In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

"Can you pass me that book?" Fyodor smiled, very polite, not aware of the anger of being forced into the base and then lingering: "Also, please hug Well your cat, it's full of wires, trip it up."

"You can be more direct." Yu Shengyu held down the restless kitten, used a power to make it quieter, and then gave him the book Fyodor asked for: "For example, if this cat runs around , will trip over your wires and affect your work."

"It's good that you know." Fyodor smiled politely: "Then, what is the matter that you came to see me today?"

"Come to chat with you?" Yu Sheng Yuzhi stroked the kitten: "It's too hot outside today, you're cooler here."

The base buried a few meters below the shady soil has never seen the sun since it was built. It is a bit light to describe it as cool, which is called cold, and the urn can't be buried so deep.

"Are you planning to stay today?" Fyodor raised an eyebrow: "After all, as far as I know, your organization should be very busy right now."

"Didn't I already join your camp?" Yu Shengyu touched the cat's hand, opened her eyes wide, with a look of 'how could you do this, I'm heartbroken': "I didn't The next time you came, you buried yourself in your work and ignored me, and you didn't assign me tasks, so I won't leave and stay here, waiting to get rheumatism?"

Fyodor was puzzled: "I obviously asked you why you came every time."

It was Yu Shengyu Zhi who ran away after wandering around by himself, and Fyodor was not given the chance to make a routine.

Yusheng Yuzhi changed her words decisively: "Then just pretend that I didn't want to chat with you two days ago, and now I do."

He gently comforted the kitten on his lap, put his palm on the fragile little guy, and asked an irrelevant question: "What is your ideal?"

Under Fyodor's surprised gaze, Yu Sheng held his chin in his hands: "Anyway, I'm bored, one question per person, how much information you can get from me depends on your ability."

"My ideal..." Fyodor answered kindly: "Create a world without supernatural beings."

Yu Shengyu Zhi choked: "Aren't you also a supernatural being?"

Is this denying yourself?

Fyodor raised his eyes: "Ability is the original sin...."

It is true that Fyodor is the best among abilities, but he views abilities from the perspective of ordinary people.

A person with a supernatural power is born a supernatural person without any effort, but it makes it impossible for ordinary people to cross over anyway. Too many people who are not worthy of virtue have gained power, and most of the resources of society have been allocated to the small and In the hands of some people, the development is seriously hindered.

Just like the young master who is well-clothed and well-fed, he loves the suffering of the common people.

Yu Shengyuzhi instantly understood Fyodor's point of view, but compared to ordinary people who suffered from many supernatural crimes, he sympathized with supernatural beings more.

When people with powers suffer disasters because of powers, no one asks them, 'Do you want to have powers'?

"If possible, I don't want supernatural powers." Yu Shengyu Zhi chuckled lightly, propping his chin: "But as a person who has enjoyed everything because of supernatural powers since birth, I seem to be the least qualified to say such a thing, but who would want to Want those to enjoy."

Ability, status, these are all imposed on him by the people of the temple. For a child, the gorgeous hall and the suffocatingly quiet high platform are all heavy shackles.

"I can understand you."

Hearing this, Fyodor raised his eyes and looked over, only to see this arrogant son of a god, presenting a gesture of reminiscence, his usually domineering eyes drooping down.

In the next second, Yusheng Yuzhi withdrew her fragile look just now, looked at Fyodor, and put a smile on her face again: "You can't believe it."

If he didn't have the ability and status, Yusheng Yuzhi wouldn't be valued by the adults. He could see it very clearly and knew that the benefits brought to him by the ability were more than the torture.

He is a high-ranking person who has eaten enough bonuses of abilities, and he is well aware of the disadvantages of abilities --- so what.

Fyodor was slightly startled, but he was not angry. He had already seen this clearly, so he skipped the topic: "Now, is it my turn to ask questions?"

Yu Shengyuzhi nodded: "Ask, I will answer whatever I can answer you."

This is a very blatant word game, but it’s nothing to Fyodor, after all, he doesn’t know everything about Yu Shengyu Zhi.

Fyodor hardly thought about it: "Who is the god residing in your body?"

Yu Shengyu was taken aback for a moment: "I thought you would ask other questions, such as information about the members of our organization. What's the use of knowing the gods?"

Huangbatu is a gun god, and Zhongyuanzhong is also a gravity manipulator, so why is he still obsessed with a useless name when he is known to be a psychic power user?

Fyodor raised his eyes, and the crystal purple eyes contained indescribable emotion: "You just need to answer."

Seeing his persistence, Yu Sheng Yuzhi had no choice but to say, "See you on a moonlit night."

After saying the name, Yusheng Yuzhi said again: "I'll give you some information. I'm not the same as Zhong Yuanzhong. I only know that Yue Yejian is sleeping in my body, but I've never seen him."

[The Law of Fiction] is his innate ability, and the barrier is the ability bestowed on him by the adults, but the god who gave him the supreme torment and revered by thousands of people seems to have a false name, except for a name. Never gave it to him.

"In this case, how do you know that you have a god in your body?" Fyodor was confused.

"Why don't you know?" Yusheng Yuzhi asked him back: "Will people sitting by the campfire not feel the heat? Anyway, it's something that has no sense of existence. It doesn't matter if it's there or not."

Of course, this is to fool Fyodor. The real reason is that the laboratory has repeatedly confirmed it.

Yusheng Yuzhi is a natural container of gods.

The consciousness of moonlight night is lodged in him.

