you turned on the love game

The next day, you tell the three children that there is no way to teach them for two days.Because there was an important meeting about the cooperation between the Moro family of the underworld and Meteor Street.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." You said with a smile.

Both Madge and Xia Ke didn't think too much.

After all, you used to have meetings every once in a while, and usually canceled your studies on the same day, and this time the situation should be similar.

Ma Qi raised his face and said to you: "I'm going to go to the ninth district to find that doctor, and I want to clarify some things that I don't understand."

Sitting on the courtyard wall with one leg propped up, the knight raised his right hand lively, shaking the little devil's phone between his fingers: "Okay! I just plan to meet those new guys."

Only Kurolo is different.

He seemed to be aware of some unusual subtleties.

The black-haired boy put one hand in his pocket, standing in the shadow between the door and the wall, his eyes stared at you calmly: "Is something wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the chivalrous man and Madge, who didn't think anything was wrong, looked at you at the same time. The corners of your lips drooped slightly, and you sighed deliberately: "It's nothing, I just don't want to go to the meeting."

Before they spoke, you continued: "Do you want to go to the meeting with me? It's not impossible, it just happens to be boring there..."

"No, no, no." The knight quickly waved his hands, turned his head and jumped off the courtyard wall, his voice became farther and farther away, "I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Although Madge didn't say anything, she took a step back silently.

You were amused by her little gestures, bent down and stroked her hair, and in the sight of the little girl looking at you quietly, said softly to her: "Remember to bring more money, the doctor only recognizes this."

She nodded when she heard the words, and walked out of the gate with Kuroro.

Kuroro didn't make a sound after asking you just now. When his figure was about to disappear outside the door, he suddenly turned his head, and those dark eyes stared into yours, as if he had something to say.

"..." Your hand rested on the door frame, and your five fingers pressed slightly hard on the dark lines on the wooden door frame. I don't know if Kuroro will ask as straightforwardly as before, after all, he has always been very sensitive.

"Crowlo, what's wrong?"

But until March looked at him suspiciously, he didn't speak, as if he just looked back at you inadvertently.

"nothing……"

Then face forward again, lift your feet and walk away.

You stare at their backs gradually disappearing into the corner of the street, the smile on your face fades slowly, the hand holding the door is getting harder and harder, and a layer of frost forms in your eyes.

The phone vibrated suddenly, you connected the phone, and Sirio urged you to go to the meeting as soon as possible. The head of the Moreau family has arrived, and you are the only manager of the underground industry who has not yet arrived.

"Understood, go right away."

You hang up the phone and walk out the door blankly.

Thin sunlight poured down from the gaps in the clouds, and the edge of the door where the yard and the street were connected climbed out several zigzag cracks, as if being torn from the middle by a huge force.

There are five clear fingerprints beside the crack.

Rolling over the rough surface, he sank deep into it with forbearable anger.

The Morrow family used to be the most mysterious force in the dark world.

But from today onwards, it is no longer, because the head of the Morrow family came to Meteor Street in person, hoping to reach a cooperation with the parliament. In the end, it will be active in front of the public like other underworld families.

Satri Moreau, your uncle.

At the moment, he is wearing a well-fitting black suit, with an amiable smile on his face, and he is methodically talking about the exchange of interests between Meteor Street and his cooperation, and even speaks eloquently when facing difficulties from the person in charge.

You're sitting in the corner of the meeting, your thumbs pressing the pen over and over again.

Click, click, click.

The spring in the pen barrel contracts and stretches and makes a non-stop sound. No one pays attention to your behavior. Even if they see it, they will only think that you are bored.

No one knows that you have been patient.

Sitting next to him was Sirio. He casually flipped through the distributed plan made by the Moreau family, propped his face with one hand, and let out a soft snort from his nose: "Now he finally has complete control over the family."

You press the pen for a moment, then turn your head to look at him: "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you dealt with people from the Black Road before?"

"Basically no."

