Gentlemen, I like chaos

Wakako knew she was dreaming.

She saw her seven-year-old self escape from the lab, when she was still very young, and was taken home by a man with a kind face.The man made her a sumptuous dinner, and when she was full, he showed his true face. He rushed towards her with a grinning grin, but hit the sharp knife edge, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Then there is the wanted person from the execution department. She hides in different places every day, puts on a disguise, and plays with her pursuers like hide-and-seek.She played like a duck to water, and gradually got the code name of "makeup artist". One night, she met a little boy.

The boy was about her age, delicate and lovely, with a pale complexion, like a doll in a window.

At that time, he was shy and silent, his voice was very low, and he seldom responded to her conversations.Probably out of sympathy for the fellow homeless, she felt compassion and brought the little boy back to her secret base.

In the days after that, she pampered him like a doll.During the day, she put him in the house and went out to look for food. At night, she lay on a temporary cot built by the base and slept with him in her arms.

At that time, she thought from the bottom of her heart that this kind of life was what she wanted, free and stable, with beloved companions and family members, and full of hope for the future.

But this kind of life didn't last long. A month later, the little boy killed her.

……

Wakako saw the boy's expression in his dream, like a child who got candy, stunned and dazed, revealing incredible surprise.

"あか (red)..."

"Aka, aka..."

She fell into a pool of blood, clutching his hand tightly, as if she wanted to make sure of something, but the last thing she saw was the boy's bright smile.

'madman……'

She opened her mouth and spoke silently.

Then he closed his eyes and fell into a long sleep.

……

……

"Miss Wakako, are you awake?!"

The moment Wakako opened his eyes, his consciousness was still in a trance.The blurred vision slowly focused, and she finally saw what was in front of her eyes clearly - it was a familiar face, with pleasant eyes, but a bit haggard.

"you……"

When she opened her mouth, she realized that her throat was frighteningly dry, and the sound she made was like the sound of rough iron scraping against each other.Junpei hastily handed over the warm water at hand, and at the same time picked up a towel and applied it to her forehead.

"Cough...cough cough...thank you..."

She sat up slowly, feeling that the internal organs of her body were torn apart, and the aura was slowly flowing through her meridians, and any movement of her internal organs felt like being torn apart.

Gradually regaining consciousness, she blinked vigorously, erasing the unpleasant scene in her dream from her mind, and stretched out her hand to grab Junpei's sleeve.

"Don't go out yet...cough, tell me what time it is..."

"Three days have passed." Junping sat down: "During this time, I have collected some information according to Ms. Wakako's orders. According to the information from the informant, Gojo Satoru is not dead, and has returned to the high school. Riko Tenuchi If so, he is now seriously injured and is being raised in the ICU ward of the hospital, the specific situation is unknown."

"Didn't fuse with Tianyuan?" He Gezi was taken aback for a moment.

"Probably not." Shunping paused: "But it is said that her brain has been severely damaged, and there is a high chance of becoming a vegetable."

"Don't worry about this."

He Gezi sighed, it is good to save her life, as long as she is not dead, she can always be rescued... From this point of view, has the fate line changed?

The corners of her mouth were bent, and the sea of ​​consciousness was peaceful, and there was no more chattering voice, which made her feel better visibly.

"That's right." She coughed lightly, signaling Junping to continue, but saw the young man in front of him frowning slightly, with a worried expression on his face: "Miss Wakako, your body..."

"It's okay...cough, it's just weak for a while, and it will recover after a while."

He Gezi was also a little scared: "This time I have to thank Junpei, if you hadn't pulled my soul back in time, this time it would really be a disaster."

"Don't say that." Junpei interrupted her suddenly: "Miss Wakako is really...too capricious."

His expression was a little depressed: "When I arrived at the scene, Ms. Wakako's body was already torn apart, and even her spirit body was about to dissipate. If it wasn't because of my special constitution, I could temporarily preserve the spirit body...you really..."

"I really don't know what you are thinking." Yoshino Junpei lowered his head.

"Miss Hegeko trusts me, I'm really happy... But, sometimes I always feel... Miss Hegeko doesn't take her own life seriously at all, what are you thinking, why can't you discuss it with me, I know that I am not qualified to make such a request with you, but... I will also worry about you..."

There was a hint of hoarseness in the ending of the young man, he hung his head, and refused to raise his head no matter what, He Gezi looked at the scene in front of him, and his face suddenly became a little strange.

She was surprised to find that Yoshino Junpei really cared about her.

Has she done anything before?Hegezi thought about it for a while, and found that he was not very kind to him. Except for saving his life on a whim, other times he ordered him to do all kinds of things as he wanted, and he was in a bad mood. Sometimes they don't even talk to each other.

