The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

It can't go on like this.

Mr. A thought heavily.

He has no past, and he is alone. It is natural that he longs to bond with others, but this person cannot be Bourbon in any case.

Although the other party is a righteous police officer, handsome and caring, and the cooking is super delicious—

Hasn't this been completely hacked?

Mr. A is furious...

If he is not in this identity, he is actually very happy to get along with Bourbon, or Amuro Toru, but he is opposed to the other party's position.

Mr. A was voluntarily recruited by rum, his hands were bloody, and he would do countless cruel and bad things in the future. status.

Under the stance of natural opposition, no matter how close A-Jun and Amuro Toru are on the surface, they are still arsenic covered in sugar.

If you invest too much, you will only be used to death.

Although Mr. A wants to save them, it does not mean that his intentions can make the other party squander freely.

Not only Amuro Toru, but any character he likes cannot establish a positive relationship with A-kun.

If you can meet them in a righteous capacity.

The thought popped into his mind in an instant.

A-jun closed his eyes.

Because of the world authority, an identity system like Fujita Yangxi can only be compatible with two at the same time. In theory, he can exchange a second identity with the system, and then spend energy to create another person.

But the generation of identity is only limited to the past. If you want this identity to continue to exist, you must manage it by yourself.

The problem is here, even if Mr. A can recreate a body through the system, he cannot control two people at the same time, unless...

"Perfect mental segmentation surgery..."

"Are you still troubled by your inability to distinguish yourself? The new perfect mental segmentation model launched by the technical department has repaired the shortcomings of the previous generation of pain, lag, and fatigue, and achieved a real spiritual split. What are you still hesitating about? ? New products are launched at half price for only 998! 998, new products to take home!"

From the description there doesn't seem to be any downsides - other than being a bit pricey.

Mr. A's idea is to set the second identity as a policeman - of course not to make friends with the character. If you have the identity of a policeman, you can cooperate with yourself in the organization, and you will have more operability in action. In the mission of Matsuda Jinhei, he also had a legitimate reason to intervene.

Therefore, the existence of a second identity is still necessary.

Overall it's ok, the only downside is that...

too expensive…

There is only a two-digit balance in Mr. A's wallet, but it takes nearly 2,000 energy to create a second identity.

Then, it's up to him to decide how much income this branch line earns.

The time limit is one week.

The energy earned will be pumped into fifty percent. If he ends up with 3000 energy, he executes the idea.

"Don't always look at your phone, it's not good for your eyes."

The washed fruits were neatly placed on the plate, and Amuro Toru gently placed them on the table, "Let's take a break."

Damn, are you an old mom!

He only watched it for half an hour.

Mr. A dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so he put down the phone obediently. Before he could react, he had already opened his mouth to bite the grapes in his mouth. The grapes had very thin skins, and they burst open between his lips and tongue with a gentle force, and the sweetness of the juice filled his mouth.

"Well, it's delicious." He made an evaluation very consciously.

Mr. A has adapted well to this, or has been numb under the repeated blows. It seems that Amuro Toru is really fulfilling the sentence. I will also take good care of Mr. A as a younger brother. The strength of the older brother has almost reached the level of horap.

"I bought it on purpose, because it's very sweet." Amuro said with a smile, "I like to eat something sweeter, but I'm still a child."

"It's not a child." Mr. A, whose soul is already an adult and whose body is still a little short, has no confidence in speaking.

"Yes, yes, Mr. A is already an adult who can be on his own. But occasionally you can try to be a child in front of me, after all, I'm a brother."

"Uh..." This guy must have seen some clues in his previous reaction. From time to time, Amuro would bring out his brother's rhetoric, but Mr. A would get caught every time.

"Um, stay here all the time, is there any problem with work or something... Brother Tou?" The topic change is very blunt, but it really reflects the urgent desire of Mr. A—

Hurry up and go to work, you bastard, are the cadres of the organization already so idle!

"Well, don't worry. The existence of subordinates is to work overtime for the boss to be lazy." Toru Amuro picked out a book from the bookshelf next to him, and read it like this.

Looking at the name, "Teach You How to Cook", Mr. A: …

Amuroto's apartment is close to the block, and the area is not large. From the height of the third floor, you can hear the cluttered but life-filled sounds of people on the street. They sit on the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are several simple buildings in this area. Bookshelf, you can see the traces of frequent flipping.

For three days, Mr. A also left something of his own here.

The newly added tableware in the kitchen, the fruit-scented shower gel in the bathroom, the pair of toiletries on the sink, an extra bottle of aspirin in the drawer, various medicines, and a lot of bandages that are used every day.

If this goes on like this, Mr. A will sooner or later fall into the horap of Amuro's family, but he can hardly raise the will to resist.

Amuro Toru? AKA? The waste-making machine is well-deserved. If you taste it, Mr. A will ask questions. Why is this guy decathlon at the age of 24, he is at least 18 years old this year, and he is just a salted fish?

The book in the man's hand was more than half turned, and when Jun A was drowsy, "Speaking of..."

Are you coming?

Mr. A was stunned for a moment.

He was still wondering when Amuro would come to find out about him, is he finally coming?

Amuro Toru was still looking at the book, as if he said it casually, but it must be a disguise, he has already seen through it—

"Master A can exercise a little tonight. If you keep training, your muscles will degenerate." Amuro said, "Just be careful not to pull the wound."

Mr. A: …

"Eh?"

"It's no use acting like a spoiled child. This is also for the safety of Mr. A. When you encounter danger, you won't be blessed by luck every time."

"I—" I didn't act like a spoiled brat!

No, that's not the point.

Mr. A was deeply lost again.

This guy - he really can't see through.

The boy's emotional control is still very immature, and it can be regarded as obvious to people like Amuro Toru. Just like the closeness that surfaced before, it can be seen through at a glance. He turned his eyes back to the page in his hand and sighed inwardly.

Mr. A's suspicion... is too heavy.

Toru Amuro could see that his heart had begun to shake, but he never gave up his vigilance. If he was not a senior, the other party would have fled immediately.

This skeptical character of all who comes close will help him avoid most pitfalls and dangers, but it will also keep out those who are truly well-meaning.

Of course, it's not that it's bad, on the contrary, this kind of mentality is very suitable for living in the world.

Just... a little frustrated.

Amuro closed the book, "The holiday is over, tomorrow will be the only one at home, Mr. A. Remember to take good care of yourself, eat on time, and take the medicine according to the dosage. If I come back and find that you are not obedient..."

It's time to relax a little, if you keep approaching urgently, it will only be counterproductive to A-kun.

The boy's eyes lit up imperceptibly, "I see, Brother Tou."

This time my brother called out very smoothly.

Toru Amuro:…

He should have been very friendly all along, but he was still vigilant to such an extent. Can it be said that Mr. A can clearly see the essence of Bourbon? But this time he was really sincere...

It's really amazing, Mr. A.