The power name is too shameful, I can't say it

After getting out of the white light, Mr. Kidd and I looked at each other in embarrassment.

Kidd reached out and pulled me up from the ground, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you for saving me."

I didn't care about him, my attention had already shifted from him to other places.

Not far away, I saw the familiar figures of Mr. Dazai and... my lively, cute, innocent and innocent baby Nakaya!

Ahhh, what happened to my big baby?

How does he look so weak, even the movements of beating people are light and light, which makes Dad very worried.

No, the one who was beaten seems to be Mr. Dazai. It's great that Mr. Dazai is still alive, but why did he make Baby Nakaya angry?

Seeing this, I couldn't help but clenched the dagger in my hand.

If it wasn't for my father's lack of strength now, my father would go over and help Zhongye Dabao hack people.

No, this is not right, why would I want to kill Mr. Dazai, this is not in line with my optimal solution at all.

It was the hypnotic suggestion, which had a greater effect on me than I expected.

My affection for Baby Zhongye has completely broken through the boundaries of reason, which is not in line with my optimal solution.

Closing my eyes, I turned my head with difficulty, grabbed the clothes of the person beside me and pleaded with the last ounce of reason: "Please take me away from this place, the farther the better."

Mr. Kidd didn't ask why, but agreed directly: "That's what I mean too."

He put his hands on my waist and hugged me: "The strange fog around has not disappeared. From my experience, the battle here is not over yet. We must leave quickly."

But I didn't care about him and couldn't help turning my head to look in the direction of Mr. Dazai, looking at my lovely baby Nakaya.

Mr. Dazai next to the big baby seemed to have seen me too, he smiled and waved to me innocently.

If I hadn't lost my strength, I would have rushed over to beat Mr. Dazai.

I was so worried about Mr. Dazai's safety, but when I found out that he was fine, my first reaction was not that it's great that Mr. Dazai is still alive, but that Mr. Dazai let go of my cub!

I even think that Chuya hits him completely fine, it's really too light and I want to go over and pass the knife.

It's me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" In Kidd's shock, I cut myself with a dagger.

The blood and pain as the second hint will make the adrenaline and dopamine secretion in my body faster and calmer at the same time.

I felt a throbbing pain in my temple, this feeling of knowing that something was wrong and accepting it calmly.

Even at the moment of life and death, it is too much to directly increase the favorability to 100 in order to save one's life.

Using supernatural sutures to suture the wound, I reached out and signaled to him: "It's okay, let's continue to leave here."

Seeing this scene, Kidd couldn't help but praised: "It's so convenient to have a supernatural power."

After hesitating for a while, I let go of the dagger that Mr. Dazai gave me, and let it fall into the ruins.

Seeing this, Kidd didn't say anything but hugged me and continued on his way.

When we were getting farther and farther away from Zhongye Dabao, and I couldn't feel his light, the fatherly love in my heart broke out.

Rejecting Kidd who was holding me, I stood on the ground by myself: "You let me go, I'm going back to find baby Zhongye."

If it wasn't for the fact that I had thrown away the dagger far away, I should have stabbed him with the dagger now, or threatened him with the knife on his neck.

Kidd stopped in his tracks helplessly, and sighed, "Miss, you just let me..."

Before he finished speaking, I regained some sense: "Don't go there, the farther away from there the better."

"Is there something wrong with your supernatural ability?" He asked me curiously, "Can you tell me something about supernatural abilities?"

I didn't answer him, and I was in huge trouble right now.

When I wanted to find a way through the system, I could only see large snowflakes on the screen.

Not only that, even if I called out countless times in my heart, my mentally retarded system did not answer.

What's even worse is that with the thick fog around me, I seem to see a lot of phantoms.

A little girl who was only about ten years old came to me. As she approached, I found that he was exactly the same as the girl in the oil painting that Mr. Sen gave me.

She got closer and closer until she became one with me.

I got a memory. It was a huge explosion that woke me up from my dream. When I got up, I found that there was no one around. After I ran out of the bedroom, I was in the familiar leader’s office.

I rubbed my eyes in a daze, and through the window I could see the battle between Mr. Nakahara and the red dragon in the sky.

That was a completely different perspective from just now, seeing that Mr. Nakahara had won.

