If it wasn't for the need to save the little bit of face I had, I would have turned around and left on the spot!

Or just rush over and turn this room into a crime scene!

If a fish cries, the water knows; if I cry, who knows?

"Yo~" Zaizi saw me walk in, took the time to turn his gaze from the notebook to me, and greeted me.

...What are you talking about!

How did you get here?!

How did you know I was here?

It's ridiculous.

It's not that I didn't think about being exposed. It's because I thought about it that I lived in Honghei. With my character setting, the probability of being discovered by Chuuya himself is the highest. I even thought about using some of Aramatsu's settings to fool the simple Chuuya!

Even if it ends up getting to Mr. Mori, by then I will have already made Chuuya's feelings lean towards me, which will become a card of mine, and I will also lose my current status as a human being.

If I had acted harmless enough - if I had not gone beyond Zaizi Honzai - Mr. Mori would not have been able to resist my temptation.

By then, I will eat and drink among the gangsters in Hong Kong, look for opportunities, and maybe go back one day.

But my plan definitely does not include a direct confrontation with Zaizi - and in such an unexpected situation; and in such a socially suicidal environment!

"What an interesting book." Zaizi raised his hand holding the book and gestured to me, "I didn't expect Huang Batu to have such ability..."

——Shut up, please don’t discuss the contents of the book with me like this!

The lady in the picture book just wanted to play with the colors, so she used the unknown nature of Huangba Tu to do a lot of "fancy tricks". This is not for you to learn, hey!

And this little drama about having children is just a figment of our imagination!

Juejuezi.

I forced myself to calm down and chose a seat farthest from the bed.

Standing still made me feel even more uncomfortable, so I chose to sit sideways to cover half of my body.

Zaizi smiled and his eyes returned to the notebook, as if he didn't care at all about my appearance.

...Hey, can you say something?

Please don't ask me to expand on the topic.

I'm really scared that you're smiling without saying anything.

Subconsciously, I wanted to take out my cell phone from my pocket and lower my head to find something to do.

But when I took out my cell phone, I remembered that it couldn't connect to the Internet. It was a new phone and I didn't have any interesting pictures, novels or comics saved on it, so I could only look through the basic settings.

Before I came up, I should have asked for the Wi-Fi password from the front desk instead of giving up because I had to change places!

On my empty cell phone, I read the Japanese words one by one, treating it as a learning lesson.

I guessed and thought I could divert my attention.

But when the butcher glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, I simply couldn't ignore that living person!

Do you understand the feeling of being in a situation with strangers and feeling like someone is looking at you, and you want to look up to confirm, but are afraid to meet the other person's eyes?

That's me now!

Honestly, if he doesn't say anything, I'm going to lose my defense.

"Well, you know what? I received a call from Italy this afternoon." Zaizi may have finished flipping through the book I bought - or rather, he had finished flipping through it again, and finally ended my psychological torment.

Um, wait?

Which phone number are you talking about?

"Chūya is not tall, but he has a loud voice. He spoke a lot into my ear. He said I stole his card again. He also said he would give me a good beating when he came back."

My hair stood on end. The key time point: this afternoon.

Could it be that those entries were directly made on Chuuya's card?

Shouldn't the bill be sent at the end of the month, quarter, or year?

How did they do that? A stunt from the anime world? Or am I just too ignorant?

Although I undoubtedly intended to let the butcher take the blame for me, it is not right for me to directly put it in front of the real owner like this!

Besides, Zaizi, did you open your third eye to get here in just half an afternoon?

Don't you even give me a chance to transfer?

If I had known I should have brought the pillow with me today, or at least taken the notebook with me!

I was wrong. I only knew to hide the notebook in the pillow. I thought the impact of the pillow was big enough. Even if it was discovered, people's attention would only be on the pillow. Therefore, the most dangerous place is the safest place. There is no problem hiding the notebook in it.

But I never considered it. I thought the other way around. There are always people in this world who don’t play by the rules and who predict my predictions.

I will definitely carry it with me from now on and never be lazy again!

I beg the world to give me a chance to reform!

