The noble evil young lady

Miyamoto He told me a very tortuous path, there is no need to pass through the cemetery, so I naturally passed it with peace of mind.

Turning and turning, I finally reached the main road, found a random pharmacy and walked in.

"Hello, boss, are there any sleeping pills for sale? I have been suffering from insomnia recently."

After I finished speaking, I stroked my forehead with my hand, pretending to be very distressed.

The owner of the pharmacy didn't ask any more questions, turned around and brought me a few sleeping pills packed in medicine bags, and told me, "You can only take one pill a day, which is a three-day dose."

I readily paid the money, and I had already made up my mind.

Then I went to the supermarket to buy some cabbage and went back. Anyway, my cooking skills are not very good, so I should cook a cabbage porridge when I go back. It should taste good!

On a dark and stormy night, with lightning and thunder, in a dark, dank room in a house next to a cemetery, with a dim light flickering on a pot of boiling unknown matter, I used an old Slowly stirring the pot in front of him with a wooden spoon, he showed a sly and sinister smile like Gargamel. . .

I quickly shook my head.

It's strange, I'm thinking about something, it's only evening, and it's only raining outside the house, and the kitchen of Miyamoto's house is not a dark and humid place, and what I hold in my hand is not a worn-out wooden spoon.

Is it because I am about to do something bad that I think about it?

I reached out my left hand to touch the sleeping pills in my pocket thoughtfully, and the spoon stirring the porridge slowly stopped.

Do I really want to do this tonight?If Miyamoto caught my pigtail, would I survive?

Thinking of his angry appearance, his gloomy face, showing a distant and stern expression, his whole body seemed to be covered by haze, which made people fearful and fearful. . .Distressed.

Forget it, in order to go out, I can't control so much, I have already promised Benxi, a good boy can't break his promise, the big deal is to come back early tomorrow morning, maybe he won't be so easy to notice.

Just thinking about it, a slight paste smell passed into my nose.

I was at a loss holding the spoon: "Oops, the porridge is mushy!"

After turning off the natural gas, I raised my wrist to look at my watch. It was too late to cook another pot. . .

Ben Xi is still waiting for me at the wine shop!

Forget it, let's break it.

When Miyamoto He was not paying attention, I took out the sleeping pills, found a mortar and pounded it into powder, put the three-day amount in the pot, stirred it with a spoon randomly, and filled it.

"Dinner is ready! Let's start!"

Hearing the sound, Miyamoto put down the laptop in his hand, walked to the dining table, and asked doubtfully, "Why is there only one bowl?"

"Er..." I smiled unnaturally, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "I accidentally overcooked it just now, this is the part that is not burnt, so there is only one bowl!"

Who knows, he stared critically at the green things in the bowl, and said with a little doubt: "Are you sure this won't spoil your stomach? It shouldn't be cooked yet!"

"I boiled it for an hour and a half, plus my ancestral secret ingredients, to show this color!"

After saying this in one breath, I wiped my sweat calmly.

He still looked puzzled, with a tangled expression on his face, and sighed: "Forget it, I'll make dinner again, otherwise what would you eat?"

redo! ?Is there a mistake, I have used up all my sleeping pills, how can I run away now! ?