"Hey, Macchiato, we've only been apart for less than two hours, is there something urgent you're calling?"

"Officer Kyle—"

"Don't use this kind of suffix that can immediately identify me, just call me by my name."

"Okay, Kyle. I'd like to ask - are you really the only one who has the evidence that I sent her bank details in the case of Lucrezia's fall from a building? ”

"That's right, I was the first person to check on her office and take pictures of all her computer records. As for the traces of her receiving anonymous emails from you, I have cleaned them up. I didn't want a second person to notice you, and I was trying to make sure with you what the 'red fire' was going on between us. ”

Hearing this, Macchiato, who called Kyle because he couldn't sleep, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask:

"And now? You've put shackles on me, what do you want me to do after that? ”

"You seem to be in a hurry, but as a person who is difficult to be ruthless, and you don't have any fighting skills, let alone any power, even if you are a confiner, you can't help me much. Oh, by the way, you seem to be poorer than me. ”

Heartbroken, Macchiato, who has just worked for a few years, basically uses her salary on her family, and naturally has no savings, which is indeed poorer than Kyle, who has an old broken car.

But as an adult, she wouldn't trust Kyle to let her go out of kindness, and if she wasn't worth enough, what would he have forced her to do with his shackles?

Thinking of this, Macchiato, who was lying on the bed, trembled, even if there was only a broken fan at the head of the bed, she also felt a chill at this time. It's not that he thinks so, it's just that Macchiato never thinks that men don't want those things. The scary thing is that now she is like the meat on the cutting board, the feeling of sleeping next to a bomb and not knowing how much is left in the countdown - it is really uncomfortable.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Are you worried that you don't have any use value? ”

Kyle's casual joke silenced Macchiato, and Kyle on the other end of the phone finally realized that she was now worried about it.

"Okay, tell me about the unfinished things in the warehouse. Why did your boss hide it for you after you became a confiner? ”

"Because my ability is to forcibly affect the brain activity and hormone secretion of the person being touched through direct and indirect contact, this is how I affect the feelings of others. Although I avoided being harassed by my boss, I didn't expect that the fat man to be a pervert, and he gave me two conditions - 'concealing my status as a confiner' and 'raising my salary', and then asked me to play the role of 'queen' in one of the clubs. ”

This rollercoaster of events has left even Kyle, who has seen all kinds of routines in his previous life, speechless, what is this, using the abilities of the confinee as some kind of harmless medicine? Let Macchiato give them a shot before they play chess?

"So what do you 'queen' do in general?"

"Whip them with a leather whip, then amplify their pleasure with their abilities, and the rest of it has nothing to do with me."

Is that really the case......

"Ahem, I hope you don't get me wrong, I just promised to use the ability of the confinement to amplify their pleasure, but I won't do anything like selling my body."

"No, I don't doubt you, I just think that your boss is also a talent, and those clubs who ask you to smoke them are also against the sky."

Give the cigarette thimble, and identify it as: Don't look for smoke here.

"So you've figured out what I'm going to do? Say it in advance, I won't do anything that touches the bottom line, even if the shackles crush me. ”

Kyle thought about it for a moment, since Macchiato's boss had asked her to go to the club as a 'pleasure helicopter', then Kyle was going to destroy it completely, after all, how could his confinement be so controlled by people.

"Then let me ask you, if there was a chance to kill your boss, would you do it?"

"Yes!"

Macchiato replied directly, it seemed that killing her boss was what she wanted. Although killing people is one of her bottom lines, it is more flexible.

"And then your identity as a confinement is only aware of your superiors?"

"Yes, of course, you. When I go to the club, I hide my identity, like wearing a wig and a mask. Those guys who are looking for smoke know that I am a confinement, so they don't dare to be too presumptuous with me, and basically really think of me as a so-called queen. ”

"Haha, are you not satisfied with this nightlife that uses abilities to make money?"

Macchiato sat up from the bed abruptly, her voice still roaring even when she lowered her voice.

"Of course I'm not satisfied, I never wanted to make money with this method, I just wanted to rely on the knowledge I learned in college to slowly accumulate work experience, and then get a promotion and a raise."

"Then this time I'm going to have to teach you something you can't learn in college - someone like your boss is obviously thinking that since he can't get you, he will also squeeze you in another way. Therefore, we must take tough measures against this kind of capitalist who is no longer saved. ”

"Tough measures?"

"Yes, first of all, when you go to work, you go to him and say that you are willing to give him a chance."

Macchiato, as an independent woman who doesn't betray her hue, feels that Kyle's 'coercive measures' have a conspiracy flavor.

"Opportunity?"

"Yes, if you tell him that as long as you give you a large sum of money and buy a beneficiary is your personal accident insurance, then you can't consider being his lover. Of course, you need your acting skills in this, which requires words to make him take the bait. ”

As soon as she heard about the insurance, Macchiato remembered what Kyle had just said, 'If there's a chance to kill your boss', this next plan immediately made her feel refreshed.

"After you buy the insurance, is it the plan to let him die unexpectedly?"

"That's right, then after he died, I was left to know who you were as a confiner, and you could get a lot of money. So—do you dare to do it? ”

"No problem, as long as it is planned properly, I will definitely not let go of the opportunity to let him die."

The two agreed on a time to discuss the plan and hung up.

Although Macchiato, who had been chatting for a whole hour, was still tired, the haze in her heart had disappeared a lot. Now that I still have use value, I can even kill the boss who is like a fat pig, and maybe it's not a bad thing to be locked up by a sudden shackle.

It's just that Kyle's guy is obviously a patrol officer, but the plan to kill people and cheat insurance and forge an accident was conceived by him in just a few minutes, could it be that the place where he lived before was in the Syndicate?

Otherwise, how could he be so skilled?