Himemoto's interpretation

When I counted to ten, there was still darkness in front of my eyes.

It was Shatter's palm that turned the world black.

The thumb is clasped on the left temple, the middle finger is on the right, and the index finger resting on the forehead increases the strength at No. 11 seconds—about the degree of change from touching to pressing.

It's all cold.

It's getting colder.

True popsicles.

The sky was so excited that the spirit cover was empty.

Xingqi counts down from 10.

10, 9.5, 9, 8.8...

- "I'm mad. Give me ten seconds."

Right, if you are angry or unhappy, you have to speak out.

If it is a temporary emotional difficulty, asking for time to calm down by itself is a good way to solve the problem.

If it is a problem between two people, then it must be made clear.

In this regard, they have done a good job.

Listening to Xia Te's helper knocking on the screen, Xingqi thought optimistically.

Thinking again, I have to deliver pudding to Mr. Lin.

Technical foreign aid is worthy of being the creator of the world's number one cheat...

The source program applied to the Wuwei Plan monthly aging system is very useful, in various senses.

"Thousands of money are hard to buy, I knew it earlier." Xing Qi exhaled slowly, avoiding sighing, "At that time, there was nothing I could do."

"To shut up."

Xingqi discerned carefully, trying to discern the unusual fluctuations in it.

Those that she was actually worried about and didn’t know how to deal with—such as anger, fear, accusations, and a series of negative feedbacks.

No.

She just uttered two words indifferently, and the speed of tapping the screen remained unchanged, like a machine that was running precisely.

Methodical and unhurried.

Annoyance and blame are useless.

It's better to give yourself a few more seconds to deal with variables.

Xing Qimo counted to zero, and slowly climbed along the hand clasped over the eyes, from the sleeves to the shoulders, to the collar, and then to the well-defined jaw and the tight and deep corners of the lips.

A little wetness to the touch.

It's raining.

Xia Tezhu put away his mobile phone, left Xingqi on the way back to the bamboo house.

She was tall and had long legs, and Xingqi had to trot to keep parallel with her.

Dangkong continued: "If you succeed that night, what is the probability that you will never return?"

Xingqi's heart skipped a beat, and she said with a playful smile, "That possibility doesn't exist, I can't bear you."

Assistant Chatter—the detective at this time—glanced warningly at Rabbit. "Don't play tricks."

She wondered why the rabbit was still alive.

As an "advanced tool" that got out of control, Xingqi must also have the handle to expose the "organization" because she has hidden stolen goods.

Why did the "organization," or the person who led it, keep her?

She'd seen too many lives taken for trivial things.

Culture preaches that life is precious, long live freedom.

History tells people that life is a one-time consumable, and it is really insignificant.

Therefore, the most likely reason for saving the rabbit's life was that in the process of destroying the consumables, it was discovered that there was still some use for it, so he was merciful and gave the rabbit an opportunity to let her go on purpose.

It's not even a rat-tosser.

Fluorescent lights are on in the forest, the bamboo shadows are mottled, breathing and the breeze that can't blow the drizzle are combined into one.

"Can I understand that—" Xingqi broke the restless silence, "You are quite scared and angry, but you just don't want to do anything to me, so..."

She changed her tone, "Actually, you don't need to restrain yourself. You are always being so polite to me. I will misunderstand... Ouch!"

As she wished, she received a "cheap bone" with a different tone, feeling the heat in her ears, and Xingqi was very happy.

"I think if there is no return, the detective must have a way to crack it."

"Although I was forced to be helpless before, it's not good to always owe others things."

Xingqi looked at her hands and said solemnly: "Don't say you are a clean freak, I am also a bit clean freak in this respect."

Just imitate the golden basin and wash your hands, and return the things that should be returned, so that you can start a new life cleanly.

The detective was silent for a moment, "I'll make a note of this, and I'll talk about it later."

"No need in the future." Xingqi quickly walked two steps past her, and pointed to her head face to face, "Although my head is not very bright, it is better than enough. I know when to unlock the key memory."

The trip to Xianyu Village mobilized many people, and all the core members of the 935 Movie Watching Club were present, acting secretly.

She was the only one who shaved her head and got hot, running around in the mystery of exploring the truth of the threatening incident.

It's not that Mrs. Xu and He Guang really don't care about life-threatening matters, but with clues and her sixth sense, Xingqi clearly realizes that their focus is on other things.

Just in case—just in case, the real plan is related to her, if you don't tell this matter, it may lead to serious consequences.

"You are good at training|teaching, and I'm not bad at learning." Xingqi put her shoulders on her shoulders and asked full of expectation, "Mr. Xia, is there any real reward for a high-achieving apprentice at home?"

The detective turned his head, showing a rare surprise of "Why are you so shameless", his eyes wandered from his eyes to his neckline, lingered, and suddenly stretched out his hand to look away, "Well, Shang Xiaotu has grown up a lot, I praise you."

Xingqi was struck by lightning.

After a while, he tugged on the bracelet resentfully.

"Give me back the former Xia Xiaoyu."

The author has something to say: Insert the main line.

There should be one more tonight.