Red dust kills beauty

Twenty, Cruel Angel ③

I remember before, Ivan once told me that I look like a puppet, and I always play with myself like a puppet, and even my heart is the heart of a puppet.

I asked Ivan what the doll's heart was, and I didn't remember the doll having a heart.

As soon as Ivan slapped the table, he was right, you know, puppets have no heart.

At that time, I only learned a little bit of human sophistication, and only later realized that this old man was scolding me.

Sometimes he would say some boring words, and he said to me that dolls are fine, and it’s okay if they don’t have a heart.

But now, I can't seem to be a puppet anymore.

A-Zhan's blood splashed on my face, body, and hair. He was nailed to the rack with his head bowed down.

"Ah... Cheng..."

His fingers moved weakly, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

"..." I blinked slowly.

Jayne isn't my friend, family, partner, lover...he's not anyone to me, that's why I'm surprised I'm sad right now.

It's really inexplicable, but it's just a mission target that I've known for less than two months, why am I so sad when he died?

I walked out of the torture room and told the guards outside: "Contain his body and find a place to bury it."

This group of people are the ones who interrogated me. I suspect that the witch merchants deliberately wanted to scare me, so they transferred the most ruthless ones at that time - obviously, they would always avoid me at ordinary times. of.

Several people were terrified by me. I was in such a bad mood that I ignored their mood at all. I passed the crowd and went back to the dormitory covered in blood.

That's right, it's outrageous-a violent criminal group like Yu Jingchun actually has a fucking staff dormitory.

The treatment of the special operations group is relatively good, equipped with single rooms, although not big, but enough.I closed the door, weighed my blood-soaked platinum long hair, walked to the table, picked up the scissors, and cut my waist-length hair down to my ears.

The blood-stained hair fell to the ground. I lit a piece of paper expressionlessly and threw it into my hair. The white and red turned into a black and burnt mass in an instant.

It's ugly.

Smelly and ugly.

When I went to the Armed Forces Department to report the next day, Zhaoyao saw my new look and greeted me a bit stutteringly: "Ning Ning Ning Ning Hongchen, why did you change your hairstyle?"

I stroked my hair and looked at him with a smile: "I thought about it, it's still inconvenient to have long hair in battle, so I cut it short, how about it, handsome?"

Zhaoyao, the idiot who believes what other people say, really does not doubt him.He rubbed his chin and looked at it for a long time, and commented pertinently: "Although you are still a bit girly, but it won't make people think you are Barbie at a glance, not bad."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked across my hair and stopped on my neck.There was the pink hair tie he gave me.

He repeated again, his ears a little red: "Well, I mean, it's pretty good."

Zhaoyao was obviously in a good mood today, so I asked knowingly, "Boss, what good thing happened to make you so happy?"

He froze for a moment: "Is there? Why didn't I notice?"

What a fool.

I shook my head and greeted him: "It happens to be re-recording today, and I'm going to Mr. Wu's to make a summary of the report. Gou Yao, remember to hand over the signature in time, and don't stop me outside the door."

As an important command center at the level of a military base, the Yujingchun headquarters has strict confidentiality measures.The information at the gate of the headquarters has to be re-registered once a week. For departments like the Special Operations Group, whose secrecy level is second only to the Ministry of Intelligence, apart from verification methods such as iris fingerprints, the magnetic card that records the identity information has to be re-registered every two days. .

The witch merchant seconded me until the end of this mission, and I can return to my original job after I report to that garbage, so I remind Zhaoyao not to forget to record my information.

He is so happy today because of this.It's ridiculous that this guy hasn't reacted yet, obviously the pheromone is already full of excitement that is about to overflow.

If I hadn't been declaring that I was undifferentiated, and undifferentiated people couldn't perceive the existence of pheromones, I would have tugged on him by the collar and asked him to absorb the estrous smell on my body!

Really, what kind of person was this child taught by, how can he be so dull! ?

Zhaoyao reached out to catch the ID card I threw to him, pinched and sniffed it unconsciously——I saw the corners of my eyes twitching, Zhaoyao, you will never smell pheromone again—and put it away In the pocket: "I'll see you off."

"..." I was very moved and refused, "It's better, boss, I'm familiar with this part of the road."

Zhaoyao has already grabbed my wrist and walked forward without any doubt: "This is called having a beginning and an end."

Me: "..." OK.

As human beings who follow social rules, in order to avoid embarrassment, they often have unnecessary conversations.Or it can be called "greetings".

What Zhaoyao and I are having now is this kind of inefficient and boring conversation.

"Are you still used to it in Yujingchun?"

"It's okay, anyway."

"Ah... oh, then, how have you been these two days, I mean, how's it been under the hands of the witch merchant? I don't mean to inquire about information, but..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand what you mean. Mr. Wu, you understand, anyway, I'm yours, so he won't kill me directly. Let's say it's good or bad."

"What nonsense are you talking about 'my people', you man, since you are of mixed race, you should learn the language well before speaking!... Cough, I mean, um, that's it."

"Hmm, yes."

I gave him a hearty smile full of business, and decisively ended this impatient conversation.

When approaching the intelligence department, Zhaoyao hesitated again and again, and brought up the topic again: "Hey, Ning Hongchen, I haven't had time to ask, where do you live recently?"

"Dormitory, what's the matter?"

Zhaoyao raised an eyebrow: "With your position...single room?"

"single."

He was full of confusion: "Our department comes in so quickly, why don't you live in a suite?"

