Vest life from scratch

Belmode shortened and omitted his meeting and conversation with Shui Ananyuesian, and simply used a journal-like description to describe the results of his wanderings in the past three days.

After she mentioned that she had met those people who wanted to kill her disguised person just now, and used the computer to call out some photos she took for Chacha to see, the other party even briefly revealed a memory and thought look.

Belmode cast a puzzled look: "Is there anyone you know in these photos?"

Chacha took a sip of her black tea and avoided answering: "Besides these, do you have any other discoveries?"

Among the few photos Belmode took out, there were some familiar faces.

When she was entrusted to investigate enthusiasm privately as Mizuna Yuemian, by chance, she met a few ordinary members directly belonging to the pro-guards, and several of them overlapped with the faces on the photo.

The same organization that "killed" Polnareff, and tried several times to kill Anastasia, who was Polnareff's teammate.

Is it really enthusiasm?

You have to find a way to solve it, at least to divert their attention from Shui An Yue Sleep.

He casually thought about the reasons for his enthusiasm for Polnareff and his own actions and how to deal with it, and fell into his ears the words that Belmode conveyed to himself: "By the way, there is a man named Shui Wu. Miss Yuemian asked me to convey to you: I don't need anyone's protection."

"This statement is quite interesting." Chacha drank tea calmly, "But since I've been aroused, why should I listen to her let go?"

Belmode picked up a piece of snack and took a bite: "I never thought you would have the day to protect someone."

Chacha accepted the move calmly: "I have always been tolerant to interesting people."

Belmode covered his lips. In theory, the two bottles were actually non-undercover high-level members of the organization, but they were always able to walk on the front line of betrayal more skillfully and gracefully than undercover agents, and smiled at each other.

After enjoying the afternoon tea at the wrong time, Chacha intertwined her fingers with a smile on her face: "I have a private meeting this afternoon, if you want to live, don't follow me, Belmode."

Belmode spread his hands and made an innocent expression: "Don't worry, I will pretend that I don't know anything."

In order to go to the so-called private meeting, Chacha went back to her room and changed into a dress that was more suitable for the occasion. She also took off the wedding ring that represented the oath with the evil god, so as to prevent her identity from being exposed even if she changed her appearance.

"Unfortunately, I can only switch between the two identities at will." He looked in the mirror admiring the ordinary face after magically turning himself into a woman, "At this point, I feel that the skills of a fraudster are really real. very useful."

Unlike Belmode, who still needs to guess the character's basic character and confirm the character's voice in advance, the special ability possessed by the fraudster is a law-level disguise.

As long as he intends to pretend to be someone, all the details of his whole body can be consistent with the person being pretended, even the pupils, fingerprints and voiceprints are the same, and even if he changes his habits, personality, tone and words, no matter how close he is People who know the pretended person can't have the slightest doubt about it.

...Of course, except when he wants to be suspected.

The face of Chacha female body is a kind of ordinary and ordinary, coupled with that dull expression, once thrown into the crowd, it will never be found again, as long as you change the expression, change the hairstyle and change the clothes, it is like changing personal.

It's a perfect assassin face.

Chacha moved closer to the mirror, put her thumb and forefinger against the corners of her mouth, and adjusted a pure smile in front of the mirror.

He and she nodded in satisfaction, maintained this smile, swiped their index finger to connect the dressing room of the villa with the utility room at the destination, and then snapped their fingers to disconnect and then turned the doorknob.

The locked door handle automatically unlocked with a "click", and she walked out of the utility room slowly.

Through dealing with Enthusiasm these days, coupled with the information given by the Garland family, her current location should be the secret base of the Enthusiastic Drug Group for researching drugs.It's said to be a secret research base, but it's actually just an empty shell. The supply of enthusiasm medicine depends entirely on the substitute ability of a certain member of the medicine team.

It's not bad that the organization has worked so hard to study the drug for so long, but they couldn't figure out why.

