When I bind the three-dimensional forum

For the confrontation between the two bosses in the back seat, Vodka pretended that he did not exist, saw nothing, and drove quietly.

Gin is usually easy to talk to, but if he attracts the big brother's attention at this time, he is really courting death.

Under the reflection of the street lamp outside the window, Brandyd's blue eyes revealed an exceptionally pure texture—there was nothing in this blue color, and it seemed that she was only happy for one action at this moment!

Instead, Gin pulled out the corners of his mouth and snorted.He seldom partnered with Brandyd, but it didn't mean he didn't know the strength of Brandyd, otherwise he wouldn't agree with him to enter this event with a single word.Even if this is really the first time they have cooperated, with Gin's ability, they can still tell the strength of Bailandide in the short confrontation just now.

Rather than saying that he had a good time with this mission, Baillantid's eyes were on those enemies just now—it is better to say that Baillantid's emotions were high because every bullet just now was aimed at Attacked by Gin!

It was only after anticipating every evasion direction of Gin and calculating the reaction ability of those enemies, that it seemed to cooperate tacitly with Gin, and it was worthy to wipe Gin to take the lives of the enemies.

Brandide was really bored, and he even turned his idea of ​​killing time to gin.What a madman.

After realizing this, Gin didn't want to do what Billandide wanted, raised his eyes, and directly retracted the gun.

Sure enough, after he withdrew his murderous aura and gun, Brandide's expression froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Gin to have such a reaction.

There was a flicker in those blue eyes, like a moody child, tinged with boredom.

Compared with gin, Brandide always expressed his emotions directly on his face. The black-haired young man leaned back, leaned his head on the back of the car, and relaxed again.

Really boring.Brandide changed his posture, propped his chin and looked at the night scene outside the window, his lazy expression was perfectly captured in the rearview mirror.

The car fell into an unembarrassing silence. Vodka looked at his elder brother's face and changed direction silently. In short, he sent Bailandide out of the car first.

Who knows what will happen to Brandyd later.Vodka looks honest, but don't forget that he is also a member with a code name, and he has always been very clever in these details.

Where is the problem?Zhu Fukongliang himself was also a little puzzled.Obviously, the matter of saving my brother is not over yet, or this is the most critical time.Instead, he couldn't arouse any interest.

"Hey, Gin." Brandyd leisurely broke the calm, and looked at Gin with a cold face who was sitting on the side with his eyes closed and resting from the corner of his eye, "Have you ever been bored? How do you pass the time at a time like this?"

Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, clicked his tongue inwardly. Should it be said that he is indeed a lunatic like Brandide, who just confronted his elder brother just now, and now he started chatting calmly again—and unexpectedly, his elder brother also Not angry!If it was someone else, with such a capricious character, the eldest brother would have shot him up already, right?

"For you, what is interesting?" Qin Jiu really didn't remember what happened just now, and asked a question in a particularly cold tone.

And this question, on the contrary, really caught Zhu Fukongliang.

Zhu Fukongliang hesitated for a moment, subconsciously began to think in his mind.

Everyone around him has his own goals, and even the boys from the Detective Boys he knows have firm beliefs.

The small ones might just want to eat an eel meal, while the big ones just want to annihilate the organization.

But Zhu Fukongliang, apart from the goal of saving his brother, everything he has now feels like nothingness.

Compared with all the people he knew, Zhu Fukongliang was the most aimless and indifferent one.It is difficult for him to find his position.

When parents look at their children, they always hope that their children will become excellent people and become a good child.The elder brother looks at the younger brother, maybe he hopes that the younger brother is well-behaved and sensible, and the younger brother looks at the older brother, maybe he hopes that the older brother will play with him, and the older brother is a mature and stable person.

All these are external factors to attach the desired attributes to an existing "individual".

But whether it is Zhu Fu's family or Qi Mu's family, no one has ever asked Zhu Fu Kongliang to become a kind of person.

His parents don't ask him to be a good boy, his elder brother doesn't ask him to be a good younger brother, and his younger brother doesn't ask him to do anything or what kind of elder brother he should be.As long as he is happy.

Under such a big environment, it is difficult for Zhu Fukongliang to find his own position and way of action.

Zhu Fukongliang was free enough from the beginning, but he lacked his own goal.

When children were young, teachers always liked to come up with a proposition composition.What do you want to be when you grow up?

Zhu Fukongliang can answer the most perfect standard template, but in fact, his dream has always been vague.

However, Zhu Fu Kongliang didn't think too much about these things, and chose to turn the blur into clarity.He got a forum system that made his goal from that moment on to save his brother.

Then why, obviously the rescue is not over yet, but he was the first to feel bored?Zhu Fukongliang fell into silence.

As for Gin, Brandide only now felt numb and bored, so Gin was a little surprised.

