honor me as god

Chapter 178 Confessing the Past

For them, that may have been the beginning of tragedy.

No boy, 18 years old can no longer be called a boy, it should be a teenager.

The teenager left the orphanage and came to the long-awaited big city.

For an inexperienced soul, this place is noisy and prosperous, with high-rise buildings everywhere, the fading sunset and neon lights complement each other, and the street lights are shining brightly. I thought it was the light sensitivity turned on, but when I looked closely, it was the reflection of the sunset, which foreshadowed The hustle and bustle of the day has settled down, and the nightlife of feasting and feasting is coming.

The young man stood on the street full of people coming and going, and the crowd was surging in front of him. Even though the lights of thousands of houses here did not have a place for him, he was still so happy under the bustling night, and the impatient expectation could not be concealed on his face.

He is waiting, waiting for an agreement many years ago.

Just as his thoughts were racing, the left side of his face suddenly felt itchy, as if he had been lightly poked by something.

He turned his head and saw nothing.

The right cheek itch again.

He turned his head and looked, but saw nothing.

He showed a knowing smile, turned around 180 degrees, and threw himself into the opponent's arms: "Sister~"

The girl stood behind the boy, smiling sweetly. Three years had made her appearance change a lot, and her temperament became more mature. The only thing that remained unchanged was her pair of beautiful rose red eyes.

The girl stretched out her hand and gestured on top of the two of them: "Hmph, little one, you haven't drunk enough milk, and you're still not as tall as me."

The boy quibbled: "That's because you are too tall, it's not my problem! I'm not short among my peers!"

The girl vomited blood, showing a heartbroken expression: "Don't say it! Because of my height and long legs, many men said that standing with me was pressured, and no one dared to chase me, which made me Been single for so many years."

Hearing the sound, the young man asked cautiously, "So, hasn't my sister been in a relationship for a few years? Then, what kind of boy do you like?"

The girl intentionally put on an arrogant look: "Anyway, it's not okay to be younger than me, and it's not okay to be shorter than me~"

After hearing this, the boy's eyes obviously dimmed. He lowered his head in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if there was a corner missing in his heart, feeling empty and at a loss.

The girl chuckled and rubbed his head non-stop: "I'm just kidding! There are so many requests. I have so many cases in my hands. It would be nice to have a smart and cute boy to talk to me~"

After hearing this, the young man showed a smirk, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, are detectives very busy? I think those detectives in novels have time to travel around."

The girl couldn't laugh or cry: "Wow! Don't be fooled by the novel! Traveling? This business is really busy enough to vomit blood, working overtime, collecting evidence, and staying in the office all day long. The most troublesome thing is the kind of emotional disputes. If you suspect that the other party is cheating, please follow up and investigate 24 hours a day, that would be exhausting."

The boy was bouncing up and down with a very excited expression: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of being tired! I made an appointment with you three years ago. When I grow up, I want to be a detective too! Sister, take me into the industry!"

For some reason, the girl suddenly fell silent. She brushed her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said softly, "Actually, I don't want you to be a detective, at least don't do it with me."

The boy was stunned and asked at a loss, "Why?"

The girl pursed her lips, looked into the distance, and her pupils reflected the sky that was gradually being swallowed by darkness: "Our office recently joined a joint investigation to track down a professional processor, and several people have already died."

The boy trembled unconsciously: "Is there still death in this profession?"

"Well, because the target of the investigation is quite special. This professional processor, code-named 'Smiling Devil' in the gray world, has a very high IQ, cunning and cold-blooded personality, and our companion died at his hands." The girl gently held He said softly, "So, I don't want to involve you. Even if you must become a detective, it's best to go to another firm and not get involved with the smiling devil."

Death was too strange and far away for the young man, which made him daunting. He lowered his head and kept rubbing the corners of his clothes: "In this case, why don't my sister and others quit?"

"Do you still remember what I told you? I want to be a just man like Detective Poirot. Our colleagues in the firm all have this ideal." The girl smiled like a warm winter and green sun, and the next words changed. "How can we maintain justice if the detective is scared away by a demon?"

The hot blood surged in his body, turning into huge waves, hitting the young man's heart again and again, his eyes became more and more firm, and finally he said unwaveringly, "I'll help you!"

The girl was stunned: "Eh? Did you understand what I just said?"

"I'll help you!" The boy interrupted her firmly, "I'll help you hunt down the devil!"

Under the young man's firm gaze, all the girl's words were melted away. She hugged the boy who grew up together with all her strength, and softly murmured to herself: "Good boy."

Good boy.

Good boy.
"Good boy" 11 woke up in a dream, he raised his head in a daze, and was in a trance for a while, like a child who lost something important, looking for something in a daze.

In the blurred vision, those rose-red pupils became so conspicuous, and familiar shadows began to overlap, making him subconsciously stretch out his hand, wanting to touch that small face.

But as the consciousness became clearer, the sight became clearer, and the familiar shadow suddenly disappeared. Even though the pupils of the eyes remained the same, they were not the face of the old man.

"Bai" 11 muttered the name of the person in front of him, looked around subconsciously, and found himself lying on the side of the hospital bed.

11 quickly remembered that Bai's injury had worsened yesterday. He took care of her here until midnight, and later made a lot of arrangements. Because he was too tired, he just fell asleep.

What makes people laugh and cry is that he sleeps a little dazedly, and sleeps with Bai's little hand as a pillow. In addition, he has been sleeping poorly, causing a lot of saliva to smear on it.

11 touched the back of his head and apologized for laughing, and quickly fetched a wet wipe to wipe Bai's hands clean.

Bai's injury has improved a little now, and her fingers can move. She lightly held the phone under her palm, and blindly typed a line: "You were talking in your sleep just now."

11 tilted his head: "Oh? What did I say?"

Bai typed: "Sister, good boy."

11 couldn't help smiling: "I just remembered an old friend."

Bai typed: "Tell me your story."

11 was a little hesitant. Only Lao Gao knew about those past events, and he buried that figure in his heart long ago, not letting anyone know about it.

But the wound in the heart is like this. It may feel nothing to hide it in the heart all the time, but one day when you see the shadow of the old man, you can't hide it anymore, it will drown the daily hustle and bustle. not drop.

Looking at those familiar pink pupils, 11 felt as if the walls in his heart had been melted, and unconsciously said slowly, "I used to love"

[The reincarnation of one's own side admits the identity to the rejecter, the A-level reincarnation disguise has expired]

[Extra time reset to zero]

【Enter the official countdown】

【168:00:00】

When these prompts appeared on the task interface, Bai couldn't help being stunned, and Eleven also fell silent.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Lao Gao pushed the door open and ran in, his voice couldn't contain his joy: "Successful! The disguise has been removed!"

11 Pulled the quilt for the sluggish Bai, put her hands in the quilt to keep warm, and said softly, "I'll talk to you slowly when you recover."

(End of this chapter)