Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

When I got home, I settled down with the shoe store proprietress. I lay on the bed, tossing and turning all morning, but couldn't fall asleep.

The scene just now appeared in front of me, and I began to feel that something was wrong. The counterfeit had a strange attitude towards me. It was the first time we met, but it seemed that we had known each other for a century.

Could it be... He fell in love with me at first sight?

Hahahahahaha, I was rolling on the bed crazily.

Rubbish, you also fell in love with me at first sight.

With this smile, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I had no choice but to get up again.

Turning on the dying radio, listening to Fan Sizhe's advertisement for another rice ball, I took out a can of red bean stuffing that was about to expire from the closet.

Inside was a cockroach, head-down, tap-dancing with its hind legs outstretched.

I clipped it out, crushed it, and stuffed it head-up into a long-inedible apple pie, among 146 of its kind.

After finishing all this, I wiped the fish fins on the scales, put a spoonful of red bean paste into my mouth, and regarded it as today's lunch.

This is a good time to relax, but Murphy, the old boy, refuses to let me go.

Uninvited guests arrived as expected.

It's not peanuts, it's roast duck drivers.

His eyes were swollen into two big blisters, and he had the expression of a dead wife.

I asked him what's wrong?

He said with a sad face that his wife was gone.

I really lost my wife, I was a little embarrassed: "What's going on?"

It turned out that when he went out last night, he thought that our investigation might take a whole night, so he asked his wife to go to bed early so that he didn't have to wait for him.

Unexpectedly, we left in Dingguagua restaurant in the car of Inspector Durian Crisp.He left work early and went home.

This is a pleasant thing.Unexpectedly, at the door of the house, he saw the scene that made the top of his head turn green.

Ever since, he turned into a homeless green-capped duck.

I don't understand: "Your wife cuckolded you. Why are you homeless?"

The roast duck driver was aggrieved: "She bought the house before she got married, and it didn't have my name written on it. When I left, I beat her concubine, and her concubine threatened to pay back ten times."

I understood the reason why he came to me, and taunted me ruthlessly: "D, idiot. If you encounter such a thing in the future, you will hang her, hang her on the closet, and make it into an air-dried duck."

"But she is not a roast duck, but a roast chicken."

It turned out to be chicken.I understand, I can only blame him for not knowing people clearly: "So, you want me to help you kill that concubine?"

"No, no, no," the roast duck driver obviously didn't have the guts to say, "Well, boss, I heard you have a spare sofa here, can you borrow me for a while?"

He rubbed his oily wings, "I'll move out as soon as I find a good house in a cheap location."

I don't think he'll ever be able to move out.But I didn't refuse, because I really needed his help.

"Are there a lot of redheads in Witchtown?" I asked.

The roast duck driver solved the accommodation problem and seemed very happy: "Of course, most of the residents in the spicy department have red hair."

I thought about it, and took out Fen Shuangyan's photo: "You have seen many people, have you seen her before?"

I was just asking casually, but the roast duck driver looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "You are asking the right person, she is very low-key, not many people know her human appearance, even less in Witch Town."

"Stop talking nonsense." I urged him.

Roast duck driver: "She is the sun in the sky."

I didn't expect Shuang Yan to have so many fans here: "Her status is very noble?"

The roast duck driver was puzzled, and tilted its long neck, showing a duck-headed expression: "What."

I was a little crazy and wanted to stuff his head into my ass: "If she doesn't have a high status, why do you call her the sun in the sky?"

The roast duck driver seemed to be looking at a mental patient: "She is the sun in the sky."

This time it's my turn to show a dumb face: "What."

"It seems that you are really sick and confused." The roast duck driver gave me a sympathetic look, "She is the golden sun cake. Now you go out and look up at the sky, and the shiny round cake is her."

"What, the sun is a cake!!"

"Yeah, otherwise, why is there no sun cake in the sky at night?" The roast duck driver said in a reasonable tone, as if saying a common sense that everyone knows, "It's all because she was cursed, I will become a human at night."

"Fart, there is no sun at night because it went back to lay eggs." I strongly retorted, "Otherwise, where do the stars in the sky come from?"

The sympathy in the roast duck driver's eyes was even worse: "It's all made up by the elders to deceive the children. Do you really believe it?"

Well, this is a fairy tale world, you can't have the same knowledge as them.I endured: "So, Shuang Yan's status here is quite high."