Except for those who have pure faith and unswerving actions for goals.Even for those who are immersed in the dark, not every action will be interesting, and not every time they will encounter a well-matched opponent.

Finding a little fun in nothingness is the only way they must go.

Qin Jiu opened his eyes, and at some point once again met Zhu Fukongliang's dazed eyes, his tone was clearly the same as usual, but it seemed somewhat seductive, Qin Jiu said: "What is the difference between now and the past?"

Brandide blinked, but did not answer.

"It doesn't matter to you whether it's black or white, you just do things for fun." Gin's fingers stroked the cold firearm in his hand, his voice was low and hoarse: "Compared to the other party with troublesome rules, how do you choose, you yourself Knows better than I do. Brandide."

Zhu Fukongliang: "..."

Zhu Fukongliang complained: "What, I am obviously asking you seriously."

As a result, it turned into this kind of inexplicable standing in line to speak.

Zhu Fukongliang pursed his lips, and directly opened the car door—it happened to be near his apartment, and Vodka had already slowed down the speed of the car.But Vodka didn't expect Brandide to jump out of the car and run away before he stopped the car.

Gin didn't respond to this scene, he raised his eyes to the surprised expression of Vodka in the rearview mirror, and ordered coldly: "Keep driving."

On the other side, Zhu Fukong patted the ashes on his clothes, but unexpectedly heard a barely familiar voice behind him.

"Xiao Kongliang?" Hagiwara Kenji trotted over, with a smile in his tone: "Good evening~"

The smell of gunpowder smoke on Zhu Fukongliang's body has not dissipated, but Hagiwara Kenji just glanced at the instrument bag Zhu Fukongliang was carrying, and didn't even ask a word.

Hagiwara Ken was still carrying a bag of supermarket bags in his second hand, which contained some daily necessities. He seemed to have no sense of distance, and suddenly approached Zhu Fu Kongliang, met the eyes of the black-haired police officer, and said suspiciously: "Xiao Kongliang Did something happen? It doesn't look the same as before, huh?"

Zhu Fukongliang: "It has nothing to do with you, right?"

Hagiwara Kenji smiled lightly and said, "Don't be so indifferent, maybe I can be a bosom brother for a while."

"I can say that you are very familiar with Xiao Kongliang's current state, after all, I have also experienced it." Kenji Hagiwara thought of an adjective: "It's like suddenly losing your goal!"

Hagiwara Kenji stood beside Zhu Fukongliang with a natural attitude, and helped him analyze: "For example, after finishing a big event, there will always be a sense of relaxation of 'ah—it's over'. What is it? Is the troublesome work over?"

Seeing Zhu Fukong's bright expression, Hagiwara Kenji realized the answer, and after guessing a few more possibilities in this direction, his tone was gentle, and he returned to the original question: "Sure enough, it was because I suddenly didn't know what I was going to do. What's up?"

Hagiwara Kenji gave an example: "For example, a very troublesome boss suddenly stopped bothering me—"

However, Zhu Fukongliang stopped suddenly, realizing the reason why he felt bored—yes, how long has it been since that troublesome cartoonist, Mr. Shenming, bothered him?

Since the analysis of Matsuda Jinpei's possible self-help, and the moment Hagiwara Kenji was resurrected, the gods seem to have given up their resistance and moved forward the plot completely according to the setting given by Zhu Fukongliang.

His past behaviors and thoughts were always suppressed, and he suddenly lost the joy of resistance. Although this was indeed what Zhu Fukongliang wanted, at this moment, he still felt a sense of nothingness.

It was as if the party who had resisted the gods had become a pawn on the chessboard of the gods, about to be pushed away.

Hagiwara Kenji said with a smile: "But Kora Ryo is obviously the kind of person who can't sit still, so that's why he started to feel bored."

"Do you want to continue to make trouble for your boss?" Hagiwara Kenji made a bad suggestion.

Seeing the subtle changes in Zhu Fukongliang's expression, Hagiwara Kenji changed the hand to carry the bag, and naturally changed the subject: "By the way, I forgot to bring the photo. Are you free tomorrow? I'll return it to you."

"...No, that photo." Zhu Fukong blinked his eyes, met Hagiwara Kenji's black eyes, and said the next sentence.

Hearing Zhu Fukongliang's plan, Hagiwara Kenji seemed a little puzzled, but still nodded and said, "I see."

Zhu Fukongliang asked: "Don't you ask me why I did this?"

Hagiwara Kenji stretched out the hand that was scarred by the supermarket bag, pressed it on Zhu Fukongliang's head, and naturally untied the braid beside Zhu Fukongliang's ear: "If you don't tell Kongliang, I won't ask."

"Anyone can reject you, refute you, or not understand you." Hagiwara Kenji smiled, but his expression was extraordinarily serious: "Only I don't have the qualifications."

"Please trust me, Xiao Kongliang."

—Don’t forget, we are accomplices.