Abnormality

After leaving the organization, Purcens had several times more free time, and he devoted all his attention to 337, teaching 337 how to use its spiritual ability.

Pu Censi didn't know how capable 337 was, so he could only experiment step by step and come up with the results.

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337's ability is amazing. It can control the mind of living objects, but every time the ability is used up, the state will be much worse.

337, who just looked at the red eyes of the little white rabbit for more than half an hour, spread out on the ground, not going to continue.

It bounced and ran to Pu Censi on the sofa to act like a baby, "Director, Simu can skip training today, because Simu has improved by another second."

Purcens glanced up at the wall clock on the wall, lowered his eyes and continued to read the newspaper in his hand, "It's only an hour, continue."

Purcens said so, but 337 jumped towards him, and he still stretched out his arms, taking 337 into his arms.

337's shape at this moment is still oval, soft, and dark. Except for its own color, which is not very good-looking, other aspects are already cute.

"But Simu is so sleepy, Simu wants to go to sleep."

Pu Cens put down the book and frowned, "You have slept twelve hours since last night, why are you still sleepy?"

The fingertip touched 337, and 337 obediently rubbed Pu Cens' finger twice.

In fact, none of them has really understood creatures like 337 until now. Puchensi worried that 337's abnormal lethargy might be due to some aspects of evolution or illness.

337 is black but not autumnal, just likes the little white rabbit, Pu Censte bought one for it, and let it do mental training.

Its ability was as Purcens expected.

Can exercise mind control on any creature, but the time cannot be too long, after all, 337 is not omnipotent.

337 went back to the bedroom to sleep, and Pu Cens went out for a while to discuss terms with Police Officer Hong, and Pu Cens came back in the evening.

The QW organization planned to severely punish Pucensi for his defection, and even released the news to the outside world.

The police frantically tried to protect Purcens, but Purcens himself refused.

The QW organization has been able to stand for so many years and has not been seized. One is because there is no evidence, and the other is because there are people protecting the organization.

The technology in the slums is not well developed, and finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack, and it is impossible to be discovered so quickly.

Purcens spent most of the day talking with those policemen in the police station, reminiscing about the past.

On the whole, Purcens was not a good man.

He was the first to join the organization and sign the contract, all voluntarily.

No one forced him, and at that time he didn't know the police at all.

It was the group of policemen who followed the clues to find Pu Cens, who was invited into the QW organization at a young age.

An underground organization like this will be shut down sooner or later. They put the opportunity in front of Puchensi and let him choose.

As for Purcens, of course he chose the side that was in his favor.

The old man was drawn by the shadow of the setting sun. When he arrived at the door of the house, he took out the key and opened the door.

He was not used to the black figure not running towards him.

He had to admit that no matter what the current 337 looked like, he could accept it.

On the way back, Pu Censi bought 337 the cream cake that he had recently become obsessed with, because he was afraid that 337 would eat too much and cause adverse reactions, so he often only bought a small piece back.

To prevent the little thing 337 from eating it.

Letting 337 sleep all the time is not an option either.

Pu Cens put the cream cake in the refrigerator, pushed open the bedroom door, intending to wake up 337 and ask about its physical condition.

The dusk from the sky penetrated through the glass, scattered on the floor and the corners of the bed, like a thin layer of golden gauze.

On the light-colored quilt, curled up a young man in white.

Pu Censi subconsciously stopped, and focused his eyes on the boy's face.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are soft, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised, as if he is dreaming a sweet dream.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the boy's ankles, making the curved arc of that slender ankle especially beautiful.

Probably because of the heat, the boy's face was slightly blush.

The shirt on his body perfectly fit the ups and downs of the waistline, because he was sleeping on his side, the neckline of the boy's collar was tilted to the left.

The boy was sticking to half of the pillow's cheek, wearing a white blindfold.