"Oh, no wonder you don't know." Sirio said, "This guy is quite famous. After the death of his brother and sister-in-law, he took over as the head of the family, and even sent his three-year-old niece to the old house for protection, implying that she is a weakness. "

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "protection" when speaking, and laughed: "I didn't expect someone to believe it, and tried to find his niece to threaten him, but the Morrow family swallowed up his assets."

You already know about this.

In the past, you appeared to be the eldest lady of the Moreau family, but in fact you were just a target to attract attention.

So you can't leave Moligu City at all.

There was a sardonic smile on the corner of your lips, and the tip of the pen tapped the table, making a crisp sound: "Perhaps this is Satri Moro's scheme. He wants to use this to annex other families."

Sirio shrugged: "That's true, that's right. Anyone with a little brain can guess. Who would tell others about their weaknesses? Only those fools who are lucky will believe it."

Your uncle is still on stage dealing with the problems of the meeting leader with ease, the lights are shining on him, he looks like an elite successful person, but everyone present knows that he is ruthless.

You look away from this man who is rich and jaded, but in ruins: "You haven't said what "total control of the family" means. "

Sirio raised one leg: "This..."

He sneered unhurriedly, "Although I know I'm a rotten person, this guy is obviously even worse than me."

"I still refused to give up after driving my niece to the old house, because according to the regulations, she is the orthodox heir and cannot be his illegitimate son. So Satri commissioned other families to attack the manor through the dark net at a high price."

Says Sirio: "He wanted to kill everything."

"..." The movement of tapping the pen on the table stopped suddenly, and the conversation sound from the speaker in the meeting room suddenly faded from your world. At this moment, you can only hear Sirio's words.

— This is something you don't know.

"The first time he just entrusted a hostile force, and the other party chose to attack suddenly at night. But it didn't work, because there seemed to be a red wolf monster beside the lady, protecting her until death..."

"By the way, it looks very similar to your Nian Beast." Sirio said.

Bright light fills the entire meeting room, but your vision seems to be covered with a shadow, and everyone's faces disappear.

Standing in front of the stage was a shadow man named Satri Moreau waving a speech script, his body outline gradually disappeared in the shadows, like a monster performing a pantomime, his limbs twisted and stretched out.

A strange and treacherous humming sounded deep in your ear canal.

You stare at Sirio, and there is a momentary blank in your mind, every word he says playing on a loop in your head.

With a stiff face, he opened his eyes little by little.

You only know that it was hostile forces that attacked the manor.

But you never thought that it would be your uncle personally issuing the attack commission, just for the benefit of the heir.

And you, watching your little wolf fall in a pool of blood with your own eyes.

Bit by bit cold and stiff.

Sirio didn't notice your strangeness, and continued: "Later, he also teamed up with the Polano family to deceive her bodyguard—but that bodyguard was not a good thing, anyway, he succeeded in the second operation, his niece Died in the fire that exploded at the manor."

He took a sip of water and said: "As for why I know so clearly, because at that time his commission was released to the dark net through Meteor Street, and now everyone outside thinks that the eldest lady of the Morrow family died in a gangster attack." , no one knew that it was his conspiracy."

"Even the elders in the Morrow family who didn't agree with him..."

Speaking of this, Sirio deliberately paused for a few seconds, and said meaningfully: "Later

He was also recognized, and everyone "knew" that Satri Moreau was a man who valued friendship and cried bitterly when he heard the news of his niece's death. "

So what if everyone understood his true nature?

Morrow itself is a Mafia family, and it is normal for people in the dark world to be cruel, even if it violates the regulations, as long as Satri does enough concealment and does not expose it...

Then this thing can also be true.

"As for the tragic death of the eldest lady..."

Sirio's eyes fell on the glamorous Satri, shrugged his shoulders, and said the truth, "No one will remember it in two or three years."

This meeting has come to an end, the managers in the front row discussed in a low voice and then nodded unanimously in favor of Satri Moro's proposal. If there is no accident, the Moro family will soon be able to sign a contract with Meteor Street.

