When Qi Mu's super power defected

[I'm looking at the branches of Salzburg. ]

I say.

Fyodor's expression was obviously relieved.

Branches from Salzburg--Put a winter-defoliated branch into the desolate bottom of a salt mine, and pull it out two or three months later, and it's covered with glistening crystals, not as good as a chickadee's claw. The thickest and tiniest branches were so dazzlingly adorned with so many diamonds that the original branches were no longer recognizable.

People compare it to love, because love can confuse people's eyes. No matter what the person you love looks like, in the eyes of those who fall in love, they are all elegant and charming, which is an illusion that is unconditionally beautified.

Fyodor's eyes moved down slowly and landed on the book I lifted slightly,

"Are you reading Stendhal's book?"

He was thinking that this was a sudden feeling after I read the lines in the book.

[No, it's just a novel about love, I read it to pass the time when I'm bored. ] I turned my head slightly and gazed at him gently.

I'm not lying.

At that moment, I fell in love.

Although it's only for a short while, and it's purely for sex, there is also the factor of being guided by the other party's voice.

After the initial surprise passed, I am calm enough now.

The person who touched me last time was the green-eyed little black number C.

The racial characteristics of the Russians are obvious, because I am not used to it. When I first came here, everyone seemed to look the same. Now I am attracted to him, and I can be attracted to another person in the next second, so I am not Don't care about the favorability issue.

"Love novel?"

[Tell a story about a boy who changed himself step by step in order to pursue the girl he likes. ] I closed the book, [but although the male protagonist worked very hard, the girl did not fall in love with him until the end.Every time, when the male protagonist meets the requirements of the girls, the girls will raise higher and more difficult standards. ]

I stirred the iced coffee on the small table, [For example, to be rich, to be knowledgeable, to be handsome. ]

"That's right, it's just nothing..." Fyodor looked at me quietly, the sunlight fell into his eyes, making his pupils pale, "When a girl rejected him for the first time, It means that you don't like it anymore, and asking for higher demands is just to find other excuses. If this is the case, isn't everything the male protagonist does is moving himself?"

[It is so. ] I am noncommittal, [His pursuit is a drag in the eyes of others, the article describes his longing and hard work for love in a large space, his hardships and struggles are very intriguing, but... although he has grown from nothing to a successful career , but from the perspective of romance novels, it really failed. ]

He obviously didn't read this book, but Fyodor picked up my words, "Because this story is just one person's unrequited love from beginning to end, without any two-way emotions."

I took a sip of my bitter coffee, […so this novel is really boring. ]

Fyodor chuckled a little.

When he relaxed and looked down at his book, I suddenly said,

[But we're not like that. ]

Fyodor's eyes widened, and like an aging machine, he straightened his back stiffly and looked at me.

***

I fell in love with him.

This "love" is very abstract, not the love that people generally think of.

Because we don't have any memories of getting along, we are strangers when we first meet, but there seems to be some kind of magic in me, which attracts this Russian boy from a foreign country.

He saw me sitting in front of the window when he got into the car, and he seemed to see a miracle for no reason. He was clearly struggling in his heart, but his body walked towards me uncontrollably.

It may be my appearance, my temperament, or some superpower that I didn't even realize. In short, the moment he saw me, his favorability was so high that it was not like a normal person.But he is sober again, he is vigilant not to let himself sink,

Because he was different, when I looked up at him, I also had a strange emotion.

He said to me, "My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

[Just call me Saiki. ]

"Saiki... Japanese?"

[Um. ]

He was wondering why there was only a surname but no first name.

Actually, I was also thinking about this question. The name Saiki Kusuo was given to me by Saiki Kusuo. He didn’t give me a name for a female body. If I chose it myself, it would make me feel that this name has no sense of reality, because it has The concept of "given".

"Why is Miss Saiki going to Moscow?"

[travel. ]

Fedokka's eyes turned around my expensive clothes without leaving any traces.

