"That's it," An Nan said, "You will be under house arrest in this building for the next few days."

If this is considered house arrest, then does giving us only one floor of space to move around count as solitary confinement... In order to save the eldest lady's face, no one in the restaurant made this complaint.

I don’t know whether An Nan had buried his chest in Qin Na’s heart and acted coquettishly, but their active area had indeed expanded from the bedroom to the entire high-rise building.

It was 8 o'clock in the morning. An Nan took them to the restaurant to have breakfast and discuss. From time to time, Sennheiser people of different races passed by. Perhaps they had received the notice, so they no longer looked at outsiders like cockroaches, and their eyes were as low as looking at clowns.

Breakfast is served on a take-away basis, with a wide variety of options. There are eighteen different ways to cook Lalafei alone, and it is likely that the local specialty Houttuynia cordata is added. Ash almost bit his tongue when he took a bite.

A very interesting point is that in Fanmula, the concept of "home" is very vague, or extremely expansive - for example, this building is a "home" with exclusive training floors, study floors, game floors, restaurant floors and even work floors. The Sennheiser people living in this building only have their own bedrooms. Except for sleeping and resting, they almost never return to their rooms, but go to specific floors according to their needs. For example, they basically go to the restaurant for meals and never order takeout, let alone cook by themselves.

No one has a home, but the whole building is everyone’s home, and even the entire Sennheiser area is your home.

There is no doubt that this kind of living area planning greatly saves resources and makes efficient use of space, and everyone's bedroom has become much larger, but the price... It seems that there is no price. At least it is very attractive to someone like Ash who is insulated from marriage. When he wants to be alone, he can be alone. When he doesn't want to be alone, he can go to the game hall to find a lot of friends. If he had such an apartment in his previous life, Ash felt that he could live there until retirement.

But the premise for public facilities to be so complete and rich is that there must be enough traffic, otherwise it will only cause huge waste and losses, just like when there are too many personal computers, Internet cafes have closed down and changed their business. In other words, the designer must ensure that residents will use these public facilities as much as possible, but this is almost impossible. Personal will and collective life are often contrary to each other. The significance of private ownership is to enable people to gradually break away from the constraints of the collective.

It is only in a family city like Fanmula that such a special social ecology can appear. The spiritual life of the tribe members is directly satisfied by the beauty mist, and their personal will is influenced by the family's reincarnation dreams. Their dissatisfaction and desire for reality are suppressed to the minimum, and they will naturally live like robots according to the procedures arranged by the family.

In a sense, Fanmoola may be one of the upgrade routes of the Gospel Society. After all, the residents of Azura still have immoral desires that need to be resolved by the Gospel, while the family residents of Fanmoola will not have evil thoughts at all because of breathing the beauty mist for a long time. Everyone is the best citizen. Under the influence of the family, work efficiency, pace of life, interpersonal relationships, and social engineering have reached the level of a national model city. Except that everyone will not have the idea of ​​"dissatisfaction", everything is very satisfactory.

However, foreign tourists do not come here to fill in questionnaires. They only care about whether their current status is living under someone else's roof or being a rare commodity.

However, An Nan did not explain any further, only saying "I will gather with you at 6pm, and you are free to do whatever you want before then", and gave them 500 Gospel Points.

From this moment on, the funeral office officially reached a strategic cooperation with Gospel. When encountering emergencies, the company can directly ask Gospel how to deal with them.

Ash asked, "Aren't you afraid that we will ask how to cancel the contract with you?"

An Nan: "I asked, 500 is not enough."

Watching An Nan and Pan Ji leaving, Harvey took out a cat grass cigarette, glanced at Liz who was still fighting with the strawberry ice cream, and took a bite without lighting it: "I am now worried that the mother and daughter will sell us out."

Yaxiu said: "Ann Nan is not that kind of person, right? I mean, the young lady is so greedy, she has spent so much time and effort on us, it is impossible for her to just give it up like that."

"But you can also see how big the gap is between her and her mother." The necromancer spread his hands: "If we use corpses as an analogy, the difference between them is as big as that between a charred corpse and a giant."

"To be honest, I don't think this is an appropriate metaphor for dinner time..."

"Really? I think it will make the food more delicious." Harvey said while holding a cat grass cigarette, "Don't look at how Annan and her mother are irreconcilable in prison, but her most important support now is still her blood relationship with her mother. As for the so-called blood relationship... My opinion is similar to Igula's."

