The blackening value is being cleared

An He didn't tell anyone before he went to Italy, only Bai Lan and Ango Sakaguchi who followed him 24 hours a day knew.

With the help of the intelligence network of the Rat of the Dead House, he can naturally find out his ticket, but Gogol belongs to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and his relationship with Fyodor is very delicate, so naturally he cannot share information.

At first, I found out that something was wrong because Tong Anhe sent a text message but did not receive a reply.

He only has An He's phone number, and he didn't exchange linefriend accounts with him. As for Instagram and Twitter, An He never updates.

I sent the original text message but didn't get a reply. I can still say that I didn't pay attention to it because I was busy with work. After more times, I knew there was a problem. Gogol went to Anhe's house twice, even in a sunny day. They were all zipped tightly, and the mailbox at the door of the house was full of sales leaflets.

Gogol thought: Anhe went out?Where did he go?

Thinking this way, he connected to the Internet to check the safety and whereabouts. Although he is not like Fei Jia, who is as pervasive as a mouse, he also has his own channels.

It soon became known that An He had gone to Italy.

And because he has not booked a return ticket, Gogol keeps this on his mind every day, thinking darkly from time to time: What did he go to Italy for?Is it just like teaching/teaching students in Russia back then?

No, no, no, they are different "An He", how can they be confused?

The same individual in the parallel space should be the same, right?

Really sinful man.

Just thinking of the "gift" that An He left to him back then, Gogol has a splitting headache. The strong hint of "Beyond God" lingers in his brain all the time. Live a normal life and don't kill people. A caged bird...

In fact, if Anhe can give full play to the power of Sharingan, it will definitely not be easily broken through. For people in the non-Naruto world, the power of Sharingan is almost incomprehensible.

But who told him that the way he used it was wrong, even though he had mobilized a little bit of power with the powerful blood of Dio family creatures, it was still not strong enough.

Gogol's obsession with freedom is too deep. After year after year of scouring, his personal will finally emerged. thoughts and actions.

He is now acting like a schizophrenic clown. One second he was still acting as a conscientious social animal, and the next second he became a laughing and mocking clown, because of the influence of other gods.

This extra mental pressure allowed him to feel the presence of peace all the time for many years, which was very painful for Gogol.

Walking to the door of Anhe's house, Gogol stared at the door panel with gloomy eyes, and then couldn't help but lean forward. His five slender fingers were pressed against the door panel, as if he could convey his complicated emotions into Anhe's house. It's like home.

"Looking at the back, it looks familiar to me." An He's voice came from behind, "Are your feet okay?"

Gogol was stunned for a moment, Anhe's return journey was earlier than he expected.

He adjusted his expression and said, "Of course, it's been so long, it's completely fine."

He put on a resentful expression and said: "I sent you several messages, but I didn't receive a reply..."

I'm not going to explain how I found An He's house at all!

Wouldn't it be like a stoka if explained?

"Ah, that's because I went back to Italy." An He didn't plan to deal with Gogol today, he wanted to get a full rest after a tiring day.

"The house hasn't been cleaned in this period of time. I'm afraid it's dusty. Look..."

Who knew that Gogol climbed up the pole and said, "Then let me clean it for you."

He said hypocritically: "I troubled you for many days when my foot was injured. Now it's time for me to repay you. Please agree to help me."

Having said that, he couldn't refuse, An He invited Gogol in after opening the door for ventilation, and the latter fully showed the slight anxiety and strong interest when he invaded the private space of the object of his love.

He didn't even mean to be shy.

What should I say here...

Gogol thought: very peaceful.

Whether it's the combination of Japanese and Western furnishings, or the well-organized bottles and jars arranged in order of height, they all fully reflect his slightly neurotic desire to control, and because those arrangements are too hidden. Few people can see the pattern at first glance.

He has a natural resistance to An He's desire to control.

Because of this, he couldn't help but have strange thoughts.

Would Ann and he really let strangers into their house?

It's still possible, he likes to pick up children and bring them home...

No, then what exactly is his definition of "I"?

It's not like Gogol didn't think about "An He Kan revealed his identity", is this possible?Obviously they are An and Long from the parallel world...

For some reason, the sense of fear hooked his spine inch by inch like a reptile, but while trembling, Gogol felt a secret pleasure of challenging the bottom line.

The four words "An He Long Ye" are the collar imprisoned on his soul, and he wants to get out of it all the time.

If there is a connection between the two An and Long Ye...

Gogol couldn't help sticking out a small section of bright red tongue, unconsciously licking his slightly ruddy lips alluringly, this is a flaw in his disguise, a social animal that spends every day boringly will only grow a piece of dead skin. The lack of pigment on the lips, not like his.

——It was so red that it was almost demonic.

He was thrilled by his conjecture.

If, if they are the same person.

It's really nice...

There was a silent and exaggerated laugh on Gogol's face.

……

Sakaguchi Ango's mood is very complicated.

Before Dazai left, he planted a thunderstorm for him, forcing him to explore An He's true identity.

Sometimes Ango Sakaguchi would even stare at Anhe's bare hat.

Is he really the "Teacher An He" I know?

Just thinking about it made him shiver.

In any case, Anhe's trip to Italy left him with emotional buffer time, during which he made countless plans to think about how to deal with the more dangerous Anhe.

But the final conclusion is to do nothing.

Because he has no way to check and balance An He, and the other party is not ready to recognize himself and others, so he can only let it go.

But he also made some changes, such as closely monitoring the parliamentary secretary played by Gogol.