I heard his voice: […]

What's going on, this familiar feeling, is he Osamu Dazai?

"Your Russian is very good." Fyodor praised me, "And you read Chinese novels."

[Because I'm smarter. ]

When Fyodor heard me say that, he showed a surprised expression.

Thanks, no need to be humble, I'm just smart.

Fyodor probably thought that I was a little arrogant, but the search only gave me three favorability points.My competitive spirit came out again to create a sense of presence, so I said,

[The journey is long, and there are seven days. Do you want to prove this to you? ] I can't help but put on Qi Mu's ruffian smile, which doesn't match my quiet and beautiful appearance, [I can guarantee that no matter what difficult problems you ask, I will not lose. ]

What's going on, the original ambiguous atmosphere between us was broken, and I turned it into a passionate competition.

Fyodor touched his upper and lower lips with his gloved index finger, and his eyes lighted up a little for a moment, as if he cared more about me.

"Then..." Fyodor glanced slightly at a passenger diagonally behind me, and said in a low voice, "Let's start by guessing the occupation?"

I looked back at the passenger, who was a middle-aged woman who was very low-key.She is sitting near the aisle, and there is milk in a plastic paper cup on the table. She is a figure that can be integrated with the background board.

But her inside is not so ordinary.

I turned around and was silent.Fyodor was looking at me with a smile, the corners of his lips were humble and gentle, with a hint of childishness and expectation, but compared to these, his alienation was almost to the point of watching me coldly, he was predicting me Going wrong, he's waiting for my answer.

"Stop watching?"

[You did it on purpose. ]

"Why do you say that?" He blinked innocently,

I switched to Japanese, with a calm and flat tone, [because that person——is a professional killer. ]

That's why Fyodor came to this compartment in the first place.

And even if I don't listen to my heart, my clairvoyant eyes can see that the ordinary-looking middle-aged woman is an extremely gorgeous young girl.Ordinary people who would disguise themselves as inconspicuous.

Fyodor, who heard my answer, once again showed a surprised expression, but this time, he gave me five favorability points by searching.

"...how did you tell?" he asked me, using accented Japanese.

Of course it came from your heart.

Not only that, I also learned that another identity of the professional killer is a person with supernatural powers.She relies on her invincible superpowers to make money in the other world, killing targets on the employer's blacklist.

[It will be boring once the process is revealed. ] I said.

Fyodor refused, "But why can't I say that you just guessed wildly and happened to be right because of luck?"

[With all due respect, the probability of an ordinary person being able to guess the killer is [-] in [-], or even less. ] Because there are no killers in the lives of ordinary people, they will fall into the blind zone of thinking.

Fyodor thought it was funny, so he smiled until his eyes narrowed.

[By the way, we are not the only ones who can speak Japanese. ] I opened my mouth coolly, [she can understand our words. ]

The next second, my coffee cup was pierced by a dagger that flew obliquely.

Miss Killer flipped nimbly and stepped on the seat in a very uncivilized manner. She pulled out two guns and pointed them at the two of us, "I never expected that such a sophisticated escape plan of mine would be so complicated. It was discovered by you," she said.

Ms. Killer, the supernatural ability "moving space", this is what she relies on to bring thermal weapons to the train.

She did what she said and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The wooden warehouse that had been silenced did not make a loud noise that attracted attention, but the bullets flew towards us unabated.

I didn't make a move, but Fyodor quickly pushed me down, and our two heads were pressed against the table, breathing together... Hey, isn't this really a French romantic movie?

Fyodor frowned. In his original expectation, this trip would not conflict with this supernatural killer. He only needed to touch her silently, and everything would be over.But Fyodor also thought of the unexpected situation. Judging from his decision to take Miss Killer as the content of the match with me, he is not without countermeasures.

So I saw Fyodor elicit a meaningful smile.

Then the aggressive Miss Killer covered her throat.

