Boss, do you have a card?

Facts have proved that there is a price to be paid for using the tender method to gain favor with the Xueling clan.

Fyodor fell ill, and the fever rose that night, from the initial reluctant persistence to the current "seriously ill in bed".

Strictly speaking, they were forced to "be seriously ill in bed".

The fact that the contractor was sick really aroused the curiosity and motivation of the ghosts from other worlds.

The Ice and Snow Elf excitedly and carefully folded a towel into long strips, thought for a while, and then blew on the towel with a very understanding face.The towel was instantly hardened by the frost, and there were still tiny ice edges formed by water marks on the edge.

After doing this, she eagerly tried to put the towel, no, ice cubes on the contractor's head.

Fyodor watched the whole process: "..."

He tactfully sent out a signal of rejection: "Shelley, although there is no problem with cold compresses for fever, isn't this too cold?"

Fyodor's appearance is inherently pure and handsome. Although he is a man, he can be described as "beautiful" without any sense of disobedience. His external posture is always so gentle, coupled with erudite knowledge and never flustered indifference , you can easily leave a credible and reliable impression in front of unfamiliar people.

The effect was heightened by the sickly pallor of the face at the moment.

The young man looked over with a completely weak gaze, and the corners of his eyes were unnaturally red due to illness.

September in the White House paused subtly.

Could this be... the legendary beauty and handsome man?

I have to say that the effect is outstanding, which made her a little bit reluctant to do it.

White House September: "System, check his temperature now?]

System: "Test player Fyodor is currently in poor health, and his body temperature exceeds the normal value. The scan result: 38.3 degrees."

Ah, this is really a bit high... But it shouldn't be a big problem. Thinking about it the other way around, it's good to be burned. If you're sick, you can probably be less troublesome.

It’s not that the White House was unsympathetic in September. The main thing is that Fyodor’s “resume” is too scary. It is difficult for normal people to have empathy for such a terrorist.

The beauty trick instantly failed (bushi), and the White House regained its self-confidence in September.

Regardless of the close relationship between [Shelley] and Fyodor now, the binding was not as simple as that of Osamu Dazai.

Different from Fyodor's easy-going attitude, he is actually very vigilant about the existence of cards in his heart, and the rejection is very subtle. If it weren't for the system's built-in micro-expression and micro-motion analysis function, ordinary people would never be able to see through it.

So from approaching to binding, the White House followed an incredible script in September.

Not too deliberate, not too direct.

To convince Fyodor that there is no conspiracy and that everything is under his control.After all, there was already an Aigina by chance before, and the second one appeared in such a short period of time, even if it wasn't Fyodor, any smart person would be suspicious of it.

The main idea of ​​success is that everything must follow the system, lines, expressions, and movements, and there must be no slack at any time.

During this period, the White House in September did not move rigidly, but was always trying to deepen the understanding of the characters, coupled with [Shelley]'s excellent card data——

[Name: Shelley

Rare level: ★★★★★

Gender: Female

Attribute: Neutral

Race: half ghost

Main skills: "Voice of the Cold", "Snow Boy"

Current Bond Tester: Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky

Favorability: 0/100

Card introduction: One third comes from the powerful ghost blood of the father's family; two thirds inherits the precious and rare snow spirit blood of the mother family.

The unbelievable combination gave birth to an unbelievable child. Although he is a half-ghost (hybrid), he accidentally displayed the talent and power of the mother clan to the extreme, stronger than most ghost clans, and stronger than most snow spirits.

However, even so, she will never be able to reach the realm of "her", cannot see the scenery that "she" sees, and cannot understand "her" thoughts.

She loves her family, her father, her mother, and... her "sister".

Ghosts are a powerful, prosperous, and highly polarized race. Their bloodlines affect their strength and emotions. If they are chosen by power, they will be forced to abandon their emotions.

That's not talent, that's the curse of pure blood. ]

——This is the only way to be able to deal with it calmly without real-time reminders from the system like today.

In the face of the contractor's weakness, the blue-haired goblin turned a blind eye to it, rather it liked to hear it.

"The colder it is, the better the effect, right?" She took the young man's hand and squeezed it like she was playing with a doll, and her tone was quite pleasantly surprised, "Look, the body temperature has dropped so quickly."

Fyodor, hot and cold and dizzy: "..."

He calmly withdrew his hand from Shelley's palm, and gathered his five fingers together, the fingertips still had the cold temperature brought to him by the other party.

A non-human cannot be expected to have common sense about human beings being sick. In order to prevent himself from being mildly ill to critically ill due to the wrong way of accompanying him, Fyodor decided to save himself.

"Can you get me some medicine? It's in the cabinet over there." He skipped the topic just now kindly.

Shelley supported her chin with one hand, and replied kindly: "Okay."

So the two little snowmen floated to the front of the cabinet, one pulled the drawer, and the other leaned in to look. The division of labor was clear, and they opened four drawers in one go, until they found the medicine box at the bottom.

They clapped their hands happily in celebration, and worked together to move the medicine box over.

Snow-white and slender fingers landed on the opening and closing of the medicine box, and opened it with a little force.

There are a lot of medical items inside, but they are all used to deal with trauma, disinfectant, tweezers, bandages, but there is no cold and fever medicine.

Of course, ghosts can't tell the difference.

"Here, you choose yourself."

The medicine box was pushed to his side, Fyodor raised his eyes slightly, and happened to meet the other party's regretful eyes full of "I haven't played enough, can you stop taking the medicine first?"

