Four cherry blossom petals set off the coffin board

How can I say this look in his eyes, I have seen strong winds and waves in hell.I have seen criminals miss their relatives and friends during the interrogation, and I have seen people who fell into hell and repented because of pain, but it is not enough to describe his emotions when he sees the dolls around me, whether it is joy, surprise, or nostalgia , or bitterness, with a trace of struggle after the silence.

It was a sight I had never seen before.

Can human emotions really be so complicated?

He was even shaking.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself and tried his best to keep himself as stable as Mount Tai and keep his expressions, his eyes could not deceive others. He looked very sad, so everything about him screamed because of him.

Before I could take a closer look at his expression, he closed his eyes.

Walking out of the uncontrollable and turbulent emotions, and changing into a deadpan face, those eyes were full of unspeakable emotions just now, and the current state is no different from the one when he came in at the beginning.

Hey, he's still a face-changing master.

The speed of this face-changing stunned me. I was so sad that I was about to cry just now, but now I have become a ruthless agent, and I can shoot a precise elite expert in the next second.

What does it mean to be able to retract freely? What is it to have strong control? After watching Toru Amuro's emotional changes throughout the whole process, I couldn't help but sigh back.

But he was still really sad.

Is this suppressed?

I couldn't help smacking my lips secretly, this can be suppressed, won't it break?

In a way, it's scary, this man.

Although the dolls made him stay for a short while, it seemed that he still had tasks to do, so he looked at them reluctantly, stood up, and left the living room.

After I witnessed his leaving back with my own eyes, the room returned to silence.

It is estimated that Xiaobai is asleep, this guy can't shout outside even if there is lightning and thunder.So this seems to have greatly facilitated Toru Amuro's movements. He seemed to have just wandered around on it and then came back.

Then he continued to squat in front of the sofa, lost in thought.

I think his heart has been taken away by the doll next to him, but in fact he has no intention of doing what he wanted to do at the beginning.

I saw him reaching out to touch one of the dolls, with limited vision, I didn't know who he was touching.

But his eyes are bright, just like a child who gets a toy for the first time, he can't put it down.

I felt my eyelids twitch, and I was a little surprised.

No, it's not what I thought it would be.

Thieves are shameful, huh?

Although I totally disagree, how could he see that a doll has so many thoughts.

So I just watched him carefully pick up one of them, and I saw that it was Jing Guang.

He checked left and right for a while, and even pulled Jing Guang's clothes, and then he put them in his breast pocket.

That movement is very natural, without even a trace of hesitation, just like holding chopsticks when eating in the dining hall. I just called this gentleman a good attitude.

Hands won't shake when holding other people's things, presumably he is a habitual offender.

But he took out the Jingguang doll and put it in the left pocket of his jacket. Is it so much trouble to put a doll?

Under my eyes of cursing and even wanting to eat people, he took away the other dolls one after another.

It's a really smooth process of action.

Is there a possibility that this is my home?

After taking away the other dolls, he seemed to show a satisfied smile.Although it is not obvious, it is really happy, and I got the toy I wanted, which is super doubled.

I can't complain anymore.

I gave up on myself and lay in my original position, and began to think about how to clean up the mess if I changed back to the original tomorrow.

Sure enough, let's beat this golden retriever first.

The one with Matsuda.

Everyone is a student at the same time. The people who graduated in the police academy are good policemen. Why haven’t you seen each other for a few years? You’ve started sneaking in. I can’t help but point and point, and why do you even sneak in? Others are so proficient, it can be seen that they are experienced.

I want to fight, I really want to fight.

Now I'm the only one left.

He has so many pockets, and the capacity is quite large. I couldn't help but sigh, stuffed with five palm-sized dolls, and there is no bulge all over his body.

After taking in the Natalie doll next to him, he finally set his sights on me.From his eyes, I actually read the meaning of disgust.

What's wrong?What are you despising?They are all dolls, so don't treat them differently, okay?

Refuse to isolate any doll, okay?

He seemed to have mixed feelings about me.Because his actions were not as decisive and straightforward as before, but he seemed a little hesitant.

I lay quietly and watched him quietly, just to see what he was going to do.

He stood up, took some paper towels from the coffee table in front of the sofa, and wrapped me up. I was covered in white paper with a dazed face, and then a big hand grabbed me perfectly, as if inspecting a factory doll. The quality is the same, the same, and I turned it back and forth to check it. Thank goodness he didn't lift my clothes directly, otherwise I couldn't help but jump out.

The big hands grabbed my head and squeezed it.

It feels like my head is going to explode.

I clearly felt that the cotton in my brain was wandering out of place because of his movements.

