Under Conan's horrified gaze, Moriran smashed a telephone pole with a single punch, just as she was used to doing.

It's just that this time the pole seems to be a little too brittle, and a large piece will be broken with a hammer, and the slag will be dropped.

I saw a small piece of broken cement peeling off from the telephone pole under the huge bombardment, like a splash of water, and it popped up in the air for more than ten meters.

In the distance, the small cement block fell from mid-air and hit the forehead of a young man standing across the road.

The small cement block flicked off his forehead and fell limply to the ground.

"Huh?!" Mao Lilan was slightly stunned.

She noticed the additional damage she had caused when she vandalized public property.

"Hum, sorry!!"

Maolilan bowed his head in shame and bowed deeply to the victim across the road.

And the young man who was hit by a small cement block, still carrying a supermarket shopping bag in his hand, stood there in a daze, as if in a daze.

"I have to go over and apologize..."

Thinking so, Mao Lilan prepared to pull this Conan across the road.

But at this moment...

I saw that the young man on the other side of the road suddenly staggered and fell forward suddenly.

Unconscious, he fell headlong on the curb and lay face down on the roadway.

The shopping bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the dozen cans of beer contained in it rolled out with a gurgle and scattered.

"What?!" Both Maolilan and Conan looked at it.

They panicked and tried to cross the street and walk over to check on the young man.

But a few cars passing at high speed blocked their way.

And just after a delay of more than ten seconds, when Maorilan and Conan were finally about to walk across the road...

A speeding car suddenly pulled over, as if it was about to stop on the side of the road—

But the driver didn't see the young man who fell to the ground in time, and he couldn't brake and rolled over the young man who fell to the ground.

"This, this—" Maolilan stayed there.

The driver, who had hit the young man, also stopped the car with a shocked look and walked down in a trance.

After a brief moment of shock, Maolilan rushed forward as if awakened from a dream.

She hurried over to the young man, who was already crushed by the wheels, and tried to check the other's vital signs.

"How's it going, Lan?" Conan asked nervously.

“......”

Maolilan replied with a pale face:

"It's, it's dead."

................................

Lin Xinyi carried the box and followed Belmode back to his door.

And compared to him, the silver-haired beauty now looks more like the owner of this family.

She took out the key to unlock the door, pushed the door in, and beckoned to Lin Xinyi:

"Come in, just leave your luggage in the bedroom."

Lin Xinyi's face darkened: "There is only one bedroom in my house that can be used, and the other one doesn't even have a bed." ”

"That's right..."

Belmode tapped his chin lightly with his finger in thought:

"Then let's sleep together."

"Anyway, I don't mind at all, teacher."

Lin Xinyi: "......."

He really couldn't do anything about this Belmode teacher, so he could only swallow his anger and say:

"The bedroom is for you, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Saying that, Lin Xinyi honestly carried the box and took Belmode into his home.

And when the door is opened, I see the neatly arranged tables and chairs, the spotless floor, and the furniture as clean as new...

Belmode's gaze immediately became subtle:

"Not bad..."

"You live by yourself, and you can clean up the house so cleanly?"

"This..."Lin Xinyi's heart sank:

Oops... He had forgotten that the original owner himself was a sloppy ghost who didn't clean up the house much.

Out of habit, I cleaned the house too neatly, so that people could see the problem at a glance.

But Belmode didn't press any further.

As if she didn't care at all, she kicked off the high heels on her feet, put on the men's slippers in the hallway, and walked into the living room by herself.

"That's my slippers..."Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly.

But Belmode had already walked to the living room and sat lazily on the sofa.

It's as casual as going back to your own home.

"Ahh Lin Xinyi stubbornly helped to send Belmode's luggage into his bedroom.

And when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw...

Belmode was busy undressing.

She casually took off her top hat and untied her delicate ladylike bun, letting her long, silky silver hair fall over her shoulders.

Then, she unbuttoned her dark trench coat with a British style and placed it on the armrest of the sofa.

And at this time, Lin Xinyi saw clearly...

The lining of her long trench coat was neatly tied with daggers, pistols, secret mobile phones...

It's like an arsenal.

What's even more shocking is... Belmode also took the opportunity to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing inside, revealing his white and delicate collarbones.

Then she reached through the open neckline, and after a while, she found a small spare pistol.

"Where can you hide things?"

Lin Xinyi was slightly shocked by this spatial magic.

"Heh..."Belmode noticed Lin Xinyi's gaze.

She gently brushed her loose silver hair behind her ears, and said playfully:

"Looks like you've grown up, boy."

"......" Lin Xinyi turned his head silently, ignoring the bad elder's teasing.

