Chaoying meets Two-dimensional [Comprehensive]

A man can do anything in a moment of rage.

Christine can tolerate everything, except breaking the law, killing people and stealing goods is zero tolerance. After learning about those people's crimes, the only way to get angry is to blow them up.

For the first time, she hit his head on the ground and sent him to prison with her own hands. At that time, she never thought that he would see the sun again and make trouble again.

He caught her off guard.

He panicked for a moment, and his anger gave birth to the idea of ​​​​brainwashing him.

She stopped before putting it on him.

Like a robot that suddenly loses power.

Who is she?

Aside from those long prefixes, she is the default second-generation Avenger, the default superhero reserve.

She is not a hydra, and she cannot deprive others of the right to think freely.

She remembered the pain of Sergeant Barnes.

She had read the Declaration of Independence.

Even if a person commits a heinous crime, what is she?Why should she punish and judge?Even her beating behavior is so emotional, it is totally untenable in law.

Can Christine Munro, who was still in college a year ago, be able to wash away a person's past memories with his own hands?

Has she finally looked directly at the abyss and been assimilated by the abyss?

Christine felt cold all over.

Gin suddenly laughed.

He was picked up from the bed by Christine. This guy didn't know what was wrong. It was summer, and he just hung up his long windbreaker when he went to sleep at night, and he was also wearing a black turtleneck sweater and trousers. Don't be afraid to realize prickly heat.

That's why he didn't look embarrassed when he collapsed on the console, looking like a wounded wolf.

Christine came back to her senses, she remembered that he was one of the rare criminals under her hands who didn't beg for mercy.

She let go of his high collar and stepped aside with the gizmo, the sound of gin playing behind her.

"You dare not kill me, and you dare not control me."

Christine turned around: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"You should have killed me in the first place, but you didn't. After I escaped, I killed many people. Tell me, are you also responsible for this?"

"I am responsible, but I don't take the blame. Don't pour dirty water on me."

Qin Jiu snorted, "Whether you admit it or not, the direct cause lies with me, and the indirect cause lies with you. You still have a chance to make amends."

Both inside and outside the words are implying that Christine will kill him, but he is more convinced than anyone else that the Avengers will not kill people. In her subconscious mind, there is no option to kill people.

A desperado is also a smart person with a brain, this question is so difficult.

"Are you hesitating? After so long, it's still so hypocritical."

Christine raised her eyebrows: "Just like your cruel, suspicious and cold nature, no one has changed, so don't blame anyone."

As if choking on the gin, he didn't continue talking.

Christine put the little thing in her hand aside, dragged a chair and sat down, rubbing the space between her brows with her right hand.

Qin Jiu was blindfolded and couldn't see her appearance, but it seemed like he could see her irritability.

"I'm so touched."

She paused and looked up at him: "Are you crazy at last?"

She always has the ability to chat to death with a single sentence, and Gin Jiu has already learned that, no matter what she said, he continued to sarcastically: "The expression of the arbitrary avenger who is in a dilemma for me, unfortunately I can't see it now."

"Does it mean that if you kill the person who has something to do with you, your appearance of hypocrisy and justice will be torn apart?"

Christine said bluntly: "You can't do anything now, but you can dream."

"Oh, your cowardice will make the day come, and the nightmare will become a reality, isn't it fun?"

"Cowardly." She repeated the word softly, and through this word, she somewhat understood Gin's thoughts.

He felt that the Avenger was cowardly, so even though he was a prisoner, he looked down on her with a superior attitude.

She thought it was ridiculous.

"In your eyes, what is life?"

"Nothing."

She guessed the answer more or less, and she was not surprised. She said: "In my heart, the meaning of life is equal to freedom, but I don't think you can listen to it."

Christine made a decision, and she decided early on that she wouldn't show mercy.

She won't kill him, and she won't send him to prison at the risk of his escape again. This time, she will be his cell.

It's hard to tell right from wrong.

The night passed.

Christine used the toaster to toast according to the instructions and BB's guidance. She was in X Academy from childhood to high school, and she didn't have to prepare breakfast. The toasters she saw always showed that the bread would automatically pop up after baking. Buy hot dogs for breakfast at the convenience store downstairs.

She thought vicissitudes of life, the Christine who used to be indifferent to grains is gone forever, and now she is also a person who can use a toaster.

BB: Wake up, senior!You still can't tell the difference!

Ding--

The bread popped out.

The knife was pressed against her lower back.

The man's icy breath was right behind her.

Christine knew that it was time to test her real acting skills.

"Don't be shy, take a knife to your boss, don't you want salary?"

"........."

Lying on the bed alone, I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, my mind was empty, and I couldn't think of anything, including my own name.

That is undoubtedly a very scary thing, not knowing who is a friend, who is an enemy, and what to do.

He looked around his surroundings.

