes, he writes.

The garden is located on the mountainside. Sometimes the wind blows the self-adhesive paper away. He chased it for a while but couldn’t catch it. He was stunned for a while looking at the rolling gray clouds in the distance, then walked back silently, wrote another one, and pasted it. superior.

"It's going to rain, hurry back!"

Mrs. Xue looked at the sky worriedly, and called to him across a section of lawn.

In her eyes, the child nodded blankly, "I, I have an umbrella, don't worry."

Xue Xilin wanted to shout, so I was even more worried!

"I also brought you an umbrella." He was still so considerate, standing up while supporting the tombstone, trotted over, hurriedly opened the umbrella, and adjusted the long pole to poke into the ground, just blocking Xue Xilin's virtual image head.

When he did this, he looked back nervously from time to time, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, the tombstone would run away with long legs.

Xue Xilin wanted to keep him to say a few words, but after a while, the light gray rain trickled down, flowing down Miao Xun's high cheekbones.

Miao Xun left Mama Xue behind and ran back like flying. In a panic, he wiped the water droplets on the tombstone with his sleeve, opened his umbrella and sat down, shaking his body and leaning towards him.

The area of ​​the umbrella is enough for two people to snuggle and whisper, but not enough for one person to sit tightly on the tombstone.

Miao Xun retracted his legs, his right shoulder was wet from the light rain, but he didn't notice it, and continued to draw on the sticky note.

Xue Fang likes to go out with the combined emblem to show off.

I like to hear him talk about the daily life of the school, and see the messy photos he took casually, such as kittens on the side of the road, trash cans that fell down, the glare of the sun, popcorn in the cinema...

He also likes to lie on his lap and read books, jokingly calling it a paradise on earth.

Miao Xun would bring him a book every week, which he made himself.Every page is pasted with printed photos, filled with bits and pieces, small details about him.

But he secretly admitted that he told some fibs in the diary.

For example, "Today the teacher is sick, get out of class is over early, and I will come to accompany you."

But in fact, he came here after taking a shower twice.The blood fat of the federal oligarch was too thick, and when it splashed on him, the smell couldn't be washed off.

Also, "Don't worry, I've made new friends recently, and they all get along pretty well."

Under his frequent assassinations and massacres, the top leaders of the Federation were in chaos, and many sentries were killed by filthy hands. He liberated the White Tower Mental Hospital, and received those abandoned, widowed, mad and disabled supernatural beings. In the organization, make the best use of everything.

While muttering to himself, he pasted small notes on the tombstone.As soon as the wind blew, scraps of salsa paper fluttered, and many fell into the rain. The cat's head pattern painted on them quickly blurred and melted into a cloud of blurred and bitter ink.

Not far away, the wheelchair rolled slowly across the turf.

Xue Xilin, who was watching anxiously, turned her head and hurriedly asked: "Rong Huan, what is he doing under the umbrella, I can't see clearly from here."

Master Rong said slowly: "He drew the union emblems and pasted them on the tombstones one by one."

As soon as Xue Xilin got angry, she opened her mouth to argue with him: "What is this called? Can you see for yourself? My son is gone, and the living one is also crazy. You just look at it like this and don't care?!"

Master Rong said coldly: "I can do nothing. I also lost my son." And his wife.

Xue Xilin choked, her eyes dimmed, and she said with trembling lips for a long time, "Let him go...he's still so young..."

"I do not go."

Amidst the sound of rain, there was a sonorous and decisive answer.

Xue Xilin called him worriedly: "Xiao Miao, Xiao Miao! Don't post it, it's all blown away by the wind. Come here, and my mother will give you money to buy a marker pen. You can buy a large waterproof one in any color! Whatever you want Painting, if the painting is broken, let's buy another tombstone..."

Miao Xun shook his head lightly, picked up the wet kitten sticker and put it in his arms, sat there blankly, half of his body was drenched.

"Alas..." Mama Xue looked distressed, and suddenly turned to Rong Huan, and started a fire on the spot to accuse Master Rong: "Why are you so stubborn that you won't let my daughter-in-law engrave her name!"

Master Rong replied calmly: "They didn't register."

"If you don't register, you can't engrave your name? You didn't register back then, why did you come with a full set of everything!"

"It's different."

"I bother!"

……

Seeing the parents arguing, Miao Xun waved to them, left the umbrella to Xue Fang, and wanted to leave quietly.

