After being picked up by Hong Kong black bosses

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Yokohama, on a private car.

In a car driving to a cruise ship.

Banana, who was originally smuggled out in a garbage bag, finally saw the light of day again. She sat on the seat of the private car with a bored face, and she still felt the smell of some garbage plastic bags on her body.

Even though she was still in handcuffs, she still sniffed her body in front of Fyodor with a nonchalant face.

"What's the matter? I obviously remember that the plastic garbage bag I just took out is brand new."

"But you put me in the garbage truck and poked holes in the garbage bags, and I almost smoked to death."

The girl complained with disgust on her face, she was sitting face to face with Fyodor, but there was no trace of humbleness on her face at that time.

"...Well, as expected, my guess is correct, you are no longer the Banana you were then."

Fyodor smiled and propped his chin to look at the girl in black in front of him. She was obviously a girl with the same appearance, her temperament, speech and personality were very different from the Banana he had "educated" before.

"Well, I'm also a product of your 'manufacturing'."

She looked up at Fyodor, her slender eyelashes curled up slightly, and when she mentioned that she was a second personality born of abuse, the girl didn't respond at all, on the contrary, she was quite used to the current situation.

Fyodor looked at her meaningfully, and took out a small box from under the seat. The box looked very light, and some small voices came from the box: "Then you don't like cats anymore? Thanks to me I also prepared a gift for you."

Fyodor opened one side of the cardboard box as if offering a treasure, and a white-haired puppet kitten poked its head out. The cobalt blue cat eyes stared at Banana curiously, which made her startled. Startled.

"It's a mix of Siamese and Ragdoll. Don't you think it's cute? The dark hair on the face."

Fyodor smiled with crooked eyebrows. To be honest, he spoke in this tone a bit like Mori Ogai who was cheating people. Banana fell silent and pouted: "Cute is cute."

"Then you are planning to accept it? I always feel that I will be more compatible with you now." Fyodor put the cardboard box on Banana's lap, and did not respond to his "fit" evaluation. Nana just looked confused: "Then you should at least uncuff me?"

"Oh yes, yes, I forgot." Fyodor slowly took out a paper clip from the overcoat, bent it into a small hook shape, and carefully inserted it into the handcuffs on Banana's hand. in the keyhole.

He listened to the small sound coming out of the keyhole, and the intoxicated eyes under his half-dripped eyelids made him feel as if he was listening to some classical music.

"When did you learn to pick locks?"

"I was locked up before, so I will understand after studying."

He answered naturally and easily, and the occasional naughty tone of a child made Banana a little confused.

... Here he is again, which face is it today?

Fyodor is really an uncertain man, that's why she used to be terrified of him.

Because Fyodor's mystery and madness without boundaries can easily blacken and swallow her before, and make her fall into a nightmare from which she cannot wake up.

This man who is sometimes sinister and sometimes sincere, sometimes indifferent and sometimes enthusiastic, acts evil but claims to be the messenger of God.

She obviously didn't understand him before. In the days when the supernatural power had just fully awakened, she was also afraid that Fyodor would find her. She thought she was afraid of Fyodor, but now those feelings are strange disappeared.

She still finds Fyodor a man of almost pathological complexity, but everyone she's experienced since she came to Yokohama is Fyodor in a way...even herself.

"Snapped."

While Banana was thinking, Fyodor, who was lying behind her to unlock the lock for him, succeeded, and the heavy lock on her wrist fell to the sofa of the car. Fyodor returned to his seat with a smile In terms of position, his face was full of looks that wanted to please her.

"..."

Banana couldn't speak, so she coughed lightly and pulled her hands back from behind, moved her shoulders that had already been handcuffed a little, and then used her supernatural power to repair the wound on her hands.

After that, avoiding Fyodor's eyes, he took the little puppet cat out of the box.

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In the end it was time to go back to living with Fyodor.

Banana remembered that it was the same in the past. She was carried around as Fyodor's accessory, but he never made her feel better. Her unpredictable temperament made life difficult for her who was as pure as a sheet of paper at that time.

She thought that after she used poison to bring down Fyodor and escaped, the man who took her back must have retaliated against her, but she forgot that the man was Fyodor. His thinking, most of the chances are wrong judgments.

He even actually gave her a cat.

Banana hugged the puppet cat and walked to the room where Fyodor was. Outside was the chaotic Yokohama, and inside was his noble classical music.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Amid the melodious music, the sickly man coughed a few times, and before the situation became intense, he hurriedly pulled out a white handkerchief from the inside of his shirt to catch the blood clots he coughed up.

"...It seems that the poison I gave you before is still affecting your body."

"Yes, that's right... It's really a beautiful move. Until now, I still haven't been able to find any other antidote, except you."

Fyodor sat in front of the grand piano, raised his hand and beckoned Banana, and she let go of the puppet cat in her hand, and walked over calmly, took the knife and cut it on her arm. a wound.

"Isn't this another poison that can kill me immediately?"

Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of irony in his beautiful and sickly eyes.

"That's not going to happen, but I won't give you a complete antidote either. What if you kill me right away?"

Banana also responded honestly, putting her blood in a goblet and letting him drink it down.

The sweetness of blood that does not belong to human beings melted on the tip of Fyodor's tongue like mellow red wine. This is the reason why he always kept Banana by his side when he was weak and sick in the past—with her, he was very happy. Affirming that he can maintain his physical condition until he sees his utopia.

Drinking the same mouthful of blood, he couldn't help thinking of how he and Banana stayed in a foreign country before.

At that time, Banana always looked at him with fear and timidity on her face. She was so humble that she was as powerful as a god but lived like a little mouse. I love Banana's look.

Of course, he also likes her wayward and reckless behavior now.

She has obviously become an extremely bad child, but she still exudes that pure and transparent temperament.

After the pain was relieved, Fyodor raised his hand to caress Banana's cheek, and his eyebrows and eyes revealed his praise for Banana.

"Hey, Banana, why don't you just surrender to me earlier?"

His morbid eyes were full of obsession, but Banana looked into the deepest part of his eyes, and found that there was actually nothing in them.

She then laughed, pulled his hand away, went back to pick up her recently beloved puppet cat, and left the resplendent and resplendent room casually.

"One by one, they say they want me to stay, but they don't see me in their eyes."

"...so boring."

She said indifferently.

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