Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

"Could it be..." I had a bold guess in my mind, "Someone had a crush on the woman of Yanchao Coffee, so he forged his letter and insulted her secretly, so that the woman would give up on this man."

Peanut: "I checked. He doesn't have a girlfriend."

"That's the boyfriend." My reasoning couldn't be wrong.

Peanut was silent for a while: "He only has two close male friends, ice cream and dark chocolate. Among them, ice cream has a girlfriend who has been dating for three years."

Well, there may indeed be something wrong with my reasoning.I pretended to flip through the handbook, but the suspicion in my heart was blowing up like a balloon. 4 of Spades and Yanchao Coffee have known each other since childhood, but dark chocolate came from behind. …

My heart is beating wildly, it's impossible, it can't be like this, how can Yanchao coffee and garbage be a couple?

Among the tangled threads, I suddenly remembered a clue.

Although the copybooks hidden in the junk attic are ordinary and featureless, they are very similar to Yanchao Coffee's fonts.

Could it be…

Did they really have an affair?Garbage secretly imitates everything about Yanchao Coffee, just like star fans buying products that idols like.

No no no, this is impossible, absolutely impossible!

I looked at the notebook, the only thing that could prove his innocence was this notebook.

By the time my eyes focused on Peanut again, he had respectfully asked the veteran Matsutake to restore the torn content.

"Hey, I'm getting old, my eyes are dim, and my hands are even more disorganized, shaking so badly that I can't even measure the weight of a book. I'm afraid I can't help you." The old man Matsutake said coolly.

Is he mad at us?I gave Peanut a puzzled look.

Peanut nodded cryptically, and then, like a bird, crawled beside the old bird: "Detective, you misunderstood, we didn't leave just now to find someone to verify."

"Oh, what is that for?" The old man followed his words.

Peanut didn't think about it, he hesitated for a while.

I pointed to my lower body and made a one-size-fits-all gesture, signaling to stop talking nonsense with him and use torture.

Peanut immediately understood what I meant: "The boss's woman ran away with another man, he went to catch the adulterer, and cut the little brother who has no eyesight."

I'm angry, his grandma has a leg.His wife just ran away with someone.

"Hehe. Can he have a wife? Which girl can't think about it so much." The old detective laughed into a puddle of vomit, no matter how you look at it, it's disgusting.

Shift, I raised my fins, looked at this and that, and prepared to let them go to the underworld together as companions.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Peanut put his hands on his chest and said: "Don't you want to know what is written on it? It may be related to the secret of dark chocolate."

The old man also said with an old god: "In the whole Witch Town, only I can help you."

I:"…"

The old man whistled leisurely and motioned for the hook with his eyes.

Shift, as the only breadwinner in the family, what else can I do?He had no choice but to bear the humiliation and jump into the water, bit the old man's hook, and became the first fish he caught.

Alas, I have paid too much for this family.

The old man looked very happy, and tugged at my fish tail: "Will it be contagious if I eat such a stupid fish?"

As he spoke he pinched my tail.Throw me into the water again.

This time I couldn't bear it any longer, so I swung my dragon tail and slapped the river water with lice floating at him.

He was unprepared, the whole mushroom canopy was wet, and he patted the wheelchair in anger: "Don't you know that the old man is not in good health, and he gets cold easily when he catches a cold?"

"I see that you are quite energetic." I said with a strange air.

He chuckled, and suddenly he let out an ouch, and his whole body sank down: "It can't be done, my back is sore and my brain is cramping, you should find someone else."

Shift, this old man has never been beaten by society.I cracked the fins, and I don't mind letting him experience that before he dies.

Unexpectedly, Peanut came up to the old man at this time, and put a deer hunting cap on his chest: "Since the old man is not feeling well, then we won't force it."

As he spoke, he rolled up the corner of the hat slightly, revealing a magazine inside, the latest edition of "Playboy".

The old man's eyes were straightened, and he was almost drooling: "I suddenly don't feel so bad."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Peanut's deerstalker hat: "Your hat is not bad."

Peanut smiled honestly: "As long as the old man likes it."

"Hmph." I looked at the old man's paralyzed lower body, and snorted, "Can you do it?"

"Do you understand?" The old man retorted, "Men are still teenagers until they die!"

"You should ask your little brother first, maybe he doesn't want to be a teenager." I seized the opportunity and sarcastically.

"Hehe, that's why I don't want to talk to ordinary people like you. A group of people who are bound by worldly concepts have long lost their own thinking. They will never understand what is in the heart of a lone traveler?" , took out the magazine from the hat, and couldn't wait to flip through it.

My nose is crooked.Since I was a child, I have always been a creature outside the group, and no "men" will include me.

