Chapter 77
In the hall, Sigma finally broke the silence, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Your Excellency, what exactly do you want from me? I'm useless, and my powers have no combat ability whatsoever," he said, his words somewhat incoherent.
Fukuchi Sakura listened quietly, poured herself a glass of wine, and the liquid shimmered with tiny sparkles in the glass: "Sigma! You have no choice but to accept it. A qualified creator would not want a useless creation."
Sigma's eyes flickered slightly, and he clenched his fist tightly in his sleeve. He murmured, "It's you."
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Little Loli scooped up ice cream from the big tub with gusto, practically squeezing herself into the freezer on tiptoe. Fyodor had to hold her back from behind to prevent her from turning into an ice radish.
"Why don't you want to be with Nikolai, sir?" Fyodor asked, biting his fingers and looking at the little girl with a puzzled expression.
After luring the man away from the lobby, he attempted to hand him over to Gogol, while he himself could maintain control of the situation through surveillance.
As a result, when Xiao Luo heard that Gogol was taking her to find ice cream, she absolutely refused to agree and almost changed her mind and went to find Sigma again.
The little boy skipped off the refrigerator, grabbed a bowl of ice cream, and said seriously, "Dad, you don't understand. Guoguo's hidden identity is an evil ice cream terminator, a swindler who cheats people and has no sportsmanship. He—can't afford to play that game!"
"How did you arrive at that conclusion?" Fyodor pressed.
"He said an ice cream costs 5000 yuan!" Little Luo complained angrily to Fyodor. Before she finished speaking, she took a big bite of her ice cream and mumbled indistinctly, "Little Luo gave it to him, but he didn't want cash, he wanted a card. Ice cream is good, fruit is bad; money is good, fruit is bad. Dad, don't take him with you when you eat ice cream next time."
After biting his fingertip and pondering for a moment, Fyodor calmly looked up at the silver head that emerged from the ceiling.
"Hehe, this looks interesting. Feda, do you want to guess if the clown has ever done these things?" The other person said cheerfully with a bright, dazzling smile on their face.
It's clear that Gogol didn't do it. If he had really been in contact with Xiao Luo before, he wouldn't have reacted this way.
Fyodor calmly lowered his head and continued to observe the child. The child, who was happily eating, seemed to notice his gaze, looked up, and caught a glimpse of the head on the ceiling.
"Hmm..."
Gogol immediately froze, pretending to be lifeless.
"Hmm..." Xiao Luo bit her spoon and pondered for a long time before finally thinking of something. She exclaimed happily, "Daddy, look, it's Guoguo! He looks like he's been dismembered. Let's play Guoguo puzzle!"
Fruit Puzzle, ...
What kind of hellish game is this?
Fyodor was speechless for a moment, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Aren't you... afraid?"
Xiao Luo was surprised. "Afraid? Why would you be afraid?" The little girl frowned, racking her brains to figure out what she was afraid of.
Oh right, Guoguo has been dismembered, and the murderer is still here. Dad must be terrified.
Xiao Luo understood: "Okay then, let's find the murderer first, then play with Guoguo."
...Is it absolutely necessary to play with this fruit?
“Dad, believe me, Guoguo is so much fun, you’ll definitely play with it non-stop.” Seeing that her father didn’t believe her, Xiao Luo said confidently, “Come on, let’s find out who killed Guoguo first.”
Fyodor stood there, thinking for a full minute, still unable to understand how the topic had suddenly jumped to finding the murderer. He looked up at Gogol, who was still pretending to be dead on the ceiling, and felt his temples throbbing. Helplessly, he said, "Nikolai, stop fooling around."
What? Guoguo's soul is still in her head? Xiao Luo was surprised.
"Uncle Guoguo, who killed you?" the child asked excitedly.
First, he was falsely accused of being dismembered and killed, then invited to be given to Fedya for amusement. Gogol, who was watching the amusement below with great interest, opened his eyes with a smile, made a terrified face at the little girl, and said in a low voice, "Yes...yes..."
"Who is it!" The children below couldn't wait any longer.
Gogol pondered for a long time who he should persecute, but Shenwei had important matters to attend to and was not suited for doing anything bad.
Then, he turned his eyes to Fyodor, his voice plaintive, "Fyja, my dearest friend... why... ga."
Seeing Gogol disappear again, the little girl who had been jumping up and down with joy stopped and slowly turned her head to look at the black-haired youth who was pressing his brow with a helpless expression.
"What! The murderer impersonated my dad to deceive Guoguo! That's so bad, so incredibly bad!" The child's indignation was so fake it was almost unbearable. Her big, grape-like eyes darted around, secretly glancing at Fyodor. The little girl exclaimed loudly.
“Dad, I definitely believe you, you know me. This Guoguo is too stupid, he can’t even recognize a murderer. Let’s throw him in the trash can right away, and make sure no one finds him.”
Xiao Luo thought she was really too smart, she actually came up with such a good excuse in an instant, but she didn't expect that her father would still kill Guo Guo.
The little girl bid farewell to Gogol with a sorrowful expression, saying, "Uncle Gogol, may you rest in peace."
Gogol paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and disappeared into the ceiling. The next second, a white cloak swirled in front of Xiao Luo, and a silver-haired youth skipped and hopped out.
"Ta-da! Welcome to the Joker's - The Great Disappearance!"
"Wow!" Xiao Luo exclaimed in surprise, "Daddy, Guoguo has come back to life! We don't need to cover up the crime anymore!"
The person next to him twitched their lips slightly, remained silent for a long while, and then sighed. Even if he really did it, he shouldn't have said it to the other person's face after seeing them come back to life.
What to do? I'm so stupid and silly. Luckily, I came from a book, otherwise I wouldn't have survived this long.
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