Intelligence Bureau

Fortunately, that period of chaotic darkness was only for a moment. Lennart opened his eyes after a few seconds, but what greeted him did not seem to be a fact that could be carried by a few seconds.

While vacating a small space in my mind to study the [-] stewing methods of mushrooms, I rolled my eyes and looked at this strange place.

I don't know why the decoration of this room gave him an inexplicable sense of the times, maybe this feeling comes from those fresh and unique decorations, or from intuition.

The moment I woke up, there was a dire speculation slowly taking shape.

Looking at the end, Lennart slowly got up from the sofa and walked to the desk opposite the sofa.A bunch of documents were scattered on the desk made of high-grade mahogany, and the black and white words were reflected in Lennart's dark brown eyes, entwining his eyeballs.

Those words are not unfamiliar.

Picking up a sheet nearby, Leinart quickly discovered a word that appeared frequently—disciplinary committee.What is this, another flag of D Spedo? Leinart raised his eyebrows slightly. The name is pretty good, domineering!puff~

Perhaps the only person who can still laugh at such a time is this man.His eyes wandered for a while on the scattered documents on the table, and after finding nothing interesting, Lennart looked up at the blue sky outside the window.

I really want to practice the idea of ​​[-] kinds of stewed mushrooms now.

After thinking about it, Lennart bypassed the obstructing desk, came to the window, leaned against the window rail, and overlooked this brand new world, the world that finally moved him.

Under the blue sky, those bright sunshine, those green trees, those bright figures, those inaudible noises, those ordinary but not ordinary things, Leinart thinks he will remember them all his life. In an instant, the wonderful trance feeling felt.

Heh, was he brought to the fairy tale kingdom?Those young and immature faces made him feel the cruelty of time~ no wonder.No matter how much D Spedo longs for the youth that will never return, he will not shake his heart that enjoys the baptism of time~

Leinart, who was stunned for two seconds, quickly adjusted his mentality and complained about Mr. Major with all his strength.

"who are you?"

There are not many people who speak interrogative sentences in the same tone as declarative sentences, and there is only one person who utters such a sentence with a specific tone. After a moment of stiffness, Lennart turned his head slowly.Did he... find it?

The movement of turning one's head seems to have been carried out for a century, but it only takes less than a second to disappoint expectations, and it only takes half a second to be shocked.

The people at the door looked terrifying.

Different from the coser in Desire, the person in front of him has even learned eight points of that unique coolness, and he just misunderstood the voice. This is the first time that Lennart can't control his expression, and the shock has replaced it. Smile.

"I ask, who are you?" The person at the door looked more stern, and there was arrogance in his words.

Really, if Arnold were ten years younger, he would be exactly the same.

Lennart's sickly hands cast a shadow on his forehead, leaving only two seductive lips covering his face.Skylark clearly watched how the red lips that shouldn't be a man rose step by step to a dangerous arc.

"This should be my problem~ kid." If I find out that this is your illegitimate child, I will kill the child in the cradle, Mrs. Arnold~

Lennart put his hand down, put it in his belt, and walked across the small room step by step in his usual casual walking posture.The dark brown eyes narrowed into two lines, and the curved arc seemed to try to meet the upward arc of the corner of the mouth, walking from the sunlight just like that.

The whole person seems to disappear as illusory as he walks.

"Little ghost?" From the man's unproficient Japanese, Skylark was still able to quickly grasp the key words.According to Skylark's thinking, it just doesn't know where it came from and can't even speak clearly, and treats his territory as his own home as a random herbivore, trying to challenge his authority.

Duckweed crutches are ready to go in the wide sleeves.

"Do you also think this title is good? Hello, my name is Leinart Costa." Leinart directly ignored the murderous intent in those gray-black eyes, stretched out a hand, and waited for the person opposite with a smile. response.

How can a person who can't even stop those gray-blue eyes stop because of this pair of youthful and frivolous eyes that still need to be settled.

However, it was not the other hand that greeted him, but a cold kidnapper, accompanied by the young man's cool voice, "I don't need to know your name."

"Oh, this kid is really, didn't you just ask who I belong to?" Leinart put his hands back into his pockets unhurriedly, dodging away, and the kidnapper drew a breath of fresh coolness in the air beside his ears.

It's the same with the character who wants to hit someone without saying a few words... Now there is really no way to break away from you, Mrs. Arnold.Lennart flashed a taller and calmer image in his mind based on the person in front of him.

That person, is he still waiting for him to go back?

Germany 500 years ago.

The dim kerosene lamp swayed all night, and died out a second before sunrise.The whole room was suddenly plunged into silent darkness, only a pair of gray-blue eyes penetrated the darkness, still clear.

Without calling for someone to turn on the lights, Arnold turned his chair around, with his back facing the door and facing the window, staring out the window at the gloom before dawn.The person who promised to come back from dinner didn't return all night, but he actually sat on this chair all night.

Why did he wait for him, why did he stick to an unscrupulous promise, why did he have the anger of being let go, why did the anger develop into worry, Arnold didn't want to explore the reasons.Wait until the sunrise. Once the night is over, the agreement will naturally cease to exist.

Otherwise, when that person comes back, he will make a fuss for another week to express his dissatisfaction with his missed appointment.

So until the sun rose from the horizon, and the radiant light finally came in through many street corners, illuminating this house that had been silent for too long in the dark night, it was already empty.

The person who was supposed to come back didn't come back, and the person who was waiting for him didn't need to wait any longer. The man who sat on the chair all night finally left with his clothes on, leaving an afterimage of the room that lingered for a long time.

It's like him staring at a table of dishes and wanting to take out his handcuffs, and him leaning against the table with a plate and laughing, both are locked here and will not be taken away.

When the black windbreaker disappeared at the corner of the street, he still looked back at this window, just like the actions of the man in white at the beginning, the state of mind changes with the situation.Lennart Costa, you don't need any reason to torture you!Because the reasons are too numerous to count.

The author has something to say: the lazy author is finally forced to come...

Everyone is welcome to come over with a knife to threaten, otherwise I really don’t realize it==(Is this what an author should say?!)

After coding all afternoon, I can code out such Braille characters. What is the year and month of [-] years...

However, when Skylark comes, inspiration also comes. Regarding how to play Skylark's one hundred and eight moves, why not try them one by one?