Intellectually, Gogol did it seamlessly, whether it was playing the young man in a mad love, or using the loopholes in the system to find a peaceful place to live, it was all seamless.

But I can't help Ango Sakaguchi subjectively thinking that there is something wrong with him. After all, Ango has already established an equation in his heart, and all fanatics are peace factions.

After Anhe got off the plane at Narita Airport, his every move was broadcast live to Ango Sakaguchi by the special agent on duty. When he invited Gogol into the house, Ango Sakaguchi's vigilance reached its peak.

"Be wary of their actions." He ordered, "If you find that the room is too noisy or too quiet, rush in directly."

On the desk, the wanted warrant for the Five Decays of Heaven and Man was blown by the breeze. On the other side, the three words Gogol and the blank photo column showed his figure from under Fyodor's wanted warrant.

……

Anhe ordered Gogol to clean this and that as a matter of course.

Who asked him to come to the door to do coolies so actively, and he was unwilling to go down the steps even though he was given the opportunity to leave, so let's use his strength.

An He is still a bit of a clean freak. The room was closed for half a month. Although the furniture was covered with covers before leaving, she always felt that something was wrong.

This busy work lasts for three hours. Gogol never does housework. He has no problems physically, but his heart is very tired. He never knew that housekeeping is so complicated.

"Thanks for your hard work."

When he was slumped on the sofa, An He brought some snacks, which were famous mochi in Tokyo, and An He brought them back from the branch at Narita Airport smoothly.

He originally planned to buy food by himself, so he was very free to choose flavors. There are six mochi in a dozen, five of which are his favorite peanut flavors, and the remaining one is the incense that he bought under the enthusiastic promotion of the clerk. The taro flavor is said to be a new product.

After serving the mochi on a beautiful plate, he also brewed tea and placed them in front of Gogol on a wooden tray.

"Look at it often. It's Nanatsujiya mochi. It's very delicious."

For some reason, Gogol crossed the taro stuffed mochi under his nose, and stretched out his hand across the river to be peaceful. The latter didn't care about these things at all, but now he stopped Gogol from saying : "This is my snack, peanut flavor."

Gogol was found to have a severe peanut allergy when he was a child. Fortunately, it was not a fatal allergy, but after that Anhe paid close attention to his diet. Under his persuasion, the Dostoevsky family could not find even A peanut.

At that time, Dazai and Fei Jia had even thought about using peanuts to entrap him, but Gogol himself was too vigilant, and with the addition of An He's intentional conflict until they went online, the peanut allergy matter disappeared. up.

Although An He didn't care about the graduate students, he wouldn't be so malicious as to send allergens to make him uncomfortable, so he kindly reminded him at this time.

But Gogol got it wrong. There was a gleam in his eyes, which made his mediocre face of a government employee come alive, and his eyebrows and eyes were beautified several times.

There is a wonderful rhythm between gestures and gestures.

He said slowly, "Ann and how do you know I'm allergic to peanuts?"

An He sighed in his heart: I didn't say I knew.

Is it really okay to be so self-confident?

He seemed to be sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, without even changing the expression on his face: "What are you talking about?" He seemed very confused.

Gogol, on the other hand, was triumphant, as if he had caught An He's low-level pigtails: I knew that you wouldn't completely forget, and you wouldn't really care about the life and death of your former students...

"Do you still want to play dumb?" Gogol had completely given up on the possibility of Pua's peace, and when he found out that he was someone he knew, those plans were canceled in an instant.

Impossible, if it is An He who knows him, it is absolutely impossible to be deceived by superficial emotions.

I should……

Gogol quickly used his face-changing skills, rubbed his hands on his face, and changed his face like magic. It was completely different from the mediocre Japanese man's face before. The exotic style filled every corner of his facial features. Frantically, approaching An He with an adoring expression, his body language fully demonstrated what is called adult obedience.

"I, I'm really happy." Gogol pretended, "They all told me you died, but I know that's absolutely impossible."

"Teacher Anhe's teachings have benefited me a lot. I, I am very grateful to you. This kind of gratitude has transformed into stronger emotions over time. When I see someone like you, I don't feel confident. Get closer."

Yeah, I want to get close to you and kill you.

Only then can I be truly free.

An He's expression changed, not a big change, but as if he was touched by his words, only softened the hard corners, but the iceberg is still the iceberg, and he will never be completely moved by a student .

"what are you saying."

Under a little bit of gentle touch, there is still an iceberg that remains undisturbed.

He is such a ruthless man.

That's right, just as Gogol thought.

Gogol still tried his best to get along, but his words and deeds were slightly restrained, as if he had just met Anhe Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, and clearly wanted to confirm that he was not a welcome that disappeared in history, but he did not dare to really extend it. Hand touch.

So he raised and lowered his fingertips, lowered and raised again, and finally struggled: "Please let me touch you again, Teacher An He."

That's it, bump into him, and...

A smile bloomed at the corner of Gogol's mouth.

Kill him.

Almost the moment he touched Anhe, Gogol pulled out the cloak he had prepared from the bottom of his suit. The cloak was connected to the space not far away, and those sharp props shone coldly, which could cut through the fragile human body in an instant. skin.

Yes, he must be able to kill An He, by a surprise attack.

He never thought that his students wanted to kill him.

"Really." An He's regretful voice came from behind Gogol, "Didn't I tell you, Gogol."

"No one knows more about backstabs than I do."

Gogol:? ? ?

When did you say that!