Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

I got this card from a fool.

He was on pills, but he wasn't getting smarter, otherwise, he wouldn't be sneaking up on me from the shadows.

And now, I might have to gamble on its efficacy.

I looked at this card, my heart swelled, my eyes closed, and I swallowed this little pill.

With the long release of the cool taste, my IQ goes upstream, occupying the high ground of the brain, and rushing to wherever I want to go.At this moment, I even felt that I could pry open Newton's coffin and easily invent gravity.

I'm not wasting any more time, spending my dying wisdom on garbage.

At that moment, thinking became extremely light and quick, and many unexpected details were presented one by one.

The chocolate snow top coffee that was suddenly stopped two years ago.

Dark chocolate without any taste.

Turned a blind eye to my desire to taste him many times.

...

Clues slowly overlap and weave into a perfect answer.

Two years ago, dark chocolate lost all its flavor, and Takoyaki stopped selling chocolate snow top coffee at that time.

saved his reputation.

In his most difficult time, he did not dislike him, abandon him, and push him into the fire pit, but instead protected him in his own unique way.

Probably only one reason, he likes him.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I think of a sentence that means when the garbage is gone: I believe in you, no matter which you are in the past, present, or future.

Does this "you" also include my shadow, the takoyaki created based on me?

He knows Takoyaki likes him.

Yeah, he's so smart it's impossible not to see that Takoyaki likes him.

He knew that nothing would happen, so he dared to leave with him so calmly.

I was relieved a lot, and at the same time, I couldn't help thinking of one thing, the townspeople in Witch Town couldn't taste their own taste.

So how does garbage know that it is not tasty?

From what I know about myself, after the sale of takoyaki is stopped, I will never take the initiative to tell the reason, and maybe I will make a few bad words to ridicule the garbage.

Just like I used to do.

There must be someone else, someone else who knew the secret of dark chocolate, and it was this one who told the garbage.

A figure suddenly popped up in my mind, that Ming Scholar-Yanchao Coffee.

No wonder 3 of Spades once complained that their childhood sweethearts, Swallow’s Nest Coffee and dark chocolate, were getting closer and closer. It turned out that the two of them had the same secret, a secret that could not be told to outsiders.

I sorted out my thoughts. In the current situation, Takoyaki must die in order to take the blame.He may have been prepared to die, otherwise he wouldn't have let me and the rubbish have sex with each other just now, he was preparing a back road for the trash, a back road that could protect him.

In fact, I don't care about whether he will die at all, and I even have a little expectation.

Of course, it's definitely not because I'm jealous of him hitting home plate, it's just, just, yes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

In order to express my kindness, I promised to give him my funeral package, including the big cherry in his mouth.

Other than him, Garbage may be slightly injured, but he will definitely not die.

This flustered night is finally going to calm down.

Looking at the deserted street, I wiped the rainwater off my face, pulled off my soaked clothes, threw them aside, and squatted down exhausted.

That restless trash, when you come back tomorrow, you must teach him a lesson.

Just as I was about to relax and take a breath, a question popped into my mind.

Wait, did I forget one thing, Qiu, the author of Fairy Tales, would really let go of garbage so easily?

As the number one war criminal who captured the Dream Stone, there is no reason to live to the end.

Am I overlooking something?

The real murderer hiding behind the scenes, the murderer who threatened to kill the trash.

"Fuck!" For the first time, I hated myself for having a fish head, and always brushed past the truth.

I took out my mobile phone from my trouser pocket, wiped the rain-soaked buttons with my clothes, and called Peanut, "Where are you now?"

It seemed that the phone had been flooded, and Peanut's voice was intermittent: "Hospital."

I shouted loudly: "Don't look after that third-degree disabled person, go to the police station immediately. If there is any news about takoyaki or dark chocolate, let me know immediately."

I hung up the phone without giving him time to ask.

The murderer, Shuang Yan's reflection in the sea of ​​ketchup, where should I go to find her?

An upscale neighborhood with 3 of spades?

Dilapidated abandoned factory?

Double-door large refrigerator in banana apartment?

Witchtown Library?

I kept flashing through my mind where the murderer had been.

Those illusory figures began to be filled with colors in my mind and became real.

Maybe it's because of the IQ booster pills.My memory improved by leaps and bounds, and in that chaotic ocean, I found some familiar fragments.

A few pieces that have me doubly puzzled.

I looked at my watch.At 11:34 in the evening, it has been 2 hours since Takoyaki left.

I rushed to the car parked by the side of the road, punched open his door, and started the car with 【□□】.

White smoke rose from the rear of the car, turned around on the slippery ground, and drove towards the hamburger-shaped library.

The first time I saw Sour Plum Girl, I asked her to show me the application materials for the library card.

Suanmei seemed surprised that I was drenched, and handed me a towel with a blushing face: "Brother Snapper, don't worry, let's talk slowly if you have anything to say."

I shook off her hand and slapped it on the table. The marble table broke into two pieces. I said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, take out the things quickly."

