【Light Cut】Story of O

After finally passing the final exam and ushering in the winter vacation, he was finally able to go to his dream company for a full-time internship, but Onikiri was late on the first day of the internship.

The stipulated reporting time was 9:00, and Onikiri set seven alarm clocks to be on the safe side, ringing every 3 minutes, but he was still late because the phone turned off automatically for some reason.

"Why didn't you wake me up! Shuten! Ibaraki!" Onikiri roared with a toothbrush in his mouth, angrily scolding the two roommates for their helplessness. He looked at the wall clock on the living room wall of the apartment showing: 10:34, and was even more angry He kicked his hangover companion lying on the sofa, "Drink, drink, drink up the Dajiangshan Bar sooner or later! Whether you have any sense of cost or not, Xingxiong will go crazy!"

"Hiss, don't kick, don't kick..." One of Onikiri's co-tenants rolled on the sofa, with messy red hair on his head, scratching his belly and muttering sleepily: "You have this scolding person?" Time, it’s better to go out to move bricks earlier. I can lend you my motorcycle, please.”

Ibaraki, who was pressed by Jiu Tun as a cushion, echoed in a daze: "My best friend is right...you ride a motorcycle, hiccup...it will be there in ten or ten minutes."

But Onikiri didn't appreciate it, he pulled out the toothbrush from his mouth abruptly, sputtering toothpaste and angrily yelling at the two roommates: "I'm not what I used to be! I don't want to ride a motorcycle in front of Minamoto Raimiko! He hates it the most." Motorcycle gang, the most annoying! Did you two tease me like this on purpose!"

Shuten and Ibaraki pointed their middle fingers to him one after another, and made nasal sounds of disdain at the same time.Twenty minutes later, Onikiri stepped off a ostentatious Yamaha motorcycle, sneaked out of an alley 10 meters away from the Financial Street, and ran towards the towering Genji Twin Towers A office building. go.

"Onikiri, why did you oversleep on the first day and report to me so late? Laikou asked about you at the morning meeting." Abe Seimei, the senior partner who introduced Onikiri to the "Catbox Fund" as an intern, blamed looked at him intently, "Although I have watched you grow up and I am your tutor outside the school, I can't be too partial to you. Tell me, why are you late? You don't cherish this internship opportunity very much. You were preparing your suit a week ago And a tie?"

Onikiri tightened his grip on the mailman's belt on his chest, rubbed his teeth against his lips several times, and then said sullenly, "I'm sorry, Seimei... My mobile phone was fully charged, but it turned off automatically, and the alarm clock didn't go off... ..." He quickly raised his eyes to scan the direction of the senior partner's office, just in time to see a hazy white figure behind the frosted glass, probably Minamoto Raikou was walking around the room, getting coffee or sugar, or a research report, or a contract .

It’s not easy to get so close to the person you have a crush on, but you made a joke of “oversleeping” on the first day, which made the self-disciplined freshman doubly blame himself, and couldn’t help but bury his head even lower. He muttered sadly: "Qingming, please deduct my internship salary for this week. I promise, I will never do this again in the future."

Qingming stared at the poor boy without parents and his serious expression soon softened, "Your salary will not be deducted for the first offense, but it won't be the case next time." He took out a black gold card from his jacket pocket and handed it to the ghost. Che, "Laiguang and I stayed up late last night to hold a year-end strategy meeting. We didn't have a good appetite this morning and didn't eat much. Please bring back two meals for us in an hour, and use this card to watch and swipe. I I'm not picky about what I eat, but Raikou...is a bit glib. Just use your brains and see if you can redeem yourself."

Hearing this, Onikiri glanced subconsciously at Minamoto Raimiko's office.With Qingming's chuckle, his cheeks were slightly red, but he still nodded and took the card.

At the very beginning, Onikiri called Minamoto Larimitsu "Mr. Gen", because he was 13 years old when he first met him and stayed in the orphanage for 13 years. Laiguang, 23 years old, came to visit the orphanage funded by the family on behalf of Minamoto. He was well-dressed, arrogant and elegant. After receiving the bouquet, he shook his hand, and was immediately chased by the media to take pictures and interviews, "Kach", "Kach", "Kach" " Click".

The touch of the five fingers clasped stayed in the palm of the little orphan, and a small flower bud appeared in his ignorant emotions in an instant, and it bloomed petal by petal in the following two years: every night after turning off the lights, he hid in the Under the quilt, use the flip phone to write a letter to Minamoto Raimitsu, describe the interesting or embarrassing incidents of the day, and then click send without hope. The address is the work mailbox on a business card Minamoto Raimitsu gave him.