The room as a whole is in European style, the coffee-colored wallpaper design is low-key and luxurious, and there is a soft and comfortable carpet under the bed, which has a strange feeling when stepping on it.

The wind blew up the dark curtains, and he pulled the curtains open. As expected, he didn't close the windows. The morning wind blew in front of him, blowing away his long silver hair.

He looked into the distance, there were no guards below, not even a person, only green everywhere, and there seemed to be a lake not far away.

An environment in which people can live comfortably.

Very comfortable.

However, he only felt startled. His living environment should be cold, simple, and unobtrusive, which was incompatible with this place.

Why is he here?

He cautiously opened the door, his body was tense, there was no one in the corridor, he subconsciously looked up, he didn't know what he was looking for, he didn't see the small red light machine before continuing to go out.

It's just that I lost my memory, not becoming a fool.

He vaguely understood that he was looking for the monitor.

but why?

Who is he?

All the way down the stairs silently, the living room is even more spacious, the floor tiles are bright and full of bright light, a small animal is sleeping soundly on the sofa cushion.

For some reason, his face became more and more serious.

At this time, there was a sudden ding.

He walked over and saw a woman's back, filled with malice in his heart, quickly walked over and took the knife from the wall and put it on her back.

Without speaking first, he wanted to hear what she would say.

No matter what it is, it should not be accusations and threats. This awakens the strong and lonely in his bones. He is not a person who can endure, and he will explode immediately.

Unexpectedly, she didn't care about the knife on her back at all, turned around, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I don't care about you, here, the freshly baked bread is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

The fragrant and soft taste melted from his mouth, he was taken aback for a moment, and spit it out into the trash can without saying a word.

He can't eat food of unknown origin... It's murderous!

The white-haired girl in front of him looked at him quietly: "Mr. Kurosawa, I think your bodyguard has done his best."

He is a bodyguard and his name is Kurosawa Jin.

The name sounded familiar, and the bodyguard was in line with his cautious personality. For the sake of these two pieces of information, he decided not to stab her to death.

Kurosawa remained calm and said flatly, "I don't eat bread."

The girl had no expression on her face: "Oh, then you must be hungry." After finishing speaking, she bit a piece of bread and went out.

Emotional, not good at hiding.

Kurosawa put two labels on her, followed her away, and stared at her without blinking.

Who is she?

Christine sat down on the sofa, Fufu opened her eyes in bewilderment, stepped on her calf, ran to her lap and lay down on her stomach.

She touched Fufu, rubbed its long ears, and then went to get the laptop at hand. Kurosawa Jin stood behind her, condescending, and could see the content on the screen.

It seems to be a menu, what to eat, what is the effect of what to eat, and the things that cannot be eaten are clearly marked.

She's a nutritionist?

Dietitians are well paid

Kurosawa Jin: Stare at——

Christine could feel his cold gaze.

She was not pure light, she thought, nor a shadow of darkness, she was in the middle against both.

That's why she missed Wei Gong so much.

If there is a chance to meet again...be sure to give him a good meal.

Kurosawa Jin: Murderous!

Fortunately, he didn't stare for too long before the doorbell rang outside.

Christine was unmoved.

Kurosawa was indifferent.

The doorbell rang after a pause.

Christine looked back at Kurosawa and said nothing, but Kurosawa knew what her eyes meant—why didn't you open the door?

Kurosawa had a stiff face. He felt that this kind of work should not be done by him, but he was a bodyguard for others, so he couldn't let the boss do it.

He went to answer the door, and as soon as he went out, Christine received a call, saying that someone from the Metropolitan Police Department had come to make a statement and asked if she was at home.

She said someone had already opened the door.

and many more.

Metropolitan Police Department, police officers.

Gin, killer.

She pondered for a second, then rushed out.

After going out the door and ran a few steps, he saw Gin with his back facing him. He didn't open the door. There was a car parked outside the gate. In front of the car were two plainclothes policemen. One didn't know him, and the other...

Uncle policeman, it's you again!

Christine couldn't bear to look.

Amuro Toru is an undercover agent sent by the public security police to the Black Organization. He must know Gin Jiu, and Gin Jiu knows him. She also heard the two of them talking on the phone. Will he stimulate Gin Jiu's memory?

Thinking of this, Christine rolled up his sleeves.

Oh shit.

Another test of her acting skills.

The author has something to say: The new bodyguard Jin Kurosawa sleeps on Shuichi Akai's bed, uses his wardrobe, steps on his slippers, and wears his clothes

Xiuyi:? ? ?

Touzi: Obviously my first QQ

there will be

Vodka: Brother, I am your little brother Vodka

Gin: ? ? ?

Yesterday, I beat the ghost king (shot to death) and then wrote, my liver was too tired, so I fell asleep (Tu Xiazao) I can’t have breakfast, let’s eat it for lunch

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~