Under such circumstances, Yoshino Junpei would still have feelings for her—of course she does not mean love, this is really...

Wakako suddenly felt a little guilty for a long time. Although she didn't feel that she had to hand over the plan to anyone, but, sure enough... it feels good to be cared about.

She raised her hand and touched the boy's head, endured the faint tingling pain from her chest, and said helplessly, "Sorry, I made Junping worry."

"..."

The boy's body froze all of a sudden: "No, it's not... I offended you, sorry, Miss Wakako, I'm not..."

He apologized incoherently, waving his hands, as if he didn't know where to put them, and finally bent down as if resigned to his fate, and bowed heavily to Wakako.

"Anyway, Xi, I hope Ms. Kazuko will pay more attention to her body in the future... Well, if there is nothing else, I will not bother you, and Ms. Kazuko will have a good rest."

He turned abruptly and rushed out of the bedroom door.

"Sure enough, he's still a child." Wakako said with a smile.

……

Her body was still feeling unwell, so Wakako sighed, took out a new phone from under the pillow, opened the cover, and found that Junpei had found her phone number back very thoughtfully.

Flipping through the messages on the phone, He Gezi flicked down with her fingers boredly, until she found a certain name, and then stopped abruptly.

Vol Heshel...

The other party, have you called her four missed calls...?

*

"How did you get yourself like this?"

Fu Heisher crossed his arms and frowned so much that a fly could be crushed to death.

His complexion was very bad, and Gezi looked at his young stubble, and suddenly asked a question:

"Are you caring about me?"

……

No, do you really care about him?

Originally, she was just joking casually as usual, but after seeing the man's feedback, He Gezi was a little unsure, right? Could it be that this guy... still has a conscience?

"Stop talking nonsense." Fu Heisher bent down, grabbed her hand, and pulled a broken rib, and He Gezi couldn't help taking a breath: "Hiss—be careful."

"..."

Fu Heisher froze for a moment, then relaxed his movements, and put his hand on her pulse.

"Are you helping me feel the pulse?" Wakako was a little surprised: "Not bad, you have already read this chapter in the Tang Guo book I gave you last time."

"Don't talk." Fu Heisher gave her a blank look, and his hands kept moving, feeling the weak to almost cut off spiritual power at the pulse, his expression became more and more unkind.

"Are you going to kill Gojo Wu?"

His brows were slightly raised, and his expression was sarcastic and mean: "Then he didn't succeed, and instead lost half his life?"

Actually it worked.

He Gezi shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: No one noticed such a big movement, and there is no other explanation except that the law automatically repaired this anomaly.Then he raised his head and stared straight into Fuheshier's eyes.

"Yeah, I went to Half Life and almost died."

Her eyes were focused and hazy, and her eyes seemed to have hooks, like a bright moon in early autumn.

Under her eyes, Fu Heisher's expression gradually became a little unnatural, he pursed his lips, and he didn't know what he thought of, but unexpectedly put his hand on He Gezi's head.

"What are you doing?" Wakako's eyes widened.

"... Feel if your hair is oily after you haven't showered for a few days."

Fu Heisher rubbed her hair, and was not surprised to find that the touch of his hand was still very good. I don't know if it was born like this, or the other party had already taken a bath before he came over...

I took a shower...

His eyes wandered uncontrollably to Wakako's collarbone, where the white and flawless, thin bones were very delicate.Below that, the silk pajamas buttoned up to the second button and...

Wait, what is he thinking?

Fu Heisher quickly came back to his senses, turned his face away, but heard the woman snort softly, and said with great contempt: "As a god, there are many ways to keep yourself clean, even if I lie here in a coma for half a month, it's not too late. There won't be any problem."

"God?"

Fu Heisher suddenly grasped the point: "Didn't you say you are a fox?"

Ah, I only told him that I was a fox fairy before, and I didn't mention anything related to gods...

He Gezi was stunned for a moment, his thoughts changed, but he thought that he was free now, and what he wanted to say depended on her mood.

Moreover, Fu Heisher's words can still be trusted somewhat...

So she pursed her lips and said calmly: "It's literally, I am a god."

"..."

"What are you laughing at? I'm really a god."

"……nothing."

Fuheshier shook his head, and got rid of the fox holding his paw and shouting that I am Kamisa in his mind, then bent down and looked at her closer.

"Well...the words of the gods." His breath hit her face.

"It doesn't seem to be any different."

Fuheshier said calmly.

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The author has something to say:

Here, it is assumed that the murderer was in an unawakened state before the first murder: introverted, colorblind, not talkative, etc. are all private, because he was completely excited when he saw blood (?)