Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

For some reason, he didn't pursue it.

I must have been overwhelmed by my hardcore self-defense, and I couldn't find a flaw.

He let me go, provided that I volunteered to repair the smashed walls and ceilings within three days, wipe up the overturned sweet vinegar and peanut butter, separate the mixed red beans from mung beans, and clean every toilet. as well as…

I can't remember exactly, but in short, it was to restore his house to its original state.

However, I don't remember what his house looked like at all, I just remember what his underwear looked like.

Sitting in the car with a sad face, the roast duck driver gloated a little: "Boss, even you can't stand the temptation of top-level food, so you fell under his pomegranate pants?"

"Shut up, am I that kind of superficial person?" I grabbed his neck and squeezed my fingers until he wailed and vowed to shut up before letting him go.

After a while,

I said, "Hey, did you just say you have his phone number?"

Roast duck driver: "..."

I was very dissatisfied with his silence, "Don't think about it, I'm not..."

"Boss, don't worry, with your expression, can I think wrong?" The roast duck driver turned the steering wheel, and his lips collided like an allegro, "You like him 051%. I will report the phone number right now. You are [-]xxxx, I wish you success in chasing stars."

For the sake of the top-secret information he provided, I reluctantly spared him.But I still warned him that if he dared to speak the truth again in the future, I would wring his neck off and use it as a clothes pole.

His head was beating like a drum.

I was very satisfied, and asked again: "Dark chocolate is the best food in town, who judged this?"

The roast duck driver looked surprised: "Why don't you even know this?"

I pull out the all-purpose excuse: "I've got epidemic depression and my brain has shrunk into a cerebellum."

The roast duck driver nodded half understanding.But in an instant, I was eager to try again, and I knew there must be something hidden in it.

Sure enough, he quickly spit it out like a cannonball.

It is said that the person in charge of Witch Town is the mayor of Fotiaoqiang, but he is not the one who has the decision-making power.

It's a takoyaki that dominates a sea of ​​ketchup.

This person does evil, is rampant and domineering, and does all kinds of evil.He was the target that everyone wanted to kill quickly, but he was so powerful that the mayor sent several divisions to encircle and suppress him, but they were all drowned in the ocean of tomato sauce.

This bully took root, and with his strong tentacles, he took away the most famous restaurant in the town, forced the alliance to recognize him as a senior gourmet connoisseur, and threatened the mayor to report to him every month. Work.

Speaking of which, the dark chocolate trio also had bad luck. They ran into this bully just after returning from studying in the capital.Not only was he taken captive to work as a chef in a restaurant, but he also had to pay tribute to 30 people every month with chocolate snow top coffee.

It's so tragic.

After listening to his narration, my eyebrows twitched. How familiar is this description?

Shouldn't...

I punched the roast duck driver's broken taxi, a bump the size of a fist protruded from the overwhelmed roof, and the horn blared.

Good autumn, if you dare to write grandpa in the book, and uglify it like this, you will dismantle your broken spaceship when you go back!

"So it's me...he who voted dark chocolate no1?" I asked.

The roast duck driver nodded timidly: "No one dares to veto his opinion."

I cursed a few more times, then put aside my personal grievances temporarily, and asked, "How many people have tasted dark chocolate?"

My fists are clenched, and I swear I'm just itchy, not jealous.

The roast duck driver replied: "You know the well-known drink - Chocolate Snow Top Coffee Bar. At the beginning, this drink was sold in Dinggua Restaurant, and many people had tasted it. But 2 years ago, this drink was withdrawn from the market."

"why?"

"Why else? Takoyaki is not allowed to be sold, and he also forbids anyone to taste the taste of dark chocolate except chocolate snow top coffee." The roast duck driver showed a lewd smile,

"Boss, I'm not trying to hit you. Everyone knows that dark chocolate is a taboo for takoyaki, and it's a delicious delicacy for him alone. You can chase after a star, but if you want to hit it with a real sword, you're going to kill yourself.

How about you consider his best friend ice cream. "

I automatically ignored his last sentence, my eyes were a little distracted, "Everyone knows they are a couple."

"of course."

"Then why don't I know!" I said angrily.

The roast duck driver snorted, "That's probably because your brain has shrunk into a cerebellum."

I:"…"

. . .

After tossing all the way, I took my towel and toothbrush, and the first day of my community volunteer began.

After the roast duck driver took me to Bodinburg, he drove away happily. From today, my dilapidated house belongs to him alone.

I finally ordered that I was not allowed to sleep in my bed, so I rolled up the bedding and came to the door of the garbage villa.

Before knocking on the door, a voice came out: "The door is unlocked, come in."

I walked in.He was dressed very homely, with a small shovel in his left hand and a watering can in his right, looking after the onion that I uprooted.

The green onion is wilting, and it seems that it is about to die.

I swallowed guiltyly, and lied, "Actually, the one who destroyed your yard really..."

"It's really you, but you're here to find the murderer." He said while pouring water.

I opened my mouth wide, I didn't expect him to be so predictable.

He was amused by my expression, lowered his head, and smiled from the corner of his eyes:

"As soon as I got home this morning, I heard the news of Latiao's death. Outsiders told me that he committed suicide due to epidemic depression, but I knew it was impossible. When I saw him yesterday morning, he was still alive and kicking like a crayfish. Even if he accidentally It is impossible to develop so fast if you are recruited.

And there were bloodstains outside the fence of my house, all the way to the door.

