Naoko saw that there was no clean room, so she invited Wu Heng to her room.

Wu Heng himself didn't want to go to the ruins of 203 for one night, let alone go to the room of the perverted man, so he followed Naoko to 203.

At this time, Wu Heng was completely sleepless, turned on the TV and watched, Naoko was packing her luggage.

"Echizen-kun, I might have to go home tomorrow, you...?"

Naoko said with some hesitation, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Well, tomorrow I'm going to leave for other places, and I'll leave as soon as it's dawn, there's something important."

Wu Heng said casually, he doesn't want to show mercy to the world now, the girl in the island country is obviously paranoid, so it's better not to provoke.

"Oh!"

Naoko replied with some disappointment, packed her luggage, took out her sketchpad and sat next to Wu Heng, Wu Heng watched the TV quietly, and she was painting quietly.

After a while, Naoko handed a painting to Wu Heng.

"Echizen-kun, look!"

Naoko smiled sweetly.

When Wu Heng heard this, he looked down.

I saw it on the drawing paper:

Under the moonlight, a man in a trench coat stood on the street, his figure looked extraordinarily slender and tall in the moonlight.

The dark trench coat looks like a dark cloud, both mysterious and powerful.

A dirty, tear-stained little girl snuggled up to him in her pajamas, and a dead mutated beast lay on her stomach on the pavement.

But strangely, the face of the man in the trench coat is blank.

"Why didn't you paint your face?" Wu Heng was a little curious.

"Echizen-kun, your current appearance is not your real appearance!"

"I can feel the serious dissonance of your appearance and temperament."

When Naoko heard this, she narrowed her eyes and smiled like a spring flower, sweet and warm.

"It's really smart, Naoko, a woman's sixth sense?" Wu Heng was a little speechless.

"Then can I take a look at the real you, Echizen-kun!"

Naoko's smile is even brighter, a clean smile, as delicate as a flower.

"I can't show it."

Wu Heng's current appearance is transfiguration, he can wear other holsters to change his identity, but he can't change back to his original appearance.

"It's a shame that I thought I could see the true face of the gods!"

Hearing this, Naoko lowered her head in frustration, her eyes revealing a disappointment that she hoped to be broken, and she became a little depressed.

Is it a luxury to even see each other? Naoko, you're a person who hasn't been favored by the gods. Naoko fell into an inferiority complex.

"I'm really sorry, so let's describe it, you draw it."

Wu Heng was a little dumbfounded, he hated smart enemies, but he appreciated smart people.

Anyway, having nothing to do now can be regarded as a reward for this girl's intelligence.

"Well, good!"

Hearing this, Naoko nodded her head vigorously, her eyes were moist, but a bright little sun appeared on her face.

"The hairstyle should be like this, yes, a little longer hair..."

"Is it that long?" "Yes! ”；

"The nose doesn't need to be changed...", "Oh! ”；

"The eyes are a little too kind...", "That's it! ”。

Accompanied by Wu Heng's description and Naoko's response, the paintbrush rustled on the paper.

Until the sky was slightly bright, the voices of both of them fell silent.

On the drawing paper is an anime version of Wu Heng, compared with his real appearance, it will feel quite similar, but if you take it out alone, no one can recognize it at all.

"I'm leaving, I'm going to get busy."

Wu Heng was the first to speak and said lightly.

"You're done, where are you going?"

Naoko brushed off her black hair and asked casually.

Wu Heng couldn't answer this question, and he couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only reply:

"Go where you need to go!"

Naoko was silent, the sun slowly rose, and wisps of light sprinkled on the two of them, black and white intertwined.

Wu Heng stood up: "Won't you give me the painting?" ”。

"I... I want to keep it! Naoko choked up and said with a smile.

Her hands clenched the drawing paper tightly, reluctant to let go at all.

"Okay, then I'll go first, see you later!"

Wu Heng put down a box of pistol bullets, turned around and walked out of the door, waving his right hand as he walked, but did not turn around.

The vermilion bedroom door was opened, and the room instantly became brighter, and it was blocked by Wu Heng's figure, and it was darkened for a while, and then the door was completely closed and completely darkened again.

"Where should the gods go?"

"What if..."

Naoko sat quietly on the tatami mat and turned her head to look at the box of pistol bullets.

"I ...... It also becomes... What about the gods?! ”

"Goodbye? ... See you soon!! ”

"Echizen-kun!"

Naoko's white fingers clenched the paper tightly and muttered firmly.

After a long time, the bedroom door was opened again, and the light filled the room again, just... This time it was Naoko who opened the door.

Echizen-kun!

Wu Heng underestimated the paranoia of women, especially the paranoia of a disabled girl.

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Wu Heng walked out of the hotel and walked along the street looking left and right, he was looking for someone who was destined.

After walking for ten minutes, I finally found my target in front of a restaurant.

The bald restaurant owner nodded and walked up to the two young men with tattoos exposed, as if talking about the checkout.

Among them, the young man with a grimace slapped the bald shop owner.

"Old guy, what's wrong with eating something from you, I'll help you advertise and bring my brother here, you should pay 10,000 yen for advertising, deducting 1,200 for sushi, and you have to pay 8,800 yen for change."

Wu Heng's eyes lit up, he stepped forward and took out 3 gold coins and put them in his hand, and the jingle sound immediately attracted the attention of the two young gangsters.

"When did you steal my gold!"

The young man with a grimace instantly forgot about the advertising fee, and pointed at Wu Heng and shouted.

"We've got more than that, where are the rest?"

Another young man with a scorpion tattoo took the gold coin directly from Wu Heng's hand, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to bite it, and nodded at the grimacing youth.

"Oh, it turned out to be your gold coins, there is a bag over there, I picked up two of them, and I thought they were fake."

"Nani, where is it, take us there."

When the two heard this, they couldn't wait to say in unison, it's going to be too late, don't be picked up by others, it's their gold coins.

"This way, please!"

Wu Heng pointed in the direction, and in the bald boss's glad 90-degree bow, he led the two into a remote alley.

A moment later, the young man with the scorpion tattoo walked out of the empty alley, flipped through the phone book of his mobile phone, and found the target he needed.

Behind these gangsters, there is usually an umbrella.

"Sen's senior, I have a chance to make a fortune, there is a fat sheep with a lot of gold, at least three or four catties, said that it is the ancestors, I suspect that the way is not right."

Wu Heng hung up the phone and thought about how to deal with Fu Jiang next, there was only one task: to kill Fu Jiang.

Being able to give 3000 survival points shouldn't be a simple kill, right?

After all, Tomie's physical fitness is very ordinary, and she can be easily cut down, and her horror lies in the division and proliferation after being hacked.

After splitting, consciousness will also split, and even fire will not be able to completely destroy it.

If it was just an ordinary cut down Tomie, wouldn't he be able to brush countless survival points, and the lighthouse shouldn't have this kind of loophole!

Wu Heng covets Fujiang, not for the beauty of Fujiang, but for its infinite proliferation and growth ability, after all, if you want to fill the life box, it is impossible to really kill 200 million people.

But there is a problem with this: the lighthouse teleportation cannot carry these living people and monsters at present, and Tomie's own immortal, divided biological consciousness is very likely to be unable to carry back even a single cell.

Therefore, Wu Heng needed a way, a way to avoid the lighthouse's prohibition on carrying in this regard.