086, wrong wonderful picture

The early morning sun shone into the room through the small round window, and the single ** quilt squirmed a few times and poked out a head.

Although she was so tired, the biological clock still woke up Yin at eight o'clock every morning. She opened her eyes in a daze, and her limbs were about to crawl out of the quilt, but she was dragged back, "Oh" and was buried in the quilt again.

"Xiao Hei, let me go, I'm going to starve to death!"

"Hmm."

"Uh-huh, get out of the way. I'm going to have breakfast."

The quilt was lifted open, and Yin pushed away the black currant that was pressed on her body. As soon as she remembered, she found that her whole body was as sore and she couldn't use any strength. After working hard for a long time, she couldn't get out of bed, so she had to kick him in the quilt in frustration: "Xiaohei, wake me up!"

Blackcurrant didn't open his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go and get me breakfast!" Yin said angrily, "It's all your fault. I'm like being trampled on by a hundred elephants now. It hurts everywhere. Hurry up and get me food."

Blackcurrant was amused by her metaphor. He hugged and kissed her for a while before he was knocked out of bed by a pillow and obediently went to find food.

It's still early, and most of the people in the villa are still sleeping. Blackcurrant went to the kitchen to ask the maid for breakfast for ten people. He piled it up like building blocks, and then moved upstairs.

At the corner of the second floor and the third floor, Solandal yawned and sat on the window sill. Seeing him carrying a lot of food upstairs, he laughed and said, "Eat so much? What did you do last night?"

Blackcurrant ignored him as air, and Solandal continued to ask desperately, "Don't you thank me? Oh, I really have no conscience. In order to help you, I even said such objectionable words, but you are not grateful.

It was too noisy. Blackcurrant didn't sleep enough. He turned around with a swing kick. Solandal quickly shrank his head and dodged, and the stained glass window was kicked into pieces.

"You only do things for yourself, and I don't need to be grateful to you." The black gallon closed his legs, and the breakfast in his hand was still held steadily.

"You can't say that. After all, it helped you indirectly," Solandal leaned against the corner and said maliciously, "Even if you don't have to be grateful to me, you have to repay me, right?"

Blackcurrant thought for a moment, took a cup of coffee from the top plate and threw it over. Solandal smiled and grabbed it, and the coffee in the cup did not spill a drop. Thank you. I'm just thirsty." Solandal blew the hot coffee and slowly took two sips. Blackcurrant looked at it silently for a while and asked, "What do you want me to do for you? I owe you a favor three years ago, and now it's too late to ask for it."

Solandal shook his head with a sad face: "Do I look like such a small-bellied person?" I have always liked to help others. There is no contradiction in helping others. You are relieved, and I have also found fun.

"I count to three. One."

Sorlandal chattered: "People often can't find the real reason why geniuses do something. Maybe it's just because it's too boring. Some people will start observing from the seedling period in order to draw a rose..."

"Three."

"Wait!" Solandal reached out to stop him, thought about it and shrank back. "I have a little impression of the fire at the Hegway Military Research Institute. At that time, because many key figures died, they were handed over to General Sullivan to investigate. I happened to pass by and visited the survivors with the general."

Blackcurrant's sleepy eyes are half open: "Then?"

Solandal frowned slightly: "Many people mentioned that there was a bald man wandering in the central building before the incident, because he did not wear a work permit. The researchers came forward to question for safety reasons, and the answers were surprisingly consistent - he said that he was here to carry out special tasks. I want to find Luther Garway.

"..." Blackcurrant looked at him, "Do you want to ask who that person is?"

Solandal nodded with a smile: "Isn't it difficult? Ten years ago, it happened to be the time for you to leave the Parthian Legion. At that time, didn't you attract attention because of your brilliant achievements? I heard that you were also responsible for guarding the opening day of the Ark of Rest. They are unlikely to send an unknown person to make an ultimatum to Mr. and Mrs. Jiawei, so you may have seen this person on that opening day.

Blackcurrant was silent for a moment and said, "I've seen it."

Solandal almost stood up straight: "Who is it?"

Blackcurrant was not in a hurry to answer, but stared at his face for a long time and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Solandal said, and Blackcurrant went upstairs with breakfast: "I'll tell Suti about this. Don't worry about it."

"Hight!" Solandal chased him almost immediately. He pressed his shoulder. Blackcurrant showed no weakness and twisted his arm with his backhand. The two were short soldiers on the narrow stairs. Solandal was not the opponent of the black gallon from the gladiator at all. He couldn't attack, and his arms were cut back several times, almost breaking his shoulders. Joint dislocation.

But this is also self-fed. If you put a legal order and bondage from a long distance, you will not lose so fast and so miserable at all. Blackcurrant seemed to be a little surprised that he suddenly measured his strength and rushed up to fight with him. He firmly restrained his wrist and said, "Caring is chaos. Do you know that I have been waiting for this day for a long time?"

