little angel chasing his wife

After I came to the ministry, I dumped Alan to Derek and the others. Alan naturally protested in various ways, but how could Dominic be a fuel-efficient lamp.

He really deserves to be a fierce general in my department. I watched Dominic restrain Allen to death with relief. He is almost everyone's nemesis.

The expulsion department Allen entered a strange state of petrification because of Dominic's bad words. I got closer and found that he had been muttering something like "I'm so bad".

"The idiot over there is finished." Dominic pushed his eyes, and looked at me with unclear eyes. "Is the minister going to leave all the work to us now and sneak away?"

I did it so unobtrusively that I was discovered? !

Eh, no, my real purpose is not to shirk work...

I was almost entangled by Dominic, and I stood still in front of Dominic. His stinky face, which looked like someone owed him millions, was hard to ignore, but once you saw it, you would be caught by him. stare.

Fortunately, my psychological quality is not bad, and it’s okay to be stared at, but the faces of the members who passed by me were not very good.

"Hangover?" My head still hurts a bit, and a series of things this morning made me feel headache even if I didn't have a hangover. "Didn't Sophie buy you an anti-alcoholic medicine?"

Although I sometimes don't know how to look at people, the couple Dominic and Sophie have become more and more obvious recently, so that I don't dare to give Sophie too difficult tasks or say too heavy words, otherwise At that time, there must have been a killing light covering me. At present, nearly 80.00% of the members of the Ministry have been covered by this light.

"Don't mention Sophie to me." Dominic turned his head arrogantly, "I quit!"

...Is this a bad joke?

"Hahaha..." I laughed dryly, "Good joke, Derek taught you?"

"Don't distort other people's meaning casually, and Mr. Minister, you haven't said why you are sneaking away?" He immediately put on a super unhappy face, as if I owe him millions...

"When did I say I was going to sneak?"

"Need to talk about sneaking?" Contemptuous eyes.

That's right... There is really no need to say about sneaking, just sneaking away...

"I didn't intend to sneak away. I just encountered some troubles and I need to act alone for the time being." This is not the first time that a situation like this has occurred. Dominic and the others should be able to understand, "Alan's protection work will be entrusted to you Although nothing will happen in the near future, but just in case, we still can't relax."

"What if that guy wants to find you?" Dominic stretched out his hand to push his glasses, a bright light flashed quickly, "Can you use any means to stop it?"

It's impossible for my subordinates to be so ghostly!

Although I want to protest like this, past experience tells me that this guy can really do it...

by any means...

Before I left, I poked my head outside the door. Alan's petrified state hadn't been touched yet, but it seemed to be recovering.

Hope this guy can be smarter...

My teacher is a person who doesn't even have a name, and also a person who doesn't have any conscience that a normal person should have.

To be honest, I'm not sure about dealing with such a person.

No matter how perverted my past goals were, there were still some things I could handle, but I never understood him, teacher, and never dared to observe him for too long.

When I was still studying under him, he once loved a Persian cat very much. Under his pampering, the cat was also raised very arrogantly, with smooth and bright fur. its fur.

However, one day the cat disappeared. I tried to find it with the mentality that it was the teacher’s favorite pet, but there was no trace of the cat. Back with a smile, he sat on his usual armchair, then took out a fluffy and fresh cat skin from his coat, and began to fondle it intoxicatingly.

Even thinking about that scene now still makes my spine tingle, that feeling of fear is all because of that terrifying man that people can't understand.

The reason for the horror is because no one knows what he wants to do, he doesn't want any wealth and glory, he just enjoys the desire in his heart.

In the future, I have to stay away from this man no matter what. After graduation, I told Yimil the same way, but what I didn't expect was that the teacher had his eye on me.

But it's really not surprising, he once said that people like me would be fun to kill.

It's just that at that time, he still said to himself that he couldn't do it, he had to be patient, but now it seems that he doesn't need to be patient anymore.

I have been walking outside alone for three hours, but I have no feeling of being followed at all. If it is a teacher, this is not unusual. He always has abnormally high requirements for his actions. Be careful of the mistake of stepping a little too hard, he will even stab his palm with a dagger when he is annoyed and angry.

But I was thirsty after walking for three hours, so I approached a nearby coffee shop, ordered a cup of coffee and sat down by the window.

If I were a teacher...

In the case of being deliberately discovered by the target, hiding is actually not necessary. Perhaps his strategy is to arouse the target's sense of terror first. He succeeded in this, and now I feel my heart is tense.If hiding is not necessary, then he doesn't have to follow me all the time, maybe he can also sit in a coffee shop and take a rest after a few laps like me...

