About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"I... uh, do you have liquor?"

Jing Zhe, who had been disguised, sat on the seat a little distance from Orson, and tried to order a glass of the few wines he knew.

"New here?"

The bartender who also served as the boss was not too suspicious, just snorted and wiped the glasses and bottles.

Not long after, a glass filled with white wine was handed to Jing Zhe, and when the boss put the whiskey in front of Orson, he was stunned for a moment, and pressed a few Longmen coins on the coaster, which were obviously much larger than the value of the whiskey.

"what do you want."

After all, the bar owner was well-informed. He put the glass of whiskey on the coaster and pulled out the banknotes. He quickly counted the amount and looked at Orson.

"Have you seen a man with a black dagger tattoo on his forehead recently? About 35 years old, Pelo tribe, appeared 3 days ago."

Orson unhurriedly stated the characteristics of the target person, waiting for the boss to provide useful information.

"Black dagger tattoo—"

What Orson didn't expect was that the boss blinked after hearing the description he provided.

Orson hadn't thought about why the boss put on such a "what a coincidence" expression, he noticed that the body of the man who was drinking with his head bowed beside him shook violently.

Orson looked at the man beside him, who happened to be observing him.The two looked directly at each other.

"—"

The black dagger on the opponent's forehead was extremely eye-catching.

"boom!!"

The sound of the wine bottle bursting was like a flare gun, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Orson—!"

Jing Zhe got up in a panic and approached Orson, while the man threw the broken wine bottle with only a head in his hand aside, and ran out of the crowd without any hesitation.

"I'm fine, I blocked the direct attack just now, compared to those... that person is the target we are looking for!"

Although Orson picked up the hard wine list on the table the moment the man attacked him and blocked the bottle smashing his face, the broken high alcohol still drenched him all over.

Asking someone for information and finding him directly, Orson didn't know for a while whether it was bad luck or an explosion of luck.

"It's good that you're fine, we'll chase after you!"

After confirming that Orson was not injured, Jing Zhe immediately chased after the fleeing suspect.

"Be careful, sister Jing Zhe, we don't know if he has a weapon in his hand, what the origin stone skill is."

Ao Sen reminded Jing Zhe to pay attention to safety, threw his hat aside and chased after him.

"Wait a minute, I'm ashamed of accepting this information fee, I'll pay you back half of it... Aren't you just a bastard who just sneaked in some milk and messed up!!"

"Whoa whoa!?"

The owner of the bar originally planned to refund half of the intelligence fee based on the belief in doing business with integrity, but after seeing Orson taking off his hat, the Longmen coin in his hand instantly turned into a double-barreled Lateran shotgun for "receiving customers" , Scared Orson to run away.

The suspect stumbled out of the bar, looked around briefly, and immediately got into a nearby alley.

"Don't run!"

Jing Zhe rushed out of the tavern a little later, looked at the shadow of the other party and chased after him without any hesitation.

"Wait a minute, sister Jingzhe...the other party should be more familiar with the surrounding terrain than us, we must take advantage of him to get into the back alley... Well, anyway, I will find a way, sister Jingzhe..."

"Orson? Why does your situation feel a little strange—huh?"

Jing Zhe noticed Orson's strangeness, but Orson just shook his head to show that he was fine, he summoned the rest symbol and turned it into a platform-like plane and drilled under Jing Zhe's feet.

"Don't worry, sister Jingzhe, go and catch that guy...!"

"Your body is trembling, Orson! We will terminate this operation immediately, you are my assistant, and you have an obligation- 噫 噫 噫 噫 噫!?"

Before Jing Zhe finished speaking, the "black platform" under his feet suddenly rose obliquely forward, like a projectile, 'throwing' Jing Zhe towards the middle-aged man who was fleeing in the distance.

"Too, too much Orson! But well done - Refa, follow my orders!"

Although Jingzhe is an elite who is somewhat similar to a "wheelchair detective" and has almost never left Dali Temple, it does not mean that she is as fragile as a boudoir vase.Apart from handling cases, Jing Zhe has been receiving extremely strict training from her master.

Therefore--

Jingzhe in mid-air changed her body posture, her eyes caught the suspect who was about to enter a corner alley, and without any hesitation, she manipulated the wand to activate the Originium skill.

Click! !

A thunderbolt appeared out of thin air and tore through the sky, and precisely landed on the suspect.

"Pooh—"

Jing Zhe stepped on the ground with both legs and slid for a certain distance, and then steadily controlled the momentum of the body to stop.

"I am the Supervision Department of Dali Temple. You are under my supervision for the time being because you are suspected of murder. You have the right to remain silent, but I suggest that you better tell what you know... Uh, is it too much effort?"

Jing Zhe took off her hood and showed her ID card, but in the middle of speaking, she suddenly found that the other party was like those electrical appliances in her home, with white smoke slowly coming out of her mouth and nostrils.