With that, he bent his knees and hit his chest and abdomen fiercely. Solandal was kicked down the stairs with almost no way to fight back, and fell between the broken glass that had just fallen.

"The next time you dare to instigate Yin to drink, it won't be a broken rib," Blackcurrant glanced at him coldly. "I will displace every spine of your spine."

After saying that, I went back to my room with breakfast.

Sorandall lay on the colored broken glass for a long time and did not move until the other guests on the third floor went downstairs for breakfast. When they saw someone lying under the broken glass window, they all showed a surprised look - the sun shined through the broken stained glass into the corridor, and the people lying on the ground looked quiet and elegant, completely It is an oil painting with a little violent beauty.

Suti was also in the crowd. She stepped forward in a squat, squatted down and tilted her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Solandal opened one eye and said frivolously, "Shh~ Don't you think this picture is beautiful? Broken, decadent, quiet... I can't help but suffocate in it. The pain I feel is like destroying a kind of beauty and shaping a new beauty. How many people can resist this extraordinary ** force?

The word "** force" made Su Ti suddenly remember what Haimerlin said last night. Her face changed and she turned around and pedaled downstairs.

The guests gathered around for a while and dispersed one after another. They saw a lot of crazy people.

"The pain that can be felt in person." Solandal closed his eyes again and continued to sleep in the warm morning sun.

After the party, most of the participants said goodbye at noon the next day. Mr. Blair sent his friends away, so he had time to care about the small new members - after all, the main members of this research association are a little old, and the youngest is also in their forties. Compared with them, Yin is too young.

"Halicover? Oh, oh, oh, that's a good day's sleep. Not to mention a young man, I'm an experienced drunkard. Once I get drunk, I can't wake up the next day. Haha~" Mr. Blair was easily deceived.

The chief priest White wiped the sweat on his forehead without regret: "I originally wanted to talk to Miss Yin about the dual-attribute dimension, but when I talked to a few friends last night, everyone was very interested. But there's nothing I can do. Health is the most important thing. There is no chance this time. You must come to the temple when you pass by Marco Polo in the future.

Blackcurrant glanced at him coldly and asked casually, "Are you hot?"

The chief priest White was stunned and wiped his sweat even more hurriedly: "Yes, it's really hot today. I'm going out to be cool. Alpha, dear old friend, I'm in a hurry. I have to go back in a moment. I really can't help it. I also want to enjoy two days here..."

"Didn't you say you would stay for a few days?" Mr. Blair asked strangely, "I also specially arranged the horse farm, thinking that everyone can go out to get some air, do activities, and have a handful of old bones. You can't sit in the house all day."

The chief priest White nodded apologetically: "Yes, yes, that's what I thought, but there's nothing I can do. Next year!"

"Is there a ghost in your heart that you are in such a panic and want to leave?"

A young man in an iron-gray uniform came out of the restaurant, with a sword around his waist, a gun in his hand, and a gun pointed at the chief priest White. It was followed by Heimlin, who slowly turned his wheelchair. Today, he was different from usual. Although he was still in a wheelchair, he changed into a luxurious prince's suit and combed his hair meticulously.

Priest Priest White suddenly sweated like rain and turned around and was about to run. The young man in uniform shot him in the back. The priest in black fell to the ground with a scream. The shot broke his lumbar vertebrae and his lower body directly lost consciousness, but fear still drove him to climb forward desperately.

Mr. Blair was of course very shocked as the master, and immediately asked loudly, "What's going on! What do you want to do? He actually shot my friend in my house, Hemerlin!"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Blair," Haimerlin came to the old man with a faint smile on his face. "Your good friend, Jogley White, is suspected of murdering the first prince of the empire - that is, me, so now he is a repeat offender of the empire. If you can not interfere in this matter, I will be very grateful. Of."

Mr. Blair knew his identity, so he turned to Priest White, who was lying on the ground and desperately trying to escape: "Jogri, what the hell is going on? Why did you murder the prince of the empire?

Priest White covered the bleeding wound with one hand and crawled out of the door with the other hand, with a painful expression: "Forgive me, Alpha, I can't say anything!" Otherwise, my family will be in risk of life. Either save me and help me escape, or don't ask anything, please!"

Hemerlin smiled leisurely: "You don't dare to say it. I'll say it for you. Some people in the Parth Army thought that the soul hunter was passed on to me by the teacher, so they sent you to ask me, but I didn't give it. You thought you could get it if you killed me anyway, so you did it rashly, right?"

Priest White struggled on the ground like a water-deficient fish. Blood flowed all over the ground, and life slowly lost. Just as the young man in uniform was preparing to solve him with a shot, the blackcurrant next to him suddenly stood up and held the barrel of the gun: "Wait a minute."