[Comprehensive] The Adventures of a Mermaid

The president is injured...

Such a powerful vice president was injured...

"Huh? Has our association been breached?"

"Ah... not..."

In the ward, Cynthia stood there peacefully, with her head down, looking like she had done something wrong.

"Grandpa President, I was wrong. I am half responsible for Mr. Pariston becoming like this! But if I say that all the responsibility is on me, I don't agree!"

Nitro stroked his long beard with a kind face, and glanced at Pallistone who was wrapped in many bandages on the hospital bed, feeling inexplicably that Cynthia did a good job!This guy is unpredictable all day long, so he should be taught a lesson!But how could he applaud in his heart, and asked with dignity on his face: "Huh? Why is it not your responsibility? The vice president's arm is dislocated!"

Cynthia raised her head, glanced at Pariston guiltily, and pointed at Jin standing by the doorframe without hesitation, with an innocent face: "If it wasn't for Uncle Jin who broke in suddenly! Mr. Pariston wouldn't I'll be hit by rubble! I won't miss Mr. Pariston, and I won't accidentally break Mr. Pariston's arm in the end!"

"..." Jin twitched the corners of his mouth, inexplicably feeling something was wrong but didn't know what it was.

After Cynthia finished speaking, she frowned and said, "But isn't Mr. Pallistone the vice president? The president's grandfather is so hot, why can't Mr. Pallistone avoid even broken stones? Why?" Cynthia covered her lips , seems to be entangled in this problem.

Netero shook his white beard silently, and looked at Pallistone with slightly subtle eyes.

Tsk tsk, being complained by a teenage girl, you really failed as the vice president.

"Okay, since Pariston is fine, Cynthia, you can go back to the villa first, there is still an investigation that requires your cooperation with Rip."

Nitro walked out the door of the ward. Cynthia nodded, bowed politely to Pariston, and then left with Rip. In the long corridor, Nitro looked at Cynthia and muttered that Rip was walking too fast. Followed closely, sighed: "I really don't know how long this girl can stay in the Hunter Association."

"President?" Jin's eyes were gentle: "Isn't it us who protect her! Investigations during this period have shown that Cynthia is the only mermaid in the world. The Hunter Association will definitely provide protection measures."

"Yeah." Nitro glanced sideways at Jin, turned around, and suddenly said: "Yeah, what you said, Jin, is very right, so I entrust this serious task to you!"

Jin, who was in an inexplicably heavy atmosphere, was taken aback by this passage, and then stared blankly at Nitro.

"Jin, your proposal is very correct, but thieves are rampant now, especially the Phantom Troupe destroyed an unprotected ruins a few days ago, and everyone in the association is very busy..."

"President qwq, I am also very busy!!!"

Nitro said vicissitudes: "Oh, the association can no longer hide the news about Cynthia. If it gets out, there will be more and more people who want to get this mermaid. There are not a few powerful minds to protect it. How can that work!"

"The only mermaid, maybe the last one..."

"As an Eudemons hunter, if you can't do this little thing well. Your son Xiaojie will be very disappointed if he finds out..."

When mentioning his son Xiaojie, Jin suddenly trembled, and then immediately responded quickly and quickly, and incidentally accused Nitro of insidiousness with a small resentful look!

So treacherous!

His forest, his tomb, his ruins!

qwq dreams shattered!

My heart, cool off...

Netero looked at Jin Na with a happy mood, as if his whole body was covered by dark clouds, and left slowly.

In a boutique store, Cynthia hesitated to choose a gift, and Rip, who was guarding against the surroundings, urged: "Cynthia! What are you doing! The tail is about to be exposed! Hurry up!"

Cynthia nodded quickly, and pulled the cloak to cover her tail.

"I want to choose a gift for Mr. Pariston. After all, he was hospitalized. It seems unreasonable not to buy some gifts to apologize."

Rip's face twisted when he heard the words, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Standing in front of a row of boutique gifts, Cynthia looked at them one by one.

"Cynthia?"

Cynthia looked back and saw a purple-haired beauty standing there with a blank expression, holding a paper bag in her hand, which seemed to contain some books.

Maggie can read?

"Ma Qi! What a coincidence!" Cynthia ran over excitedly, and looked down at Ma Qi's paper bag. There were so many books that were almost taken out of the bag. When they got closer, Cynthia realized that most of them were comics.

"What are you doing here?" March generously handed the paper bag to Cynthia for her to see, and shot sharp eyes at Rip behind Cynthia.

That kind of look... Rip became vigilant for a moment, his forehead sweated slightly, but Cynthia was still chatting with Ma Qi kindly. Does this girl know how dangerous that purple-haired woman is?

That moment of murderous aura, there will be no one who has not had blood on his hands!

"I'm choosing a gift, but I don't know what to choose..." Cynthia muttered distressedly, then seemed to think of something, took Maggie's arm and pulled her to the window: "Maggie help me choose one !"

Something was wrong with Rip, his hairs stood on end, and he tried his best to wink at Cynthia.

Ma Qi was somewhat uncomfortable being pulled by Cynthia, the girl beside her smiled expectantly, Ma Qi sighed slightly in his heart, for Fei Tan's sake, he began to look at the things in the window seriously, with a blank face Regarding these cute things, Cynthia smiled and said, "I thought Maggie wasn't interested in these little things about girls! By the way, I hug the doll you gave me to sleep every night! I like it so much!"

that doll...

Originally, it was just out of intuition that I randomly got a doll and gave it to Cynthia.

Ma Qi blushed a little, and pointed to the crystal ball.

Cynthia picked up the crystal ball. There was a cute little house in the ball. When it was shaken, there were crystal snowflakes. It was very delicate. There were complicated iron patterns on the base, which looked a bit retro in Western style.

