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"Jin Mu, tell me the truth." After listening to Jin Mu's narration of the whole matter, Tang Lin put her hands on Jin Mu's shoulders, looked into his eyes and asked seriously, "Are you in a relationship?" ?”

"Huh?" Jin Mu, who was still blushing a little because of Tang Lin's actions, couldn't react all of a sudden, and replied stupidly.

"I remember you were quite smart in the past." Tang Lin withdrew her hand, her face filled with grief, "If it wasn't for falling in love and lowering your IQ, how could you have let yourself be in this situation?"

"Hey, who the hell are you?" A certain bearded man who had been guarded by Jin Mu finally couldn't help asking, "I've been talking about something I don't know from just now, what do you want to do? ?”

"Mr. Manjo!" Kaneki turned his head and called, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "Kimura is my friend."

"Of course I believe you." Wan Zhangmu looked at Tang Lin vigilantly, "The problem is, your friend doesn't smell very friendly."

"It's really troublesome." Tang Lin didn't care much about the other party's guard against her, but after looking around, she said with some complaints, "I should have killed all those guys just now if I didn't pay attention. They got away, and that's what got them into such a mess."

"It's really a human." The exquisite-looking black-haired boy who came out of the woods looked at Tang Lin with interest and said, then turned his head to look at Nick who was not far behind him, "Hey, Was that gecko guy killed by this human?"

Nick walked forward while twisting his waist, while shaking his head: "No, it's another little girl in black. Speaking of which, that little girl smells a bit strange, as if she is not a pure human being."

After Tang Lin stared at the black-haired boy for a while, she tilted her head and asked, "Are you the one who brought Jin Mu here?"

The black-haired boy nodded indifferently: "That's right, it's me." As he spoke, he asked with some amusement, "What do you want to do after you know this? Do you want to avenge your friend?"

"This is his business, it has nothing to do with me." Tang Lin flatly denied it, and smiled maliciously, "Even if he wants revenge, he has to do it himself."

The black-haired boy sneered disdainfully: "Only by him?"

"The current him is definitely not good enough." Tang Lin sighed, "Okay, let's not talk about this for now, you think these ghouls who are only cannon fodder with you can kill me Have you caught it yet?"

The black-haired boy grinned: "If you don't try it, how would you know?" Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared.Standing in front of the black-haired boy, Tang Lin calmly stretched out her right hand holding the talisman paper, and pasted it to the void on her left, and directly fixed the black-haired boy who rushed over without knowing when.

"Yuhe, the speed is quite fast, but unfortunately, it's still not enough for me." Tang Lin smiled and said to the black-haired boy who had become a sculpture, that is, Kirishima Ayato, and stroked him "It's better for a child to be cute." Ignoring the other's angry expression completely, he turned to look at Nick, "What about you? Do you want to try it too?"

Nick took a step back wisely: "I hate violence the most~"

"I'll take Jin Mujun and a few others away." Tang Lin didn't look at him anymore, after all, the other person's appearance was really hurtful.Tang Lin is not sensitive to self-abuse that cannot be strengthened.

Then, just when everyone in Antique made up their minds to save Jinmu, Tang Lin took Jinmu back to the coffee shop, and greeted calmly amidst the stunned expressions of the crowd: "Yo, long time no see , let me have a cup of coffee."

After drinking the coffee, Tang Lin proposed to take Jinmu away for a while, so that Jinmu could become strong enough to bear his rare kindness.Out of respect (dread) for Tang Lin's strength, everyone in Antique did not express any objection.During Tang Lin's absence, Yueshan, who became Jinmu's fanatic fan, expressed that he would go together. Just when he was soft and hard on Jinmu, Tang Lin fixed him with a piece of talisman. Shocked a few other guys who wanted to follow secretly.

"I just told you to call and let me know." After leaving the Antique Coffee Shop, Tang Lin complained a little unhappily, "If you come here to explain yourself, you will have all kinds of troubles."

"Everyone in Antique is just concerned about me." Kaneki persuaded with a wry smile, "You can tolerate them a little bit."

Tang Lin didn't bother to talk to this good old man any more, and walked straight to the direction of the detective agency. After leaving for such a long time, she didn't know if there had been any changes in the detective agency.Speaking of it, although she decided to train Kaneki to make him stronger as soon as possible, but she didn't know how to implement it.Why don't you just throw Kaneki to Aizen?Aizen was once a captain anyway, so he should be quite experienced in training.Forget it, now there are not many good people like Jin Mu, and if they are blackened by Aizen, they will not be easy to bully.

Just when Tang Lin was thinking about how to place Jinmu, the system in her mind suddenly sounded an unprecedented sharp siren: "Warning!! Warning!! The power of system No. 12 has penetrated into this space!! Please stop within 24 hours. Clear the infiltration power!! Otherwise, it will be wiped out!! Before the infiltration power is cleared, the system will not provide any help to the host!!"

This is the first time she heard the word 'erasing' from the system.Tang Lin clutched her tingling head. Thinking of this, she felt that her mood became a little subtle.And after the system finished saying these words, there was indeed no sound. No matter how Tang Lin called, she couldn't get any response.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Tang Lin who was walking in front suddenly stop, clutching her head in a dizzy look, Jin Mu immediately stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Tang Lin shook her head, and after the buzzing in her mind subsided a little, she followed the last prompt before the system went silent, and a private house that she thought was problematic appeared in front of her eyes.

And just as she looked over, a group of men and women with different clothes and panicked expressions rushed out of the house. Among them, a young man with black hair and black eyes pulled out a machine gun from nowhere and pointed at the The window on the second floor of the house was shot fiercely.