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Chapter 65 The Killer Isn't So Cold

There are no wide lace trims, no teddy bears, and no Hello Kitty.

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if I looked like a 7-year-old now, if I actually dressed in that style, I would probably have a mental breakdown.

Having considered all of this, Shiho Miyano, the young female scientist whose body had shrunk but whose mind remained just as brilliant, suddenly had another question.

Who changed him into these clothes?

At the same time, there was a sound coming from the door.

At first, the sound was very soft, but the person seemed to realize that Shiho Miyano was awake, so they deliberately made some noise.

Shiho Miyano turned around, looked up, and watched as Haruka Takato, who was less than 10 centimeters taller than her, walked up to her.

"Big brother, who are you?" Shiho Miyano suddenly asked with an innocent expression.

Gao Yuan didn't answer immediately, but instead squatted down, bridging the huge distance between them.

Shiho Miyano then noticed a mischievous smile in his eyes.

“I watched you turn into this in my arms,” he said, seemingly ignoring the question, “or perhaps this drug will cause your memory and intelligence to regress to that of a child?”

The emphasis on the word "intelligence" made Shiho Miyano quite unhappy.

“My seven-year-old intelligence is more than enough to deal with a murderer!” she quickly retorted, but realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.

Gao Yuan's smile was so wide it was almost overflowing.

“That’s good,” he said. “As a bachelor and a fugitive, I have no experience taking care of children.”

Shiho Miyano's first reaction was to retort, "Who asked you to take care of me?" But then she realized that it was indeed this person who had brought her here while she was unconscious because she had turned into a child, and had even changed her into suitable clothes. So she had to swallow her words of complaint.

Thinking about it more carefully, it's probably not just about changing clothes...

It was only then that Shiho Miyano noticed that there were cloth slippers of the same color as her pajamas by the bed. With a slight movement, she could also feel that she wasn't wearing nothing underneath the pajamas; she must be wearing children's underwear.

Well……

The genius young scientist's face visibly darkened.

At the same time, Gao Yuan spoke again: "What do you plan to do now?"

If I had a choice, I would definitely kill you first!

Shiho Miyano shouted the loudest in her heart.

I know it's definitely impossible.

The person in front of me, though he looks thin, is someone who can defeat two strong young men in one move.

The organization's principle for recruiting peripheral members is simple: strong limbs but simple mind.

They are simple-minded and easy to control, with strong limbs and high combat power. Whether they are causing destruction, escaping when things don't work out, or silencing witnesses when necessary, they have a great advantage.

"Ordinary people" like Shiho's older sister, Akemi Miyano, are actually the exception.

This "puppet master of hell" is estimated to be more than twice the average combat strength of the organization's peripheral members.

Let alone double the number, even if it were either Narita or Nishimura, a proper 18-year-old Shiho Miyano wouldn't be a match for them.

Seven-year-old Shiho Miyano was simply a servant.

So, medication...?

Shiho subconsciously touched her pockets, only then remembering that she had changed her clothes.

So, the medicine hidden in the clothes also...

Whether it's due to the effects of infantilization or not, Shiho feels that her thinking has become hopelessly sluggish lately.

In the current situation, he felt like meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others, powerless to resist.

Seeing Shiho's constantly changing expression, which eventually turned somewhat blank, Takato chuckled.

"If the energy supply is insufficient, even a genius's brain will shut down, right?"

"I wanted to ask you if you want to rest a little longer, or if you're already hungry?"

"I've cooked dinner. If you want to eat, just come out and eat."

After saying that, he got up and walked out the door.

It seems that this was exactly what he asked in the first place.

How could that be...?

Shiho shook her head, turned around, put on her slippers, and then walked out of the room.

Even if I'm still a bit slow on the uptake, I can't be wrong about the serious look on the other person's face when they ask "What are you planning to do?"

He...was he just deliberately misinterpreting the question because he was struggling with his own thoughts?

A murderer with humanity...

On the restaurant table were a few simple dishes and a large bowl of radish soup that looked very tempting.

Gao Yuan stood in the kitchen, an empty bowl in one hand and a rice scoop in the other, and called out, "How much rice do you want?"

Shiho paused noticeably for a moment, then walked into the kitchen with a dark expression and took the bowl and rice scoop.

Thank goodness, the bowl wasn't a children's bowl.

This kind of natural care made her extremely uncomfortable.

However, because she was feeling awkward, she didn't see the unease in Gao Yuan's gaze as he turned around.

Judging by her current appetite at her age, Shiho scooped out a small amount of rice from the bottom of the bowl, held it in both hands, and sat down at the table.

He waited until Gao Yuan also served the rice before picking up his chopsticks.

"I...I'm starting..."

"Uh, oh..."

Following Shiho's stammering voice was Takato's equally disjointed response.

Then the two of them buried this awkwardness in their rice bowls.

"Mmm!" Shiho's eyes widened as she picked up the first fried mushroom with her chopsticks.

The mushroom slices were just the right thickness, with the outer edges already slightly crispy, but when you bite into them, they still had that tender, juicy texture, and the deliciousness, no less than that of meat, immediately spread throughout your mouth.

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