Within two years, he did not receive even a single reply, but he persisted in collecting various audio-visual materials about Minamoto Raimiko, and sorted out three major volumes of newspaper clippings.However, on a certain day when he was 15 years old, rumors about Raikou and a certain female star named Fujiwara began to spread in the streets and alleys. The momentum was huge, the details were detailed, and it seemed that he was going to get married, which made people have to believe it.

The little orphan angrily accepted his crushing and painful first lovelorn.Before he left the orphanage, he burned all the collections about Minamoto Raimitsu. He joined the street gangs of the orphanage seniors Shuten and Ibaraki, learned knives, sticks, and sticks other than guns, and enjoyed riding a motorcycle the most. The feeling of running like lightning, and the joy of punching to the flesh when fighting in groups.

Then when he was about 16 and a half years old, he was slapped and sucked the cigarette out of his mouth by Minamoto Raimiko who seemed to come out of TV or movies suddenly.In the middle of 26, Minamoto Raimitsu came empty-handed, and beat him, Shuten, and Ibaraki violently, punching to the flesh, mercilessly, beating all the youngsters who stumbled, Shuten was even knocked off One tooth—a wisdom tooth.

"The dentist fee is [-], remember to pay it back to me later." Minamoto Raimitsu said coldly, and then threw the three teenagers to Abe Seimei, who followed them. Seimei sent them to the hospital, where they were filmed, prescribed medicine, and bandaged. Lesson: "If you don't learn well at a young age, what are you doing? What about this? If any of you want to continue studying, I will help you apply for a bursary from the Genji Foundation. Go to work if you don't want to go to school. Presumably Laiguang will allocate some start-up funds .Of course, if you can give me a good business plan, I can personally make an angel investment."

The three teenagers looked at each other, and answered at the same time without tacit understanding: "I want to study. Mr. Abe, please give me another chance." , drink as much as you want with your brothers." "The ideal of my best friend is my ideal, and I will do what my best friend does!"

So Onikiri returned to high school, spent a year and a half studying day and night, and finally won the admission letter from the highest school in Heian-kyo.Jiu Tun and Ibaraki founded the "Dajiangshan Bar". With integrity, loyalty and good reputation, the business is booming. The bar is crowded and full of customers every day.

As life slowly got on the right track, Onikiri's heart began to restless again. He watched the fund company at the helm of Minamoto Raimitsu announce the recruitment of interns, and his major was just right, so he begged to work with Minamoto Raimitsu. Matchmaking for Qingming, a fund partner.When he begs for help, he looks well-behaved and speaks politely, but he can be said to be a stalker, and he will not give up until he achieves his goal.Finally, Qingming had no choice but to support his forehead, and gave him the opportunity to intern at a top hedge fund in the financial street as a mere freshman.

Onikiri accepted Seimei's Centurion Black Gold Card, but had no intention of using it at all.Because he was going to give Minamoto Raimitsu the large bento he brought to the company, and this was also his original intention to ask Hoshiguma for cooking lessons without telling Shuten and Ibaraki.After all, "If you want to grasp a person's heart, you must first grasp his/her stomach", but it is common sense recognized by all walks of life in the era of fast consumption.

But "you can't forget your righteousness" is also basic common sense, so Onikiri found a nearby fried chicken restaurant hidden deep in the alley, and used his own money to buy a large bucket of fried chicken, a large bottle of Coke—Seimei's lunch, and A kebab burrito packed with sweet and chili sauce—his lunch.When he was paying the bill to the shop owner's grandfather, he remembered that Qingming had a refined and handsome face, bearing the dignified demeanor of an aristocrat in the Heian era, but holding the fried chicken bucket, his mouth was full of oil, and he wanted to lick his fingers , and then the funny scene of Minamoto Laiguang who suddenly appeared like a ghost twisted his ears and angrily scolded him for being "uneducated".

With a smile on his face, Onikiri ran towards the Genji Twin Towers with the greasy paper bag in his arms, lest the fried chicken lose its crunchy texture.But a traffic light turned from red to green, and then red again within three seconds. He was stopped by this strange traffic signal, and he stood with a petite boy in leather on the safety island in the middle of the road.

"This light is broken," he couldn't help complaining, and subconsciously glanced at the little boy beside him, "The green light time is too short..." But when he stared at the little boy at a close distance, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. But like the tentacles of a butterfly, it touched his heartstrings.

