Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Rang firmly believes that there is a "fate" connection between himself and the beauty. Although there is a "fate" that is as sad as Orange Rose, it is more of a "fate" to meet, reunite, and OX with the beauty.

For example, the small piece of paper I received contains a thin positioning signal transmitter, which makes people feel the vastness of the world's great technology.

【Yokohama Tour (11/11)】

[Alice: @Jean Woodyer, the signal tracking information you want. 】

【Alice: Mobile Signal.exe】

【Jean Woodyer: Kiss you, my excellent Ellis~】

[Alice: emmm, although, didn't you say yesterday that it's not the right time? 】

[Weisu: You changed your mind in one day, as expected of you! 】

【Jean Woodyer: Who made timing come so irregularly, spread hands.jpg】

【Jean Woodyer: @维苏, if Orange Rose hadn’t sent me such an extreme good person card——】

【Weisu: I wish you happiness.jpg】

Jean: Tsk, the dwarf is getting harder and harder to cheat.

Weisu: Tsk, this mere playboy wants to lie to me a second time!

kp: fight!fight!fight! ! !

Originally, Jean had no intention of looking for that Fyodor. After all, compared with the dangerous and mysterious purple rose, he was more interested in the warm and novel orange rose—but he was dumped.

Let melancholy poke open the small program on the phone, a wicked map pops up on the screen, the red dot is his location, and the blue dot is the destination.

"It's a little bit of a distance," Jean said as he opened the car door and got into his Chevrolet, "I hope you don't miss out."

The lemon-colored car body roared with the roar of the motor, and it disappeared into the peaceful residential area in a short time.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

With the effort of front and rear feet, a delivery man in a yellow uniform appeared, carrying a wooden food box in his hand. He looked at the dormitory building in front of him a few more times, then walked up the stairs to the second floor, and rang The closed dormitory door.

"Knock knock."

Seeing that there was no movement inside the door, the delivery man said, "Hello, TA-Q-BIN!——Your red bean rice has arrived, please take it!"

The self-defeating curly creature inside the door had to get up.

"Mua's, hateful Teddy..." the curly creature walked to the door and opened it, mumbling.

[Liu Ke: I must take revenge back. ]

[kp: Why, you can still counterattack? ]

[Liu Ke: How can a person bite a dog after being bitten by a dog! ]

[kp: It's not like that...]

[Liu Ke: Hehe, just wait, I will not let Teddy, who was cast in the wrong birth, continue to work hard as a human being! ]

kp: ... Let's fight, let's fight! ! !

As soon as the door was opened, the warm light and the faces of the people outside came into Ruke's eyes.

The white-haired delivery man raised a sweet smile: "Yo~ It's a surprise that I didn't keep me waiting~"

The right eye is partially adorned with a small mask, which does not detract from his delicate and vibrant appearance.

"Speaking of which, you look different from what Fei Jia told me." The "deliverer" opened his eyes, and the clear eyes embedded with a cross glanced up and down at Rick undisguisedly, "You seem to be much shorter than Fei Jia What, Jean? Is that the name?"

"You misunderstood." Rick immediately acquiesced in his identity, "You are also very different from my perception of Fei Jia, very different."

"Of course~" The "deliverer" took out a corner of the white cloth from his arms, and the original yellow uniform instantly changed into a white-based slim suit vest, "Dangdang~Gogol is a great clown~"

The twisted braid on the back of Gogol's head drew a proud arc in the air because of his exaggerated movements.

[Sulker: "Joker", loves the attention-grabbing nickname. ]

[Ru Ke: "The greatest", he is a confident person, so confident that he is arrogant. ]

[Ru Ke: An extremely self-conscious pleasure criminal, highly idealistic, as far as the current situation is concerned - there is no moral bottom line. ]

It's... a very useful chess piece.

"Actually, I'm not letting," Sulker rolled up his quilt. "If you must look for 'Rang', you are looking for the wrong person, but if you are looking for 'Rang', you are looking for the right person."

Gogol tilted his head: "Alara, in fact, Gogol had already guessed it just now, but I didn't expect you to say it out on your own initiative!"

"A Tuo knows that I will be very upset if I leak my words," the white-haired clown pretended to be distressed, "He has been asking Gogol to keep it secret, what should I do... Ah, I have it!"

The clown who called himself "Gogol" approached Rick: "The dead will not be exposed!"

Liu Ke didn't evade: "Compared to killing me, would Fei Jia who killed you be more attractive to you?"

After all, you have been violating the request of "Feijia/A Tuo" openly, dear clown.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

According to the small program navigation given by Ellis, Jean drove to a remote suburban church. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary Catholic church. There were no churchgoers coming and going, not even a cleaning lady.