Then why did she kill?Just to satisfy some bloodthirsty craving?

"Who said she has a high status?" The roast duck driver looked weird again.

Me: "She illuminates a world, isn't that a high status?"

Roast duck driver: "But she doesn't taste good."

Me: "She feeds everything, because of her, everything in the world can grow."

Roast duck driver: "But she doesn't taste good."

Me: "Without her, you can't even eat! Not to mention your wife and children are hot on the kiln."

Roast duck driver: "But she doesn't taste good."

I had a strong rejection reaction with the aesthetics here: "She is beautiful and has a good personality, and she is also righteous. You can't veto everything about her just because she doesn't taste good!"

The roast duck driver pondered for a while, and finally showed an expression of sudden realization: "You like her."

I sneered: "Fart, she doesn't taste good."

Roast duck driver: "..."

I:"…"

. . .

Bypassing this question, I finally found a point: "You keep saying she doesn't taste good, why? Have you ever tasted her?"

"20 years ago, she participated in the food competition in Rainbow City." The roast duck driver said, "13 top gourmets gave comments: it was too greasy, the sesame seeds were not fried, the bread was not crispy enough, and no one wanted to feed pigs. "

I frowned: "This is too vicious."

The roast duck driver disagreed with me: "It's because she overestimated herself. She dared to participate in the highest-level rainbow city food competition in the country with only this taste. Heh, she disappeared and rarely appeared in front of people."

For the first time, I clearly realized what bad taste means here.

Anything you do is wrong as long as you're not tasty enough.

Once again, I admire the old man with corn intestines. It is really not easy for him to break out of the shackles of thinking from generation to generation.

Eh, wait.

Sesame?

"You mean Shuangyan...ah no, there are sesame seeds on the golden sun cake, is it white sesame?" I asked eagerly.

The roast duck driver gave me a blank look: "Of course, what shortbread uses black sesame?"

White sesame, the white sesame on the corpse.

"It's really her?" I muttered to myself, and tied the duck driver's neck in a knot.

I've finished asking all my questions, and this noisy guy can almost roll around wherever he likes.

But the well-informed roast duck driver will naturally not be caught without a fight. Even if he was tied three knots, he still shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't stop, brother, brother, sir, I can give you the phone number of Witch Town Delicious No1 Tell you, you will forgive me."

"Am I one of those yummy eaters!?" I resented his slur, and in return I stuck his head in his ass.

. . .

The golden pie hangs high above the head, as if it will rain sesame seeds in the next second.

I spent a boring afternoon in the sound of people coming and going, and I went to the desty bar, but it didn't understand my inner desire, and the door was closed.

When I got home, I met my noisy neighbor again—Mama Cowhide Candy.

She sells me her daughter who is full of shoddy additives and hangs out with dubious people.

I ha ha.

Her daughter looked down on my career. Every time she saw me, she pouted her chin and turned her nostrils to the sky, as if there was a million gold in the sky waiting for her to pick it up.

So, I just punched her to shut up.But this scene was seen by her daughter, and the little sister's attitude changed 720°, and she wanted to post it as my goddaughter.

I scolded her and beat her, but she was worthy of being a brown candy, and I refused to let her go.

d, this woman shouldn't be a dungeon boss, right?How can they not be killed?

Entangled for a long time, until the sun is about to go down.I finally got rid of her, got into the car of the roast duck driver, and ran away like flying.

"Boss, you are really charming." The roast duck driver flattered him.

"Stop talking nonsense, go..." I didn't know where to go. Peanut disappeared from the world, and I didn't see him for a whole day. The investigation of the epidemic depression and the murder case also fell into the mud, and everything stopped.

"How about I take you to the most famous chicken restaurant - Big Night Market?" The roast duck driver smiled lewdly.

"Do you want me to take you to the most famous duck restaurant - the incinerator?" I showed my fist.

The roast duck driver instantly became honest.

After much deliberation, I finally said, "Go to the police station."

In any case, it is always right to go to the Durian Cake first.

Without talking all the way, we came to the police station.

Walnuts, canned herring, and baguettes are three burly men standing at the door on duty. Their lethal appearance gives people a 100% sense of security.

However, this hard-core style was completely destroyed by the three-tiered cake in the police station.