I saw that the little boy looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, about 1.5 meters tall, not reaching his chest.But just by looking at the side face, one can see that the boy has a beautiful oriental face. His silky black hair with a purple tone reflects the tear mole under his left eye, showing his doll-like beauty.

But the little boy's clothes are wild, in stark contrast to his well-behaved and delicate face - gray beret, white sleeveless vest, black leather jacket, camouflage overalls, and a pair of eight-hole Martin boots, Carrying a cello case almost as tall as himself, wearing sunglasses, moving his cheeks, chewing some kind of candy.

The more Guiqie looked at the little boy, the more familiar he looked, and he couldn't help saying: "Hi, may I ask... have we met?"

Hearing this, the little boy gave him a cold look from behind the sunglasses, and there seemed to be a dark tide surging in his red eyes. "You really know what you're asking, Onikiri." He said amazing words in a mocking voice, then blew out a big bubble of chewing gum, and walked away from the safety island without looking back.As he stepped on the zebra crossing, the red light suddenly turned green strangely, causing several cars coming in this direction to brake suddenly and almost collided in a row.

The new intern of the "Cat Box Fund" was so shocked by the "ghost cut" that his scalp went numb, and he ran after the little boy, wanting to ask what happened, but the little boy walked very fast and was small in stature. Abandoned the crowd, so that ghosts can't find it all over the place.

"It's really weird, that kid..." Full of doubts, Onikiri hugged the paper bag tightly, walked into Block A of the Twin Towers, first went up to the partner's office on the 86th floor, delivered fried chicken to Qingming, and then went down to the intern on the 85th floor Work station, take the bento box I brought, and send it to Minamoto Raimitsu's office upstairs.

But he was carrying the drawstring bag for the bento box, and he almost screamed when he walked into the elevator: "It's you?!"

It was that weird little boy whose appearance and dress didn't match. He had already taken off his sunglasses, looked up slightly with no expression on his face, and stared straight into Onikiri's eyes.

Onikiri maintained the posture of stepping half of his foot into the elevator car, staring blankly at the little boy's face, "You, you are—" Until now, he was able to confirm where the strange sense of familiarity came from. Lai: The little boy's face is the face he used to have, the face he had when he was twelve or thirteen years old!

Probably because his stunned expression was so stupid, the little boy smiled "puchi" and raised his eyebrows and said, "Stupid boy, are you coming in or not?"

At this moment, the intern heard that the little boy's voice was also his past voice. He immediately filled his head with the little theater, wondering whether he had an unknown sibling brother, or the little boy in front of him was his... clone?clone?But he is just a nerdy college student who can be seen everywhere, clone him, what about it?

Onikiri's doubts only increased, but the elevator doors had already started to close, so he quickly jumped into the elevator car, and let the elevator doors close behind him with a "swish". "Please press the 86th floor—— eh?!" Onikiri looked in shock at the number on the keyboard that was lit on the floor: 108. You must know that the floors above the 100th floor are administrative floors, and you must swipe a special magnetic card in the elevator to select the buttons above [-]. But this boy doesn't look like someone who is qualified to get the Genji Twin Towers VIP card?

What's more, the 108th floor is the floor where Minamoto and Seimei's single apartment is located. The two partners will live in the apartment directly when they work too late, and because Minamoto is the chief heir of the Genji Group, the Twin Towers property is the privacy and security of the young master. Consider that the entire 108th floor of Block A is not open for rent and sale to the public, but why does this little boy have direct access to the 108th floor?Does he still have any relationship with Minamoto or Seimei?

Onikiri is still in chaos, the elevator has reached the 108th floor where he has never been before, the little boy walks out of the elevator car while blowing gum bubbles, walks on the deep purple carpet painted with gentian patterns, and walks towards room 8816 .Onikiri, who followed him, was shocked to find that the little boy had neither swiped his room card nor entered his password or fingerprints. The door of Room 8816 opened straight to him, and he walked in with his pockets in both hands, as if he It is the owner of the room.

But obviously, the little boy is definitely not the owner of Room 8816, because the navy blue cashmere coat hanging on the hanger in the hallway is only suitable for tall and slender mature men like Minamoto Yorimitsu or Seimei.If you also consider the exquisite gentian flower pattern on the collar of the coat, Seimei, who is proud of Abe's surname, will never use related patterns of the Genji clan on his clothes. As mentioned above, the owner of room 8816 is not right yes--

When Onikiri thought about Minamoto Larimitsu, he became a little uneasy. He saw that the little boy had already walked into the minimalist study room, stopped in front of the desk placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and put the cello case on the table casually. Sitting on an office chair, throwing your legs up on the desktop, and flipping open the cover of Minamoto’s laptop after copying it—is all burglary these days so grandiose? !