"Because I want to save money."

I am honest.

"You move out for me and find a good house to live in. What do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you."

"Ah...it's not good."

He didn't care about it all over his face: "You are my subordinate, what's wrong with you?"

This idiot is obviously raising me with the attitude of an Alpha chasing a horse, and insisting that he takes care of his subordinates.

"But the things I want to save money to buy are just for you."

With the background of the trash of the world, the witch merchant, Zhaoyao looks so pitiful and cute. A month ago, I decided to give him a gift, but the one I valued was a bit expensive, and I had to save money.

"..."

Zhaoyao looked at me in astonishment, her ears suddenly turned red.

After a while, he agreed to come over, gritted his teeth, and said decisively: "You move out for me—I'll pay for it! You suffered multiple injuries in the punishment room, didn't you count yourself? The dormitory is so cold, and you are not afraid of arthritis." .”

Suddenly being murdered, I said, "...ah."

"'Ah' what'ah'!" He seemed to be angry, and his tone became more and more irritable, "I will move tomorrow, you know! I will sign the bill!"

...he really gave too much.

Zhaoyao is the minister, and his authority is enough to enter the headquarters of the Ministry of Intelligence.The witch merchant's activities are mostly in the main courtyard of the palace, which is his site, and the former study is his office.

Don't say it's actually a good match with this person.

Zhaoyao refused to leave when she walked into the courtyard of the main courtyard. This is another point I really want to complain about.As for courtship, he also said that he was really alpha-conscious when drawing up territory, whether it was provoking Fu Baixue's beta in the medical department, or refusing to enter the territory of the undifferentiated witch merchants—the domain awareness is also a bit too strong Let's have a drink.

With the report I drove out all night, I entered the office of the witch merchant alone.Buildings that are too old always have a sense of gloom. Every time I step up to the threshold, I always feel that I have stepped into the mouth of a giant beast.

The witch merchant had been waiting inside for a long time. He looked like he was at his leisure. When he saw me coming in, he held his chin and greeted me with a smile: "Good morning, Aning."

gross.

I held back my nausea, saluted him, and started the task report.

"...He is indeed what we found out, and he transported the stimulant through the smuggling ship of Gukou, but that is just a drop in the bucket of that batch. According to my judgment, A Zhan was just thrown out to confuse the view Smoke bombs, he doesn't know anything about the deeper inside story. However, the source of the directional transformation agent he has mastered is worth pondering."

"According to what he said, it was two months ago that someone came to offer it to him, saying that he wanted to cultivate his place as a 'direct sales station'. But I suspect that it was actually used as a testing ground by the people behind the scenes. The only thing is to collect more experimental samples. I checked the medicines, and they are obviously semi-finished products. I judge that there should be people watching near the cellar that Azhan rented. Our actions were relatively secretive yesterday, and they probably haven’t discovered it yet. If you go to arrest people now..."

While I was reporting, Wu Shang had been daubing a thick coloring book with watercolor pens.

This is his hobby. Every time I come over, I can see different types of picture booklets on his desk—not the ones for adults like Shen〇 Garden, but the ones that are very childish and simple. Toddlers with cartoons such as kangaroos with black and white lines.

I don't feel anything about it.It's my business for me to report to work, it's his business if he doesn't want to listen, anyway, I just do my job.

But this time he rarely interrupted me.

"Needless to say, Ah Ning, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday, but I already knew about these things."

"..." I looked at him, and a bad premonition gradually surged in my heart.

The witch merchant said hypocritically: "It sounds a little sorry for you, but in fact, we have already investigated the information clearly. Sending you there is actually a special confession from the boss, asking me to send you a mission— —Because A-Zhan is so stupid and funny, probably because he is incredibly stupid, so it's quite funny."

"So I guess, the boss wants to share such a fun person with you."

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a faint smile on his face, and he said in a full-fledged way: "I'm sorry, Ah Ning, please forgive me."

My head was buzzing, and I understood it all at once.

This is not a task at all, but a "test" for me.

The witch merchant spread some specious rumors in the headquarters in advance, just to isolate me, so that Zhaoyao would let go and transfer me to the intelligence department.In this way, I have no support and no source of information, which is equivalent to being blind and deaf.Then, he carefully selected such a task, just to observe my reaction.

I'm afraid Fu Baixue is also the person they sent to monitor me. Once I threaten Yu Jingchun, Fu Baixue will definitely point the gun at me immediately!

That's why Fu Baixue said "it's just confirming a conjecture", and that's why Wu Shang said "the task is not important"——

These... bastards...

The witch merchant's gentle words came into my ears: "But the apology is just a formality, because you are just a puppet who doesn't understand people's hearts."

I don't understand people's hearts...?

By the way, the witch merchant said the same to me last time. Although I have a keen observation of dead objects, my understanding of the human heart is too shallow, so I overturned over and over again.

These bastards, comparing others to puppets over and over again, what kind of rubbish hobby are they?

Aren't they also string puppets in the hands of others! ?

Next chapter: Cruel Angel④

"Mr. Wu, you are...unexpectedly holding grudges..." I laughed intermittently, "The time I first met you...you remember it until now...you finally paid it back...yes Not very happy?"

He pressed on the needle and gently pushed the tube of medicine into the back of my neck.

The author says:

I was wrong. I didn't expect the number of words to explode again.

In the next chapter, Aning will split up.Fuck, it's finally split, is there any abo article like me that didn't split the protagonist until chapter 20!