"The purpose of all relationships is to allow those in a higher position to better exploit those in a lower position." The fraudster tasted the food leisurely. "Harvey is right. Annan does not have the capital to compete with Qinna. As for the contract between mother and daughter... Haha, we may not even be able to fully control the contract. How can we expect to restrain the Sanctuary magician?"

"Plus, Annan is still secretive and refuses to reveal his plan. Our situation is basically the same as Lala Fei's. It all depends on whether the chef's last name is Dolan or Sennheiser."

Liz was shocked: "Are we going to be eaten?"

"Do you like salted egg yolk or salt-baked?" Ash wiped the happy heavy cream from Liz's mouth with a tissue: "If you are afraid, don't eat so much. If you are too fat, you will be killed!"

"Then I'm not afraid. Dad is fatter than me, even fatter than Aunt Borgin."

"I am strong and sunny. How can a pretty girl like your Aunt Borgin compare to me?"

Igula was too lazy to pay attention to the father and daughter. "A strange city, xenophobic natives, secretive employers, and local security forces with ill intentions... Even in the blood moon, the only place that can gather these four suspicious elements is my hometown Feimeng City."

"What kind of hell on earth did you come from?"

"Anyway, let's investigate first." Igula stood up and picked up the plate. "I don't expect you to find out anything, but at least don't draw too much attention, especially the three of you. A suspicious man wearing a black robe in broad daylight, an aesthetic flaw whose taste closely follows the trend of the Abyss, an incompetent child who can only act cute and stupid, and Harvey and little Liz."

"If this happened in the Blood Moon Kingdom, I would sue you for personal assault," Ash said.

Harvey also left: "I'm going back to practice. Who wants to be my research material?"

Although the necromancer repeatedly assured that he would not do anything, it was clear that no one wanted to sleep in a coffin. After Harvey left, Ash looked at Liz, who shook her head and said, "I'm also very busy today. Dad, be good and go play with the other kids!"

"No, no, I just want Liz... Never mind."

Ash, who was full of childishness, couldn't resist the influence of shame. He acted half-coquettishly towards Liz and then changed the subject by asking, "What are you busy with as a kid? Leave the charge into battle to Aunt Borgin. Just remember to wipe your mouth after eating."

Liz looked at Ash seriously and lowered her head: "I'm not a child, Dad, have you forgotten that I'm here to take away the God's wish."

"Then you are just a greedy child who can't even wipe your mouth by yourself." Ash pulled her over and wiped her greasy mouth with a tissue. "This is a place that even your Aunt Borgin thinks is dangerous. You'd better stay in the room and don't run around."

Liz didn't say anything, but her face was full of the words "pretend to obey but secretly disobey". Ash exhaled: "I don't care about you either, but I have a contract to protect you - do you want me to accompany you?"

Liz said crisply: "No need!"

However, Ash shook his head: "I can't let you run around here alone. Even if I want to, the contract won't... Don't worry." He noticed that Liz pouted, "It's really hard to take care of a daughter in her rebellious period... Wait, I have a solution."

Ash snapped his fingers, and a suspicious wanted criminal in a black robe appeared beside him. Liz knew that this was Ash's substitute spirit, and asked in confusion: "Dad, you want the substitute to follow me? But the substitute only listens to your orders, and it won't kneel down even if I ask it to."

Why did you make it kneel down... Ash hesitated to speak, and finally decided to ignore this little thing: "This is not a simple stand spirit, but a combination of stand + command miracle - advanced stand!"

"What's so special?"

"The special thing is that I can give you the command authority, so you can command the Stand." Ash patted the Stand: "With it following you, I don't have to worry at least. And the Stand and I don't share vision memories, so you don't have to worry about your adolescent secret being discovered."

The "Command" spell is the reward given to Ash by the Amnesia Cabin. Ash lost the Anti-Sun Spell in the Amnesia Cabin, and obtained the Command Spell and the Secret Incarnation. Among them, the Command Spell and the Stand Spell are simply a perfect match at the level of a couple. Not only has the service scope of the Stand been greatly increased, but Ash can also rent out the Stand.

In the future, when he is away from all disputes, Ash only needs to rely on his stand to support himself and live a peaceful life as a useless person in society.

"Really?" Liz blinked and bent down to take off her shoes.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Ash said anxiously.

“I want it to carry me.”

"Then why did you take off your shoes?"

Liz scratched her head: "That's right! Although I am not touched by my father's love and care, but my father insists on bothering me, then I will go and sneak a substitute!"

"At this time, you just need to say thank you sincerely." Ash ruffled Liz's hair again, "Although I don't know why you are so anxious, but don't force yourself."