Onikiri was furious, and without thinking, he said loudly to the little boy: "If I remember correctly, this is Mr. Minamoto's room. If you break into the house without permission, I can call the police now."

Unexpectedly, the little boy was chewing gum, typing on the keyboard, keeping his eyes on the laptop screen, and said impatiently: "It's ridiculous. If I enter my husband's room, it's considered trespassing?"

Onikiri: "..."

……and many more.

What did he say.

Onikiri: "...uh. Sorry, I didn't catch you?"

The little boy blew out another bubble, chewed slowly after the bubble popped, then raised his thick black eyelashes to Onikiri, lazily and nastyly said: "You should listen It’s very clear, but I just don’t want to believe my ears. I said, here—” He raised one of his legs on the desk, and then lowered it with a “boom”, letting the metal fittings on the Martin boots make a crisp sound The sound said, "——it's my husband's room. My husband's name is Minamoto Raimiko. I am his legal husband. During the marriage, the property is shared. I can enter my husband's room whenever I want. Do you understand what I mean? If you understand, shut up and stay there, I have to hurry up and read my husband's encrypted files."

Then the little boy lowered his head again, staring at the laptop screen, ignoring the poor college student with a broken expression on his face: "Uh, ah, uh? You, you and Yuan, uh? But, but, you, this, uh... "

Onikiri felt that either he was crazy, or the little boy was crazy, or Minamoto Raimitsu had really committed an unforgivable crime—he kept calling Minamoto Raimitsu "husband" and the little boy looked underage? !Even though his heart was tearing and throbbing, Onikiri was still driven by a sense of justice and said in a hoarse voice: "You...really, Heyuan...but, the law stipulates..."

"I registered my marriage with my husband five years later. At that time, I was 23 years old and met the legal age of marriage." The little boy took out a folded wrapping paper from the pocket of his leather jacket and unfolded it slowly.He spit out the chewing gum in his mouth, crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball, flicked his thumb and forefinger, and the wrapping paper ball flew to Onikiri's forehead, "Catch it, throw it out of the room later, don't let my husband It was found that someone had entered the room."

Onikiri hurriedly caught the wrapping paper ball, feeling like a marionette, being played around by an inexplicable little boy who made the hand holding the wrapping paper ball feel like a soldering iron.But before he could ask more questions, the little boy closed the laptop, lowered his legs from the desk, and turned the office chair around.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall, facing the clear blue sky, and facing the ghostly and blurred shadows reflected in the melting winter light, the little boy said slowly in his clear voice before changing his voice: "Five years!" Later, I was 23 years old and my husband was 33 years old. At my wedding with my husband, my husband was assassinated. A bullet crossed my eyes and pierced his heart. Before the police and doctors arrived, my husband had passed away, but I swore at my husband's funeral that I would find a way to redeem everything."

The boy stood up from the office chair and turned to face Onikiri.His half-smiling expression has the charm of Minamoto Raimiko, but the words he said in a calm tone give Onikiri a sense of time travel: "I come from 55 years later, code name 'O', real name It's 'Onikiri'."

"I am the 73-year-old you. I just changed to this 13-year-old body in order to travel through time and space. Although you and I are both 'Onikiri', you can call me 'O' for easy distinction."

The boy—"O"—seeing that Onikiri still had an expression of "who am I, where am I, where I came from and where I'm going", he raised his jaw towards Onikiri, narrowed his red eyes like a cat, and smiled slightly. A mischievous dimple appeared on one side of Gou's mouth, "Unbelievable? Think I'm talking crazy? But don't forget, I'm you, let me guess what you're thinking now—"

O lowered his voice, vividly imitating Onikiri's exaggerated inner roar: "It's not that the past me travels back to the present, but that I will marry Minamoto Raimitsu in five years! I can really marry him Are you getting married? Who proposed first? Why did he agree to marry me? Could it be that in five years I will become a billionaire richer than him? Send threatening letters one by one, and make trouble if you disagree with Minamoto Raimitsu marrying me?"

