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Kate ran over, stuck her head in the dog's mouth, and panted heavily.

Mo Mo stuffed the crumpled diary into the dog's mouth and said, "Help me get rid of these, same old routine."

Having received the order, Kate didn't hesitate for a moment and took off running, disappearing from sight in the dimly lit streets.

57 The Black Sausage Prank

By now, Mo Mo had nothing left to deal with. He had done everything he needed to do, and all that remained was to wait for the results.

Even now, no one knows what he's going to do or what the consequences of his actions will be.

Although he himself was not entirely clear about the general situation.

Momo just thought about it, and then decided to do it.

Can you guess what he's going to do?

The voice of the woman in white rang in Kuroyukihime's mind, causing her to pause slightly. However, she immediately obeyed the woman's voice and began to think.

What exactly is Momo trying to do?

Although Momo is only eleven or twelve years old, Kuroyukihime has long realized that Momo is extraordinary. Putting aside everything else, if the gunpowder in that box wasn't replaced with real sausages, then it must be a bomb, right?

Moreover... it's a time bomb.

An eleven or twelve-year-old child, making his own time bomb?

This can no longer be described as normal, can it?

But now, Momo has given up on making bombs and instead replaced the gunpowder strips with real sausages. This makes the bomb a joke. It will probably give people a fright when it is first opened.

Is it a prank?

That's what Kuroyukihime thought and said. It was just a casual guess from Kuroyukihime, but it silenced the mysterious woman in white.

"It seems there's a reason why he likes you. Although you two are very different in many ways, you are surprisingly similar in some aspects."

"Yes, he was definitely playing a prank."

The woman in white commented, "It was indeed a prank. Although he once really wanted to make a bomb to kill his father, now he has chosen to play a prank instead."

Kuroyukihime frowned slightly. She sensed something unusual in the white-clad woman's words and asked, "Just a prank?"

"That's right, it was just a prank. Unfortunately, the wrong time and place allowed him to still achieve the effect he wanted."

"Sometimes, a fake bomb is more effective than a real one."

"After all, would you believe that a child who is like a prodigy endured humiliation and worked hard for two years just for a prank?"

While the woman in white was exchanging thoughts with Kuroyukihime, the shadow of the woman in white also appeared beside Mo Mo, but it was the woman in white from Mo Mo's memory.

Hello, you're here again?

After tidying everything up, Mo Mo took out the gift box again. Without turning around, she greeted the woman in white who was faintly visible.

"I feel like... something's missing... That's it!"

Mo Mo seemed to have thought of something, took out a paper cutter from the toolbox, and without hesitation pricked his finger, blood gushing out quickly.

"what!"

Kuroyukihime, who was watching from the sidelines, gasped in surprise, but she was powerless to stop it, as this was, after all, just Momo's memory.

Momo opened the gift box, dripped blood onto the sausage bomb, and made the surface of the gift box bloody before putting his finger in his mouth.

After doing all this, Momo took out the colored paper she had prepared beforehand and packed the small gift box. When she put the packaged gift box to her ear, she could still hear the ticking of the digital watch inside.

At this moment, Mo Mo nodded in satisfaction, turned to look at the empty space in front of him, and said, "Don't you want to talk to me now? Fine, I'm really bored by myself."

Mo Mo waited a few seconds, and only after confirming that the woman in white really wouldn't talk to him did he sigh and return to the pile of clutter. He pulled out a few tattered books from the bottom, and when Kuroyukihime took a closer look, she realized they were comic books.

The characters above are lifelike, but I've never heard of the content about Kuroyukihime.

However, the interesting content quickly captivated Kuroyukihime. Although the book had been read countless times and the pages had turned black, this did not diminish its appeal.

Kuroyukihime was captivated, and Momo watched with rapt attention, occasionally letting out a hearty laugh. In the end, even the white-clad woman from Momo's memory joined in, and the three of them watched together.

Time passed by, and Mo Mo soon became sleepy. He turned off the light, shrank into the corner, and quietly closed his eyes.

"Is this... how he rests?"

Kuroyukihime was stunned for more than ten seconds before she realized that Mo Mo was planning to go to sleep, and the place where he was sleeping was just a corner of this basement.

Without a bed or any coverings, he curled up and fell asleep quietly.

This time, no one answered Kuroyukihime's question. All Kuroyukihime could do was to quietly and persistently watch Mo Mo, just like that mysterious woman in white, hoping that this would give Mo Mo a little bit of warmth.

The next day, as dawn broke, Mo Mo opened her eyes and stretched.

Outside the window, all was quiet. Mo Mo, carrying the gift box, tiptoed out of the basement and out of the room, careful not to wake the room's true owner.

After stepping out of the house, Kate, who was in a cardboard box in the yard, hopped and skipped towards Momo, as if she was about to pounce on Momo again. Momo quickly threw her a few bread crumbs to attract the attention of the hungry dog.

Momo didn't linger, but went straight to his workplace, Ham's gun shop. It was Saturday, and the shop shouldn't be open, but today was an exception.

Today is the day the gang leader is replaced. The evil spirit from the East has risen to the highest level in just a few years, and now, under the old leader's decree, he is to take over the position of leader.

This is a big deal, especially for the entire neighborhood.

