Yokohama city god is very violent

In the middle, he also went home and saw the pot at the door that could reach the roof. He was confused for a moment, as if he understood something and who the culprit was.

Chuya was tied to the leg of the table, and because he hadn't eaten at noon, he was listless, and his well-maintained shiny fur became dull, with his head drooping, and he didn't even notice Chuya's approach.

Zhong also suddenly felt that this brat, A Bin, really needed to be beaten.

He scanned the surroundings and found a feather duster used by a low-level staff when cleaning. Cleaning... Hit A Bin, it's easy to say.

When Ah Bin came back after eating, drinking, and playing, what he saw was a pile of broken copper and iron at the door, and Chuya, who was in a hurry to eat because he was hungry for a long time, even disregarded his usual elegant posture, squatted in front of Chuya and smiled. Said: "Why don't you pretend to be elegant?"

After the words fell, a sinister feeling swept over A Bin's body, Chuya raised his head, and looked at A Bin with pity.

Abin:?

After he turned his head, he realized that Zhongya was holding a feather duster, and he weighed the bamboo pole part of the feather duster in his palm. A pair of cobalt blue eyes looked at A Bin.

It's like when you are absent in class, the class teacher is staring at you from the back window, you notice something, and when you glance back, you feel like you are falling into an ice cave, feeling that you are staring at death.

Ah Bin didn't feel that serious right now, he just felt that Chuya was a little... angry?

——The child still doesn't feel the seriousness of his gaffe.

A Bin stood up and asked, "Zhongye, what is the pile of iron in front of the door?"

Zhong also showed a wanton and dangerous smile: "You don't know?"

He gradually had bad thoughts, and cautiously guessed: "This can't be the pile of pots I bought?"

Good boy, I confessed myself.

Zhong also nodded: "Yes." He asked patiently, "Why did you buy a bunch of cooking pots? We don't cook, and there are cooking pots in the kitchen. You bought a whole room of cooking pots to clean up a bunch of cooking pots. Is there a pot in every room?"

A Bin said proudly: "I snatched the pot from that...that foreigner, among other things, I am full of superiority. As for these pots, do you want us to sell them again? I just bought one If you buy it for free, you will definitely earn a lot of money if you sell it again.”

A thread called sanity was crumbling and was about to break, but Chuuya still tried his best to calm himself down, not to mention this matter, and said duck.

A Bin said: "A duck? I didn't come back until noon, so I was afraid that he would mess up the house, so I tied it up. Anyway, I will feed it when I come back at noon."

"Then did you come back to feed at noon?"

"...No, I forgot."

"Forget?" Zhongya said in a high voice, and then his voice dropped suddenly, "I will never forget to teach you a lesson."

"?"

Before Ah Bin could react, Chuya's stick swung down with a strong wind, hitting the exposed skin.

A Bin didn't react at first, he was hit abruptly, a red mark appeared on his immature arm, what A Bin felt in an instant was not pain, but a trance.

How dare someone beat him?Even the Great Lord dare not do this.

"You dare to hit me?" A Bin questioned.

Zhong also laughed angrily: "I not only dare to hit you, I dare to hit you!"

It's indescribable, the scene where Ah Bin was very embarrassed passed like this...

At night, Ah Bin was lying on the bed, pressing his mobile phone viciously, typing and chatting with Edogawa Ranbu: "He dared to hit me! He dared to hit me!"

"It's normal." After a long while, Edogawa Ranbu said something calm and calm.

A Bin felt heartbroken, and typed a lot of words with crackling waves: "I am so cute, so handsome, so powerful, and he dared to hit me, so I am not afraid that I will run away from home and never come back. Heh heh heh, he will regret it then."

Edogawa Ranpo: "Hat-kun will be happy when you leave."

"..."

Edogawa Ranpo was afraid that the stimulation would not be enough: "He should really want to drive you away now."

"..." A Bin clutched his chest, his blue veins twitched happily, and his short, fleshy fingers quickly typed on the phone: "No way, he... He actually likes me very much!"

"Your delusion, God-kun." Edogawa Ranpo said.

"If you don't believe me, try it once."

At this night, Fukuzawa Yukichi changed into his pajamas and went to the room where he ran, and said, "Turn off your phone, it's time for bed."

"Okay." Edogawa yawned lazily and turned off his phone.

"What's the matter?" Fukuzawa Yukichi noticed that Ranpo's expression was a little more cheerful, although it was less obvious when he was praised than when he was eating snacks.

"This." Edogawa licked the corners of his lips in disorder, "It seems to have done something fun."

"Really?" Fukuzawa Yukichi was not curious either. Seeing Edogawa lying on the bed obediently, he put his phone in the outer room with satisfaction, and went back to his room to sleep.

Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed again if he didn't know if he was conniving when he slept with the light on.

The author has something to say:

Abin: You don't love me anymore!

Jiu Ye: I'm not used to you.

Ranpo: He doesn't love you

A Bin: I ran away from home!

Chiu Ye, Ranpo: Let's go.