Cecilia sat silently on the steps, looking at the passers-by in front of her with a vicissitudes of life. She had an adjective starting with F, and she didn't know whether to say it properly.

If she could see Lize again, she would definitely say to Lize calmly, "Silly Baitian, what are you fucking doing?"

But the reality is that she still came to the next world, and she still hasn't seen the person she needs to love in this world, she can only see a mess of colors, but no blue.

She sat on the steps, staring blankly ahead, motionless.

Until a note was thrown in front of her.

She looked up and said coldly, "I'll give you three seconds to pick up your money."

However, when she saw clearly the intent in the man's eyes and the wretchedness on his face, she grabbed the man's neck, slowly tightened her fingers, and lifted him up.

The man was hanging in the air, his legs were twitching non-stop, his hands were grabbing hers, trying to struggle away, his face was flushed because he couldn't breathe.

Cecilia threw the man aside, walked over like a hell Shura, stepped on his bird, and crushed it hard, and heard a tragic cry as expected.

"If you dare to do this kind of thing to a woman again." She sneered, "I will use a blunt knife to grind your feet bit by bit."

The man's face was contorted in pain, and he just nodded like crazy, unable to speak.

When she turned her head, a uniformed police officer looked at her.

Cecilia: ...

scotland yard.

As soon as she entered, someone approached her, and she squinted at the criminal who was close at hand, "If I were you, I wouldn't do this."

These words aroused the criminal's anger, but just as he stretched out his hand, Cecilia grabbed his wrist, and then there was the sound of bones breaking. The man grunted and stepped back while clutching his wrist.

The criminals who wanted to approach all stopped in silence.

This woman is a bit fierce.

Some kind of intuition forced Qian Xiya to look around, and she saw pure blue, the person she should love in this world.

The man was surrounded by a group of criminals, the leader of whom said, "If you don't bail out by breakfast time..."

Before he could speak, that person felt a force on his shoulder, and then he found that the world had turned around.

A neat shoulder throw.

Cecilia came to the black curly-haired man with a smile on her lips, "I am willing to be driven."

The man has a pale complexion, a slightly elongated face, and a pair of sharp and focused eyes. The pupil colors include gray, green, and blue, which are unpredictable, cold, and alienated.

He has a thin body, but it is not difficult to see the strong muscle lines on his arms.

When he is silent and silent, it makes people feel unapproachable.

He is like a genius in a certain field, mysterious and wise, but a little sick.

The curly-haired man's gaze was like some kind of machine ray scanning her from beginning to end, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

This woman is eccentric.

Basic deduction seems to fail in her.

All the criteria present a paradoxical conclusion.

However, if all the impossibilities are eliminated, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth.

She is not of this world.

She has plans for him.

And he wanted to figure out the doubts about her.

Cecilia looked at the smile on his face, and she felt that she saw the hypocrisy.

"Very well," he said, "I need an assistant."

It seemed that he was more interested in her than she was in him.

Cecilia, who realized this, nodded, "My pleasure."

After a while, a policeman came to bail him out, and of course, she was also with him.

When the sheriff first learned that she was his assistant, the expression on his face was very subtle, but soon he looked at her with an 'I understand' expression, and then talked about a case with the curly-haired man.

Homicide cases, criminal investigation, reasoning, no matter what they are, they are not areas she is good at, so she didn't listen carefully. All she could think about was how to contact Li Ze or Guier. She had to know what happened now. what happened.

Lise said that she should return to her own universe after the last world ended, but why did she still come to the next parallel world.

She doesn't doubt Lise's ability to handle things very much, so there is someone behind her who is stopping her?

Knowing that she travels through various parallel worlds and possesses powerful divine power, so powerful that it can suppress her divine power, she thinks that she only knows one such god—Lucifer.

If it was him, she could only ask Liz for help, her divine power was far behind Lucifer.

"Cecia, help me move that table."

She didn't ask him how he knew his name, but she looked at the man squatting on the ground looking at the corpse, and then at the table made of metal.

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

Just by looking at that table, it would take at least two strong men to lift it up.

"I'm busy." He inspected the corpse intently, and then said, "That table weighs only 800 kilograms, which is obviously within your capabilities."

only?

Cecia moved the table aside.

She felt that this human being's perception of certain adverbs was somewhat biased.

Looking at the dark and blue corpse, Cecilia sat on the metal table like an audience in a theater.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Chessia, a straight guy who only fights and threatens others in his life: ...I saw two humans.

But if she said so, she might lose her job.

But she didn't quite understand which aspect he was referring to, about the corpse, or the case, or him?

After carefully considering her words, she said hesitantly, "Corpse?"

"I thought your IQ could distinguish such a simple question." He straightened up and looked at her, "Obviously I was wrong."

"..." If he wasn't blue, she would really knock his teeth out.

Chessia walked into the corpse. Fortunately, she was not unfamiliar with the corpse. She observed it for a while, "I died for about two days, and died of suffocation."

The curly-haired man looked at her, and raised the medical knowledge column of her attribute from zero to the most basic level in his thinking palace.

"Where do you live?"

The scope of the problem was too large, and Cecilia felt that she was powerless in the face of this man, "I have no place to live."

The expected answer.

"Very well, from now on, you are my roommate."

"..."

This man is so passionate...

Cecilia came to a wrong conclusion that later made her want to poke her own eyes out.

The author has something to say: I’m really... not satisfied with Nini’s episode after writing three articles, and I may add it later, because there is no inspiration for writing Nini’s episode, so I watched Nini’s personal video, and then One of them is from US Team 3. Many people frantically posted barrages saying they hate US Team because they only watched US Team 3 but not 12. Another person, she said, I watched US Team 123 Iron Man 123 Women’s Federation 123 and so on , I think Captain America is selfish and Nini is arrogant.The barrage area was full of noise, and I also watched almost all Marvel movies, except for the Hulk.In US Team 3, I never thought who was right and who was wrong, just different positions. He didn’t favor the Winter Soldier. What he said was to let the Winter Soldier accept the judgment, instead of letting Nini decide the Winter Soldier alone. Is there any guilt? Actually, Nini is not completely angry because her parents were killed by the Winter Soldier. There is also the emotion of being deceived. Many people feel sorry for the last scene where Nini is alone. What I feel distressed about is why they saved They killed so many people, but people blame them for not saving all of them, and the war in Avengers 1, they saved the world, but the world blames them for destroying those buildings.

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