Coroner Coroner

It's as casual as going back to your own home.

"Alas..." Lin Xinyi bit the bullet and silently helped to send Belmode's luggage into his bedroom.

And when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw...

Belmode was busy undressing.

She took off her top hat casually, untied that delicate lady's bun, and let her long, smooth and smooth silver hair fall down her shoulders.

Then, she unbuttoned the dark windbreaker with British style, and put it on the armrest of the sofa.

And at this time, Lin Xinyi saw clearly...

The lining of her long trench coat was neatly and orderly tied with daggers, pistols, stealth mobile phones...

It's almost like an arsenal.

What's even more shocking is... Belmode also took advantage of the opportunity to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing inside, revealing his fair and delicate collarbone.

Immediately afterwards, she reached in through the open neckline, fumbled for a while, and found out a small spare pistol.

"Is there a place to hide things?"

Lin Xinyi was slightly shocked by this space magic.

"Heh..." Belmode noticed Lin Xinyi's gaze.

She gently brushed her loose silver hair behind her ears, and said playfully:

"Looks like you've grown up too, boy."

"..." Lin Xinyi silently turned his head away, ignoring the teasing of this poor elder.

"Would you like to talk to me?"

Belmode patted the empty sofa beside him and motioned for him to sit over:

"Teacher, I really want to talk to you."

"I still have a paper to publish, and I'm not available."

As soon as Lin Xin said this, he turned around and wanted to go to the study to find a clean place.

But Belmode, as always, held him tight:

"Boy, are you short of money now?"

"There are only a few pitiful coins left in the wallet..."

She shook the empty wallet in her hand that was hungry and malnourished, with a slightly unhappy expression:

"The money was spent on that woman again?"

"It's so stupid to be able to..."

Saying that, Belmode's tone quietly became complicated again:

"No wonder you didn't drive to the wedding. It turns out that you can't even pay for the gas."

"You're so poor, aren't you willing to call me for help?"

"You..." Lin Xinyi touched his pocket, his face darkened:

His wallet was touched by that woman without knowing when.

"Alas..." Seeing Lin Xinyi's unhappy face, Belmode sighed softly.

She opened her handbag and took out a card from it:

"Come and chat with me, and I'll give it to you."

"The password is your birthday."

"It contains your salary and part of my savings, which is enough for you to spend."

Lin Xinyi's movements of turning around and leaving suddenly stopped.

Of course he is not a person who is greedy for money.

If possible, he would not want to talk to this dangerous woman at all.

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"This is my salary!"

"Before transmigrating into a criminal, he was a poor ghost."

"After transmigrating into a criminal, you are still a poor ghost."

"If you don't get this salary, wouldn't I be a criminal for nothing?"

With a determination to risk his life for his salary, Lin Xinyi turned around resolutely and sat back beside Belmode.

He put on a reserved look of "I really don't want red envelopes, why are you so polite" during the Chinese New Year, and calmly put the card into his pocket.

"that…"

Lin Xinyi still kept a cold face, but his voice was a little less confident.

This situation of taking money to chat with him made him subconsciously feel that he was engaged in some special profession.

"Teacher, what do you want to talk about?"

Lin Xinyi asked this question, but Belmode didn't say anything.

She just hugged Lin Xinyi lightly.

It's not a lover's hug, but more like a mother hugging her child.

Because now it was Lin Xinyi who was hugged and laid on her shoulders, not the other way around.

"You finally came back to me..."

Belmode murmured so.

There was a tiredness in her voice that she had never shown before.

It was as if a ferocious lioness returned to her den after a day of fighting and finally fell asleep in peace.

Lin Xinyi couldn't help being touched...

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the woman hugging him tightly in front of him seemed not as vicious and ruthless as he imagined?

But this feeling only lasted for a while.

Because Belmode woke up from "sleep" soon.

When she gently pushed Lin Xinyi away so that Lin Xinyi could meet her eyes, her expression became as elegant and mysterious as usual.

With a kind of unpredictable danger.

Lin Xinyi was quietly appreciating the danger.

But Belmode suddenly said:

"Why... don't you have anything to tell me?"

"In the past, you were always so enthusiastic in front of me, and you always took the initiative to find topics."

"But now... you're not cute at all."

"..." Lin Xinyi could only remain silent: "I told you, people change."

"Really..." Belmode looked at Lin Xinyi thoughtfully.

Lin Xinyi was a little uncomfortable being stared at.

And at this moment, a phone call hit his cell phone just right.

"Who is it?" Belmode was a little curious.

"Miss Maori..." Lin Xinyi replied unnaturally when he saw the caller ID.

"Oh?" Belmode narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Can I listen to this call?"

"By the way..." She specially instructed, "Don't say that I'm by your side."

"I really want to know what Miss Morley will talk to you in private."

"I..." Lin Xinyi's cold face quietly became more tense:

Oops... Mao Lilan may not know that she is still with Belmode all the time.

If she said something carelessly on the phone that shouldn't be said, the situation would be troublesome.

But now, seeing Belmode's unpredictable emerald green eyes, Lin Xinyi didn't dare to find a reason to refuse.

"can."

Lin Xinyi tried his best to keep calm.

Then, with a gambling mentality, he turned on the phone's hands-free:

"Miss Morley, what's the matter?"

"Lin, Mr. Lin..."

Unexpectedly, there was helplessness in Mao Lilan's voice:

"I... I may have gotten into trouble."

"Huh?!" The first person to react was not Lin Xinyi, but Belmode.

She frowned tightly, and there was concern in her eyes that no one could detect.

"Get into trouble?" Lin Xinyi also looked serious: "What happened?"

"I…"

Mao Lilan organized the language with difficulty:

"I might...kill someone."