I have special resignation skills

"Coffee pudding at table eight." Stile's kitchen manager called out from the back kitchen.

So which rich young master ordered the sky-high priced coffee pudding.He was a little curious.

"Here we come." Ma Dong was pushed in by two young girls who were already curious.

Holding the plate of luxurious and heavy coffee pudding, she walked out of the back kitchen with difficulty.

Berry Xiang and Xia Fan hurriedly followed, there were very few guests in the morning, they had finished all the coffee now, and they were hiding behind the reception desk, showing their eyes towards Ma Dong.

Although Mao's seat is in the corner, the sunlight at this time just hits the place by the window, so it looks a bit hazy and beautiful.

"Your coffee pudding." Ma Dong put the coffee pudding on the table.

"Thank you..." Mao looked out of the window and turned his head to thank him after hearing the movement.

Ma Dong was also stunned, she suddenly broke into those eyes that were lighter and lighter than caramel color.

What kind of eyes are those? The light-colored eyelashes are turned up like the soft thin wings of a butterfly, and the amber eyes are like the most mellow Grenache rosé wine in the world. The mottled sunlight falling on her eyes at this moment is also inferior. servant.

"Ah..." Ma Dong opened his mouth and made an incomprehensible sound, and the sparrow outside the window looked in through the glass.

She no longer knew how to speak.

To be watched by those eyes is like the whole world has lost its sound, and she will give you another whole new world where you are all hers.

Shino tilted his head, his eyes fixed on a person outside the window.

The girl got up, and the neat sportswear added a touch of smartness. Ordinary clothes looked like expensive luxury goods to her.

The eyes of the two people hiding behind the front desk turned from left to right, the doorbell rang, and the girl walked out.

They jumped out and walked to Ma Dong.

The lively Xia Fan waved his hands in front of Ma Dong: "Ma Dong...?"

"Ah..." Ma Dong's face was already flushed, and he completely lost his usual adult appearance of a calm state and a working sister state.She tremblingly said: "She said..."

The blond girl was very polite, and she apologized to Aso before she left.

"Coffee pudding is here for you, sorry." Didn't enjoy this delicacy.

When the girl at that time apologized, her eyes were still fixed on her, full of concentration and love that made people mistaken.The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, dispelling a little coldness, and her lip line was very beautiful, so when there was a slight change, it would be more moving and eye-catching.

When apologizing, the lines at the corners of his eyes softened, as if he was acting like a baby to you pitifully.

"Ma Dong!!" Xia Fan and Berry Xiang frantically supported Ma Dong who had fallen vertically to the ground.

so...so cute...

Just now, a person with a height and head shape similar to "him" appeared in the sea of ​​people, and this person aimed directly at a store that "he" had never been to.

There are so many restaurants and restaurants on the street, "he" has been to almost all of them, but this person directly focuses on the one that "he" has never been to, has not many customers, and the storefront is simple and unobtrusive.

It's hard to believe this is a coincidence.

Mao brought a small pistol, two daggers, and her brain.

Originally, she wanted to use the method of arresting Yamashita to arrest his companion, but now it seems a bit ineffective.

"He" has been shuttling through the crowd, and it is almost impossible to lock the target and activate the ability remotely.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Shino shrank his neck subconsciously, his neck was empty.

Ah, the scarf is still hanging in that coffee shop.

But it's not a big deal, just wait until she settles the matter and ask her subordinates to take it.

Shino has been following behind "him" not too far or too close, and she was so engrossed that she didn't realize that there was a small tail following behind her.

Passing through several sycamore trees, "he" changed his unhurried pace and suddenly turned and ran to the other side.

Oops, Mao stared at his figure and ran after him.

The flow of people here is roughly divided into three, "he" passed through them one after another like a slippery loach, avoiding Maou's eyes.Shino didn't continue to follow him, but chose to take a detour from the alley without hesitation.

If you guessed right, through this alley, the destination that crosses the third human river is exactly where "he" will arrive in 2 minutes.

The alley was neat and tidy, with no messy litter, and Mao walked through it without much effort.

When she was about to rush out of the alley, she braked decisively and pressed her body against the wall. She slowed down the sound of her breathing that had become rapid due to sprinting.

It was a man, she was sure.

Seeing him stop, Mao took off the black braided cap that had been on his head, revealing the color of his hair.

He stood in a clever position, with half of his upper body in the sun and his lower body in the shadows.

The dazzling blond hair is exposed to the winter sun, which is a kind of silvery white light.

The man... No, it should be said that he was a young man. He turned his head and looked gently at Mao in the distance. His tall, thin and handsome appearance did not attract the attention of passers-by.

Shino's eyes widened, his pupils trembled slightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from the palm of his hand holding the dagger.She pressed against the wall tightly and moved back slowly.

The young man didn't seem to notice Mao's unconscious little movements, or he didn't care about Mao's actions at all.