Bob is right. There's no one in the whole neighborhood or the whole city who isn't connected to a gang. All the people who are doing well are bastards. Some of them still have a conscience, while others have long since become complete villains.

For example, the group of people in front of Mo Mo, who were with Bob, were all big and burly, and dozens of them were carrying all sorts of things.

Although everyone was dressed in suits and ties for the sake of neatness, even in these clothes, they could not hide their villainous aura.

Moreover, there was a hint of savagery in the eyes of this group of people. They seemed to be no longer content with being villains, but wanted to go further and become demons.

"You little brat, if you don't come soon, I'll definitely spank your ass!"

Seeing Momo arrive, Ham breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his chin, and one of his trusted confidants came to Momo's side and extended his hand to him.

At this moment, Mo Mo seemed to be scared again. His body trembled and his face turned pale. He handed the gift box to his confidant.

His confidant also looked unwell, practically carrying the gift box over. Few people knew what was inside the gift box, but he did.

He was still somewhat incredulous; could a child really make something like this?

However, Momo's skills have already been proven in reality; the female chef at Ham's shop has already become quite famous.

One advantage of villains is that they tend to trust their eyes and ears more than their brains, and Momo's craftsmanship and skills have long convinced them of that.

Especially when his trusted confidant carefully pressed his ear against the screen and heard the ticking sound, his face turned even paler.

He approached Ham with the gift box in his hand. Ham's lips twitched slightly as he whispered, "Did this kid really pull it off? Should we open it to confirm?"

"No, no, don't do this, Ham. To be honest, I suspect this thing could explode at any moment. Why do we have to use this kid's stuff? We've prepared our own..."

Ham rolled his eyes at his confidant and said, "The reason we failed before was because of our reputation. Right now, that Eastern devil's fame is at its peak. We must let others know that he is a real devil whom even his own son wants to kill. Such a person can never lead a gang, and can never replace me. That's the most important thing, understand?"

"As for whether this will work out or not... put it among the gifts later, and keep our people far away..."

Ham whispered to his confidant for a while before waving his hand at Mo Mo and saying, "Get lost, kid. Go wherever you want to fool around today and tomorrow."

The confidant chuckled and muttered, "This brat is his son, isn't that...?"

“Just a brat,” Ham scoffed. “Don’t forget, he’s our cash cow. He wants to kill his father, and we’re just helping him out. He should be thanking us, haha, let’s go! We’ve put up with that guy for two years. My revenge…”

Ham’s eyes suddenly turned blood red, filled with a bestial gaze. He remembered his hatred for that Eastern devil, which was definitely not just a hatred for a hand.

"You absolutely must report it!"

A large group of people left in a grand procession. Mo Mo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched them depart, but then he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

"You little bastard, what have you done? What are those thugs up to?"

Unexpectedly, Bob, the homeless man, appeared. When Mo Mo saw him, she smiled and said, "It's been two years, and this is the first time I've seen you get up before noon."

"I'm worried about you, kid. You didn't get involved, did you?"

“No, Uncle Bob, I’m just giving my dad a gift. Ham said he’d pass it on for me.”

"What kind of gift is it?"

"Black sausage."

Mo Mo smiled slightly, while Bob seemed to have lost his soul and stood motionless.

"Really, it's a black sausage?"

Bob asked in a hoarse voice, and Momo nodded affirmatively.

After a long while, Bob finally let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Alright, kid, go to that freckled girl's house you like. You have to listen to me today. No matter what happens, you can't come out, understand?"

"Kate, you damned dog! Your little master has fed you for two years. It's time for you to repay him. Today, you will protect your little master with your dog's life, understand?"

"Wang!"

Kate exclaimed excitedly, then stood up and started spinning around.

"Pah, I really don't know if this dog is stupid or smart!"

Bob patted Momo on the head and said, "Good boy, get out of here right now. Listen to me, leave now, no, run! I want to see you panting for breath!"

Momo nodded, called out to Kate, and the two of them ran off into the distance, leaving Bob alone, tugging at his beard.

Author's Note:

PS: Thank you to the original nickname Too Ugly for the 1500 points reward + two monthly tickets, thank you to Zombie Daojun Xiangchuanbu, Deep Blue Nightmare, Saboglang, and Book Guest 614543496 for each of the 100 points, and thank you to Sephiroth for the 1 monthly ticket!

58 Gunshots, explosions, sirens, playing in the mud

Momo listened to what the homeless man Bob said, and then went back to Jenny's house.

Jenny also left home at this time and went to school. Although it was Saturday, according to her, she should have gone to school to deal with dropping out.

The streets are definitely more crowded than usual on Saturday, but it's still early, and the neighborhood kids probably had a great night out last night, so they won't wake up so easily after a hangover.

Jenny's house was quiet. Jenny's mother had come to the small yard as usual and sat in a chair, lost in thought. If no one reminded her, she would remain lost in thought until noon before remembering to prepare lunch.

Of course, she still never cooks when preparing lunch.

"George, why are you back? Weren't you away on a business trip?"

The woman was surprised to see Mo Mo. Mo Mo smiled slightly and said, "Mom, the company changed its plans at the last minute. I have time this week, so I came to keep you company."