"I remember... this way, and then turn over there."

Even if it is supposed to sneak in and fight stealthily, Chacha does it with integrity—he is a faithful follower of the warning saying "As long as you kill everyone who sees me sneaking in, it means no one sees me sneaking in" Believer.

She walked around the most secret research room as if wandering casually in her own home, and even raised her face openly to the monitor to show that sincere and innocent smile.

Shocked by his calmness, the siren sounded suddenly after a subtle delay.

The first to move out were the ordinary armed personnel in the base. Chacha, who bumped into them head-on, waved his hand, and several red shadows drawn from the void caused the sound of breaking through the air.The red silk that was supposed to be soft and smooth has now become a murderous weapon, easily cutting through the protection of the armed personnel, and the splashed human blood instantly spilled all over the ground.

Something is approaching at a rapid pace behind him.

She hooked her finger back, and several silks and satins shot out from the void again, like a cheetah, pounced on the prey behind her... whoever thought it was, but it was in vain.Obviously she couldn't see anything, but her spirit seemed to be eroded by something, and she staggered and supported the wall on one side.

This nauseous feeling of inhaling something terrible...is really unpleasant.

But the enemy was still nowhere to be seen.

"...So that's the case. I thought it was just a cover-up, but I didn't expect there to be a stand-in envoy staying in this base." Chacha pretended not to know anything, and supported the wall to stabilize her fluttering body. "It seems that I tried every means to sneak in." There's still some value here."

Affected by the trance consciousness and hallucinations, the accuracy of the silk she controlled also decreased, and some of the densely packed bullets broke through the defense of the silk and directly hit her body.

The pain of being hit by the bullet made her sanity a little bit clearer, and satin, who had fallen into a disadvantaged position, was once again impeccable in attack and defense.

Seeing that the situation was about to be reversed by her, the stand-in envoy made another attack that directly reached her consciousness and could not defend against it, and her thoughts became chaotic again.

Although the addictive and hallucinogenic properties of the drug cannot take effect on her with a special constitution, the sense of chaos is enough to make her feel troublesome.

With the cover of silk and satin, she secretly put her left hand into the pocket of her clothes, and tremblingly inserted her ring finger into the wedding ring, her chaotic consciousness instantly became clear.

With one hand in her pocket, she quickly rubbed the wedding ring pattern three times with her thumb.

——The family of the evil gods, monsters that can't be seen by the stand-in messengers drilled out of the void, wreaked havoc and swallowed all the armed personnel exposed in front of Chacha, and at the same time walked along the corridors or through the gaps in the walls, looking for everything that could be swallowed. prey.

Cooperating with the wedding ring that invalidated the double attack, the family forcibly brought the battle back to Chacha's favor.

Chacha complained subconsciously: "Only the messenger of the substitute can see the substitute. This setting is too domineering. I still can't awaken the substitute through the normal channel of being shot by an arrow... It's not that I will be completely attacked by the automatic type." Is the substitute pressing and beating?"

The system was unmoved: "Before you complain, take off your wedding ring."

Chacha, who was really open, fell silent.

"I should come in with a better reason and make a big fuss." Chacha stood there waiting for her family to clear the scene for her, and complained to the system. Playing around the edges of the setting, but if you do something that a righteous hero would do, such as destroying medicine, it can no longer belong to the position of chaos and evil.”

At this time, she was judged not to be in a chaotic and evil position, and even the power of the evil god, which had always been easy to use, was sealed.

"After all, you are borrowing the power of the evil god." The system is very calm, "The person who can borrow his power does not need to be from the chaos and evil camp, but he must be a fun person."

And what Chacha is doing now is not looking for fun, but asking for trouble, and of course the position judgment cannot pass.

"It's so strict, you can't use your abilities, the blood will stain your shoes."

While Chacha was complaining, she was about to walk forward stepping on the blood all over the ground, but saw that the blood all over the ground divided a path for her.