He calmly looked away, looked down into the medicine box for a few times, and pretended to hesitate: "Ah, there is no antipyretic."

Of course there is not. This is a safe house prepared by Fyodor himself. He knows exactly what is inside.

Hearing this, Shelley immediately laughed.

"It's a pity ~ what should I do next? I have never raised humans, so I am not very good at taking care of patients." She did not hide her gloating mood, "Fei Jia, are you okay? I need to find you a A doctor? Or take you to...well, your human hospital?"

Fyodor coughed a few times: "If it's convenient, can you help me buy some medicine?"

"Without a doctor?"

"Well, there's no need for a doctor, we can't reveal where we live yet."

Fyodor knew that Shelley would not care about exposure, but she would be happy to play the "patient game".

The White House followed the other party's response in September: "It's not impossible to buy medicine-well, for the sake of Fei Jia, you are cute."

Fyodor asked caringly: "Do you want me to provide a road map?"

"No need." The blue-haired demon turned around with a smile, "It's impossible to find a way where there are people."

The door closed silently, blocking the cold wind outside the house.

Fyodor lowered his eyes and squeezed his bloodless lips. After a few seconds, he slowly got up—without success.

Two little snowmen stood in front of him majestically, one pressed his shoulders and wanted him to lie back on the bed, and the other put one hand on his hips and pointed, as if educating a disobedient child.

Fyodor: "..."

Fyodor: "I just want to get my phone."

The little snowman in the velvet hat swished out, swished back, and handed the phone to Fyodor as if offering a treasure.

Fyodor: "...I want some water?"

The little snowman with the bow tie rushed out, and after a while, flew back cautiously, and put the water glass on Fyodor's bedside.

Fyodor touched the wall of the glass with his hand.

Ice cold.

"..."

It seems that cold medicine must be prepared in the safe house in the future.

Tonight's moonlight is brighter than ever before, and the silver light shines down, illuminating the profile of the face with ghost horns.

"good evening."

The clear male voice abruptly dispelled the silence of the night.

The breeze blew the hem of the sand-colored clothes, Dazai Osamu walked out from the shadows, his eyes slightly bent, there was an indescribable tenderness.

He quickly walked to the side of the black-haired woman, with a pleasant tone: "Come here at this time, can't you sleep?"

Ming's performance was as cold as ever.

"I don't need much sleep."

Unlike in the daytime, the opponent had two pitch-black ghost horns on his forehead, his pupils were more ferocious than a hunter, and he could see four long fangs between his lips when he spoke.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be curious, he dragged his voice: "If you don't sleep——the night is so long, what does Miss Ming usually do?"

"do nothing."

In layman's terms, it is in a daze.

Osamu Dazai nodded in understanding.

Well, it was a completely expected answer.

After all, even if he asked like that at the time, all he got was an answer of "so what" without leaving any explanation. Not only that, after the other party finished speaking, he didn't know where he went, and now he appeared in front of him as if nothing had happened. On the roof of his apartment...

Speaking of this.

Recalling the inexplicable throbbing in his heart just now, Osamu Dazai's mood became more and more complicated.

He once asked Mori Ogai what it was like to bind Claire to the contract. The answer Mori Ogai gave at that time was "difficult to describe". same.

—It's hard to describe.

Can detect the existence of the other party, feel the approaching of the other party, and even occasionally, there will be an inexplicable empathy. The contract forces him to link with the other party with an irresistible tacit understanding. Therefore, Osamu Dazai will appear at this point in time. here.

To be honest, it's quite novel, but it's also hard to get used to.

"It's beautiful, this corner, why doesn't it show up during the day?" He concealed his mood and started the topic freely.

"inconvenient."

"But wouldn't it be uncomfortable to hide?"

"Fortunately."

That's what it means to be uncomfortable.

Because if she denies it, she will definitely say "no" instead of "it's okay."

Osamu Dazai chuckled suddenly, without piercing the other party's cover.

The woman looked over, her eyes as calm as water.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something interesting." Osamu Dazai said perfunctory, not worried about the other party getting angry at all.

Sure enough, Ming's gaze paused on him for a few seconds, and then he retracted it casually - that was not a performance of being perfunctory, but obviously not interested in what he wanted to hide.

In this way, Osamu Dazai observed his contract object openly and aboveboard.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, he has basically figured out Ming's character.

Those blunt statements were not haughty, nor were they innocent.

Before leaving the detective agency today, Osamu Dazai heard Nakajima Atsushi secretly say to Izumi Kyoka, "Miss Ming seems to be a good person", this evaluation is not very accurate in his opinion.

Compared to a "good guy", it's more like... just like a human being sees a small animal that stumbles on the side of the road, because it is harmless and soft and cute, so it doesn't mind helping it, and it doesn't mind that it sticks out for survival Juvenile claws.

The little animal boldly stretched out its juvenile claws.

"Miss Ming, you said just now that 'you don't usually do anything at night', which means that you will be fine from now on, right?"

Probably because she knew that Osamu Dazai's harassment would not stop for a while tonight, this time the ghost princess simply turned sideways to face him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, something happened."

The black-haired young man with a smile in his eyes nodded seriously, he raised his hand under the moonlight, gentlemanly and elegant, as if asking for instructions.

"Since you are free, miss, please allow me to make an invitation to you hastily."

"In order not to waste this wonderful evening, but also to celebrate our precious meeting."

"Excuse me, would you like to go for a walk with me?"