After I divorced from chaos step

click.

The door was opened a thin crack, and then slowly pulled open.

A smell of peppermint bath lotion hits the face.

The orange light cast from the entrance outlines the tall and strong figure of the young man.

He seemed to have just taken a shower, wearing a black vest and shorts. The warm and clear light shone on his white side face, creating a faint golden halo.

Under the fine, wet milk-blond hair, there are sleepy eyes and deep dark circles.

The tired and sleepy Bakugo Katsuki looked surprisingly gentle.

"Come in."

Concise and concise.

His voice was low and nasal.

...have a cold?

Carrying the bag containing the combat uniform, I walked in behind him.When I bent down to take off my shoes, he yawned and gently kicked over a pair of women's slippers next to me.

These slippers are not new, they are only half a size bigger than my feet and they fit well.

Could it be his girlfriend's slippers?But it's normal to have a girlfriend at this age.

Aunt Guangji used to worry about whether he could get a girlfriend, but she was actually worrying too much.

It is true that Bakugo Katsuki has a bad temper, and it is true that he is fierce, but it is also true that he is a well-known hero.

The handsome face is real, the figure so good that people kneel and lick it is real, and the hormones all over the body that are bursting even with eyes closed are real.

He stopped suddenly, and I almost bumped into his back as I was following.

He turned his head to look at me, and stretched out his hand towards me.

I didn't move.

"Snapped--"

He rests his palm on a light switch on the wall behind me.

The room suddenly lit up.

His eyes were used to the dim environment just now, and they narrowed the moment they touched the dazzling light.

"Stupid hair." There was a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

After more than ten years, this is the first sentence he said to me.

It's not a good word, but not very malicious.

This is the nickname he gave me in Kamakura back then.

Because I have a small bunch of unruly hair since I was a child. It often curls up and can't be pressed down with hairspray.

Marui called this lock of hair "cute hair", Yukimura also gave me a blue hair clip, Ranpo also likes this lock of hair, and called it "Qingxixi's transmitting antenna".

Only Bakugo Katsuki, after knowing my name, still insisted on calling me "dumb hair".

It's okay to call it "Dai Mao", and it looks a little cute, but he just wanted to add the word "head" to it.

All of a sudden, I lowered the forceful style of Dumao, making me appear dumb.

"Heartbreaking." I tried my best to swallow the "durian head" that blurted out. I still have to respect the heroes who maintain peace and justice, and then I handed him the bag in my hand, "Your battle uniform."

He reached for it.

I just noticed the scar on his arm.

The old and the new are different, and the length is different. Although there are not many, it is enough to show that the hero is a high-risk occupation that is easily injured.

...and so do criminals.

I saw him flicking through the combat uniforms in the bag, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Well, my father wants some seller shows."

"Huh?" He looked up at me, as if he didn't understand me.

"It's just that you put on the combat uniform, pose casually, and let me take a few photos."

I wanted to explain it more clearly, so I demonstrated a posture myself, clenched my right hand, raised it over my shoulder, and then gave a thumbs up, "Like this."

"Tch." He understood, but rolled his eyes in disdain. This face, which was so handsome just now, suddenly became less pleasing, "I'm not a monkey."

I = monkey?

He ignored me and went straight into the room to try on his combat uniform. I didn't get any evaluation from the client, so I couldn't leave for a while, so I could only stand in the living room and wait for him, and by the way, I looked at this set of one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one kitchen. Wei's small apartment.

The house was tidy, and even the floors were mopped spotlessly.

The furniture is basically light-colored, and there are no extra furnishings in the living room, except for the row of fitness equipment, which is quite conspicuous.

Sure enough, the body that is so good that it explodes is all out of real training.

Luanbu wanted to develop eight-pack abs on a whim last month, saying that he should not only let me see his cuteness, but also conquer me with his figure, but he only lifted the barbell twice and screamed that he was exhausted. He even yelled at me: "Qingxi, your eight-pack looks like a mealworm, don't you find it ugly?"

I can only say against my will: "Yeah, it's ugly as hell."

Ranbu was very satisfied: "My abs are still cute."

I continued to say against my will: "Yeah, it's cute as hell."

Terrible.

He's just happy.

A man with a good figure... I remembered Osamu Dazai I saw in yesterday's video.

He is much slimmer than Bakugou, but the lines of his body are still smooth and straight.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?" he asked me at the time.

Looking back now, that demeanor, that tone of voice, the hormones and the little playfulness are flying together, there is a feeling that he is not asking me to confirm whether he has a beard, but deliberately letting me admire his figure.

...Stop!illusion!

How could I have such a despicable thought.