"..." The pen lying on the table rolled up, as if it was suddenly knocked away by some restless force, and hit the ground with a slap.

At the same time, the lights in the conference room flickered.

All the people present felt a creepy fear from the bottom of their hearts, and it was fleeting, leaving only a faint tingling pain on the surface of the skin.

The experienced telekinetics immediately tensed up, but they didn't suspect the manager's side, they just guessed that outsiders had sneaked in.

Sirio shook subconsciously, immediately smoothed the goose bumps on his arms, and frowned at you: "Hey, what are you doing..."

Before the words fell, he was startled, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

I saw you buried your head and slowly covered your face with your hands.

You can vaguely see those black eyes between your fingers, with a faint purple glint in the shadows, a warm smile on the corner of your lips, and an indistinct voice overflowing from your throat.

"..." Sirio didn't hear clearly, and leaned slightly: "What did you say?"

The overhead light suddenly went out with a snap, and the corner you were in suddenly dimmed. At this moment of alternating light and dark, Sirio finally heard your soft murmur clearly.

"So it is."

The conversation between the Moro family and Meteor Street went smoothly. Satri Moro was arranged to live temporarily in a villa in the third district. Next, he will discuss with the elders of the council to determine the final cooperation plan.

He loosened his tie, opened the door and entered the bedroom.

There was no one in the room at first, but just as he turned and closed the door, a force grabbed the back of his neck, and then he flew into the air and fell hard onto the bed.

Satri's heart tightened, thinking it was the guy who hijacked him to take the money, and while cursing Meteor Street as a broken place, he planned to ask for mercy.

But before he could speak, his hands were wrenched off with two clicks, and the strength of his throat did not decrease but increased, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.

"Heck... cough!"

Couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He could barely squeeze out this weird tone of extreme pain.

An unfamiliar female voice sounded above his head: "I always thought that the two attacks were caused by other gangsters? ?The Dao family, so I never thought of killing you."

"My dear uncle."

Satri, whose face was buried in the pillow, froze.

His eyes widened in horror.

Next, the female voice spoke out more and more details. He almost thought he had an auditory hallucination, but the severe pain in his body told him that this was the absolute truth. His heart began to grow cold, and he struggled vigorously.

But although the hand holding him was slender, it possessed infinite strength, which made him unable to resist at all. He could only lie here like a dead dog, letting the hand holding him get tighter and tighter.

"I really didn't expect that you would personally contact those families to attack the manor, just for the ridiculous inheritance."

The female voice came with the frost and snow in the deep winter.

There was a faint smile hidden in the biting coldness.

With her other hand she slowly drew something, like a dagger, for the sound of sharp blades scraping against the knife.

The iron was gradually unsheathed, and the sound of clanking and rubbing was like a long delay.

"Uncle, I remember every injury on Margo's body."

The cold dagger was pressed against Satri's lower back, he had almost guessed his fate, he struggled desperately, his throat made a sharp and inflected sound, as if he still wanted to say something.

"Its blood ran in through the crack of the door and stained the carpet red."

But the female voice didn't want to hear it at all.

And he will never have any chance to speak again.

The sharp dagger stabbed hard into the back of the waist, and vague pain came out suddenly, and the blood instantly soaked the shirt, and the bloody smell quickly gushed out along the blade, permeating the closed room.

"do not worry……"

This female voice suddenly became extremely gentle, overlapping with the helpless young lady who was holding a book and reading carefully, but the sharp blade penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.

"I will try my best to let you die as soon as possible."

……

The inner area of ​​Meteor Street will be open even at night, and the salesperson at the convenience store will ignore the blood on your clothes and say goodbye with a smile: "Welcome to come again next time."

You returned to the house with a few cans of the specialty fruit wine in Moligu City, summoned Margot, looked up at the majestic red wolf, bent your eyes, and smiled softly at it: "Look at what this is. "

You used to drink some fruit wine, but you couldn't drink too much every day.

