Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"This...is very important to me."

The deepest wound I buried, the experience that I don't want to recall no matter what...

Looking directly at Shino's uneasy expression, Chen Mo shook his head, casually opened the wallets that were blackmailed just now, and took out the cash inside one by one.

A total of more than [-] yen, which is about [-] yuan in RMB. Although it is not a lot, but because it is all small and small bills, it is still a thick stack in your hand, and you can shake it twice , the paper banknotes made a rattling sound.

"I happened to search for some stolen money...Let's go, I remember there is a good drink shop next to the supermarket, what do you want to drink? I invite you."

"……Eh?"

"Hey what, didn't you say it's very important? Of course you have to sit down and talk slowly about important things."

"Ah... oh..."

After a few minutes.

Sitting slumped on the sofa, Sinon held a cup of milk tea with both hands, her expression seemed to be much more relaxed.

A small relatively separate space was separated by a vine-shaped screen. Opposite Shino, Chen Mo supported his head with one hand, and stirred the lemonade in the glass in front of him with the other hand: "If you have anything to say, just say it." , this is the most corner position, no one will disturb you."

"Yes……"

Putting down the cup of milk tea, Sinon took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Mr. Chen Mo, I...I want to touch your pistol... Can I?"

"Oh?"

Hearing Shino's request, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally, "What's the reason?"

"Because of something that happened in the past... I have PTSD, and whenever I see anything related to guns, I will... feel uncomfortable."

In fact, it is not as simple as feeling unwell. With the deepening of exposure, the severity of symptoms will also increase. From discomfort to shock are all within the scope of complications.

As the party of the original book, Chen Mo is of course very clear about Sinon's situation, so he also knows what kind of mentality Sinon is currently holding.

[There is no way to escape like this]

[Perhaps as long as I get in touch with a real gun again, I can overcome my psychological shadow.]

——This kind of thinking.

"You've touched guns before... Of course, I'm talking about real guns." Staring at Shino's eyes, Chen Mo stopped stirring, picked up his glass and took a sip of the warm and sweet lemonade, and then continued: "Also, you have killed people."

"……you!"

Standing up from the table with round eyes, Shino looked at Chen Mo who was sitting on the sofa with a casual expression, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Do you want to ask me how I know?"

Smacking his lips, Chen Mo showed a smile on his face.

"The reason is very simple, because I have seen many... half-baked people like you."

Although it was true that the original party had the advantage of knowing the plot, Chen Mo didn't just talk nonsense.

When CDI was performing battlefield missions, he had seen a lot of interesting things... Those ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken, after picking up the smoky beasts that should have been on two parallel lines with them, when killing people , a weeping pained expression on the face illuminated by the fire.

"You...are you..."

"Didn't I introduce it to you just now, Chen Mo, who is currently working in the Returner School and is a glorious people's teacher."

"But……"

Seeing Chen Mo's determined expression that didn't look like he was lying at all when he spoke, Sinon only felt that she was a little confused.

"You are too loud, you will attract others' attention, Asada-san."

Crossing his fingers on the table, Chen Mo continued: "You want to touch my pistol, of course I have no objection to that, but are you really sure?"

"decide what?"

"Make sure you get over your fear just one more time with a real firearm."

"I..." His eyes were greatly shaken, Sinon slowly sat back on his seat, and at the same time lowered his head, and replied in a small voice: "I'm not sure...although I'm not sure, but no matter what, I'm sure." Want to try."

"Is that right?"

Nodding his head, Chen Mo took out a pistol from the interlayer of his combat pants. Under the soft light in the beverage shop, the small body of the gun glowed with a layer of cold and hard metal brilliance.

Seeing this pistol, Shino's eyes were instantly attracted, her heart seemed to stop beating for half a beat, her breathing became rapid, and the palms of her hands were sweating.

"I'll put the gun here. If you want to touch it, you can get it yourself."

Gently putting the pistol on the table, Chen Mo raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, then leaned on the sofa and sipped lemonade.

"Gu..."

Staring at the pistol so close in front of her eyes, Shino gritted her teeth several times and wanted to raise her arm to hold the cold gun body, but in fact she couldn't even move a single finger.

The gun body of the pistol was made of metal, and the cold air unique to metal seemed to rush directly into her body through the line of sight, through the pupil, through the retina and optic nerve, freezing her blood and pulse.

The pulse...ah, yes, the pulse!

It was like beating a war drum vigorously, making a "dong dong" roar that shook the eardrums.

Sinon maintained the posture of leaning forward while sitting on the sofa, staring at the pistol on the table without moving.

Tens of seconds later, her hands were still on her short skirt, her fingers tightly grasping the hem of the skirt.