The roast duck driver is instinctively afraid of this place.I didn't bother to talk to him, and entered the police station alone.

Peanut really nested here, with a pair of panda eyes under the head like a chicken nest.The moment he saw me, his expression was a little anxious, as if he wanted to say something.

I didn't intend to listen to his nagging, so I said first: "Are you also insomnia?"

"I was left behind by that durian cake, and I drew portraits of red-haired women all day long." He spoke quickly, "Stop talking about that, run away!"

"Run?" I stretched my face. Although I didn't know what happened, the word touched my bottom line. "I'll go back and look in the dictionary first. How to write this word."

"I'm not joking with you. Someone complained that you trespassed on a house and damaged other people's private property. You may go to jail!" He said while pushing my lower back hard, trying to push me out of the police station.

But I didn't budge, I wanted to see which bastard dared to complain about me.

"It's dark chocolate."

"Dark chocolate?" The name didn't surprise me, what surprised me was his guts, "Very well, let me, Holmes, teach him a truth today. There is always only one truth about death. It is to offend people who should not be offended.

I will make him regret being born in this world! "

"Who do you want to make regret being born in this world?" A familiar voice came from behind, with a consistent smile and teasing.

I turned my head, and the trash was standing on the black and white steps, and the twilight was shining through his hair.

Like a jammed gun, I suddenly misfired: "You, why are you here."

Today he wears loose silk shirts, which he seems to love, white and black, with the first button always open.

"Someone turned my house into a mess, do you think I should call the police?" He was leaning on the railing, with a blue star stone hanging from one ear, no socks, showing his white and smooth ankles.

"Yes." I said firmly, "Which bastard dares to raid your room, I'll beat him up for you!"

He smiled slightly, walked slowly towards me:

"I called the police, but the inspector of Durian Crispy evaded it perfunctorily. He said he would investigate, but he didn't even do the basic evidence collection. Tell me, should I come here in person and ask about the situation?"

I sneered: "That durian cake, what can you do, it's No. 1."

A lot of spectator heads have poked out around, and the faces of the durian crisps that came over were all green, like green peppers that had been eaten for a month.

Peanut looked at the three of us in a daze, as if he didn't understand what happened.

"Isn't it?" The trash hooked my chin with his fingers,

"I picked up a press card in the messy yard. It must have been accidentally left behind by a thief. But the inspector of Durian Crisp told me that the little reporter was not a criminal. He just had a crush on me. Press badges are thrown in my yard to create opportunities to meet."

"Hehe, he treats everyone as fools." I came to a conclusion in a second, "With your white-hearted, black-hearted and small-minded trash, who else would have a crush on you except me?"

He chuckled: "This is really a big thank you."

I laughed twice, and kept saying that I should.

"Then you think he's guilty?"

"Of course." I said with certainty and certainty.

Durian Crisp sneered shortly, like a bat.

He must be jealous of me, jealous that I have a lover, and he is still a single dog.

I was about to go back, but saw that trash laughing inscrutablely: "Then what kind of punishment do you think he should receive?"

I was filled with righteous indignation: "The body must be quartered by five horses, cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and the head of the owl will be shown to the public!"

These are the three idioms I just learned.

He seemed to feel that the punishment was too heavy, and he couldn't bear it: "This is not good, the crime of burglary is not punishable by death."

I think he is too soft-hearted: "If you don't punish a little, you will make a big mess!"

He clasped his fists together, "Teachable."

I laughed smugly.

He also smiled, showing 8 big white teeth, quite like a big bad wolf with malicious intentions.

"Huh?" I didn't understand what happened, but I always felt that he was smiling very strangely.

At this moment, a press card was erected in front of me: "Then trouble the righteous reporter to go out and let this arrogant thief go to the underworld to report."

"Leave it to me." I vowed, and looked down at the press card.

"Tai...fish...yaki," I read out the name on the press card, and burst out laughing, "What a sb's name."

Hey, wait, this name, this appearance, why does it look familiar.I stared at the fish head in the photo with big eyes.

he:"…"

I:"…"

he:"…"

I:"…"

My mouth opened wider and wider, and I could almost stuff an entire bowling ball: "Wait, you're dark chocolate!"

In the eyes of all the onlookers looking at the fool, he nodded slowly.

Well, is it too late for me to quibble now?

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ok, the two are hooked up and are about to start solving the case together (aybe).