Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

Its mouth was drooling.The distance between the eyes is so wide that it can fit a Mariana Trench, just like a demented child.

I watched it squirm with hundreds of tentacles moving towards the city hall, and sneered in my heart, needless to say what this thing is.

Such an ugly and vulgar image does not treat me as a human being, although I am really not a human being.

But these are not important.I declare that Qiu has angered me, and all those who angered me will line up in the underworld.

…except for that crap.

I'm not too happy with this exception, but there's nothing too nice about it right now.

Takoyaki in the distance had stretched out his thick and powerful tentacles and smashed the window of the town office. His goal was very clear, and he would drag Mayor Fotiaoqiang out in the next second.

The mayor seemed to have gotten used to such scenes, lying dead in the tentacles in a very buddhist manner, motionless.

The rest of the staff were more familiar, with expressions of getting used to it. What's more, within 10 seconds after the mayor left, they calmly began to reinstall the syrup glass.

Except for a security team member with an immature face, he seemed to be on the job for the first time, and he was completely confused about the situation, so he slapped the takoyaki nervously.

In the next second, the bullet bounced off the brazen fortress-like head, and the poor novice flew into the sky together with the bullet.

In this way, Takoyaki led the Buddha to jump over the wall and disappeared into the distance.

I look away.But doubts arose in my heart.If the garbage occupies the position of the victim or the murderer in this dungeon, then what position should I, who is also the chief culprit of taking away the Rose Dream Stone, occupy?

An accomplice who bullies others?A righteous detective, or a victim waiting to be slaughtered like a pig or a dog?

Or is it that Qiu doesn't pay attention to me at all?

I thought about my heroic performance on the Titania, and automatically ruled out the last possibility.

Along with thinking along the way, I returned home, the door was already open, and the little daisies on the windowsill swayed with the curtains.

He has already got up, still wearing the round neck T-shirt that was several sizes too big last night, half of his shoulders are bare, and he is reaching out to grab the shortbread hidden in the broken cupboard. With a smile, he greeted me through the window: "Morning."

I quickly scanned the surroundings like a radar, and when I saw no one, I rushed to the window angrily, and pulled his collar that was crooked to the elbows back to my shoulders: "If I don't see you for a while, I will think about Hongxing jumping over the wall! You are honest! Tell me, you want to seduce someone by dressing like this!"

He didn't care much, and made a glass of milk leisurely: "What do you want me to answer? A man who fried a microwave oven with excrement, cultivated mushrooms with table legs, or stuffed cockroach carcasses into apple pie to make taiyaki looking up at the stars?"

My arrogance suddenly diminished a lot, but my neck was still stuck: "Isn't there shit in the house? What's the big deal? I'll..."

"It would be the best if you have this awareness." Before I could finish speaking, he stuffed a bunch of keys into my hand, "Then troublesome spirit, who is dedicated to finding trouble for me, can help me clean it up. "

I blinked my eyes, swallowed "I'll buy you another set" amidst his smile, and nodded gloomily.

He seemed pleased with my knowledge.Leaning on the window sill, holding a daisy between her fingertips, she rubbed my face: "Good job, what do you want to eat?"

"Can you still order food?"

"Of course, you can choose shortbread with milk, or shortbread with milk."

"Aren't these two the same thing?"

"Yeah, why can't you find a third normal ingredient in your house." He reread the word normal.

"There is another kind, dark chocolate." I looked straight at him, all my thoughts were written on my face.

"So, I remembered, there is indeed another kind." He tapped my stomach with his finger, "Stupid red bean."

Without saying a word, I opened a hole in my stomach with a knife, and the soft red bean paste flowed out and fell into his milk pot.

He seemed startled by my sudden move, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.I took this opportunity to jump in from the window, and before he could react, I pushed him down on the sofa, with my teeth close to his ears.

Reciprocity, since he accepted my red beans, I also want to taste the taste of dark chocolate. After all, chocolate snow top coffee has been sold for several years, and everyone in the street has tasted it, except me.