"As a boarder of gods, don't you believe in gods?"

"Why do you believe in such illusory things?"

"But you also said that He does exist."

"You don't believe in seeing on a moonlit night, and you don't believe in desolation and tyranny. Does it matter if He exists or not? Maybe the gods are just powerful and special abilities."

Yu Shengyuzhi's words made Fyodor stop talking, and he looked at Yushengyuzhi with that kind of 'hopeless' pity: "Do you think so... .”

Yusheng Yuzhi happened to lower his head to touch the cat, and missed Fyodor's pityful eyes, otherwise he would explode with his temper, and he was a little disgusted when he saw nothing: "Are you asking too many questions, it's up to me, When will the show you promised me start?"

"You have not concealed your purpose." Fyodor's eyes fell on the densely packed codes on the computer screen, and he whispered: "Soon, you will be able to see this good show in three days at most."

He typed a series of code names on the keyboard, and his purple eyes were like flowing dry wine: "Is your leader really not paying attention to your behavior? If he finds out that you have done such a thing, will he reprimand you? Or, Where have you been placed?"

Yu Shengyuzhi raised his head, and the kitten in his arms also raised his head. It has a pair of blue vertical pupils unique to kittens, just like opal buttons on a Chinese dress. It is cold and inorganic, exuding predator and aura. Inherent greed and inferiority.

Even in the dimly lit underground base, His Highness the white-haired Shenzi is always sitting on the altar, exuding holiness all over his body, but there is no ethereal appearance, on the contrary, a biting murderous aura overflows.

"So, does he ignore you?" Fyodor raised the corners of his lips when he looked at Yusheng Haori who was losing his composure: "Or, he doesn't care as much about you as other subordinates?"

Yu Shengyu raised her eyes, her tone was cold: "If you miss, just say so, there is no need to test me like this."

Fyodor was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Have you touched your reverse scale, sorry."

He paused and narrowed his eyes: "But, do you really not care about that adult's attitude?"

"Don't you want that leader to pay you more attention?"

A pale white light shone in the pupils of the young man Jingzi: "You should be very dissatisfied with the fact that your leader was abnormally bound in Yokohama."

Space turbulence, safe house.

The depressed boy was lying on the table, the 'joy, anger, sorrow, joy' bandage on his head was crooked and he didn't bother to caress: "My brother said that he might not come back in the next few days, Nanika, I miss my brother."

In the little boy's mind, his symbiotic sister, Nanika, agrees: "Nanika also... wants strings, go find... strings."

Alluka sighed, the little bun's face was puffy, and his blue eyes were full of resentment: "But brother won't let Alluka leave the house."

Obviously Sarina and the others can come in and out, why can't Aluka.

"Nanika took Alluka... to the strings."

"Brother said no." Aluka was a little moved, but recalled Yin Wuxian's serious warning to him, and he was still afraid: "Aluka really wants to see brother, and also wants to go out to play, but still forget it."

Yin Wuxian said that Yalujia was not allowed to go out, so Nanika took him to find Yin Wuxian and threw himself into the trap. His brother would definitely look at him with disappointed eyes, and he might even be scolded.

"Go and play." Nanika felt Yalujia's mood, and was very persistent in wanting to help her brother relax: "For a while...you won't be discovered by the string music."

Alluka was persuaded, and he hesitated: "Then, in a short while, when someone comes back to the safe house, Nanika will bring Alluka back."

"good----"

Tsurumi River.

The sun was shining on the sparkling river, and Atsushi Nakajima rested his arms on the railing, playing with his mobile phone, looking leisurely waiting for someone.

"Mr. Dazai is so slow, why hasn't he come yet?"

"It's been a long time."

Atsushi Nakajima's pupils shrank, his hands turned into tiger claws, and he punched him. He gritted his teeth: "The leader of the group, Francis."

This attack was easily caught.

The huge tiger claws touched a hand with sharp bones, and the strong wind brought up the fallen leaves by the river.

The well-dressed blond man had a light smile on his face, and Atsushi Nakajima was trembling with force in his eyes, and said contemptuously: "The strength is good, barely worth ten thousand dollars."

"Unfortunately, our reward for you is 70 billion."

On the other side of the river, a bullet with an anesthetic effect accurately hit Atsushi Nakajima's neck.

The white tiger boy pulled out the needle abruptly, but the effect of the medicine had already taken effect. He opened his eyes wide and fell down unwillingly. Zijin's pupils flickered a few times, but he still lost to the effect of the medicine and fell into a coma.

Francis kicked Atsushi Nakajima who fell to the ground, and after confirming that he had lost the ability to resist, he said to the white-bearded old man walking behind him: "Herman, please."

The old man holding a pipe nodded, stretched out his hand, and the supernatural power lighted up. Following the earthquake, a huge object rose up under the sea.

It was a mechanical battleship in the shape of a whale.

Francis picked up the phone, and there was a photo on the display.

It was John, who was tied to a chair and unconscious, and the location was obviously an armed detective agency.

The next photo is of John lying on the bed. It seems to be a hotel, only the bed and the bedside table are missing. The only special thing is that there is a black cat's tail sticking out from the bottom of the bed under the sheet, swinging out in the photo. Afterimage.

Francis did not operate any buttons, the photo disappeared, and then automatically jumped to the chat page, with only four words on it.

"Pleasant to work with."

Francis snorted coldly and crushed the phone with his bare hands: "Don't let me find out who this hiding guy is."