There was a lot of bleeding, and nine times out of ten it was the murderer, but if the murderer hid in my house, it would be impossible to make such a loud noise, then the only ones who caused damage in my house were people who followed the murderer...

you. "

Seeing that I wanted to refute, he added another sentence: "Don't deny it, the behavior of Inspector Durian Crisp has already explained everything. He is covering you and using some poor excuses. Last night, you were investigating the case with him, right?" .”

"What a clumsy excuse, it's the truth! Let me tell you, once you eliminate all the impossible facts, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth!" I recited the lines that belonged to Holmes, Complacently pulled my little bedding.

"Oh," he suddenly realized, "So Durian Cake is not lying, you really have a crush on me."

"... "

I choked, with nothing to say and no choice.

Between falling in love with him secretly and tearing down the house, I can only choose the latter.

"You don't look sad at all, isn't Latiao your best friend's younger brother?" I was very angry when he tricked me.

"That's what you said." He put down the green onion in his hand, "It's like I like you, so do I have to like your brother?"

I look dull, isn't it?If he likes me but doesn't like my younger brother, then won't I be a widow for the rest of my life?

He didn't see my worry, took a small brush and an iron pot, and filled the wall with syrup by himself: "Besides, he is not my best friend. Maybe he can't even be called a friend..."

He stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms straight, but he still couldn't reach the high hole.

"Hold me up." He turned to me.

I looked at the hair twirling on the top of his head, and couldn't help but patted his head: "Okay, with your short legs, you can't reach it even if you hug it. Let me do it."

Without asking his permission, I snatched the syrup pan and small brush from his hand, and started my industrious work as a painter.

He looked a little speechless and muttered a fool.

I immediately retorted: "Who is the dwarf talking about?"

He was even more speechless, and didn't talk to him for a long time.

I couldn't help but peek at him, wondering if I had gone too far, but I couldn't hold back my face and apologize, so I randomly picked up a topic: "Since you two have a bad relationship, why does everyone think that you and spade...ice cream Friends, including Nescafé."

When he was interrupted by me, he forgot to be angry, but his voice was still calm: "It's just a joke."

Another play on the spot.I don't understand why two people are forced to be together if they already hate each other.To even be considered best friends by everyone?

I asked the question, but he didn't answer.

Instead, he asked me a question: "The red-haired cloaked man wanted by Inspector Durian Crisp is the suspect, right? How many people did he kill?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Curiosity is a common problem of human beings." He said, "What's more, I was framed as a murderer by you, so I should know what crime I committed."

I looked at the thirst for knowledge flickering in his eyes, and my mind couldn't help shaking, like, too similar, like the garbage I know, the garbage that can jump, run and calculate people, not a tool man with a copy plot .

Under this kind of bewitchment, I vomited out everything I knew.

After listening, he questioned my memory: "Is there really no sauce on the first deceased?"

I was very dissatisfied with his questioning: "You can distrust my memory, but you can't distrust my hearing."

"Then there are only two possibilities." He pulled a chair casually, "First, Inspector Durian Cake deceived you, and second, the murderer in the first murder case is not the same murderer as the last two."

I asked him why, and he said that these cases are like some kind of ceremony, and the ceremony has its customary steps and sacrifices.

I nodded with a vague understanding.

He squeezed himself into the cake chair, and flipped through a large book: "In all geography books, there is such a sentence that Witch Town is surrounded by water, but in fact, this sentence The words are not accurate, Witch Town and the five seas are adjacent to each other."

"Five pieces?" I stopped what I was doing.

His finger points to the west: "The west is by the sea of ​​ketchup."

Okay, let's call it the Atlantic Ocean, I scratched my chin.

He: "North leans against the ocean of sweet salad dressing."

Arctic Ocean.

"East Lian Ocean of Curry Sauce."

The Indian Ocean is gone.

"The sea of ​​chili sauce is connected to the south."

Chili...Pacific.Hey, wait, is there one missing?

"There is also a sea of ​​chocolate sauce in the center of the island, at the end of Yuexia Road."

"Isn't that your close relative?" I thought about it for a long time, and the syrup on the brush fell on my forehead, and three strands of sugar hung down, but I didn't realize it.

The Mediterranean, the sea in my heart.

I giggled.

He couldn't see me smirking, and tapped my calf with the tip of his toe: "There have been countless myths and legends, and countless mysterious worships in these five sea areas. Now, salad dressing and chili sauce have appeared, which makes me suspect that everything is wrong. Coincidence. If my guess is correct, the first deceased should also be covered in sauce, and be one of the remaining three."

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the durian cake and ask about it." I filled the last hole, wiped off my sweat, and returned the pot and brush to him: "What else do I need?"

He hooked his fingers to me, the rich milky aroma accompanied by hormones made him look extra sweet.

I put my head up.

Without warning, he held my face, licked the syrup hanging on my face with the soft tip of his tongue, rolled from forehead to cheek, and slid to the corner of his mouth.

Gentle and lingering.

I was scalded by lava.His entire face was burning, and his hands unconsciously followed the line of his spine, encircling his sunken waist.

I'm desperate for his next move.

But the tip of his tongue only touched the corner of my mouth lightly, like a dragonfly landing on the water, but he never went deep into the blue world.

I couldn't wait any longer and wanted to push him on the chair, but at this moment, he pushed me away.

"This is the best Annus candy in Rainbow City, don't let it go to waste." He licked his fingers and smiled slyly at me.

I know I was played by him again.

In a fit of anger, I snatched the small milk pot for making syrup from him and put it upside down on my forehead.The syrup ran down the length of my hair and it coagulated very quickly

"The best candy can't be wasted!" I grinned grimly.