Brother, I don't have any high-tech products in my head, please, stop pinching.

Instead of putting me in a pocket like other dolls, it held me through a tissue, and I could feel the damp night wind swishing in when I walked.

I was facing the ground, and occasionally I could see the ground because of his undulating movements as he walked.

It's just being treated differently.

Even holding me with one hand, this man can handle everything with one hand, feeling the bumps like a roller coaster, he should have climbed the wall from the backyard of my house, and when his movements are no longer so strong, he should be standing on a flat ground , or after successfully leaving my house, I heard a male voice.

"Mr. Jiang Gu..." I was a little familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

"We'll talk about it when we go back." Toru Amuro lowered his voice.

"Yes……"

Who is Mr. Jiang Gu?

Just when I was in a mess in the wind, their movements seemed to speed up. With the sound of the car door opening, I seemed to be thrown onto the seat by someone. It was a very indifferent throw, and I rolled on the seat. , eventually forming a face-to-back pose.

A little angry about what's going on.

Moreover, this person didn't even wear a seat belt for me!

Not wearing a seat belt in the passenger seat is tantamount to murder!

How dangerous, even a doll can't ignore my safety like this.Especially when you drive as exciting as a jumping machine.

It's not the first time that I've been unloved because of inertia and car door stickers. It's too dangerous for this person to drive.

Another time I was about to fall off the edge of the seat, but Toru Amuro grabbed it with one hand and stuffed it back. He seemed to have finally realized his conscience and pulled my seat belt while waiting for a traffic light.Although my height seems to be able to only be strangled in the air.

It reminds me of a work in Western art, what is it called, Crucifixion Jesus.

Don't just rely on the traffic department's lax inspection in the middle of the night to do whatever you want, and even obediently wait for the traffic lights, I thought he would just turn a blind eye.

All the complaints in my heart are aimed at this man.

Fortunately, the journey was over soon.It's finally over, the speed of the car that can be shaken out by the overnight meal, and the rhythm that can be shaken out of the cotton in the doll.

Lying on the seat, I really lay flat, looking like I was being slaughtered.

After all, it's just a doll with cotton all over its body. What kind of thought does a cotton doll have?

I let Amuro Toru pick me up so peacefully and left the car.

But at this time, the line of sight was completely blocked by the white tissue.

It can only be felt that he has been walking.

As for where to go, I don't know.

After hearing the barking of the dog, I suddenly realized that Xiaobai, if he didn't see us when he got up tomorrow, the child might be crying, and he might howl to the neighbor's house.

"Hello, dear..."

It's Hello, the memory in my mind is getting up bit by bit.

It was very casual again, and put me on the table.

Just like the vegetables bought on the street, to be more precise, it is the onion that was given as a gift when buying vegetables.

got used to it.

But because of the range of motion, the paper towel that originally covered me slipped down, allowing me to see clearly what this place looks like, a not-so-big apartment.

Toru Amuro was still teasing Haro: "Okay, good boy, I have something to do, let's play by myself."

Lying on my back on the table, I watched Amuro's big hand attacking me again.

Immediately afterwards a piece of the wet stuff was rubbed across my face.

The technique is not gentle at all, even very rude, I think the line of the eyes will be scratched.

"Why are you the only one who stinks?" While talking to myself, I was furious when I heard that.

What do you mean I'm the only one who stinks?

Slander!I sue you for slandering me!

After the excitement, I gradually calmed down and remembered what happened not long ago.So my furious mind gradually cooled down, as if, there was such a thing, I was licked by Xiaobai once.

Recalling what happened just now, I was speechless for a while.

So, do I really stink?In my self-doubt, I no longer feel disgusted by his rude actions, just wipe it clean.

After wiping me several times, he finally stopped and looked at me with satisfaction.

"It's done..."

Really thank you.

I am also very satisfied.

He touched my face, as if he remembered something, walked out, picked up a clothes hanger with clips from the balcony, clamped my collar, and hung it on the balcony where the evening wind was blowing.

Watching him close the glass door of the balcony, squatting down to play with Haro, this dog man finally put the dolls from my house on the table one by one from his pocket, I stared at him with great resentment. Looking at the loving family inside, why am I hanging on the balcony so miserable?

I looked at the dolls inside from a distance. Although they had no voice or thought, they felt as if they were laughing at me, especially Matsuda, who looked like a thief after wearing sunglasses.

The wind blew the clothes hanger, and even I shook it slightly, slowly turned half a circle, and slowly returned to the original position.

Looking at the floors below and the model-like street lamps, I swallowed.

I will really thank you, Toru Amuro.