When Margot was young, she would sneak into the wine cellar of the manor, and sneak out while the maids were not paying attention, biting the wine jar, but she was caught on the spot while running, and you couldn't straighten up laughing.

It will usually lie down at your feet depressed, and let out a long snort from its nasal cavity, which is used to express its dissatisfaction with you laughing at it.

At that time, you would rub the back of its neck affectionately, then hug it and put it on your lap, comforting it softly.

After that, you never touched fruit wine.

The jar is not convenient for Margot's current size, so you lift the jar, pour the fruit wine into its mouth, and ask with a smile, "How is it? Has the taste changed from before?"

The red fur is wet by the spilled wine, and the mellow smell is in the air, which is a familiar smell.

It lowered its head and rubbed against you, whimpering and flicking its tail.

You also took a few sips, savored carefully, then nodded and said: "Well, I also think the taste is exactly the same as before."

It gets down on its knees, and its golden animal pupils are watching you quietly.

You lean on it as before, drinking the fruit wine slowly, and you swallow the mellow and rich wine with the coldness of Meteor Street.

The night on Meteor Street is very cold.

A cold, dry wind blows constantly from the Gobi Desert outside.

Obviously, the power of thoughts flows in the limbs and bones, which can resist the cold, but you feel that your limbs are getting colder and colder.

Since summoning Margodi back as a mind beast, you seem to have fallen into a state of self-deception.

Think that it is really resurrected and can be with you forever.

The shape of the beast is limited, and Margot's body will never grow any more. It does not need to eat, drink, or sleep, and even the time to accompany you every day is limited.

And it wasn't even the enemy who caused all this.

It's your uncle.

You raised your face and swallowed your tears with the wine.

You let go of your hand suddenly, and the wine jar fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces. Your eyes flashed faintly, and your breath was blocked by emotion.

"Sorry, I couldn't protect you."

Heat gushed out of your eyes, wet your eyelashes.

The red mass you hugged was like a flame hunting and burning, and it was also soaked by your tears, and there was endless sadness in your voice.

"Sorry……"

The red wolf suddenly panicked and rubbed against your face, you hugged it even harder, your vision was blurred, but you smiled on your face: "It was painful at the time, but I couldn't do anything."

"I should have protected you, I should have protected you."

You smell the familiar smell of Margo's body, like dust, like sunshine, which can give you a sufficient sense of trust, but you feel more and more sad in your heart, with intermittent choked sobs overflowing from your lips and teeth.

"I didn't do it... I didn't do anything..."

Margot turned around in a hurry, her long kiss lightly pressed against the back of your neck, and there was a grievous and worried whine from her nasal cavity, which sounded so pitiful that you had to raise your head to gently stroke its head.

It took the opportunity to come over and quickly licked away the tears on your face. The barbs on the tongue pricked the skin, and you suddenly regained a sense of reality.

Under this hazy moonlight, those dark golden beast eyes are not at all ferocious, but the supposedly brutal giant monster is willingly wrapped around its neck, and lies docilely by your side.

You buried your face in the fur, the night wind on Meteor Street made your cheeks dry, but your nasal cavity was sore again: "Now let me protect you, we can go to many places together, even if we are in danger, it doesn't matter."

"I can do it, and I can kill people. Just now I killed Satri Moro with my own hands. No wonder Linna said that he died on Meteor Street ten years ago, which means now."

Margo answered with a low hum, turned her head, and put her head in the crook of your neck, which was a gesture of wholehearted trust.

You said softly, "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

The ninth district of Meteor Street.

In an old bungalow on the edge of the street.

Ku Luoluo and Xia Ke were talking to Wo Jin and Nobunaga who had just met. These two guys are from the strengthening department, and they speak and do things very straightforwardly. They are very good partners for cooperation.

It was late at night, Ma Qi had already gone to bed, and the knight also decided to live here temporarily today, playing cards with Xinchang Wojin.