"Huh~huh—"

The sound of the wind suddenly tightened.

The umbrella hanging on the tombstone swayed, and Miao Xun hurried back to hold it.But it swayed a couple of times, went up against the wind, and fell down with a thud. It just landed on Miao Xun's body, covering his whole body.

Miao Xun's throat seemed to be blocked.

He stood under the umbrella, and the sour rain flowed into his mouth.

Maybe... Even if some people are gone, they still can't bear to see him get sick in the rain.

There is only one umbrella, and they don't want each other to get wet.

So Miao Xun didn't leave.

He stuck to the tombstone from behind, leaned on it, hugged this person intimately like many times before, held an umbrella silently, and waited for the rain to stop with it.

When the rain broke, he put away his umbrella and went back.

After he left, Master Rong pondered for a moment before telling the truth to the angry mother Xue: "The matter of engraving...will make him feel unfree."

Mother Xue didn't respond: "What freedom?"

Master Rong sighed, "Xue Fang has explained earlier... Once something happens to him, his personal property will be transferred to a fake account, let Miao Xun hold it, use the fake identity to forget everything and start again, and give him freedom."

"Then give it to him!"

"he does not want."

Mother Xue said distressedly: "Then you will give him whatever he wants, everything you can give."

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Master Rong's eyes: "I stopped him from signing the marriage agreement that Xue Fang had prepared."

Xue's mother covered her eyes, sad and sad: "Ah... this child, why is this, this is not a time of coexistence and death! It is not that simple to live with another person's name..."

Sentinels and guides, born soul mates.

If there is a kind of pain that tears the soul in the world, Miao Xun may have tasted numbness.

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Black market, prosthetic body modification clinic.

The black body doctor put up a sign of "temporarily closed" today, waiting for a big shot.

And this big customer was lazily leaning on the soft chair, playing with the half-dismantled mechanical heart with great interest.

The black body doctor turned the prosthetic eye quietly, and scanned out a series of data: a luxury suit, the autumn model three years ago, and the trousers he wore were three centimeters shorter; the gold-rimmed glasses were plain mirrors, and the frame was worn; The old white hemp rope, like the decoration of the widows in the slums to keep their filial piety, I don’t know how long it has been worn, the color is black and red, it must have been stained with a lot of blood; there is also a looming neckline——

The other party unbuttoned his collar slowly and leisurely, and pulled it away generously: "Want to see it? Come and get closer to see it more clearly."

The black body doctor hurriedly moved his eyes away, shook his hands and declined: "Don't dare not to look at it."

The big stunner with her own cyclamate, mixed-race appearance and sensual skin, in the dark world of the Federation, has the potential to become an underground monarch. Who would not be dizzy and take the initiative to kneel down and pout her ass?

But the doctor knew very well that if he dared to get close, ten chrome heads would not be enough for the opponent to twist.

If the rumors are true, this "widow" has really kept her filial piety for three years.

Not only that, but also set up a "widows' alliance" to organize groups of sentinel guides whose spouses died. Both the White Tower and the military were infiltrated into a sieve by the "dirty hand" intelligence organization.

No wonder.

Widowed people with supernatural powers have always been a group neglected by society.Widowed family members lack care, and the suicide rate has remained high for a long time.Now that I have joined the organization, under the same emotional trauma situation, I naturally empathize with each other and twist into a hemp rope to punish the "enemy"-the White Tower government that treats them as tool people.

"Where is the thing I ordered?" The leader of "Dirty Hand" cast a glance.

"Here." Doctor Hei Ti took out the locked box and respectfully handed it to the hands wrapped in lambskin gloves. He explained enthusiastically, "It was made according to your requirements. It is a super miniature pocket watch, and the sound of the hands is only 19 Hz. , wearing it on your body will not disturb your hearing, and you can hear clearly at all times. The frequency is according to what you said, yes, da, da, da, da, right?"

The leader frowned slightly, and corrected mindfully: "Yes, da, da, da."

The doctor shrugged: "Anyway, I did it according to the recording you described that day."

The leader took out a pocket watch. The material is a special temperature-sensitive metal. It will become faintly hot after holding it for a few seconds. The beating frequency is stable and powerful, as if someone is holding someone's heart in the palm of his hand.

The leader stroked it without saying a word, and loosened the corners of his mouth without a trace.