"Marge has such a good eye."

"Yeah." Ma Qi turned his face away and asked, "Is it for Fei Tan?"

"Ah?" Cynthia looked up suspiciously: "No, it's for a patient."

Cynthia's happy face calmed down just now, and she looked around again and again with focused eyes, and finally picked up a skull necklace from a display stand. The tentacles were cold, and as soon as Cynthia touched it, it felt as if it was made of real bones, but she didn't know Is it a human bone?

Well, although it is not a human bone, Brother Feitan should like this style, right?

Cynthia ordered the shopkeeper to pack the things and wrote a card.

"Sister Maqi, can you pass it to Brother Feitan for me?"

Cynthia handed the gift box to Ma Qi, looking forward to it.

Madge took the gift box and put it together with his comics: "It just so happened that the leader summoned a few members to a ruins, and I will bring them to him when the time comes."

"Uh-huh!"

Leaving the boutique, Cynthia and Marge separated at the door, waving their hands. Cynthia watched Marge disappear into the corner of the street before letting go of her hand. When she turned around, she was startled by Rip.

"...Mr. Rip, are your eyes cramping?"

Rip was so angry that he almost looked up, took Cynthia's arm, got into the car and went all the way back to the villa. As soon as he entered the door, Rip said in a trembling voice: "Cynthia! Do you know who she is! See the feeling on her body It's the people from Meteor Street! You would never think of the number of people she killed, but you dare to walk with her!"

There are indelible marks on Meteor Street people. Even if they read comics and go shopping like ordinary people, some experienced hunters can tell that they are Meteor Street people at a glance.

Rip was terrified after being there, and Cynthia said while holding the crystal ball, "Don't worry, Sister March is very nice, and she even gave me a doll."

"No one in Meteor Street is a good person! If she knew your identity, she might arrest you and sell you to the gangsters! At that time, why don't you ask the Hunter Association to save you!" Rip said coldly, wanting to wake up Cynthia This little idiot with blinded eyes.

However, it was Cynthia's bright eyes with a smile who answered Rip: "Well, Sister March already knew my identity! But she didn't catch me or harm me, and even gave me a doll! "

"..."

Cynthia put the crystal ball away and planned to go to the hospital tomorrow to give it to Mr. Pallistone. Seeing that Rip still couldn't agree with her, Cynthia sighed and spread her hands: "Mr. Rip, don't worry about me. Well, when it comes to murder, does Mr. Rip think that Cynthia has never killed anyone?"

Rip stared sharply at Cynthia in silence.

Facing those sharp eyes, Cynthia said to herself: "The smell of blood on Sister March's body can't be smelled by ordinary people, but I can clearly see it very clearly. The strong smell can only be felt after experiencing the baptism of the sea of ​​blood. " Cynthia frowned, a little distressed and helpless, but there was a trace of coldness in her eyes: "Mr. Rip, how did I get here before I came to the association? I was also taken away!"

Rip frowned. The girl in front of him seemed to have changed suddenly from just a moment ago. Feeling uneasy, Rip asked tentatively, "Then how did you escape?"

Rip remembered hearing from the chairman that Cynthia used to stay with a group of thieves called the Phantom Brigade. Did they save Cynthia?

"Of course I killed them and escaped." Cynthia took a sip of water, said to the earrings that she wanted to eat a cream cake, and then turned to Rip and said, "So don't 'imprison' me by the Hunter Association, or I will I killed you and escaped!"

Half-joking words are more terrifying.

Rip sat on the sofa in a daze, until Cynthia went upstairs, and then slowly exhaled the breath that had been suppressed in his throat.

I always thought that Cynthia was a mermaid who didn't know the darkness, but thinking about it now, Rip felt startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

After hesitating again and again, Rip still called President Nitro to report what happened just now.

In the corridor on the second floor, Cynthia leaned against the wall, quietly looking at the ordinary phone.

After Rip finished talking on the phone and sat on the sofa for a while, he was about to return to the laboratory. As soon as he got up, Cynthia's voice came from the second floor: "Mr. Rip!"

Rip looked sideways, and Cynthia was standing by the stairs on the second floor, hesitantly and slowly said: "Did Mr. Rip report to the president's grandfather just now?"

Although Cynthia still looked so harmless, Rip did not dare to take it lightly.

"No, I'm just chatting with my friends. I have something to do in the lab. I'm leaving first."

Cynthia smiled, her eyes curved: "Will Mr. Napu draw Cynthia's blood tonight?"

"What!?" Rip raised his voice subconsciously, and looked at Cynthia in shock, his hands hanging by his sides and clenched into fists.

The smile gradually faded from her face, and Cynthia lowered her eyes, looking a little sad and helpless: "Mr. Rip wants to investigate, just tell me, why did you secretly draw my blood while I was asleep? I'm afraid Will I object when I am sober, or is there some ulterior reason?"

Every time Cynthia said something, Rip's face became ugly.

"So, as the price for taking away so much of my blood." Cynthia went down the stairs with a sad expression, maybe it was because another human being deceived her?

"The price is to do one thing for me. It's very simple."

Rip gritted his teeth, and there was even a killing intent in his eyes, but after hesitating for a long time, he still felt that killing Cynthia at this time would alarm others, and said in a muffled voice, "What if I disagree!"

"Well... If you don't agree, kill it." Cynthia said seriously.

Rip suddenly became vigilant, and he even wondered, how did Cynthia develop such a weird personality? ? ! !

Feeling guilty for putting Pallstone in the hospital by mistake.

But he didn't waver in the slightest about killing, even those pitch-black eyes were clear and penetrating from beginning to end, completely different from the murderous look and darkness of the executioner.

Who the hell raised such a strange guy? ! !