Kuroro read the book by the light in the room, just finished turning the last page, covered his lips with one hand and meditated, raised his face slightly, and looked through the transparent window to the location of the tenth district.

After a while, he suddenly stood up.

"Kurolo?" the knight asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Kuroro nodded calmly: "Well..."

He clamped the book in his arms, "After reading this book, go back and change another one before coming here."

"Oh that's fine."

Xia Ke said indifferently, "Anyway, she shouldn't be at home today."

He judged based on his usual experience. Every time you attend a meeting, you don’t come back until the next afternoon. This time it will probably take longer.

Kuroro shares his opinion.

but……

He suddenly thought of the smile he saw during the day, his eyes darkened, and decided to go back now for no reason.

Anyway, I have to change the book, Kuroro thought.

But when he returned to that house.

The real situation was completely different from what he had guessed.

There are a few empty wine cans in the corner of the yard. You sit against the wall and look up at the bright stars in the sky.

The night sky in the Gobi Desert is much more beautiful than the night sky in the city.

Generally speaking, when you are in the yard, you will have the red wolf by your side, but I don't see it now, it should be because the summoning time is up.

Thinking this way, Kuroro slowly approached, his eyes froze.

Those dark eyes widened unconsciously.

Under the dim moonlight, you quietly look at the night sky, your eyes are a little blurred and confused, and your whole body seems to be wrapped in unbearable sadness, and even a little touch feels extremely bitter.

His hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, and he walked in front of you step by step, met your eyes, and took a slight suffocation of his gentle breathing.

You suddenly noticed him, the wrapped sadness pried open a small gap, raised the corners of your lips, and said something to him.

From the troublesome meeting to the cream in the cake shop, there is no logic, and finally to the fact that the fruit wine in Maurigou is really delicious.

Kuroro said, "You're drunk..."

You startled slightly, and raised your hands to hold your face. It was hotter than a fever, and you knew without looking that your face must be completely red now.

"really weird……"

After the brain gives an order, your body always has to pause for two seconds to react, which is slower than a robot in disrepair.

You suddenly laughed: "Obviously I used to drink well."

Kurolo said, "Really? It's hard to see."

Now your whole body is hot, only your face is hot, and your hands and feet are even colder. You leaned against the wall with little strength, and stretched out your hand to Kuroro: "I don't want to sit here anymore... give me a hand."

He stared at you for a few seconds, then put the book in his arms on the ground.

Just as he stretched out his hand, you suddenly grabbed his palm and yanked it while he wasn't paying attention. The boy rushed forward, quickly pressed one hand to the ground, and immediately adjusted his posture to stand firm.

"..." Kuroro glared at you unhappily.

You still held his hand, then laughed happily, tilted your head slightly, and said incoherently: "The strength is not bad, can you protect others? I think it should be possible."

There's no point in arguing with a drunk.

Thinking like this, Kuroro decided to keep this matter in his heart first, and then leaned forward, trying to pull out the hand that was being held.

However, just as he bent down, you suddenly raised your arms, and then hugged the little boy into your arms. The thoughts in your mind were chaotic, and you subconsciously buried your head on your immature shoulders.

The body hugged in his arms stiffened instantly.

The ink fragrance of the scroll is wrapped in the unique cold feeling of Meteor Street. You tighten your arms, as if you are saying to him, or to other people: "I can protect you now."

Kuroro's gaze quietly froze, staring straight at the end of his field of vision, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment.

Suddenly, his fingers moved slightly, and hesitantly curled up a little.

The smell of mellow fruit wine kept pouring into his breath, but what was even more striking was the wet and warm feeling from his shoulders, as if liquid was constantly seeping into his clothes.

is crying?

The boy was stunned for a few seconds, which was rare, and slowly lowered his eyes to look at you. The thin moonlight fell on the black hair, and the boy's voice was suppressed very low.

"Lucia?"