The Lone Walker is my innate name, the shadow that goes with me.Why would a lecherous old man take it away?

Just when I was about to have a good talk with him, the old man said again: "After 3 days, I will tell you the result, whether it is successful or not."

I was pulled away by peanuts.Before leaving, he bowed frequently to the old man, as if he had received great favors.

Hehe, I can't move that mud bodhisattva that shatters when I touch it, can't I still move him?

Out of the river bend.I just kicked Peanut in the ass and sent him to the sky.

It's getting late,

The road back to the baguette security company was not tortuous.I robbed a van and a van of bread men and threatened that they had to take me to my destination.

No one can refuse me.Breadman is no exception.

But when I happily entered the security company, what was waiting for me was not him who was full of affection, but Focaccia, the captain of the security team with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

I don't understand why Focaccia became the captain of the baguette, and I don't want to understand, I just want to understand where is the garbage?

Focaccia: "He has legs and walks by himself."

It turned out to be like this, I blamed me for not being thoughtful and not cutting off his feet first... Ahh, I realized: "He has feet, why don't you have hands? Won't you tie him up?"

"He has feet, and I have hands. But you have no brains." Focaccia clenched the baton in his hand, as if he was enduring something, "Kidnapping is a felony in Witch Town. If Lord Dark Chocolate hadn't interceded for you, you would have died by now tied up and thrown into the melting pot from hell."

"He interceded for me?" I scratched the fish's head, "What did he say?"

"Stop pretending, don't you just have a crush on His Excellency Dark Chocolate?" Focaccia seemed irritated by my attitude, "You kidnapped him, and he still spoke for you. People in love always have negative IQs, easy Do something out of your control. It's all because of his kindness. He's willing to forgive you and give you another chance."

I smell a rival in love from him.But after thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing, he had no chance.

Yes, although this focaccia is full of nonsense, but he is right in one sentence, people in love have a negative IQ.That trash left the security team under such a dangerous situation is undoubtedly a short-circuit of the brain. He must be in love now, and the object of that love is me.

I laughed three times and walked away.Run back to the villa at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

The sun is about to set, and the sky is still red.

It wasn't until the door of the candy house that I thought about it. It was over, and I forgot to call to ask where he was, and I didn't know if he came home obediently after running out.

I immediately threw the gift I bought back by the side of the road.He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Garbage, but he heard footsteps coming from the house. The footsteps were urgent, accompanied by intense panting and collision sounds, and it seemed that there was more than one person.

What is this doing?Alarm bells were ringing in my heart.

I remember a scientist who said that two people in love will activate a latent gene in the brain to release a certain pheromone-and this pheromone can detect whether the other party is cheating.

Although I don't know if this scientist was born or not, I think what he said makes sense.I feel a little green on the top of my head now.

This feeling drove me up the fence instead of kicking down the gate.

The curtains in the bedroom are half-closed, and only a little bit can be seen through the gap between two sheets of thin cloth.

There are two pieces of food inside, one for men and one for women.The female food was wearing a black cloak, her back was facing me, and she couldn't see her face clearly, while the male food was that unruly trash!

They were pulling at each other, and the physical contact had reached the level of lovers.

But she heard the female food coquettishly say: "Where are the things?"

Trash whispered softly: "Not here."

I gritted my teeth angrily, oh, I have no teeth.I had no choice but to beat the wall to vent my anger.

The two people in the room were still arguing, and the trash even took the woman's hand and said affectionately, "I really didn't take the things."

The sun was setting, and this time I finally had my teeth, and I bit down on the fence.

The wall shook twice, couldn't support it, and died.And my body fell to the ground along with the overturned wall.

The loud noise caught the attention of the people in the room.When I kicked away the wall that hit my belly, only the garbage was left in the whole house.

"What? You still have the face to come back." He strolled out, stepped on my belly, and actually came to invite the wicked to file a complaint first.

This time, I won't be led by him by the nose again, and immediately lowered my face: "Who is she, what are you doing?"

He paid no heed to my scolding, his straight legs were slightly separated, his toes slid from his belly to the other side, and he slowly straddled my waist.

"A friend. It's just a catch-up." He said the excuse that men all over the world will say when they make mistakes.

I sneered, I want to believe him, I am a fool.

"Then why did you hold her hand?" I lay on the ground, raised my hand, and pinched his collar.The collar was wrinkled, and there was an aroma of other food on it.

He grabbed my hand, but didn't use much force: "She accidentally spilled coffee on my shirt and wanted to help me wash it. I said no, she was embarrassed, and she had to pull my collar. tangled up for a while."

"There is no 300 taels of silver here, and the old Wang next door never stole it!! You don't smell like coffee at all." I spoke fiercely.