His thoughts were repeated verbatim, making Onikiri's face flush red, he hurriedly put his hands behind his back, trying to hide the bento box he planned to bring to Minamoto Raimitsu, but O rolled his eyes and said in disgust : "Of course I remember the first time I made a bento for my husband. The contents are nigiri rice balls, thick egg yaki and vegetable salad, right." Hell nodded blankly, and O sighed: "Back then, I did make bento I took it to my husband’s office, but he had a temporary appointment at noon, and he also had dinner with investors in the evening, so he didn’t see my bento box until the evening of the next day.”

"My husband could have thrown away the stale food, but he didn't, because Seimei told him that I did it... As a result, he took stomach medicine for a week." O pointed at Guiqie, and ordered Said: "Don't give that box of bento to my husband. You can eat it yourself or give it to others. Both Shuten and Ibaraki are fine. Anyway, they are a good man after diarrhea, but my husband is different. I don't see him getting sick the most. .”

O spoke so confidently that Onikiri opened his mouth, wanting to question and protest at the same time, but when he looked into O's crimson eyes, it seemed as if some kind of firm force was like a hand, forcefully cutting off his rebuttal. He had no choice but to trust O, the 13-year-old Onikiri, and the 73-year-old himself in front of him.

"It's normal for you to have doubts. After all, when I was here, I would be at a loss if I encountered your current situation." O reached out and hooked the shoulder strap of the cello case, and put the case back on his back. "If the 'self-certification' can only Let you trust me 50%, then let 'his proof' make up the remaining 50%. Follow up, Onikiri, and take you to meet our enemy."

O walked around the desk, strode towards Onikiri, brushed past his younger self, and walked straight out of room 8816.Onikiri was dwarfed by O in imposing manner, so he had to chase O out of the room like a small follower. As soon as he stepped on the gentian-patterned deep purple carpet, he wanted to remind: O, you don't want Minamoto Larimitsu to know that you have been here, but the corridor monitoring on...

Should I say that O is indeed an older man? He only heard the boy walking at a non-stop pace and said without turning his head: "I can control the electronic equipment in the building through Wi-Fi, and I don't need to worry about surveillance. The camera only captures the air. As for I also arranged for the sweeping robot in Mr.'s house to wipe off the fingerprints left by you and me immediately."

Onikiri slowly closed his opened lips, blinked his eyes before muttering softly: "Oh. But, through Wi-Fi...? Has the future technology developed to a terrible level, O? Then Resurrection Mr. Minamoto Raikou who passed away unexpectedly, is it also..."

O didn't answer him, but "commanded" the smart fire door at the end of the stairs to open with his thoughts, and then led him into the not-so-large fire exit, allowing the fire door to close and lock behind the two of them, "Stop , right here. That guy is coming, get ready, 20 seconds." O took off the piano case on his shoulder with one hand, threw it on the ground, raised his foot to make the piano case cover pop open, and hooked the toe of his shoe , and picked up a black shadow in the piano box into his palm.

Occasionally, Onikiri, who plays FPS with two roommates, screamed when he saw the metal object in O's hand: "Winchester M1887?! Why are you holding a shotgun, O! This kind of controlled gun is not allowed -"

However, the young boy with a small stature had a sense of fragmentation that was extremely contradictory to the heavy firearm. He raised his hand and fired a shot very steadily. Onikiri only had time to see the afterimage of the huge 12-caliber bullet rushing out of the muzzle, and The afterimage abruptly plunged into a human figure that suddenly appeared, tearing apart a hideous vortex in the human figure's chest——

"O, your behavior has violated Chapter 1208, Article 9, Paragraph 36, Item B of the "Time Travel Regulations" for the 5th time." The face said coldly in an inorganic voice: "According to the arrest warrant No. PT097X issued by the Executive Division of the Space-Time Planning Bureau, you are now arrested and brought to justice."

As the vortex on the chest of the "human figure" slowly healed, as if the water surface muddy by the shotgun had returned to its original state, Onikiri's mind flashed, and he opened his mouth and said to the obviously inhuman "human form", "Liquid metal robot?!"

"Doll" shifted his gaze to Onikiri, and replaced his acknowledgment with noncommittal silence. "This guy is a police robot from the Executive Division of the Space-Time Planning Bureau. It is a mass-produced model, collectively known as EXE." O's gesture of aiming his gun is extremely sophisticated, like a young killer who travels through time and space, "I smashed at least two hundred The CPU of an EXE has already been issued a global red notice by the executive bureau. Tell me about EXE, how much has my bounty accumulated as of today?"

EXE is more than two meters tall. When he looks down at the thin O, the boy is completely shrouded in its shadow, but O's slightly hooked mouth smiles wildly, full of the desperado's desperation and composure.