In the past six months, his physical and mental condition has not been optimistic.

After losing the bonded spouse, long-term rejection of spiritual treatment, the wound of the broken spiritual domain will be dragged on and on.He went to the diagnosis, and within a year, he would enter a state of circuit breaker, a third stage of mental breakdown.

In the past month, he began to experience fragmented consciousness.

This week, he's also hallucinating during the day.

Like now, he sits here and doesn't remember how he got here.

But when he heard this heartbeat, even if it was a mechanical imitation, it would be a little better.

"May I ask curiously, whose heartbeat is that rattling sound?" The doctor couldn't suppress his curiosity, and prayed frantically that the other party would not be angry.

But the moody leader replied calmly this time: "It's my guide."

The doctor was startled.After three years of death, haven't you forgotten your spouse's heartbeat...

The leader obviously didn't want to continue the conversation, so he changed the topic: "Is there anything new?"

The doctor accepts it when he sees it, and quickly replied: "Yes, yes, I have a new batch of small green cards here, high-quality and high-definition, and three encrypted green cards took me four days to crack. The perspective is actually the parliamentary office. There are There are a lot of dry goods, do you think you need them?"

Miao Xun was absent-minded, and put away his pocket watch, "What else is there besides the general office of the council?" If it's just the memory of the young councilor, he has a lot of it.

"There is also a conversation between the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Prime Minister. Because you are a regular customer, I will let you know that these green cards came out of the recycled and refurbished 'green card' production line that exploded last week. The consciousness inside has been processed. The source of the leak was cut in pieces, each segment was only a few minutes long, and some scenes were partially mosaiced.”

The doctor paused, and turned his blue prosthetic eyes to the leader's mother-of-pearl cufflinks, "But I saw your button in the flashing picture... Hey, hey, I don't know if this information is worth it to you." What about buying out at a high price?"

Instead of showing interest, the leader was extremely indifferent, stood up and wanted to leave, "I'm not in the mood today, let's talk about it next time."

Seeing that the big fish was about to slip away, the doctor immediately lowered the price: "Haha, I'm just kidding, it's not a rare button, right? Just give it at the normal price."

When the leader paid for the pocket watch, he made an extra payment and got the three old small green cards.

He walked out of the dark underground street, and the dim red sunset enveloped him lifelessly, making him a little dizzy.There has just been a sandstorm for three days and three nights, and the dust in the air is dense. At first glance, it seems that a yellow filter has been turned on. It is not like a human world, but a place where ghosts in nightmares get lost.

The leader touched the small green card in his pocket through his clothes.

I don't know if this news is true or not.

In the past three years, the true and false news about Xue Fang's corpse has not stopped.Every time he showed interest in trying to follow up, leads were immediately cut off.He faintly felt that someone was controlling the source of news behind the line, and until this year, the other party seemed to be gradually unable to hold back, and kept leaking news to play him.

But there is not much time left for him.

A pure black suspension vehicle stopped in front of him silently.The car door slid open, the driver's side baffle was raised, and once the door was closed, it was dark inside.

He unbuttoned his collar, exhaled lightly, rubbed his forehead, and wanted to take a nap in the dark compartment.I've been groggy all day today, which seems to be a precursor to illness.

His loose awareness made him ignore his surroundings.

He didn't even notice a shortness of breath approaching, until someone carefully pressed his thigh, put his arm on his neck, locked him in the seat with his body, pressed him tremblingly, and tried his best to shrink his hands and feet, trying to stick tightly.

The leader felt as though he had suffered a cardiac arrest.

The weight of that body was much lighter than in memory.

He gasped in confusion, not knowing where he was injured, and his breath smelled faintly of blood.

The frequency of the heartbeat has also changed. It is disordered and unhealthy.

Even the once gentle voice was too tattered to be recognizable.

It seems that it is not him.

But this person, regardless of the difficulties, uttered words in a trance and joy:

"Ah... yes, my baby, it's fine, alive."

it's him.

How ridiculous.

And said, "That's great..."

Only Xue Fang would be like this, with bruises all over his body, but he came to worry about him.

From this moment on, the leader of "The Unclean Hand" is dead.

It was Miao Xun who had come back from the dead, clinging to the skinny man like a ghost, and driving with the car in the dark background of the sandstorm, crying uncontrollably.