She seemed to be stunned by me, tears welled up in her eyes, and she stood there blankly, like a puppet.

My heart was full of anger.Sweeping away the useless ones, she went straight to the file cabinet and rummaged through them one by one.

Since I read the information from five months ago, the sour plum girl quickly knew who I was looking for?

Wiping her tears, she sobbed and took out one of them: "Is she what the elder brother is looking for?"

That portion belongs to the golden sun cake.

I took the materials, and the evil fire in my heart slowly dissipated, but I didn't mean to apologize, I just said: "The real murderer has not been caught yet..."

She covered her lips and exclaimed in a low voice.

I didn't care about her anymore, and buried myself in my studies.

This information was filled out by the mysterious red-haired woman. It includes name, place of origin, date of birth, etc. Although most of it is false, there is one thing I can be sure of.

Her handwriting is exactly the same as Yanchao Coffee.

Coffee, precious perfume eternal aftertaste 13140, highly overlapping fonts.What exactly does this mean?

I thought of the copybook in the small attic. If garbage can write the same font as Yanchao Coffee, why can Shuangyan also write such a font? Could it be that Yanchao Coffee is the master of calligraphy in this world, everyone The object of imitation?

Countless questions arose.

I put down that file.Holding Sour Plum's shoulders, he looked sternly into her eyes:

"Now think about it again carefully. What are the characteristics of the woman you saw, her actions, speech, sentences, and manners?"

"Acting, speaking, punctuating sentences, and demeanor." The sour plum girl curled up and repeated my words blankly, like a repeater.

"Yes, for example, has he ever said such a sentence." I cleared my throat and said in an exaggerated tone, "I don't want you to think, as long as I think."

The sour plum girl shook her head and stammered: "I, we didn't have much conversation, she just said a word, she asked, she asked me if I like Little Heavenly King vinegar ginger tea.

"Hey, I'm so embarrassing. I don't know how that elder sister knew. She didn't answer when I asked her, but just smiled mysteriously at me."

As soon as I heard it, my head suddenly made a duang sound, and it stopped.

What's going on, such a tone, why is it a bit like garbage.

As the questioning deepened, I felt more and more that the behavior of Golden Sun Cake, the tone of jokes, and some small actions were not like Shuangyan at all, but like rubbish.

Could it be that... a terrible idea came to my mind...

In Leod's Horror Manor, he used Shuangyan's identity to deceive me for the first time, but will today be the second time?

make up?No, it's not makeup. How can makeup perfectly transform into another person? Could it be...

I suddenly remembered a card in the convention - [Mimicry].This card is perfect for transforming one person into another, one species into another.

Could it be this kind of ability?If so, where did he get this ability?

Soon an idea appeared in my mind.

Five months ago, the meteorite hit the ground.Weird changes rose up.

On that day, Garbage acquired a strange ability to turn into the person he once ate.

Thinking about it this way, Yanchao Coffee became suspicious at that time.Maybe what he saw in the mirror wasn't a ghost at all, but himself, the self who had become Shuang Yan.

He changed into the appearance of Shuang Yan.That's why he became obsessed. Anyone who saw himself in the mirror turned into another person, a person he had killed, would have his liver and gallbladder split.

The ghost possessed him and came to him to claim his life.Yanchao Coffee was probably in such a state of mind at that time.

There is no Shuangyan in this dungeon at all, only dark chocolate, ice cream, and Yanchao coffee.

I straightened everything out, thinking it's no wonder, Shuang Yan's reflection returned to the world, neither killed the ice cream, nor killed the dark chocolate, but instead killed those innocent people, it's a bit unreasonable.

In this way, the scope of the murderer is dark chocolate and ice cream.

Of the two, only the trash has lost its flavor.

Could it be that the murderer was really him?

Killing innocent people one after another, just to restore the deliciousness of the past.

But if he is the murderer, how can he go back and forth between the banana apartment and the salon within 15 minutes, and how can he kill the fourth victim under my nose?

What baffles me even more is why he would designate himself as the fifth victim.

Could it be to test his position in Takoyaki's heart?

My heart turned into a lemon, both sour and jealous.

If that's the case, then he's all but defeated.

But he is not alone, and I am with him on this path that is doomed to failure.

Ha, I raised my head and kept my tears from streaming down. It turned out that the relationship these days was fake. He only regarded me as another person, a man who may care about him a little bit, but will always love another woman deeply. .

I drove the car slowly, the straight road was like the throat of a monster, countless trees and flowers howled under the wind and rain, and the night covered everything, including its tears.

I went back to the place where the garbage lived, and the roast duck driver cleaned it spotlessly.

I can almost recall all the stories between me and him, which happened here and that night.

It didn't rain that day.He was wearing a shirt and his smile was as sweet as sugar.

I went to his bedroom and looked up at the ceiling.

There is a secret room where all his secrets are hidden.

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Almost all the secrets are out.

There is a loophole in Hanhan's reasoning, have you found it?