Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

I looked at him for a long time, and finally showed what I thought was the most charming smile, and walked towards him.

Hey, what do you say?I had a premonition that I would meet him today.

Sure enough, the premonition came true!

"Do you have anything to do with the boss?" He opened his lips slightly and gave me a foul smile.

"It's okay, it's okay." My calmness was broken in an instant, I spoke incoherently, and my tongue seemed to be tied in three knots.

"Then why did you smash the table?" he asked again.

"That, that..." I squirmed like a schoolboy, "I have epidemic depression."

I finally made up a decent excuse, but it doesn't seem to make much sense.

"Pfft." He chuckled softly, "You don't look like epidemic depression, but rather intermittent mania."

I was speechless and kept fiddling with my fingers: "Actually, my illness is almost cured, and I have found something that can free me from depression."

"Really?" He was a little surprised.

Of course it's true, I don't know if it's because of depression.I am not interested in many things, including the chestnut sparkling wine I used to like very much and the heavy metal music that fills my ears with magic sounds, but none of this includes him.

He fell into my night sky like a star.

"What is that thing that makes you nostalgic?" He took a sip of wine, and licked his bright red lips with his pink tongue.

Itchy, I couldn't help but licked my lips.

He leaned closer to me, with his wet lips pressed against my ears: "Could it be me. A nosy reporter, a self-righteous third-rate detective, Mr. Taiyaki."

I blushed to my ears.

He looked at me and blushed to the ears, showing some kind of nasty smile called conspiracy succeeded.

shift!I knew that being gentle and gentle was just an illusion, and he was just an out-and-out bastard.

And it's a fake.I sniffed the scent coming out of his body, it was very weak, several grades away from the genuine product, and only when I was close to him could I smell the unique smell of my signature.

"ca." I pushed him away, a fake dare to be so arrogant, it's really going against the sky, "tell you. I'm here to arrest the suspect. It's the man in the cloak of the gangster. I saw him go with my own eyes Enter the second floor of the bar, you, cooperate with my work. Otherwise I will..."

"There is only one way from the first floor to the second floor, and I didn't see any cloaked people." He said without interest.

I stared into his eyes, and he smiled at me indifferently.

"... "

d, I suddenly beat the case.I should have thought earlier, he is the man in the cloak, the murderer who disappeared!

This book was most likely written by Qiu, and he used the name of the Titania.

The purpose can be imagined.

Venting anger, venting anger naked.

Qiu wants to write, so that those who take away his dream stone will die without a place to die.

The 3 of spades is dead, and so are the Ming scholars.The 4 of spades is another suspect.It can be said that the person who planned to take away the Dream Stone did not end well.

It's so miserable for those who don't matter, let alone the culprit - this garbage.

I looked into his innocent eyes and thought bitterly:

Stop pretending, you are the murderer, you are the murderer who killed Benson and the 3 of Spades.

Not to mention, this rubbish has a criminal record. The fact that he lied to me by pretending to be Fen Shuangyan should have been recorded in "Deep Sea Fog". Qiu must have known about it, so he included it in the book.Don't think about it, the "Shuang Yan" who brought me here must be this trash in disguise.

He is a murderer, who will be spurned by thousands of people and insulted by thousands of people in the end, a murderer who will die badly!

But in the book, he obviously still doesn't know his final fate, and he still raises his glass to me with a smile: "I'm sick again? Would you like a cup of oswule?"

I snatched the wine glass from his hand. He painted orange-flavored lip balm and stuck it to the glass. I swore I wasn't a pervert, but I couldn't help but lean close to the mark on his lips and drank it down.

"I suspect you are the murderer." I said seriously in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"I suspect you're a pervert." He hit me back with equal volume.

Hehe, it is indeed the masterpiece of Qiu, a well-known writer on the Red Coast, well written!This sharp-tongued character is completely out of OOC.

I laughed back in anger.Before he could react, he slapped the table and shouted, "Where were you around 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon?"

He seemed to find such a scene very novel, and said generously: "I am attending a food lecture, which starts at 2 pm and ends at 5 pm. As a lecturer, I sit on the stage the whole time, and there is only a 15-minute break in between."

I sneered: "You must have passed the 15 minutes to and from the banana apartment and killed the yogurt!"

His eyes widened slightly, as if surprised: "Didn't the yogurt commit suicide?"

"Don't change the subject." I said viciously.

"Okay." He shrugged helplessly, "The distance between the Banana Apartment and the Shacha Forum is 45 minutes. May I ask our omnipotent reporter, what do you think I should do to shorten the 90-minute journey to 15 minutes?"

I pondered for a moment, then patted my thigh: "I see, you must have walked by water."