My face said that he was very unhappy and was going to run away from home.I also do this out of desperation.

Unexpectedly, Garbage suddenly struggled, like a loach kept flapping in my arms. If it wasn't for the difference in appearance, I would have wondered which one was the fish, he or me.

Of course, he was no match for me in terms of strength, so I cut his hands behind my back and bit his ear.

However, before I could taste it, the phone rang, and I ignored it. The ringing became more and more urgent, like an elementary school teacher chanting scriptures, I cursed secretly, picked up the phone, and it was that damned peanut again.

He left me a confusing sentence - turned on the phone, and someone shared a video.

"Video, what video?" I scratched my unkempt hair, and just about to throw the message into the trash can, the trash jumped out by itself and snatched the phone from my hand.

His face was a little ugly, and he seemed to be still angry at my rudeness just now.

I put my head close to him and watched his fingers keep moving on the screen. He didn't push me away and put the video in front of my eyes.

The title of the video is horrifying--a live broadcast of murder, and the content of the video is even more horrifying. Wearing a black cloak and a mask of the God of Deliciousness, Shuangyan holds a small silver table knife and cuts open the belly of the omelet rice, stabbing it with one knife at a time. Rotten his internal organs.

A white nylon rope was tied to the mouth of the omelet rice. Cold sweat and blood flowed out like a faucet that had been turned on. His eyes had long lost focus and protruded outward, like a frog whose stomach had been trampled flat. .

I watched Shuang Yan brutally tortured and killed him, the blood splashed on the mask like bunches of bright red raspberries.

The sacrificial vessel containing the curry paste was poured slowly, and a thick thin line fell on the face of the omelet rice, covering all his pain.

And Shuangyan just stood aside, watching his breathing, his slightly twitching little finger, and finally his heartbeat slowly returning to zero.

She is like the apostle of the god of death walking on the ground, everything touched by her fingertips is like foam, and she dies when she touches it.

The video ends on a handful of white sesame seeds without any dirt.

All the chilling killings were eventually buried in endless darkness.

"This is a blatant provocation." Garbage pressed the replay button.

"I can't hide it anymore, now everyone knows." I said.

For some reason, I always thought this video was weird. After repeating it several times, I realized that the video showed a lot of close-ups of Shuang Yan’s hands, including the cross scar and the three moles on the wrist that resembled the character “pin”.

Anyone who is familiar with her can determine her identity from these characteristics at a glance.

This is too deliberate... isn't it?Deliberately felt that there was a problem.

But if the person in the video wasn't Shuang Yan, who would it be?

I looked at the time when the video was uploaded, the person should have died last night, but what I can be sure of is that the garbage never went out last night.

If he can hide it from my eyes and ears and leave without anyone noticing, I will live broadcast the iron pot to stew myself.

"I'm going to the town office." Garbage said suddenly.

"What?" I couldn't keep up with his jumping thinking.

"The mayor is kind to me. When the three of us went to study abroad, he also gave a lot of money. I have to go and see him."

"Wear like this?" I looked at the roomy round neck T-shirt that could fit two of him.

"It's okay, the sun will rise soon."

I obviously have no reason to reject him, and even if there was, he can make this reason disappear in an instant.

We get in the car.Drive towards the town office at a speed of 180 miles.

As the sun rose, people woke up one after another, and the darkness could no longer cover them, and the pot exploded.

From time to time, there were voices of righteous indignation from the crowd on the road.The closer it got to the destination, the louder the sound became.

In the end, the crowd has formed a huge torrent, loudly insulting the government for deliberately concealing the facts and fooling the common people, demanding that Buddha Tiaoqiang must give a reasonable explanation and catch the murderer within three days.

When I parked the car and was about to go with him, he pressed my shoulder and turned me 180°: "Go back and clean the house. I'll come to inspect it tonight."

"You think you are the leader?" Naturally, I don't want to, it's too dangerous, and I can't let him out of my sight.

"Worried about me? This is Town Hall. There's nowhere safer."

