Abilities named Huabei

The matter of Rollis is over first, because we have more important things to do at this time - after all, even Yangko has to eat, although I just ate it, but Bugarati and the others are busy there I haven't had time to eat all day, so I naturally have to take a break.

After asking someone to draw blood for investigation, Bugarati also contacted the police he was a little more familiar with to deal with the matter afterwards.After everything was over, it was almost dark. Nalanga suggested that everyone have another dinner and talk about what happened today.

"That's why....Although that Carlo is annoying, he has enough alibi. Really, it would be great if he could take the opportunity to get that guy in." Nalanga was very unhappy lying on the table Said.

"I think it's more like suicide." Mista said, "Slow death caused by drug use is normal, right? And his schedule is so irregular..."

"Don't make any conclusions until the appraisal results come out. Compared with this, did you gain anything from the previous investigation?"

Bugarati didn't seem to have much appetite, the dishes on the table were hardly moved, and the expression on his face seemed a little heavy, probably still thinking about the things before.

"We investigated his home, and there is really nothing there..." Fuge rested his chin and thought for a moment, then continued:

"The house is empty. Even Raleighs was lying on the bed when he died. He probably died unconsciously in his sleep."

"There are still some basic things, such as tables and chairs, and a bunch of withered flowers on the table..."

"Flower?" I caught the point keenly, "What kind of flower is it?"

"Ah? Are you talking poisonously or hiding poison in the flowers? Nope, I've checked everything." Nalanga said helplessly.

"It's Margarita. It's a very common kind of chrysanthemum. But most of it has withered when I passed by."

"Oh..." I nodded and sat back.

After chatting for a while, no one found any key clues, so they could only give up talking about this matter and talk about some more pleasant topics.For example, there is a discount on food somewhere recently, and I met a warm and beautiful girl on the street.When talking about this kind of topic, everyone is very energetic, it seems that they want to forget the unhappy things.

"Speaking of that Maria is also very beautiful... I remember that she stood at the door of the flower shop every day, giving some beautiful flowers with damaged branches that could not be sold to passers-by. ? She's a very kind girl."

"Yes! Speaking of her, I also remembered it! Maria sometimes uses her wages to subsidize the poor, right? That mother-in-law seems to have always treated her as a daughter."

"So I think, Maria doesn't seem like a murderer. She doesn't have any motive for killing, does she? That mother-in-law is not rich, and there is no inheritance dispute at all. And it seems that Mr. Rollis and Maria's relationship is also pretty good. Every day I send him fresh flowers—"

Listening to Mista defending Miss Maria like this, I suddenly remembered what she said when I met Miss Maria today, and I felt a strange sense of disobedience in my heart.

[Rather than using my parents’ money to take drugs and blood every day, and live in pain, I might as well just die like this.Mother-in-law is also very painful, but if living and dying are both painful, I will choose the latter. ]

It's exactly like clarifying his own prisoner, but Mista seems to have selectively forgotten this sentence. Maybe everyone thinks that Miss Ilya can't be the murderer.

But I don't think so.Because good people also have their own reasons for killing.

When I was about to go back after the dinner, Bugarati suddenly stopped me,

"By the way, Merlin, do you want to stay at my house at night? I heard that you live alone all the time, right? Presumably your living conditions over there are not very good—"

"Ah, that kind of thing..."

"Or I can take you back. It's so late now, I'm afraid it will be dangerous to go back?"

The words I wanted to refuse suddenly stuck in my throat, I was silent for a long time, but I nodded in agreement.

"That's disturbing."

——So why do bosses send subordinates home?It seems that next time I have to find a chance to get a house, otherwise it is not good to live in the boss's house all the time.

After saying goodbye to other members of the organization, Bucciarati and I left one after another. The moment we walked out of the restaurant, it seemed to be raining lightly from the sky, which wet the dry ground. The air became cooler.

"I've brought an umbrella, you come closer." Bugarati said, opened the umbrella in his hand, slightly wrapped it around my shoulder, and led me into the rain.

"Thank you Mr. Bucciarati." I replied.

"It's okay." Bugarati shook his head, and after a long silence in the rain, he suddenly said:

"I read your resume from a senior, and I know a little about you."

I didn't speak, just nodded and continued to listen to him.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked,

"Why did you join [Enthusiasm]?"

——Children like you can obviously have more futures and possibilities, why do they have to go to the underworld?

This is probably the hidden meaning.

I didn't expect Bugarati's question before I came here, but after getting acquainted with him gradually, I also gradually understood this person's character and personality, and naturally understood his The reason for asking this.Because I know that people like Bugarati would not have joined the gang if they hadn't been desperate.

But even if I know, I still have to ask again.

"Then, why did Mr. Bugarati join [Enthusiasm]?" I raised my head, looked into the other person's eyes, and asked seriously,

"Mr. Bugarati is a righteous man, very close to the people, very popular with everyone, not like a gangster at all. And everyone..."

"......"

Bugarati fell into obsession again, he stretched out his hand to slightly touch his chin, as if he was lost in thought.His body seemed to be slightly tilted, so a small amount of black hair and shoulders were inevitably exposed outside the umbrella, slightly wetted by the rain—probably because he didn't want me to be exposed to the rain.Although I have considered that my appearance is too young to cause a fatherly complex, but from the details, I am also a gentle and careful person.

"There's no reason, it's just that you have to go the way you should go."

The road that he was forced to take after he had nowhere to go was also [the road that should be taken]. Although he refused to point it out, Bugarati vaguely gave the answer.

"Then I am the same, sir." I blinked my eyes, closed the corners of my mouth and inadvertently waited for a smile, and said seriously:

"I heard about Mr. Bucciarati from my seniors before. Mr. Bucciarati joined [Passion] when he was 15 years old, right? At that time, normal children should go to school, not go to school. black."

"So my reasons are the same as Mr. Bucciarati's reasons for joining the gang before, but it's just that I [should go the way I should go]."

Yes, sometimes a certain force majeure fate can make people breathless, like the Huabei system that throws bombs inadvertently every day... The shadow of death once shrouded my head But after a long time, my heart seems to have gradually calmed down.It seems that there is no fear of the beginning.

Because I know what kind of path I want to take, and what I must go through. After being whipped by thorns, people will always grow up.

——Whether it’s me or Bugarati.

The author has something to say: The Huabei system is actually very tricky. A long time ago, there were even nonsensical red-letter missions such as [If you can’t teleport directly to Tokyo within 5 minutes, the mission will fail], but because Mr. Youwen can The BUFF of teleportation can be safe and sound.

Huabeibei and Bujie are actually very kind people, and they have a common language to some extent.In fact, Sister Bu still hopes that Huabeibei can go to school like a normal child. (sigh)

PS: I'm going to be killed by a cat. It's the first time in my life to raise a cat, only to realize that it's a disaster... The cat's ability to tear down the house is definitely no less than that of Erha! ! ! (storm cry)

My Earl figurine was smashed to the ground by a paw, but fortunately it was not damaged. If there is a hair missing, I am going to eat cat meat hot pot tonight. (Smile)

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