"Irrelevant question, I refuse to answer. O, according to the arrest warrant No. PT097X issued by the Executive Division of the Space-Time Planning Bureau, you are now arrested." EXE strictly followed the existing procedures, repeating the bureaucratic words rigidly, but it just went to O and Onikiri took a step, and O's shotgun roared, pouring out all its firepower, leaving EXE nowhere to hide in the cramped space, and could only let the liquid metal around him be pierced into bright spots one after another. The gap has become more like plasticine or slime than "human form".

However, in the process of being swept back by the shock wave of gunpowder, EXE still said steadily with an electronically synthesized male voice: "O, the established death cannot be changed, and the laws of time and space are unquestionable. Even if you travel through thousands of parallel universes, your husband The probability of surviving after five years is always one infinity, and we approximate the probability of one in infinity to 0. Therefore, giving up resistance and subjugating the law on the spot is your best choice. Executive Director of Space-Time Planning Bureau I have provided you with as many as fifty self-surrender preferential treatment plans, including cloning your deceased husband, allowing 'it' to accompany you during your sentence, and providing you with a full range of maintenance services for the clone—”

O raised the muzzle of the gun, and when he pulled the trigger, most of EXE's face collapsed, causing the rather handsome face of the police robot to open like a rafflesia flower, which made Guiqie's stomach twitch.

"Damn it, what idiot came up with the preferential treatment plan! Whoever dares to clone my man, I'll throw a cockroach grenade into that idiot's teacup!" O was so angry that he unloaded the empty magazine and fired the shotgun. Throwing it to Onikiri behind him, he ordered his young self to "think about how to change magazines in the game", while he took out an SR-2 Heather submachine gun from the piano case at his feet, and raised his hand to attack EXE Slowly closing the facial firepower to reopen——

"Onikiri, stop." A cold male voice suddenly sounded behind him, making O's bent index finger stiff just before pressing the trigger.

"Master Huang." The EXE, which was riddled with holes and grotesquely in shape, took three steps back on the spot, and respectfully bowed at 90 degrees to the uninvited guest behind O and Onikiri, "The director is here, and EXE No. SP47BN is welcome. The subordinate is executing the arrest warrant No. PT097X, what instructions does the director have?"

The man known as the "Director" has a handsome figure like a model, and his icy expression reveals his stern character.But even Onikiri can see with the naked eye that the "Director" is just a holographic image that suddenly appeared here with the help of cutting-edge technology, and his real body is still in the future 55 years later.

"EXE, the executive department is re-evaluating the final disposal plan for the super wanted criminal Onikiri, the exclusive code 'O'. At this stage, the execution of the wanted order No. PT097X is suspended. Stand by for now, EXE, but remember, standby Disturbance of this space-time must be minimized."

That holographic image—Ara— ignored EXE’s bow again, and Onikiri gasped nervously, but looked straight at O ​​with his stern blue eyes, and said in an indifferent voice comparable to a mass-produced robot: " Onikiri, I would like to reveal to you in my personal capacity that the executive department has reported to me the final disposition plan for you, and the conclusion is "death penalty, execute immediately". The current plan has not been finalized because of your status in the planning bureau "There are differences in judgment. However, no matter why you choose this time and space, your behavior in this time and space will greatly affect your final disposition. My personal suggestion is that you do not try to change your deceased husband's fate five years later. Follow Discipline and law-abiding, good for yourself, ghost cut."

As soon as Huang's words fell, his holographic projection turned into scattered balls of warm light, dispersing like fireflies in the daytime, but O put the Heather submachine gun halfway on his shoulder, looked into Huang's blue eyes, and said coldly: "Director, You are kind to me, thank you. The cockroach grenade will not throw away your teacup."

Before Huang's image disappeared, he seemed to raise his eyebrows, as if saying: Huh?Is there really such a thing as a "cockroach grenade"?

But at the moment when the image of the director of the Space-Time Planning Bureau disappeared, O put on a green and immature face, and laughed heartily like an elder who saw through life: "Just by the death penalty, do you want to hinder me from saving my husband? You guys?" Is it a ten-year-old child, it is too naive!"

While laughing, he tapped his shoulder bone with the black gun barrel, and pointed his middle finger towards EXE who turned and retreated with the other hand.

It wasn't until the figure of the police robot disappeared at the end of the fire corridor that he turned his head towards Onikiri, smiled slightly, and slyly said in a boyish voice: "When you are 73 years old, it will be great to be half as handsome as me, Onikiri .”