With some curiosity, I walked out of the port mafia and went to the direction of the battle, looking for Alice and my father, and then I seemed to be attacked violently.

When I was dying, it was also in that mist that my supernatural power broke out for the first time and brought me to this world.

Six years before I came to this world, it was during the Dragon Head War that the white mist first appeared in Yokohama.

Immediately, brother Luanbu appeared in the fog and took me away from the danger.

This is a memory belonging to Jasmine Mori, from that day six years ago and today from another world.

As more and smaller little girls apparated, my memory began to revive.

My name is Fukuzawa Moli, and I am 16 years old. I am a non-staff civilian employee of the Armed Detective Agency. I am the adopted daughter of the president and the younger sister of a detective.

No, I am Mori Mori. I am ten years old this year. I am the only daughter of Mori Ogai, the leader of the Port Mafia, and the heir of the Port Mafia.

Memory cognition and everything, the two Is before and after are separated.

Even if I still use the optimal solution as my mantra, I have changed too much without knowing it during the six years in the Armed Detective Agency.

The flowers that grew up in the flesh and darkness have undergone a radical change after experiencing the light.

It’s fine if there are only these two points, I can integrate everything through the optimal solution to become a 16-year-old good girl belonging to my father and elder brother.

But in my cognition, there is still a third strand of memory.

This memory tells me that I am Fukuzawa Moli and the father of a child, and I love my child Nakahara Chuya deeply.

I knew he was in Yokohama, so I came here. I have been searching for him for ten years, but I couldn't find him. Until today, we met again.

Every cell in me is telling me the direction he is in, and I should rush there to meet his father and son.

However, this is not right.

If Jasmine Mori was my childhood and Jasmine Fukuzawa was my growth, then where did this inexplicable memory of being a father come from?

I'm just an ordinary girl, how could I have such a big cub.

Just when I was in a mess, Kidd's hand tugged at my hair.

Having caught my attention, he asked me, "So, where the hell are we going?"

When I was awakened by him, I felt that I was stepping in the center of the phantom and the vortex, so I had to ask him for help: "Please help me."

"It's not you begging me, it's me begging you. Miss Jasmine, I beg you not to cry, okay?"

Mr. Kidd seemed to be frightened by me, and his voice was a little embarrassed: "Don't cry, we can go back, I will admit it even if it is in danger."

Am I crying?I thought it was starting to rain.

I forced myself to stand and refused to move: "No, I don't want to go there."

It seemed that I was breaking down, and Kidd said helplessly: "Forget it, I can't make sense with you, a stupid woman, so don't struggle, just let me take you away."

I pulled his sleeve and begged: "Don't take me there, I should stay away from that direction, I'm going to find my lord father."

The faces of the two fathers and adults appeared in front of my eyes, and for a while I didn't know who to look for.

I fell silent again.

Seeing me like this, Kidd sighed: "Then you have to listen to me."

Being held by him, I covered my head in a daze: "Jasmine... Jasmine will be obedient."

Just as we were pulling, two figures walked over from the ruins.

They also saw Mr. Kidd and me, and came towards us.

After they approached, I also saw their appearance clearly.

Is it a new hallucination?But this phantom is very real: "Father."

I stretched out my hand to them and looked at the adoptive father and biological father who came over. I covered my head with tears rolling down my face: "Jasmine's head hurts so much, Jasmine is so scared...save Jasmine."

The two adults did not continue to come, they stopped and looked at me from a distance.

On the contrary, the blond girl Alice came over harmlessly, she looked at me worriedly and asked, "Jasmine, are you okay?"

As Alice walked in, Kidd, who had just suffered a big loss from the clone, subconsciously pulled me back a step.

I was staggered and realized that all this was real and not a phantom.

If it's not hallucinations...

Mr. Kidd is going to be miserable.

Although I know he wants to protect me, my father doesn't seem to think so.

I can see that my adoptive father Fukuzawa Yukichi has drawn out the samurai sword in his hand.

Mr. Mori also took out the pistol in his arms and opened the safety, even the lovely Alice sauce entered the fighting state.

Their state made me calm down a little, and I subconsciously looked at Mr. Kidd's hand that was still holding mine.

From such a long distance, can my father hear the conversation between me and Mr. Kidd, and how much can I hear?

Thinking of the content of our conversation just now, I just felt my head hurt even more.