"Although, I sympathize with your plight, but, I'm sorry, because ......" Xingchen pulled out the funeral flower from his suitcase and stabbed at the corpse picker, and at this time, behind the corpse picker, a white figure slowly approached, and a horse appeared carrying his own Kuinkexing Village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The corpse picker's eyes turned into He's eyes, and his body was covered with a layer of black Hezi.

Xingchen took out the throwing knife that he had already held in his palm and threw it at the corpse picker.

The flying knife was inserted into the opponent's Kazuko, and the red light flashed, and the corpse picker was shocked back a few steps by the explosion generated by the flying knife, but the black Hezi outside the corpse picker's body still did not move, and Xingchen's flying knife did not form an effective damage to him.

Xingchen took advantage of the opportunity of the other party's retreat and smashed the funeral flower directly on the body of the corpse picker, making a sound of metal impact.

"Damn, why are the Hither's defenses so hard." Xingchen muttered to himself as he dealt with the other party's continuous attacks.

Suddenly, several tentacle-shaped Katsuko broke out from beneath the ground, restraining the corpse picker's right foot.

"Good chance!" The stars shook the funeral flower, and the blood-red funeral flower tightly wrapped the huge body of the corpse picker.

Not far away, Arima continued to stick Kuink, who had restrained the corpse picker, into the ground, carrying Yukimura into the corpse picker's back.

Xingchen took out ten more throwing knives from his suitcase and inserted them through the gap wrapped in the funeral flowers.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the corpse pickers wrapped inside the funeral flowers gradually lost their movement.

……

Shortly after the battle, three other people came to the scene.

Wu Xu saw the corpse picker who fell to the ground, and walked up with a strange smile to stroke the corpse picker.

"It's hard work." Maruate said to Hoshichen and Arima.

Xingchen glanced at Maruhand, "Remember to do more with the bonus." “

…… Maruzum was silent.

That's enough.

Maru's hand suddenly had some egg pain.

"The mission is over, I still have something to do, so I'll go first and see you back." After Arima finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at Xingchen, then turned and left, leaving only a lonely back for everyone......

There are enough young people nowadays, can they still have a good chat?

Maruka's hands hurt even more.

"Won't he take a ride?" Xingchen is more concerned about the question of how to go back to Arima who came by the night god moon.

"Someone else might have something going on here." After summoning the logistics personnel on the side, Ye Shenyue heard Xingchen's words and said.

"By the way, according to the information, the corpse picker still has two children, Xingchen, you can deal with them together." Maruzite looked at the night god moon who was busy making a phone call and Wu Xu, who was studying the corpse picker Katsuko with great interest, and could only say to Xingchen, who was standing aside and doing nothing.

"Okay, remember to add a little more money, and give a good review."

"Let's go." If it weren't for the fact that his combat effectiveness is not high, and as the person in charge of the operation, he can't go to the battlefield lightly, Marude would have solved it by himself a long time ago.

With that, Maruzate threw the information with the address of the corpse picker to Xingchen.

Xingchen took the information and left the scene.

……

"It's such a small apartment building, it doesn't look like life is very good." Xingchen looked at the somewhat old building in front of him and muttered.

Xingchen slowly walked up the stairs and found the suite they were staying in, and was about to knock on the door.

The door next to it suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out of it, glanced at Xingchen, who was carrying a strange suitcase and was about to knock on the door, and asked with some vigilance, "Are you?" ”

"I'm a police officer, and I'm here to investigate something about this household."

"You're a cop?" The middle-aged woman looked at the weak-looking star with a suspicious look.

"I just look young, but I'm actually 18 years old. If you don't believe it, if you don't believe it......" Xingchen was about to take out his documents and show them to the woman, but after digging through all his pockets, Xingchen realized that he had never been in the habit of carrying documents.

…… Suddenly the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Then if you get knocked out, it should be fine.

Xingchen has already begun to think about how to start.

"You should be a salesman." The woman spoke.

“……”

"At a young age, you have to bear the burden of family life." The woman's brain has made up a lot of plots.

“……”

"However, you may have found the wrong person, this family doesn't have much spare money, since the hostess of this house disappeared in an accident 3 years ago, the life of this family has not been very good, although Kirishima he, very gentle, cooking skills are also very good, but he is alone in the grief of losing his wife, and he has to raise two young children, it is not easy." The woman glanced at the stars, and her eyes were full of emotion that you had spared the family.

"Very good cooking......" Xingchen seemed to think of some strange picture, and looked at the middle-aged woman with strange eyes.

"Because his family's life is not good, we often give them some ingredients, and he always cooks them carefully, and I really ...... to see them eating delicious food with a happy face," the middle-aged woman was moved to tears without knowing what she thought of.

"That ......," Xingchen finally couldn't help but speak.

……

After some explanations, Xingchen finally convinced the middle-aged woman that she had just come to investigate the good people of the household, and the middle-aged woman happily went grocery shopping.

Xingchen adjusted his thoughts.

Uh, should I knock on the door, or kick it......