Liz looked up at Ash, and suddenly (^ω^) squinted her eyes and smiled: "Dad is finally willing to join me in taking the God's wish?"

"But don't force me." Ash said unhappily.

After leaving the restaurant with her stand-in, Liz took out her beloved little mirror and stared at herself in the mirror for a long time.

Little Witch: "Why don't we ask Dad for help! He's an adult, and more suitable for finding information about the incarnation of the gospel. And I also want to act with Dad—"

Black Butler: "Our little sister's arms are bent outwards. Is this her rebellious period?"

White Queen: "Lise, we can't reveal our secrets. Human nature cannot be tested. The only people we can trust are sisters. In terms of closeness, the witch is still our grandmother."

Little Witch: "Dad is not a grandmother!"

Kuroshitsuji: "But if you want to test his humanity, he might become our grandfather."

The little witch was shocked: "Ash is going to marry Grandma?"

At this moment, Diya suddenly said, "Lis, I am willing to trust your judgment."

When Diya said this, the other sisters were all shocked. Not only the Black Butler and the White Queen, but even the Red Death couldn't help but speak: "Diya, have you finally admitted that you have the same IQ as an eight-year-old child?"

Diya: "According to our division of labor, you, Liz, have the final say in reality, just like I am the undisputed big sister in the virtual world. You can completely decide the course of action in reality..."

Black Butler: "Pah."

As Liz's eyes gradually lit up, Diya said, "Just like you trust Ash, I also trust the Viewer and Sword Princess. But do you know why I went to the Trickster early in the morning to learn how to conceal secrets naturally?"

"Why?"

"Because if the secret is not revealed, nothing will change. If you keep the mask you have always kept, you can continue to enjoy the current interpersonal relationship."

The little witch was not convinced: "Even if I tell you, will there be any good changes?"

Diya: "Really? In the virtual world, the viewer may not care, but Sword Princess obviously values ​​the viewer much more than me; in reality, Ash may not have any bad intentions towards you, but he will definitely ask the Trickster and the Necromancer for help in order to help you. Even if he doesn't, those two will notice his unusual movements sooner or later... Those two may not really have any ill will towards us, but compared to us, they definitely care more about Ash, just like Sword Princess will protect the viewer and become my enemy."

"If Ash is willing to go against the Gospel for you, are you willing to do the same?"

Liz fell silent, and the White Queen, Black Butler, and Red Death did not speak either.

Liz: "Should I distance myself from my father?"

Diya: "No, on the contrary, you should continue to use Ash. This is our original plan. Take advantage of his kindness to you and induce him to help you, but you must not reveal our secrets."

"We would rather we use him than let him take the initiative to help us. The most terrifying thing about the gospel is that it can turn the good intentions of human hearts into the malice of fate."

"We have experienced too much of this sorrow in the tower. Those who tried to stop us from becoming holy have become a debt that our souls have to bear; those who were deceived and fooled by us, on the contrary, survived."

"Until the weaving ceremony is over, our love is a curse and our trust is poison."

The little witch was dejected: "So Liz can only become a bad witch who lies and takes advantage of others?"

"Yes." Diya: "We are all bad witches."

"I'm sorry." The White Queen suddenly said, "Not only did my sisters fail to let you live a happy life, but they made you bear all this."

"Hey, Shiro, what are you apologizing for?" Black Butler said, "It's obviously the witch's fault. What does it have to do with us?"

Red Death: "Just shut up, Blackie."

"It's okay!" Liz cheered up: "I'm your sister, I'm not that easy to knock down. A witch is a witch, I am a little witch!"

Liz turned to look at the stand-in, "Let's go find the library here..." As she spoke, a hint of pleading appeared on her face, "Can you hold my hand?"

Although she couldn't be honest with Ash, at least she could now act coquettishly with Ash's stand-in.

The stand-in glanced at her and reached out to hold her little hand.

The dejection on little Liz's face disappeared and she jumped around like a happy little rabbit.

"Come on, help me find the library floor."

"I'm so tired from walking. Just carry me on your back."

"Help me find out which books mention the Incarnation of the Gospel, and by the way, find books that tell about history thousands of years ago."

"I'm so sleepy, please move slowly."

"Can you sing?"

Ten minutes later, in the library, the stand-in took out the books that met the requirements, paying attention to the body movement so as not to wake up Liz, while humming a nursery rhyme with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a book on the bookshelf titled "Generations: The Endless Slavery of the Evil Nobles", and a complex light flashed across his empty eyes.