"Wow, what is this, the favor of the evil god?"

The system remained calm: "This is a new ability I accidentally developed when I was dealing with world consciousness. Unfortunately, it can only be used on inanimate objects. You can pretend that this is the evil god's favor for you."

Chacha glanced at the monitor who was working diligently, and happily clasped his hands together: "Thank you, my god."

Then he jumped and stepped on it.

Along the way, the entire base was dead silent and empty.

Because the substitute attack was also invalidated, Chacha didn't know whether the substitute envoy continued to attack her - in order to verify this, she took off the wedding ring on her ring finger again, and the summoned family members also disappeared.

The feeling of chaotic consciousness did not come for a long time.

Did the stand-in messenger die, or did the stand-in messenger give up?

...Forget it, it's all the same.

Just when she left the substitute messenger who was so disgusting to her behind her, and continued bouncing forward, she found that there was something wrong with her position.

At that moment, she went from about to pass the corner to a short distance past the corner.

...Just now, what happened...?

Before her doubts had fully surfaced in her mind, her pupils suddenly shrank due to a sense of crisis.

Then, she slowly realized the pain in her chest, and lowered her head slowly and blankly.

—a pale, bloodstained hand ran across her chest.

In the next second, the hand was pulled back forcefully by the person behind her, and blood gushed out like a fountain with a sweet rose-like smell. Her body shook and fell to the ground hard.

Obviously this is a critical moment for her life and death, but an excited smile unconsciously appeared on her face:

"Ah, I caught a big fish."

"Hahaha, hahahahahahahahaha..." Like a lunatic, she coughed up blood... probably internal organs?While laughing loudly, "This kind of time-related ability that I have never collected—!"

Countless strips of red silk and satin are like snakes aiming at their prey, scatter in all directions like fireworks all over the sky.

——"The Crimson King"!

Diablo, who once again sensed that the time was not good, deleted more than ten seconds.

However, whether it is those silks or satins, or the woman with the big hole in her chest shaking and looking back, they are still active in this time that should belong to him only.

Losing the effectiveness of time-cutting, the Crimson King has nothing to do with this flexible and soft silk and satin that can be used to attack, retreat and defend.

Without paying attention, the woman approached Diablo.

"—I really thank you very much." The sweet and husky female voice whispered intimately next to his ear, "Let me find a new and wonderful joy for me to live on..."

As she spoke, her breath ambiguously spilled on her ears: "What's your name?"

He desperately heard his own voice go against his will, like a cassette radio, syllable by syllable, uttering the full name: "Dia. Po. Lo."

"Devil." The woman smiled lowly, "It's very suitable for your name, my name is Tutu."

"...Looking forward to meeting you next time."

After uttering these words, the woman disappeared without a trace, taking the silk with her.

Diablo gritted his teeth and switched back to Tobio's personality, and sent the name and appearance of Tutu to all the high-level personnel, ordering that from now on the whole enthusiasm must search for this person's traces, shoot and kill, if If you don't do it, you will be regarded as a traitor to the organization.

Chacha, who has achieved her goal, has changed back to a male appearance, and even got a wanted warrant.

...Well, it's a pretty good shot.

He contentedly stored the wanted warrant in the space.

The next thing to do is to wait patiently for the day when Azuna Moon Sleep will be attacked.

"Information lock."

"Total achievement value: 520."

"World Fusion Stability System, No. 4869, sincerely at your service."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry I have something to do today, I couldn't finish writing before 8 o'clock (kneel down)

Men: tea tea (cha (second tone))

Women: Tu Tu (tu (second tone))

vv: I'm really afraid that others will not know that this is a person.

Me: Diablo doesn't know how to write the name, he only knows the pronunciation of tutu.

vv: xsl, what about the name of Chacha?

Me: Diablo: I know how to write the name, Cider (cider).

vv: Grass hahahahahahahaha.