Seeing that this guy won't be able to wake up for a while, Jing Zhe immediately turned around and went back to look for Orson who looked a little strange just now.

"Orson, I caught that guy—Orson!? What's wrong with you!"

Jing Zhe turned back and found that Orson had fallen on the ground at this time, and as a "righteous sister", she rushed over to check immediately.

Jing Zhe hugged Orson in her arms, and she noticed that the young man's face was blushing at this moment, and he kept breathing harder than usual.

Like...drunk too much?

Jing Zhe sniffed his nose, and the smell of alcohol from Orson's body seemed to confirm his guess.

Just when Jing Zhe was thinking whether to take off Orson's alcohol-stained clothes, she suddenly saw the ring that once belonged to 'Doctor' hanging on the inside of Orson's body.

There is a pattern printed on the outside of the ring, which is a circle divided by a vertical line, and two straight lines extend obliquely from the left and right ends of the vertical line.

"This pattern?"

Jing Zhe's eyes widened, she had seen the pattern on this ring, and also understood the meaning of this symbol.

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—About 3 years ago, in an unnamed village somewhere in the north—

"Orson Orson! Do you know what is the best thing about the time traveler?"

"Hmm... First of all, I don't even know what the meaning of 'traveler' is. Secondly, I guess it should be because I know a lot of wonderful knowledge?"

The young Ursus boy called "Orson" rubbed his round ears, and responded uncertainly to the man in front of him who was dressed in a blue-white-black-based robe, had long brown hair, and liked to call himself "Doctor". Vigorous girl.

"Duddu—wrong answer! Although 'knowledge' is a very useful thing, in a sense, knowledge is also a curse!"

"Curse... why do you say that?"

Orson tilted his head. Although he didn't know anything before the doctor appeared in this village, but along with getting along with the doctor, Orson gradually had his own thinking and yearning.

"Master, I forgot. Thanos seems to be talking about it, right? I'll ask you next time I'm free."

"It doesn't sound like the name of a person in this world."

Orson complained in a low voice, then lifted the quilt and slowly got out of bed.

"Wait a minute, Orson, your body is still..."

The Doctor tried to stop Orson from getting out of bed, but Orson just smiled and shook his head.

"I'm fine, doctor. Besides, I can't let you continue to cook today anyway. If you do that, it will really kill you..."

"Hey, I admit that my cooking is not very delicious, but I can't describe it as killing people, Orson!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lever

The doctor who was poked at the sore spot became furious, and saw the girl rolled up her sleeves and directly aimed at Orson's chubby head to move the electric light and poisonous dragon Audi Double Diamond, which made Orson burst into tears and cried out for mercy.

After a short slapstick, Orson walked to the kitchen step by step with his legs wide open and put on his apron.

"..."

The doctor looked at Orson's skin covered with crystals of black origin stone fragments, put away the playful expression just now, and instead looked a little sad and remorseful.

That child has sacrificed too much for me...

While Orson was making lunch, the 'doctor' walked into his bedroom, and took out a module from a drawer that was incompatible with the surrounding architectural style and looked extremely high-tech at first glance.

The scientific name of this thing seems to be called 'Sarcophagus Life Support Device' or 'Fusion Transcription Component', which is not a matter of concern to the 'Doctor'.

The most important point is that the remaining operating energy of this thing is bound to the length of its own life.

The last time this thing ran out of energy, I almost died of organ failure in this northern village.At that time, it was Orson, the young man who stepped forward to steal and refine the Origin Stone in such an extremely harsh environment, and re-supplied the machine with power.

As a result, the boy saved his life, but the same...

"Cough, cough, cough...! Cough, cough, cough!! Uh...the pepper is so choking, doctor, can you put less?"

"Ah... well, okay."

A heart-piercing cough came from the kitchen, and the 'doctor' knew very well that it was not because of choking, but a symptom of Orson's organ failure.

Orson continued his life, but put half of his body into the grave.

The 'doctor' thought about using her own blood to delay Orson's ore disease infection, but she couldn't even find a complete injection in this village.

It would take at least three months before the next time the traveling merchant brought supplies, and the 'doctor' knew very well that Orson's body would not be able to last until then.

What should I do……

"Doctor, come to dinner—you haven't told me the answer to the previous question?"

Orson's voice interrupted the 'Doctor' from her thoughts. The young man slowly placed the dish in front of the table, trying his best not to let himself show the pain corroded by the ore disease.

"Ah...yes, the best thing about the time traveler is that [you won't be troubled by copyright]"

Hearing Orson's words, the 'doctor' shook her head, she showed a smile that matched Orson's again, and picked up the half-spoken topic before.

"0v0?"

Unsurprisingly, Orson showed a puzzled expression.

"How to explain it to you...For example, this symbol, Orson, do you know what it means?"

The 'doctor' took out the blackboard that was often used when telling stories to Orson, and drew a round letter M on it.