The vest cannot be collapsed

The Authority might really be adding all the points to the money in this little piece of trash.

The area he lives in looks like a wealthy area. There are no living people on the streets at night except for bright street lights. There are duplex villas on both sides of the road, and the small gardens outside some villas are surrounded by star lights. A little orange-colored starlight was added to the dark night.

It's a pity that this piece of peace and tranquility seemed to be ruined by that supernatural being who just turned into a tiger shape.

When Jushan Qingshu chased after him, he took a look around. He chased the white tiger and ran through three or four streets, and all the gardens he saw were turned over in a terrible way.

It wasn't just his family who suffered together, and it wasn't just his garden that turned into a construction site excavation site.

Haruki Shan, a wicked person, suddenly regained his mental balance.

Human nature is very complicated. If he is the only one who is unlucky, then he will be very angry, which is why he insisted on coming out and chasing this supernatural person.But if everyone is unlucky, then Jushan Haruki will feel that his mentality is balanced all of a sudden.

But what's wrong with a supernatural being digging other people's gardens in the middle of the night? Even if he becomes a white tiger, he can't just let his instincts fly, right?

As a good young man in the new century, Jushan Haruki feels that this problem cannot be ignored. Today he can turn into a tiger to search his own garden, and tomorrow he can turn into a tiger to go to the downtown area. In the end, one day he will slide into the abyss of law. .

He was thinking wildly here while chasing the tiger in front of him very closely. There is no way, there is a distance limit for the copying of abilities. A tiger in its prime.

When he turns back into a human form, he is just a piece of fragile tofu.

After copying other people's abilities, the fragile little waste of tofu regained his happiness as the God of War of the Administration after a long absence.It doesn't matter that the logistics team and the General Administration target him every day, the methods are all people's ideas, and his purpose of doing things is to do as long as he can't die.

The white tiger in front didn't seem to be very familiar with the terrain here. After running around for two blocks, he suddenly turned around and ran in another direction.

After turning into a tiger, his five senses were exceptionally sharp, just as Haruki Juyama followed him and turned around, he heard someone talking in the distance.

Is there anyone on the street after this point?Could it be that he came to meet the white tiger?

The white tiger running in front also heard someone's voice, and before Jushan Haruki finished thinking, he saw the white tiger in front of him shaking his ears uneasily, and quickly changed direction and ran towards a narrow path.

Not here to meet him.

He is also avoiding people.

It's a pity that as a large animal, he obviously can't control his movements.

There was a low sound from the white tiger's throat, which spread far away in the silent night.

The two people who spoke obviously heard the movement not far away in the middle of the night, and they were walking towards this side.

【Why is he running there! ] Haruki Yoshiyama, who was still leisurely chasing after him, was taken aback.

[He didn't step on the spot before he came to let himself go?How could a tiger enter that alley...]

The alley chosen by the white tiger who was running ahead was obviously not a place for a tiger of adult size to enter. It was obvious that he thought of himself as a human body in a panic.

They are all supernatural beings, can they have a clear understanding of their weight and tonnage, and if they are found, they will panic and run into the alleys that cannot fit their supernatural forms? These are all low-level mistakes. Wouldn't it make a louder sound inside.

Seeing that the tiger in front was getting closer and closer to the dark alley, Jushan Haruki quickly ran up and held him down with his paw.

If he is really stuck in it, he can't save him.

Who would have thought that it doesn't matter if you don't press it, just now Haruki Jushan pressed the panic-stricken white tiger, the feeling under the soft pad suddenly changed.

The white tiger in front of him, who looked like an adult, suddenly turned into a ragged white-haired juvenile lying unconscious on the ground.

Haruki Juyama: "!"

In the middle of the night, the streets of the wealthy district are empty, under the bright street lights, two shadows elongated by the street lights pass by the edge of the empty white wall.

At 03:30 in the morning, even the busiest part of the city should slowly be quiet, but unfortunately, they are still working at this point.

The man walking in front sighed wearily.

Recently, for some unknown reason, there were rumors of a white tiger fleeing in the urban area of ​​Yokohama. At first, the superiors thought it was some kind of messy rumor, but they didn't pay attention to it until they received a few reports from witnesses.

The result of the boss's attention is that their soldiers will suffer. They have been patrolling all night since a few days ago. They say they are patrolling, but in fact, they are not guaranteeing the rights of the rich. In places like Laser Street, not only the boss does not send them, but they themselves are too lazy. go.

Fortunately, he was lucky. He and his colleagues were assigned to the outskirts of the rich residential area. The tasks were light and no one cared about them. The two of them found a brighter place to smoke and chat, and the night passed like that.

It's more than three o'clock in the morning, and it's time to change shifts after patrolling here for about half an hour.

The colleague who was following him was dazed, burned by the burning butt of a cigarette in his hand, and immediately uttered a series of ugly curses.

Without turning his head back, the man let out a good-natured sneer: "Sleepy again?"

Three or four o'clock in the morning is the easiest time to get sleepy. People who are used to night shifts like to smoke a cigarette to refresh themselves. Obviously, the colleagues behind me just now are too sleepy. After taking a puff, they fell into a coma He was so drowsy that the smoke burned to his tail and he still hadn't woken up.

The colleague threw away the butt of the cigarette and muttered a few times indistinctly, which was a tacit agreement with his words.

This work is really tiring.

The man laughed in understanding, and was about to say something when he heard the deep roar of a big cat not far away.

It was hard to tell how far away the sound was, and in the silence of the night the sound seemed particularly loud no matter how far away it was.

