Chapter 817 Petite Enid
"But Milo doesn't know."
This time it was Freya who broke the silence first.
Emma agreed: "Yes, he didn't know anything about it."
It's like finding another way to win.
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"Yeah...that's right."
Rebecca had completely forgotten what the original topic was, she only knew that the content of the current chat was strange.
"So...?"
"What a strange question you ask. Could it be that all the life and death you experienced before was because you wanted to be a good boss?" Emma returned to her normal sitting posture.
"Uh..." Rebecca hesitated obviously.
"Then how do you explain his severed hand that you brought back from the waking world? Don't think I don't know that it has always been hanging on the left back of your waist." Emma directly exposed Rebecca.
When the other party didn't respond, she continued to ask: "And his crowbar and revolver? Why are you pretending to be serious? This is not a law enforcement agency."
"Well...but I don't know..."
Rebecca was completely stunned.
This kind of Emma seems to be more difficult for her to deal with than the Emma who is full of hatred and hostility as expected.
"Don't know what? Don't know how to seduce him?"
Emma's words were shocking again. She tilted her head slightly and pointed at Freya with the tip of her nose, and said to Rebecca: "Ask her how to deceive him in the shortest time."
Freya was about to speak.
Emma warned in advance: "You are not allowed to mention dragon milk."
"Oh..."
Although Freya did not completely follow Emma's train of thought, she still took out a small notebook from her pocket and put it on the coffee table, and said very quietly:
"Then use this."
The small notebook had the words "Human Taming Manual" written clearly on it.
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As expected, the living room fell into dead silence again.
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It can be seen that Freya is not reliable at all. The racial and cultural differences are there after all.
Being extremely dissatisfied with the red-haired girl's melancholy self-sacrificial pursuit, Emma could only teach some methods herself.
She stood up and walked to Rebecca, bent down, reached to her waist, and pulled out a set of metal law enforcement handcuffs.
"He is the Superior, the Shadow, the Destroyer... whatever the title is, it doesn't matter."
"But on this road, he never gave up his identity as a human being."
"So in the final analysis, this little hobby is actually not creative at all."
"Sometimes it's even cliché..."
Click…
Emma cuffed her hands and waved her immobile wrists in front of Rebecca.
"Understood?"
Even for a strong woman like Emma, the sight of her hands being cuffed can easily make people think again and again.
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Rebecca blinked.
She slowly moved her legs off the coffee table, put her hands in her pockets, leaned back slightly and leaned against the back of the chair, with a few big words written on her face - awe.
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Then, Rebecca took out the key and helped Emma unlock the handcuffs.
Bian asked her: "So why?"
"Why?" Emma asked.
"Why are you telling me this?" Rebecca took off the handcuffs and put them back around her waist: "He can belong to you alone."
After Emma's hands were freed, she held Rebecca's chin frivolously and looked into her eyes from this extremely close range.
"He is my brother, always will be, and no one can change it. When you are ready, you have to call me sister, do you understand?"
Probably due to mental pressure from a superior, or some other reason.
Rebecca couldn't think of any resistance for a while, and even her sanity began to fluctuate.
Not only was there no sense of anger at being provoked or teased, but there was an inexplicable grievance.
If someone else had come close to her at this distance, Rebecca would have already touched her with the muzzle of her gun.
"I..."
Just when Rebecca's eyes began to tremble slightly, she suddenly felt like she was being pulled into a not too warm but very gentle embrace, and the pressure on her spirit also dissipated in an instant.
Her expression was stunned and her body was stiff, as if she was standing there in a military posture when she first entered the law enforcement system for training.
Emma gently rubbed Rebecca's scarlet hair with her hand.
"We are already, close to nothing..."
"So please, try your best to stay with us, okay?"
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When Emma's face couldn't be seen, she suddenly became so gentle, or in other words, fragile.
Rebecca felt a sore nose, but she finally endured it. He just nodded silently.
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"There will be many more people who want to kill him and crush this city in the future than you can imagine... I love having you on our side."
"Okay." Rebecca finally responded to Emma.
She couldn't say even one more word because she might not be able to hold back her tears.