I choked for a moment: "I'm worried about you? Yes, I'm worried that you will be stabbed to death. No one is willing to help you collect the corpse. The corpse is rotting outside and affecting the appearance of the city!"

"Then why are you grabbing me with your hand and refusing to let go." With a teasing look on his face, he shook his arm.

I let go of him like shit, "My hands are cramping."

I was righteous, and when I finished speaking, I hugged my arms and shook like an epileptic.

"Okay. This cramp hasn't been cured, and I have another brain-damaged problem, what can I do." He said and patted my head, "Clean it well, see you tonight."

After speaking, he left calmly.

I watched his back without leaving for a long time, and muttered in my mouth: "You are the brainless."

Unexpectedly, at this time, he suddenly turned around:

"Keep staring at me, won't your eyes cramp too?"

We looked at each other in the parking lot about ten meters apart. He pursed his lips and smiled, and the sun shone from the sky.

The lifeless parking lot suddenly came to life, twisting and dancing ballet.

He's gone, I don't know how long he's been gone, but his smell is everywhere.

. . .

Labor is hard work, and the fruits of labor are sweet.

But if you only enjoy the fruits without having to bear the labor, the sweetness will double.

At the moment, I am enjoying the double sweetness.

The roast duck driver was caught by me as a coolie, after I agreed to give him a 500 note.

I guess the trash won't want to see this shit-stained bill again, even if it's worth $10000.

The roast duck driver got his reward, kissed the friendly smiling tiramisu leader on the banknote, and then rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

But his other partner, Peanut, who always ruined my good deeds, was not present.

"Some business is being dealt with, and I can't make it through." He left a message.

"What the hell, the wings are hard and you want to fly solo?" I muttered, but I didn't have time to beat him. Now I have a more important job, being a supervisor.

After a night of volatilization, the breath here is no longer so strong, but it still makes people feel psychologically uncomfortable.

I wandered around the house a little anxiously, and suddenly, I remembered the attic.

I remembered that font.

I'm not a curious person, I don't like to get to the bottom of things.For me, being happy is more important than anything else.

Even a little confused.

But garbage is different, he is the original sin, the apple hanging in the garden of Eden, no matter what point it is, it attracts me crazily.

including his secrets.

I smashed open the attic of his bedroom again, and got in with a bang.

The darkness could not block my vision, and those few copybooks appeared in front of me again, still in the ordinary, non-distinctive font.

It is exactly the same as the letter of Yanchao Coffee.

Vaguely, I feel that I have seen this font in another place, but I can't remember where it is.I gave my memory a boost, but it failed miserably.

shift, that trash!He imitated Swallow's Nest Coffee's handwriting, what did he write on the added paper?And who do you hope to deceive with these extra "manuscripts"?Could it be that he really had an affair with Yanchao Coffee?

I couldn't figure it out, my eyes wandered around in this small, triangular attic, and soon, something caught my eye.

That's a safe.

An old fashioned, safe with a knob.

I shook it a few times, and the things inside made a "bang bang bang" sound, a bit like plastic, and then there was a burst of paper falling to the ground.

I tapped it twice, and the safe wailed that it was about to disintegrate. I was about to continue, but at this moment, the phone rang again.

It's from that trash.

"wai", I deliberately let the ring ring more than a dozen times before answering the phone, which will help him recognize his identity and keep my position in the family.

However, I overestimated his IQ, he had no clue about his identity, and he warned me when he came up: "Don't mess with my things, if you lose or break even a toothpick from me, just take it from me mellowly." Get out of here."

shift, if he told me not to move, I would not move?If he tells me to get out, I'll get out?Then put the face of Jie Shu, the lord of the Dead Sea, on which planet that doesn't shit?

Looking at the safe in front of me, which proves my family status, I have a fierce look in my eyes.

Rubbish, you forced me.

5 minutes later,

"Boss, why are you breaking off so many toothpicks?" Peanut tilted his head.

"Keep my family status." I broke my toothpick and shook my head to express my disappointment with him, "Why are you here?"

Peanut: "Stop talking, boss, big discovery."