After drawing Zhongye SSR

"—do you want to be crushed by gravity?"

Silty's intuition told him that the man in front of him was not joking.

The overwhelming murderous intent, as well as the emotionless eyes of Zhongyuan Zhong, all showed that——

This man with bright orange hair has killed many people.very many.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't take off his gloves either. This kind of small character doesn't need "dirtyness" at all. As long as he uses a little bit of supernatural power, the gelatinous body of the mud will sink to the ground.

The mud struggled hard, but he felt as if he was being crushed by a big truck, and he couldn't move.

Zhong also didn't plan to kill him. After all, this is still the territory of the Hero Government. As a port of Mafia, it is really not suitable for doing anything out of the ordinary in Shizuoka.

There was a commotion outside the alley, with sirens and professional heroes shouting.Nakahara lowered his black hat and walked over to Maki.

Maki doesn't look good.

The blood on his hand hadn't stopped yet, obviously Hitomi Mishima didn't know how to bandage, but just roughly tied the bandage on it.One of her feet was tilted unnaturally, the bones of her feet looked abnormal, and the wounds that had been drawn on her body were constantly oozing blood.

"Maki!" Hitomi Mishima's voice was full of tears, "I'm not angry with you anymore, so cheer up—"

Maki coughed weakly.

Maki: "Sisi, I'm not going to die here, am I?"

System: [It's really hard to say if the blood keeps flowing, but the host can rest assured, we still have two chances after dying once——]

Maki: "Bah."

She opened one eye, turned her head, and said to Hitomi Mishima, "Mishima, are we friends?"

Hitomi Mishima: "When are you still asking this, and what kind of stupid things are you asking - what else can we be if we are not friends?"

"Sorry," Maki said softly, "Then, can I call you Hitomi?"

Hitomi Mishima nodded vigorously.

Maki frowned slightly invisibly.

Seeing that the problems between the children had been resolved, Chuya knelt down, nodded to Hitomi Mishima, and then hugged Maki horizontally.

"That enemy has passed out," he said calmly, "The professional hero has come over, I'll take Maki to the hospital first."

He got on the motorcycle that had come down from the sky at some point, held Maki in his arms, and started the motorcycle.

......

When the professional heroes rushed into the alley, they were surprised to find that everything had been settled.

They questioned the three children present, and they agreed that it was a black man with orange hair—probably the parent of a child who was still here just now—that saved them.

Now the man has taken the injured child to the hospital.

"But the nearest hospital is not in that direction?" The professional hero Milin Kamui said with a frown, "And a man with orange hair in black..."

He always felt that he had heard this description somewhere.

It's a pity that he has only been a professional hero for a few years, and he doesn't know much information. Right now, it seems that he can only report this information to his superiors first.

......

"I said before that it was not a good choice to put that child in the care of Port Mafia."

Yosano Akiko, the doctor of the Armed Detective Agency, said angrily.

When Maki was sent over just now, she was startled by that tragic appearance.The palm of the hand was scratched by some sharp weapon with a deep bone wound, the foot bone of one foot was shattered, and there were various other injuries on the body. Due to the long-term blood loss, the complexion was so bad that it seemed that it would be dragged away in a second. crematorium.

You don't need to do anything with Yosano Akiko to activate her supernatural power directly.

Yosano Akiko's supernatural ability: Please don't die, is the ability to restore seriously injured people to their full state.And she can use the supernatural ability directly, which shows that Maki is really seriously injured.

The person she vented her anger on was mainly Dazai Osamu, after all, the latter made this decision alone.

Osamu Dazai shrugged and said, "Miss Yosano doesn't know yet, that child is actually a matter of individuality."

Yoshino Akiko was stunned: "What did you say?"

Osamu Dazai: "Chuya told me before. By the way, he hasn't reported it to Mr. Mori yet."

He shook his slender legs and smiled: "So I say, that's the best choice."

No one knows Mori Ogai better than him.

That man's heart is harder than a diamond, and if Dazai Maki is completely on Butei's side, then, when the brief peace between Butei and Port Mafia comes to an end.

Mori Ogai will never allow another personality who is hostile to him and has a sensitive identity in this world.

"Besides," he whispered to himself, "no one can be more soft-hearted than Chuya."

......

Central Plains is also a little distressed.

He felt that he didn't care too much about the little girl who lived in his house. If he didn't happen to pass by today while doing a task, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He thought about it, Maki had been at his house for several months, but their communication was almost only two greetings in the morning and evening.

It can't go on like this.

He thought for a while, found a subordinate with a wife and son from the address book, and sent a text message: 【How do you usually take care of your children? 】

The subordinate was finishing dinner with his wife and children, when he received a text message from the cadre, he almost fell off his chair.

He held the phone like a hot potato.what happened?Why did Mr. Chuya ask this? Does he have a child?

--wrong.

The subordinate suddenly remembered the rumors inside the port Mafia. It seemed that the younger sister of a certain former cadre was being taken by Mr. Chuya. Maybe this was the matter he was asking.

He recalled the gossip he had heard before. It was said that it was a girl of the age of a primary school student—that was just right, about the same age as his son and daughter.

The subordinates wrote seven or eight articles eloquently, and the cadres over there scanned it and felt dizzy.

Picking up and dropping off the children every day - he has to go on a mission, so he can't kill someone on the way to pick up Zhenji.

Cook the food she likes for the child-Although Mr. Nakahara Nakaya is not a kitchen killer, his cooking skills are limited to frying an egg and mixing it with a salad.

Warm a cup of honey milk for the child before going to bed, and then tell her a story——

Chuya's eyes stopped on this line for a moment.Maki's child was born in an orphanage, so I'm afraid he hasn't heard many bedtime stories.

Not bad.

It's just that he doesn't usually have the habit of reading books, only a few tomes as decorations-but the bedside stories probably don't have many restrictions.

......

Maki was already getting ready for bed.

She was really exhausted today. Although Yosano Akiko healed her injury, the pain from that time seemed to still be in her bones.

She fluffed the pillow and was about to fall onto the bed.

System: [Did the host forget something? 】

Maki: "?"

System: [Today is the last day of the main task [-] - to be precise, the deadline is still three hours away! 】

System: [The current experience value of the host is: LV.1 (488/500) - please upgrade the host as soon as possible to complete the main task. 】

Maki: "Small matter, I remember I had 10 yuan left in my bag..."

She reached for it.

...the package is missing.

Maki sat up suddenly - she just remembered that she passed out just now and didn't bother to take her bag.

Maki: "..."

System: [Host? 】

Maki: "My mind is a little messed up, let me think about it—"

Before she could figure out what to do, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Although there is a major issue of life and death at the moment, Mr. Chuya cannot be left outside.She got up, put on a knitted sweater, and went to open the door.

The orange-haired man stood at the door with a glass of milk in his left hand and a tome in his right.

Maki blinked and read the words on the tome.

- "The Weakness of Human Nature".

The author has something to say: Let the gentlemen appreciate my xxj painting for an hour, on the cover, you are not allowed to laugh after ten o'clock!Did you hear me?

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