That's what the detectives wrote, the criminal rowed the boat and took the path to complete the impossible murder.

He calmly wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel: "There is no waterway within five miles of the symposium."

Me: "You dug the tunnel."

He: "Why don't you try to dig one for me?"

A layer of sweat floated on my forehead: "The plane, yes, it must be a helicopter."

He closed his mouth, and it took him a while to speak: "Sorry, Mr. Reporter, this world has not yet evolved helicopters."

I am angry, there can be no problem with my reasoning!It must be him who has the problem!

I tugged at the collar of his shirt: "When the suspect fled, I stabbed him in the chest. Yes or no, you can tell at a glance."

The first button of his shirt was unbuttoned.I pulled hard, and the second and third pearls immediately fell down like disconnected pearls.

A piece of fair skin on her chest, and that beautiful mermaid line.

No wounds.

My anger disappeared in an instant, but I couldn't move my eyes away.

He took my hand that continued to descend, and said softly: "I will do it myself."

He undid the fourth button, the fifth button, the sixth button.

The delicate skin covered under the shirt, like fresh snow on the eaves, slipped all the way.

My throat rolled and I kept swallowing.

Until the last one, he suddenly stopped moving, and asked me with a smile, is the injury of Jiang Yang's bandit really on the chest, not the abdomen?

I understood his sarcasm, my face blushed again, and I scolded myself for not being able to live up to my expectations: "Don't get me wrong. It's too dark, I didn't see clearly whether it was stabbed in the chest or the abdomen."

He groaned: "It's better if it's not at the base of the thigh."

I became angry from embarrassment: "I'm not the kind of hooligan who takes advantage of others by taking advantage of my position."

He nodded in half-belief, put his hands on the bench, the baggy shirt slipped off his round shoulders, the dazzling white made me dizzy.

"Then, does the big detective need to check the wound?" He said with a smile.

"Of course." Since makeup can fake wounds, it can also make wounds disappear.I'm all for copy,

copy!

I rubbed my hands together to avoid the little bean that made me so uncomfortable.Some nervously touched his skin near the heart.

A general feeling of electric shock.It's like a feather is scratching my palm, it's numb.

He didn't stop me, his cheeks were flushed, and his half-drunk eyes sparkled: "Mr. Detective, don't you take advantage of me?"

holyshift.

I covered my nose, unexpectedly, it was not my reason that could not bear it first, but my nasal capillaries.

After a bit of trying, I finally stopped the bleeding, logically, now that I'd verified that he wasn't the Caped Man.Then you should leave.

But my legs have a mind of their own, they don't want to move, they just want to stay here.

He seemed to see through the thoughts of my legs, tilted his head and said, "Since you don't want to leave, why don't you buy me a drink."

"Why did I invite you? You didn't invite me." I crossed my hands and wrapped them around my chest, and said angrily.

He bit his lower lip, with a smile in his voice: "In this case, let's play a game, whoever loses will be treated."

"what game."

"Roll the dice. I win on 1, 3, 5, and you lose on 2, 4, 6. How?"

I thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes."

He took out an ivory dice from his pocket and stuffed it into my palm: "To be fair, you cast."

"Then you're doomed." I flipped the dice into the air with my thumb cover. I am the fish known as the god of gamblers in the Dead Sea. When it comes to throwing dice, I dare to be the first and no one dares to be the second. As long as I want There is no point that cannot be cast.

Eh... wait, what time should I vote?

It was too late when he found out that he was cheated, so he ordered the most expensive wine in the bar, "Echo of Destiny", and took a sip with a snickering smile.

I should be angry, but somehow, seeing the way he laughed, I laughed too.

"Stupid." He sighed, his eyes blurred, seemingly drunk.

It's not stupid to fall in love with you.

I cursed in my heart, then pulled up the collar of his shirt and helped him get dressed again.

Just kidding, this body only belongs to me, how can I show it to others?

"I'm not cold." He seemed to have misunderstood it, staring straight at me with misty eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but he wasn't smiling.

I'm not a roundworm in his belly, I don't even have a name, so I can't understand the emotion in his eyes.

All I know is that he seems confused and hesitant, and needs someone to listen to his heart and give a reliable suggestion.

I waited for him to speak.

He didn't open his mouth, just said something inexplicable: "I'm drunk and want to sleep."

I scratched my head, he wanted to sleep, not me, why did he ask for my opinion?Is it because you are afraid that I will sleep with him while he is sleeping?

He obviously didn't expect me to understand him, so he continued: "But I'm afraid that the dream is too heavy, and I won't be able to wake up again."

I have never seen him like this.There is despair in the melancholy, like a young bird about to cross the harsh winter, hesitant and ignorant about his future.