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Then, Emma turned around and glanced at Freya.
"What I said just now was also meant for you."
"Uh...actually." Freya started to falter after hearing this.
It took me a long time to squeeze out this sentence:
"Actually, I...after he wakes up, I have to leave...I have to find a place called Zhongbei Continent. Now I have strayed too far from that road..."
"Whatever you want."
Emma interrupted Freya.
After letting go of Rebecca, she instantly returned to her original state, put on her frosty face again, and was not at all interested in what Freya said about the Northern Continent.
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It can't be said to have ended on bad terms.
But it’s certainly not a family-friendly ending.
Freya secretly looked at Emma's back as she turned to go upstairs without saying anything.
Rebecca on the side was not good at dealing with such strange things and didn't know what to say.
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Just when the atmosphere became stiffer than before, Emma's voice suddenly came from upstairs:
"What are you doing here?"
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Room on the second floor.
The three ladies stood in front of the door. In the room, Yan Zheng was carrying the unconscious Milo. He stepped on the open sill of the window with one foot, as if he was here to "steal someone".
"Uh...I...I just thought that if you guys started fighting, this house would definitely not be able to hold it, so I moved him to another safe place in advance."
This reason sounds unreliable at all, but precisely because of this, it is Yan’s true thoughts.
At this time, Xiao Yan, who was standing outside the window sill and was responsible for letting the wind blow out, poked his head in and asked: "Can you hurry up? How can you wait..."
After seeing the three people blocking the door with their arms folded, Xiaoyan stopped talking and slowly retracted his head.
Then there was the sound of someone running for their lives on the eaves outside the house.
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At this time, Milo, who was carried on his shoulders, reached out and patted Yan's shoulder and said:
"Let me down, actually I've woken up a long time ago."
"Then you're still lying on the bed pretending to be dead?" Yan threw Milo back on the bed angrily.
Milo calmly adjusted his collar, waistband, etc., and said, "I'm also afraid that the three of them will fight."
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"Oh, right."
In order to change the subject, Yan took out a small palm-sized doll from his waist and handed it to Emma.
"What you asked me to do has been done. I searched the whole city. There is no one named Enid here. I only found this one at old Kent's house. Its name is Enid..."
"I have reason to suspect that you just slept in the Fun House one night and then bought a random doll from the street to fool people." Rebecca knew Yan.
Yan immediately retorted: "Hey, dear law enforcement officer, I am taking Xiaoyan with me!"
"He didn't lie."
Emma looked at the cute little girl doll in her hand with a strange expression.
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Five minutes later, a group of people formed a circle around the doll at the center of the table on the first floor, leaning their elbows on the table and studying it carefully.
This is a doll that is not exquisitely made and the overall style is very retro. It can be seen that it does have some characteristics that are unique to Enid, such as light brown hair and a rebellious smile that does not have the temperament of an aristocratic lady. , and the two tiger teeth that can be seen when smiling.
Milo reached out his hand to lift up the doll's skirt and take a look.
Dang!
A short blade was nailed straight to the table just two centimeters away from his fingers.
Milo calmly took his hand back, shrugged and said to Rebecca: "It's just a doll, not a real person..."
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In fact, anyone with some spiritual vision talent can feel that there is indeed some strange atmosphere inside the doll, but it is very vague, like... maybe the description is not very appropriate, but it does look like a sleeping baby. , when everyone remained restrained and quiet, they could even hear some gentle breathing sounds in deep sleep.
"Is this the will of the third sad lady to kill? Why is it a rag doll?" Milo said it was very confusing.
"Yes, why?" Xiaoyan, who didn't know anything else, also interjected to increase his sense of presence.
No one noticed when she squeezed in.
"Who is this red-skinned roast duck?" Emma asked first.
"Xiaoyan, her name is Xiaoyan." Yan took the initiative to introduce.
"Is this what you call true love?" Emma glanced at Yan.
Yan nodded his head, hugged Xiaoyan's shoulders and said to Emma: "You don't understand, to me there is light in her eyes."
"I can prove this, she really does." Milo also nodded
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(End of chapter)