The man's eyes froze, he clenched the baton in his hand and chased after him.

Nothing.

A deserted street.

"What's the matter?" The colleague who followed behind him stretched, walked over lazily, and kicked a stone beside his feet leisurely.

He kicked the stone to the wall next to it, made a crisp crashing sound, stumbled and rolled into the alley next to it.

This is an alley used for drainage and air-conditioning external units. Behind the alley, the aging air-conditioning external units are dripping water drop by drop, and there are shallow puddles on the ground.

"I seemed to hear something just now." The man turned around vigilantly, but he didn't see the so-called "white tiger" around him.

"You also said I was sleepy," the colleague laughed unceremoniously, "Aren't you sleepy too?"

"No," the man said with a serious face, "I really heard it."

"Just after you were burned by the smoke," he frowned and turned around again, "I definitely heard the low growl of some large animal."

"The low roar of a large animal?" The colleague continued lazily, "You must have heard it wrong."

"Outside this rich area is the only route that those rich kids often go racing, don't let someone be racing," he raised his hand and yawned, "Although it is said that those people should be asleep after three o'clock, but said Maybe someone wants to take advantage of this time to run a few more laps."

Men seem to be persuaded by this statement.

"That's right." He moved his sore shoulders, "Maybe I heard the sound of the engine as the roar of a tiger."

"It's half an hour before I get off work. It's almost over." The two colleagues put his shoulders on his shoulders, "Let's go, let's go, the lights are bright and there are many mosquitoes here, let's go over there."

The man rubbed his temples strangely, and left here with his colleagues.

After the two walked away, two people suddenly jumped down from the alley where the air conditioner was still dripping.

Two ragged men.

If you want to describe their state accurately, it is one person hugging another person.

[I was wondering,] Jushan Haruki bothered to hold the white tiger boy and jumped off the shelf outside the air conditioner, [Are all the Yokohama supernatural beings younger now? 】

Why are they all underage?

Why is this supernatural being who is already an adult tiger under the size of a white tiger still a minor?

Looks like he's still an underage kid.

[I've accepted this shell,] He shook the arm that was on the verge of being useless after hugging the white tiger boy, [Just a few minutes, I even suspected that my arm was going to be dislocated. 】

【I don't think I can leave him here alone," Jushan Haruki hypocritically said to the system, 【This is so immoral, I'd better take him back. 】

He actually has morals.

【Yes, it's not like you saw the tiger and wanted to lick the tiger. 】The system calmly said.

Don't think that he can't see what Haruki Jushan is thinking, this serious fluffy fanatic who sees furry.

After harming pandas in the last world, he continues to harm tigers in this world. He is really ordinary and fluffy, and he is a country one.

Sentence, these days are really getting more and more judgmental.

The system looked at Haruki Yoshiyama's sore and swollen arm with distaste, and strangely aligned with the brainwaves of the headquarters.

Since Yoshiyama Haruki is a troublemaker who is going to die everywhere, it would be better to make him a weak chicken.

It has to be said that the thinking of the General Administration is correct and the idea is feasible, but the implementation may have encountered some setbacks.If the people who chose buffs for him were the engineering testers who built the bar, then Jushan Haruki was obviously the customer who ordered a plate of fried rice and blew up the bar.

According to their ideal state, in the current situation, the body of the little waste of tofu can't support him to pick up the unknown creatures that randomly appear outside. stir up trouble.

But it is clear that Haruki Jushan will not admit defeat.

Knowing how to use tools is the basis for human evolution.

He collected materials locally, happily found a cart and pushed the comatose white tiger boy back home.

As for where the pushcart came from... The system watched as Jushan Haruki randomly chose a lucky family, and then became a villain in the already chaotic garden, knocking over a bunch of white tigers without knocking over Just like that, he pushed someone else's gardening cart to pick up this comatose white-haired minor back home.

Then he took three weak steps and one rest, dragged the minor up to the second floor and threw him on the sofa in the room.

Then he didn't even bother to change the tattered pajamas that had turned into a tiger, so he plunged into the quilt.

A night without dreams.

Atsushi Nakajima woke up hungry the next day.

He is already used to this hunger that follows him everywhere. When he transforms into a tiger, he will eat something uncontrollably, but it is conceivable what a tiger without thinking can eat, most of which are not what humans would eat. thing.

So he usually wakes up in the morning on the cold ground and burning hunger.

Wait, the cold ground...?

Atsushi Nakajima felt it in disbelief, he didn't seem to be on the cold ground...

He opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught the eye was a dream-like scene.

He was lying on a pure white suede couch, and the edges of the sofa seemed to be scratched by his dirty clothes and skin, giving off a harsh off-white color.

Surrounding the room were decorations he had never seen before, and everything radiated an expensive light in the morning sun.

In the middle of the room is a pure white bed.

A big bed that looks soft and comfortable.

A silhouette of a human was recessed beside the bed, Nakajima boldly looked at it, and lying beside the bed was a person with the same white hair as him.

He looked like a perfect fit for the room, fragile like some sort of angel or god tucked into the white quilt.

The kami rolled over and fell off the edge of the bed.

"Is this heaven?" Atsushi Nakajima asked confused.

"What?" Haruki Jushan, who just woke up from the fall, got up full of anger.

It took him a second to remember that he had picked up this white-haired teenager who started talking nonsense last night, and then he took another second to restart his mind and recall what happened yesterday.

Thinking that he is a furry, Haruki Jushan decided to be friendly to him.

He suppressed his anger and said calmly, "Yes, do you have anything to confess? My child."