My heart throbbed, and before my consciousness could respond, I had already wrapped my hands around his head, letting that cunning thing lean firmly on my shoulder.

"Sleep. No matter how heavy your dream is, I can catch it." I solemnly and firmly gave my oath

He really fell asleep!

This is something I didn't expect.Of course, I am not unhappy, I even had a sense of unreality floating in the clouds in the first hour, and I don't know when such happiness will land.

But within the second hour, my bladder forced me to land.

I want to go to the toilet.

But he slept deeply and soundly.I couldn't bear to wake him up, so I could only hold back.

In this way, I held back for a full five hours, and he finally woke up.

I almost didn't cry bitterly, I can't hold back even God of Ninjas.

I rushed to the toilet and felt like I was in heaven.

He was actually still sniggering from the sidelines, showing no intention of reflecting at all.

If his surname was not Yu Mingzhou, he would already be a corpse by now.

"Thank you for giving me a sweet dream." He smiled lightly.It's like the gentleness of spring rising from the harsh winter.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that it would not be difficult to hold back for another five hours.

. . .

Finally it was time to say goodbye.He motioned me to pay the bill with smiling eyes.

I muttered a word and paid the bill, and walked to the front desk alone.

"dong dong dong"

I knocked on the front desk three times, and the cashier boy in a black tie came towards me.

"Including the damaged table, the total is 1752." He said.

I put my elbows on the table, clenched my fists, blew the ashes on it, and said with a grin: "Tell your boss to come out, I have something to say to him."

The cashier boy gave me a strange look and left.

I was bored waiting at the front desk, imagining whether to give the boss an uppercut or a lowercut later,

The man who made me suffocate for five hours came over, followed by the cashier brother.

I was stunned: "You are the boss here!?"

"Why, you want me to give you a discount?" He joked, "For last night's sake, I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Heh, rubbish.If his surname was not Yu Mingzhou, he would already be lying in the trash can to feed the dogs.

But unfortunately he is, so I can only admit it frankly: "I, I didn't bring any money."

He looked me up and down, and I was offended by the mistrust in his eyes.

"I really don't have any money with me," I said.

"It's not that you don't have money with you, it's that you don't have money." He said.

I became angry from embarrassment: "Believe it or not, I will kill you right now!"

He didn't believe it.

So my only valuable sweater was taken away, my rented leather shoes were taken away, my watch that was always slow was taken away, and even my worthless underwear was taken away.

I was thrown out of the bar from the balcony on the second floor, damn it.

"Just pay off the debt." These were his last words.

Heh, rubbish.

I discounted five big trees and two thick water pipes to calm down the resentment in my heart.

No way, I had nothing but picked a leaf to cover my poor little brother.From now on we will be wandering the world.

He took one last look at the deserted little balcony.I was about to leave when suddenly a towel fell on my head with a ten-dollar bill in it.

I raised my head, and the person I was dreaming of had come to the balcony at some point, with his chin resting on his right hand, looking at me mockingly:

"The towel is for you to cover your face. As for the ten yuan, go take a taxi. Remember, it's a taxi, not a beating."

His left hand rested on the narrow cast iron railing of the balcony, his five fingers were slender and slender, like willows, beckoning me to come up and sit down.

I didn't hold back, bent my left knee slightly, exerted a little effort, jumped up and landed beside him.

He was very calm, and he seemed not at all afraid of what my fist and my little brother would do to him: "Why, it's only been less than a minute since we parted, and you miss me."

I know I can't say no to him.She didn't plan to beep with him too much, so she pushed him against the wall, raised her chin, and bit his lip.

He gasped in pain, and wanted to push me away, but I naturally wouldn't let him succeed, and bit his tongue.

When we parted, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were like overripe rotten apricots, he could only lie limp in my arms, gasping for breath.

I gave him another little peck on the forehead and he kicked me to get the fuck out.

I was a little wronged, he slept with me for six hours, I only kissed him for six minutes, no matter how you look at it, he earned the deal.

When I was parting, I solemnly handed over the leaves that were dependent on my brother to him.

He was puzzled: "Why give me this?"

I said, "This is all I have. I'm giving it to you."

He seemed a little dumbfounded, but also a little moved.Finally sighed and took the leaves away.

With a sweet heart, I jumped off the balcony facing the rising sun.

I suddenly felt that if I could go on like this, it wouldn't matter even if I had to turn into clumsy taiyaki for half of the day.

...

...

Eh, wait,

I seem to have forgotten one more thing... he's just a fake!

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What's the matter, when Hanhan sang a one-man show, you were all invisible, and when Zhou Zhou came out, you would show up, don't I, Hanhan, don't want to lose face when I'm in love⊙▽⊙

ps: Combine two into one, understand everything