"Don't you want to talk to me?"

Belmode patted the empty couch beside him and motioned for him to sit down:

"Teacher, I'd love to talk to you."

"I still have a paper to send, and I don't have time."

Lin Xin said this, and turned around to go to the study to find a clean place.

But Belmode, as always, took him to the death:

"Boy, you're short of money right now, aren't you?"

"There's only a few poor coins left in your wallet..."

She shook the empty purse in her hand, which was malnourished and hungry, and looked a little unhappy:

"The money was spent for that woman again, right?"

"It's stupid to be..."

As he spoke, Belmode's tone quietly became complicated again:

"No wonder you didn't drive to the wedding, it turned out that you couldn't even afford the gas."

"Poor enough that you don't want to call me for help?"

"You..." Lin Xinyi touched his pocket, his face darkened:

's wallet was touched by the woman at some point.

"Alas..."Looking at Lin Xinyi's unhappy face, Belmode sighed lightly.

She opened the handbag she was carrying and took out a card from inside:

"Come and talk to me, and I'll give it to you."

"The password is your birthday."

"There's your salary, and a portion of my savings, which is enough for you to spend."

Lin Xinyi's movement of turning around and leaving suddenly stopped.

He's certainly not a money-hungry man.

If he could, he wouldn't be willing to talk to this dangerous woman at all.

But...

"That's my salary!"

"Before you become a criminal, you were a poor ghost."

"After crossing into a criminal, he is still a poor ghost."

"If I don't take this salary, then I'm not a criminal in vain?"

With a determination to risk his life to ask for wages, Lin Xinyi resolutely turned around and sat back beside Belmode.

He put on a reserved look of "I really don't want red envelopes, why are you still so polite" during the New Year, and calmly put the card into his pocket.

"That..."

Lin Xinyi still maintained a cold face, but his voice was a little less confident.

This kind of situation of taking money to chat with him made him subconsciously feel that he was engaged in some special profession.

"Teacher, what are you going to talk about?"

Lin Xinyi asked, but Belmode didn't say anything.

She just gently hugged Lin Xinyi.

It's not a lover's hug, it's more like a mother hugging her child.

Because now it is Lin Xinyi who is being hugged and lying on her shoulder, not the other way around.

"You're finally back with me..."

Belmode muttered.

There was a tiredness in her voice that she had never shown before.

It's as if the murderous lioness returns to her nest after a day of fighting and finally sleeps peacefully.

Lin Xinyi couldn't help but be a little touched...

At this time, he suddenly felt that the woman in front of him who was hugging him tightly did not seem to be as vicious and ruthless as he imagined?

But the feeling only lasted for a moment.

Because Belmode soon woke up from its "slumber".

When she gently pushed Lin Xinyi away so that Lin Xinyi could look at her, her expression had become as elegant and mysterious as usual.

With an unpredictable danger.

Lin Xinyi was quietly appreciating this danger.

Belmode, however, said suddenly:

"How... Don't you have anything to tell me? ”

"In the past, you were always so enthusiastic in front of me, and you always took the initiative to find a topic."

"But now... You're not cute at all. ”

"......" Lin Xinyi could only be silent: "I said, people will change." ”

"Really..."Belmode looked at Lin Xinyi thoughtfully.

Lin Xinyi was a little uncomfortable staring.

And at this time, a call came to his mobile phone just right.

"Who is it?" Belmode was a little curious.

"Miss Maori..."Lin Xin replied a little unnaturally as soon as he saw the caller ID.

"Oh?" Belmode's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Can I hear this call?"

"By the way," she instructed, "don't say I'm next to you." ”

"I really want to know what Miss Maori will talk to you about in private."

"I...."Lin Xinyi's cold face quietly became a little nervous:

Oops... Māriran probably didn't know that he was still with Belmode.

If she says something on the phone that shouldn't be said, the situation will be in trouble.

But now, seeing Belmode's incomprehensible emerald green eyes, Lin Xinyi didn't dare to find a reason to refuse.

"Yes."

Lin Xinyi tried to keep his composure.

Then, with a gambling mentality, he turned on the hands-free of his mobile phone:

"Miss Maori, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin..."

Unexpectedly, there was a hint of helplessness in Maolilan's voice:

"I... I may have gotten into trouble. ”

"Huh?!" The first to react was not Lin Xinyi, but Belmode.

She frowned tightly, her eyes hiding concern that no one could detect.

"Trouble?" Lin Xinyi's expression also became serious: "What happened?" ”

"I..."

Maoriland struggles to organize the language:

"I might... Killed. ”