"You said..." Zai Zi suddenly smiled even more, "What's going on?"

I was startled by his last upturned note.

Just treat it as a dream. I woke up for a long time but still dared not move.

What is this, a chance for me to come clean?

Forget it! If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you shrink your head, you'll get a knife too!

I bumped into Zaizi's line of sight - or should I have, I looked over there based on my sense, and then pointed at the shopping bag I had thrown on the ground.

You see, it’s because of this pile of stuff on the ground.

Oh, and this phone.

I shook my new phone at Zaizi.

Zaizi didn't comment and stuffed the notebook into his pocket - his windbreaker pocket was bigger than the pocket of my cosplay costume!

Then, he picked up the pillow on the bed, with the panties exposed facing the front - the two heads looked at me like this.

It's spiritual pollution!

"Don't you have anything to explain?"

I stiffened my neck and said, "As you can see."

What's there to explain? Do you want me to tell you that I'm greedy for your body?

Be careful or you'll end up like me.

I'm doing this for your own good, please don't take it any further.

"All right."

Ah this...are you really letting me go?

I became more and more uneasy, and my heart was getting even more nervous.

"Let me put it another way—" Zai Zi changed the subject, which made me feel relieved. Cheer up, myself! Why did I suddenly become masochistic? Why did I feel strangely relieved when being questioned? "—Who are you? Using the face of that little slug?"

Is it Chuuya who is the first person you care about, not the pillow?

I got it, I got it!

I licked my upper lip, and was about to imagine a concept of some parallel universe - the kind that would be ideal if I could kill someone with a knife.

He then added: "Little slugs are not that tall. They are already 22 years old and will not grow any taller."

Phew—I pressed my lip lines to prevent myself from laughing.

This kind of ↗↘ tone really reminds me of goosebumps. I didn't feel this way before. I used to be very happy with Zai Zi's weird tone.

Is this a rebuke to the Prime Minister?

There is no room for two butchers in one city.

As the conversation started, my body relaxed and I leaned against the back of the chair, saying, "How did that traitor find his way to the Hong Kong underworld?"

I took over the reins.

"Guess?" Zai Zi squinted and smiled.jpg

Humph, who doesn't know how to squint?

I imitated his expression and said, "Do you want me to guess?"

Ahaha, this is a classic middle school game. Have you ever played it?

Zaizi has definitely never played it, after all, he probably didn't have much of a childhood. When he was still a little kid, he was kidnapped by Sen Tou Tou. He completed the process from darkness to darkness - there was finally some light, but it was extinguished.

Even the parallel world is not stable...

Oh my god, as an excellent literary man, I have started to cut myself again.

I feel so sad. Zaizi would get hurt if he touched cotton. He should stop thinking about the script and think about something happy.

I'm looking back at my few experiences of time travel. Quick - is there any case study I can refer to?

"'Guess, I guess, do you guess or not' - it's easy to answer, but if you keep asking like this, it will never end." Zaizi's long legs crossed in a different direction.

I guess he was hiding the numbness in his legs.

It's really easy to get numb in your legs if you cross your legs.

"To be honest, there is nothing I cannot find out. You should know it best, right?"

I was startled and realized something was wrong.

Oh my god, this guy is starting to think!

This is a sign of brain damage!

No, I can't give him the chance to write his own script and add his own evidence.

The five cats have already taught me a huge lesson!

Say something simple and blunt, but still coherent.

Let’s get down to business!

My brain was working rapidly, quickly eliminating all the scripts involving knives - why did I see so many scripts involving knife skills in the old Ford before!

Come to think of it quickly, my lady of sweet stories and pictures——or the official picture derivative of hanging up and beating the fanfiction——

I saw that Zaizi was about to open his mouth and talk to himself again.

The plot about the daddy coming back from the dead in the previous world gave me a flash of inspiration. Sure enough, it is easier to use quantum mechanics and parallel universes to come back from the dead.

When you are undecided, just rely on the book to decide!

However, I was a little nervous, and then my head twitched, my throat trembled, and I blurted out, "Daddy."

Ahhhh, it’s not daddy, it’s daddy’s script!