"You still like to empathize so much." The other party opened the chair and sat opposite me, watching the waiter bring me a cup of coffee, a super large glass of milk and a small saucer of sugar cubes, "but you forgot one thing thing," the unpleasant laughter sounded, "this kind of empathy is only applicable to normal people."

"But you are still sitting in front of me," I stretched out my hand and poured the whole glass of milk, then threw sugar cubes into the glass one by one, the white lumps and the light coffee-colored liquid collided and made a pop , the later piece will collide with the previous piece and make a crisp clicking sound, "This shows that my thinking is still correct, at least not completely wrong."

The boundary between the palm and the back of the hand on the side of the little finger became cold, and two drops of blood fell into the cup one after another, blending with the light coffee-colored liquid, blurring a small dark area.

"But it's not like you're here for coffee." All this happened so quickly that no one else in the store noticed what was going on here. The teacher sitting opposite me was playing with the dagger that scratched me, His angle was very tricky, and people who didn't know it thought he was handling the silver-plated spoons that can be seen everywhere in toy shops. At this time, if someone passed by the window, he might be able to spot it, but he would not make such a low-level mistake.As long as there is a little black shadow reflected on the glass, he will silently retract the dagger, "Don't you think coffee tastes better this way?"

The wound on my hand started to hurt. I retracted my hand and took the napkin beside me and pressed it gently. The white napkin was soon stained with red spots.

"The premise is that it's not my own blood." That cup of coffee is undrinkable, and it seems that there will be more troubles besides a cup of coffee, "Besides, I don't like coffee with fishy smell."

"Obviously the nose is used to it," the figure outside the window disappeared in a flash, the dagger was put away by him, he stood up, and left me with a meaningful look, "It's just that your heart is still resisting, My dear student Eve, when will you give up resistance?"

The coffee has been sitting for a long time, and it was already cold when I reached out to hold the cup.

When I was about eight years old, I met my teacher.

At that time, I was just preparing afternoon tea as usual, and Ymir would come back later, so I made it very carefully.

The aroma of the fully brewed black tea leaves is very attractive. I pour the filtered tea liquid into the teapot, arrange the teacups and walk to the hall with the tray.

There was a person leaning on the sofa, playing with a dagger in his hand. At that time, I was completely unaware of the possible danger. I just thought that this person had a very ordinary face, and his temperament was not like those nobles, so I asked him who he was with a plate.

At that time, there were not as many maids in the house as there are now, and the old housekeeper was checking the housework in the backyard. The teacher at that time looked at me with no expression. I made him a cup of tea, but he took the tea. After drinking it, he suddenly started laughing. The laugh was very loud at first, and then gradually suppressed, hidden deep in the throat, the weird emotions in it were creepy.

Then he said something.

You are very good.

After saying this, the teacher left. I don't know what happened, but when Ymir came back, his face was ugly. He didn't drink tea, and he didn't praise my craftsmanship as usual, but just held me tightly. hands, repeatedly saying don't be afraid, don't be afraid...

Then the teacher came to my house again. For the first time, Ymir looked at others with wary eyes. He hugged me tightly, but he could only let me go under the teacher's smiling gaze.

I was taken away and started a hellish trip with a group of children. Perhaps it was even more unfair to those children, because they trusted me so much, but I, who made such a promise so swearingly, became a betrayal their guy.

In fact, I had another choice at that time. If I could choose to accept everything and make up for the harm I caused them, my life would stop at that moment.

but……

"Welcome to come next time." The smiling waiter shouted loudly when I went out. The sky outside was still bright, and it wasn't a depressing weather, but I still couldn't be happy.

I can hurt, betray, be cowardly, selfish...do all kinds of bad things, but I can never die.

Because there is still Ymir, he lives so painfully because of me, the only thing I can do is to accompany him and live with him.

Therefore, you must not die here.

Whether it's despicable, vicious, or murderous, in order to survive, you must have blood on your hands...

Once I was overwhelmed and self-sacrificing, trying to find a little redemption, and that's when I saw Alan.

He is such a bright person, everything about him is displayed in front of your eyes, you can easily understand everything about him, and you can easily be attracted by him, and then follow him involuntarily.

But now I have my own way to go, and I will be separated from him after all.

Because the two lines that only meet occasionally, there will be no second chance to meet, and they will only get farther and farther away until they have nothing to do with each other in the end.

The author has something to say: How do you feel that the more you write this chapter, the more negative energy you get...I feel like a super dark person at the end of writing...