"How come, you..." She glanced at the drink on the table in disbelief, "Impossible, I brought the milk myself, you didn't pass by me, and I didn't find any suspicious things in my sight... How did you poison it!?"

Fyodor remained silent, his expression very unpredictable.

He was sure that Miss Killer had lost the ability to move, so he helped me up, but very gentlemanly, he only touched me in vain, and the force was mostly on the forearm, "Are you all right?" He asked me.

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, the situation was urgent just now, and the action was a bit rude,"

We were flirting like no one else.

Miss Killer was so angry that the speed of blood flow made the toxin spread faster, she flashed, "Cup, you put poison on the paper cup on the train..." She fell powerlessly from the chair, unwilling Staring at Fyodor, "Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting others?!"

Fyodor didn't seem to hear her voice, or in other words, he had already tacitly agreed that the dead should not be heard.

[Looks like I have to change to another car. ] I looked at the mess on the table, [but the flight attendant should find her body soon, this trip is destined to never come to an end. ]

It's a pity, it's rare for me to find time to travel.

Fyodor: "As a witness, will you not assist the police in arresting me?"

Too much trouble.

I was in a panic, [As a witness, should I thank you for not killing me? ]

Fyodor laughed again.

Because of this trouble, Fyodor and I planned in our hearts to leave quickly. Although he seemed to want to know more about me, in the end our relationship did not go any further.

It's okay, I also acted in a French movie anyway, and it's not a loss to come out this time.

***

But I didn't expect to meet Fyodor again.

"Is the trip going well?" the boy asked me softly.

I took the barbecue burrito from Lilia's hand speechlessly, thankful that I still took the time to change my personality, but because I didn't buy women's winter clothes, so I'm wearing Saiki Hibio's coat now, [It's okay, with my boyfriend Had a great time. ]

Fyodor: "..."

Fyodor lost his smile.

Thank you, our love is dead.

***

After lunch, I picked up the documents on the table and started the afternoon work.

Qi Mu Xiaoxiong played outside for many days, except for showing up when I asked him to come back to help me with work, he didn't know what he was busy with the rest of the time.

[Busy to buy people's hearts for you. ]

Thinking of this moment, Sai Mu Xiaoxiong teleported back to the office.

[Ideological work for the children of the sheep? ] I looked at him with my chin propped up, [It seems that you are doing well? ]

[Because I'm more likely to sell miserably. ] Qi Mu Xiaoxiong saw the packaging bag in the trash can, and a vivid expression of accusation suddenly appeared on his paralyzed face, [Did you steal it? ]

[What are you talking about, I bought this openly. ]

[You didn't bring me a copy! ]

[It's not like you can't buy it yourself. ]

Qi Mu Xiaoxiong snorted.

Oh my son is so cute.

[I'm going to tell you something. ] Qi Mu Xiaoxiong, who was angry that I ate alone, suddenly became serious, and the child’s voice was calm and mature. He said,

[The ancestors are resurrected. ]

Yes, ancestors.

After I sent my predecessor to travel in Africa, news of his death suddenly came one day, and everyone speculated that he was assassinated.

I don't know the person who assassinated him. It may be an enemy, it may be an official, or it may not even exist. The ancestors died of illness.I didn't track down the cause of his death, just to confirm whether he really passed away.

The way to confirm is to search for his soul at the place of his death in the state of the soul, because I did not find his body.

By the way, because of the oolong way of death in the last world, I put in a lot of effort to exercise the superpower of the soul out of the body, and it was beyond my imagination to be denied by the superpower.

Anyway, it is really lonely to die in a foreign country. I found that in the previous generation, he almost became an evil spirit with deep grievances. The evil spirits will create many unnatural supernatural events. If there is a lot of resentment, it can hurt people. Not sure, so I brought it back.

Now, the previous generation is floating in my chief room, although I can't see him.

[I said, don't you want Huangba to be a subordinate? ]

Sai Mu Xiaoxiong, who disguised himself as another face and mixed into the sheep organization, brought me his most satisfying information.