"It's such a desolate place." Jean opened the car door and got out of the car, "One more me will make God's face less deserted."

[kp: I beg you, don't speak yellow accents. ]

[let:? ]

[Jean: No, where is the color here? ]

[kp: ... sorry. ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The iron door was ajar, and it was not locked, allowing anyone to enter with just a push.

The overall appearance of the church building is still intact, but the internal greening is not good, and the untrimmed branches and leaves are scattered all over the place.

Jean looked back at the car at the door, then continued towards the church door and pushed the heavy wooden door.

A black-haired young man wearing a Cossack hat sat in the center of the church. There was a seat originally used as a priest's pulpit. He sat on that chair with a Bible in his hand, hanging high behind the stained glass above him. Telling about the great achievements of God's creation of the world, the colorful light refracted through the glass, Shi Shiran sprinkled on him—as if the son of God descended.

"Appreciate~~~~"

The romantic and casual whistle pierces into the rich religious space, letting the youth walk into the youth with brisk steps.

"What is this doing? Tempting me?"

Fyodor: ...I didn't expect that.

"As far as my personal taste is concerned, I don't hate people with beliefs, but," Jean turned his eyes around the splendid church murals, his tone was ambiguous, "If your belief is such an ordinary existence, I will be disappointed Yes, Monsieur Fyodor."

Fyodor closed the pages: "If I was really a devout Catholic, I would be so angry that I would stab you with a knife when I heard such words."

Jean laughed: "Aren't you the kind of person who won't stab me with a knife as long as I don't mess with you? Isn't it?"

Fyodor: "...Lee Jun, you and Gogol will definitely get along well."

"Gogol?" Jean expressed confusion, "Who is it?"

"I asked you to bring Jun to meet my friend," Fyodor answered patiently. "It seems that something unexpected happened to him and the delay was caused."

"Are you pretty?"

Fyodor: "Well, as far as Gogol is concerned, he is very delicate and handsome on the outside, but also very colorful on the inside."

"It's really unlucky to miss out on such a beauty," Let Possession approach Fyodor, "But if I can see Fyodor earlier, I don't think it's a pity."

Fyodor: "..."

Jean handed him a rose affectionately: "Will Mr. Fyodor accept my confession?"

Fyodor could barely keep his understanding smile.

Nikolai, you are here at this time.

Jean's dormitory.

The clown in the black suit and the white suit sat on the floor, with red bean rice between them.

"Let me introduce myself again," Gogol pulled out a handful of playing cards from his pocket, and threw the cards into the sky, "I am Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol! I am a clown who mocks the world. To be the freest man in the whole world!"

"Now I'm a colleague with Fyodor, working hard to destroy the world!"

In the poker rain that was pouring down one after another, Ruoke "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to deal with Gogol's second speech, while protecting his red bean rice.

It's not that he likes red bean rice so much, but that Rick is hungry.

[kp: If you don’t supplement food, your judgment success rate will generally be reduced by 5. ]

"Emm um."

Sulker chewed the rice, felt the chocolate red beans buried in the rice, and his mouth felt greasy.

"Ruke, you are so cold, even colder than A Tuo." Gogol, who didn't get the expected response from his new colleagues, picked up the playing cards unhappily.

"Well," Rick swallowed the rice, "You can bear with this level, as the only companion of the 'Freedom Alliance'."

"Freedom——" Gogol rested his palms on the floor and looked at the ceiling with emotion, "A Tuo also said that he would let Gogol be free, but he can only be free with A Tuo's permission. He is no longer free."

"Pull you down." Ruoke put down the bowl and rolled his eyes at Gogol. "According to what you said, 'freedom' is a utopian fantasy. You can't even dream of it in this lifetime."

Gogol: "Excessive, just now you said it so vigorously, but now you hit Gogol like this."

"It's what you said is too outrageous." Ruker didn't care about Gogol's dissatisfaction. "Now is the age of technology. If you want to destroy the world, can't you just find a few buttons and press them? You 'work'?"

"I've done it!" Gogol said aggrievedly, "But the world is unscathed, and it can hit people!"

Rick: "... What kind of special medicine is needed to cure the second disease? Don't shy away from the disease. For our new freedom alliance, I am willing to pay 320 yen."

As soon as Gogol turned the cloak in his hand, an extra hat appeared in his hand in the next second.

"Gogol, I have evidence!"

He dumped the contents of his hat, and the papers clattered across the room.

Rick picked up a few pieces of paper casually, and his expression became more sympathetic: "Does the consequence of being unable to cure the second disease affect one's cognition? Sure enough, the second generation in the Japanese is too difficult to deal with."

The paper in his hand is all blank!

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The author has something to say:

Gogol is here!Gogol betrayed!

Fyodor: ...Smile Strongly.jpg

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