"Stupid hair, clothes are fine." While I was muttering to myself, Bakugo had already changed into his combat uniform and came out.

I didn't pay attention to what the battle suit looked like before the improvement, so I couldn't distinguish the details after the improvement.

But Bakugou in his battle suit looks much more energetic.The tiredness and sleepiness on his face just now were swept away, and there was a compelling heroism in his brows.

"I'll have someone pay the balance as soon as possible."

"……Thank you."

The support company my father works for usually designs after receiving a deposit from the customer, and then collects the final payment after the shipment is signed.

"What about the seller's show?" Even though he was said to look like a monkey, I still wanted to give him a few sculpts so that I could take pictures for my dad, "Can you—"

Just then, his cell phone rang.

The phone ringtone is the same as Grandma Hanamaru’s. It’s a very unpopular but rhythmic music, but Grandma’s ringtone is set by Nakahara Chuya, so it seems that he and Nakahara Chuya have similar tastes. .

It should be related to work, because the moment Bakugou pressed the answer button, his expression changed.

Being so close, I could also hear what was on the phone.

"I found traces of the clown here in the Heize Building, and I am asking for support!"

"Heize Building... very good, those offal!"

The entire conversation was only two sentences long, but I heard the key words.

【clown】.

A clown is usually a comedian in a circus, but a clown who needs a hero to apprehend can only be a criminal.

The coordinates are again in the most complicated city Yokohama.

I can easily think of an old friend of mine.

Bao Hao pressed the phone and said to me: "You go back, I have something to go out."

I smiled politely at him: "I wish you success in your work."

It's not easy to tail a powerful hero.

If you are too far away, you are afraid of not being able to keep up, and if you are too close, you are afraid of being discovered by him.

A hero who dares to take Yokohama as his patrol area is a hero among heroes.

Yokohama is a very complicated city. There are port mafia, army, police, heroes, criminals, supernatural PLA, enemy alliance and many other organizations.

Among them, the port mafia is a part that the heroes and the police are not easy to control, and it is best to leave it alone. They have unique meanings and have a certain effect on security, but they can easily overlap or even conflict with the missions of the heroes.Port Mafia dog Ryunosuke Akutagawa and hero Jelly have made headlines.

I heard that in the past, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and the Mouse of the Dead House also danced here.

Do you think Yokohama is not chaotic enough?

If the [clown] mentioned by Bakugo on the phone is the clown I know, it will be very troublesome.

It is very difficult for Japan to execute the death penalty. Even Pushkin and Ivan are not dead, they are still squatting in prison, and the more evil five decays.

Keeping them alive is a hassle in itself.

Not just for heroes and cops.

It's even more for me...an accomplice who got away with it by chance.

If they confess, if they come to me after breaking out of prison, it's not a friendly thing.

The latter is more likely, but it cannot be ruled out that Pushkin directly confessed me out of personal grievances.

But it’s useless, I’m not Gen Kiyokei now, but Edogawa Kiyokei.

It's hard to imagine that my parents would hand me over to the police if they knew that their daughter had turned into a villain, and if my husband, Ranpo, knew that his wife was a member of the evil organization Rats of the House of Death.

Dad doesn't know, mom doesn't know, Luanbu doesn't know, they don't know what kind of things I have done before.

I am well disguised, no different from ordinary people.

…Until now, I have been enjoying the hard-won stable life.

When approaching the Heise Building, Bakugou went to the ground floor to meet up with his companions and discuss the battle plan.

From my position, I can see the heroes and police in many distribution points below.

Thanks to Tosi's "hardening" of me, I easily avoided their eyes and ears and jumped to the top floor.

This floor is not high, only thirteen floors.

I started from the top floor, floor by floor, and started to sweep down the floor.

Wherever I walked, the desks, chairs, documents, computers, fire extinguishers in the corner, and surveillance cameras on every floor, all the furnishings disappeared in an instant.

The whole floor became empty with the sound of my slow footsteps.

……Yes.

I used my abilities.

Because when I entered this building, I had already seen that golden head.

He turned his head and smiled at me, the smile in the sun is creepy.

I don't intend to let him get out of here alive.

As I walked down the stairs on the sixth floor, I heard a familiar voice from below.

"Yuanjiang~"

Then dozens of small flying knives flew towards them.

They were all returned to the atomic state by me in an instant, and disappeared.

There was only one left, and I held it in my hand. When the man stepped up the stairs, I threw it towards him.

"You misidentified the person, my surname is not Yuan." I explained.

"Oh? Is your surname Fyodor now?"

"No." I shrugged at him, "That kind of situation will never happen in my next life."

The flying knife disappeared into his cloak, and the weird smile on his face became even brighter.

"That's not necessarily true~"