He just stood far away, motionless, showing that smile sticking to his face.It seemed like a silent invitation to Mao.

Looking at the young man's face, Mao felt as if she was on a boat drifting in the Caribbean Sea. The originally cloudless sky suddenly became overcast, and the waves gradually became larger, shaking even the hull of the boat. She stood On deck, stomach churning.

The storm's rain quickly soaked her clothes, and then penetrated into her skin and bone marrow.

"Ding Dong." The dagger slipped from Mao's hand.

Mao's hand weakly grasped the gap in the wall, regardless of the dust and gravel in the gap squeezed into her nails.

It would be better to say that the pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart can somewhat help her calm down the surging nausea.

The boy's pupils moved, and his eyes fixed on Mao's hand.

The white and clean fingers rubbed against the dirt on the wall, and the blond hair also fell off the dust on the wall.

Shino couldn't help but half-kneeled down, and shifted his gaze to the ground.

A layer of uneven cement was scribbled, and there were a few drops of sweat on the gray ground, which slipped from her forehead.The instant it touched the ground, it was absorbed into it, forming a small dark circle.

There were rumbling thunder and clattering footsteps in her ears.

Hallucinations... are hallucinations...

A hand appeared behind Shino, holding a slender needle tube, without much aiming, the needle was precisely inserted into Shino's blood vessel.

That hand was rough and its mouth was covered with old calluses, but it showed disobedient gentleness when supporting the fallen girl.

The owner of the hand looked up, revealing an honest and familiar face.

If Shino's eyes were still open at this moment, he would definitely be able to recognize the identity of this person.

It was the captain of the team that Mori Ogai assisted Mao to complete.The man's honest and simple face was no longer healthy and dark, showing a sickly sallow color.

"grown ups……"

His voice was also hoarse, and he couldn't hear the captain's decisiveness in giving orders at all. He licked his lips, raised his head and stretched his neck.

The blade that was only a few centimeters away from him stopped, and the other hand stopped Mao.

The captain opened his eyes in fear, and slammed into a pair of deep black eyes: "Um (no)..."

With a gun stuffed in the man's mouth, he could only make a desperate sound that only he himself could understand.

"Her hands cannot be stained with blood." The male and female voice was sharp and thin, as if someone was scraping the rough wall with long nails.

"You know it clearly." The person whom the captain called an adult stared at the captain, "Her hands should be the cleanest! The most beautiful! The softest!"

"Hmm..." The man's eyes were filled with transparent liquid.

He was panicking at the moment, and the extreme panic had far surpassed the lifelong dream he almost fulfilled just now.

The man knew that the captain was begging him for mercy, and when he realized this, he touched the trigger with his finger: "The dogs under the mountain haven't learned from him..."

"Boom!"

The man fell to the ground, the blood spilling from his mouth stained the ground red, but it didn't splash on Mao's cheek at all.

A big white gloved hand wrapped around Mao, and his arms passed through the hollows of his knees to hug her horizontally.

It is true that Mao's weight is very light, but this person's cautious attitude like holding a feather for fear that it will be blown away by the wind is really ridiculous and weird.

The medicine injected into Mao's body was very irritating, her body subconsciously took precautions, and her hand, which was weak just now, suddenly became stronger when the medicine entered the blood.

The dagger could have cut through the attacker's carotid artery along its route, but when the hand rested on Mao's, she lost her strength again.

Shino didn't completely faint, she faintly heard one person's unilateral suppression and condemnation of the other.

This strange voice definitely does not belong to Watanabe Jun, that "Watanabe Jun" is just a virtual image that weakens Shino's attack power.

Falling into the enemy's trap, Mao thought drowsily, fortunately she was brought down.

Unable to hold on anymore, the tube of medicine started to attack.

The blond girl's head rested on the man's chest, and the man moved a little further away from the girl as if he had been picked up by fire.

The man's eyes were dull black, like a jointed puppet that came to life, and his every move was stiff and weird.

The tall puppet lowered its head reverently, cleaning the dust between the nails of the sleeping girl.

Gorgeous crystal lamps illuminate the entire hall, and there is a row of quartz stone stairs with a seat out of the all-white realm.

The backs of the seats were high, level with the nymphs painted on the stained glass.

Below the steps is an orderly array of human heads kneeling on the ground.Among them, the oldest old man had wrinkles on his face, and the youngest child was held in the arms of a woman.

They are different everywhere, the parallel lines that would never intersect were kneaded together by one hand, and became a messy ball of intertwined and knotted wool.

Their foreheads touched the cold marble floor, and they were half lying on the ground reverently.

On this occasion, the wandering ghost worshipers found their faith.

"Wicked people with sin in their hearts, please raise your head with a sincere heart." The man stood on the steps, and his sharp voice echoed in the hall.

"All your dirt will be removed, and the holy Angie Road will give you a new life!"