My life can't be a harem game!

104. Brothers, don’t be gay and plan

The night grew deeper. After finishing all the housework, big and small, Lu Fengxian and Ze Zhiyue came into the room and squeezed in front of the computer desk.

“Computers suck.”

Wiping the dust off the computer, Ze Zhiyue commented that even someone like him who had hardly any contact with computers could see that this computer was outdated. After all, such a big-butt computer was a product of at least several years ago. Nowadays, electronic products are changing with each passing day. Computers that were released a few years ago are now either in museums or in recycling stations. It is really rare to see one still in operation.

Without responding to this comment, Lu Fengxian also knew that the one he had at home was really bad. At least in Ze Zhiyue's office, the computer he had that was provided by the hospital was at least hundreds of times more expensive than his own.

He inserted the card he currently had and Ze Zhiyue's black card together, and two pages with modern styles popped up at the same time, each occupying half of the sky without infringing on each other.

The page of the Supervisory Bureau is mainly white, with freshness as a secondary color. The simple and elegant design style makes people feel comfortable when looking at it.

The Killer Guild's is a bit non-mainstream. Not only does it have a devil's fang border, but the text is also completely blood red, which is completely different from the Supervisory Bureau's.

Having seen the task list of the Supervisory Bureau, Lu Fengxian naturally gave priority to the Killer Guild....

[Top mission - target; assassinate the directors of the Supervisory Bureau in each city - kill him, hand over his head, and after confirming that it is the real person, give each person 10 million Asian currency, no upper limit, there are as many directors of the Supervisory Bureau as there are names in the world, and there is as much money here as there is]

[Top Quest - Target; Demi-Human Corpses - Demi-Human corpses are extremely valuable and precious. For each of the top 20 Demi-Human corpses in the Demi-Human race, we will give you 500,000 Demi-Human coins. There is no upper limit. We will take as many as you can get.]

[Advanced Mission - Target: The King of Bakuos - The foolish king openly searches for the true location of the Assassin's Guild, and makes a bold statement that he will wipe them all out. Take his head, we only want him dead, the bounty is 50 million Asian coins!]

........

Different, very small but also very big. The style of this so-called assassins' union is too free. Although the rewards don't sound as tempting as those of the General Supervision Bureau, in fact, the total number of the top 20 sub-human races is over 10,000. If the other party is not joking, the money is enough to kill people...

"This is the so-called assassin's union. It's completely arbitrary. Maybe you don't feel anything when you hear it, but our hospital once roughly estimated the number of sub-human races ranked in the top 20 in the world..."

Ze Zhiyue's voice was very solemn. Even though he was not short of money, he was still shocked by the number. "There are hundreds of thousands of them."

"What's wrong?" Lu Fengxian expressed his confusion. Ze Zhiyue's expression at this moment was more like fear than shock.

"Hundreds of billions of Asian currency, and it was launched fifty years ago, when the Asian race officially integrated with humans. At that time, the price of goods was about 30% lower than it is now... Don't you understand?" Ze Zhiyue bit his thumb gently with his lips when he said this, with a smile on his face full of curiosity that was almost overflowing. "Ten years ago, the human upper class was not friendly to the Asian race at all, and wanted to expel... no, to kill all the powerful Asian races!"

The truth was so shocking that Lu Fengxian was stunned for a long time. Finally, he gasped with a hiss and the hairs on his body began to stand on end. In this era when demi-humans and humans coexist, such an old story actually happened...

It cannot be underestimated. After all, if this happened in this era, when sub-humans appeared and coexisted with humans, this kind of information would definitely be widely spread. By then, it would be like a scandal about the Mayan civilization, making some big news about the destruction of the world, which would panic a considerable number of fools among the civilians, and then they would curse again when they came to collect the treasure and found nothing happened.

Of course, compared to those kinds of scandals, Lu Fengxian was more worried about the relationship between humans and demi-humans. Perhaps it was a bit too arrogant for a small nobody like him to worry about this, but it was a fact that his sister's illness might need help from demi-humans. He was unlucky and happened to run into this wave of epidemic. If he worried about it again, he would probably regret it.

It's really, really fun!

Because Lu Fengxian was thinking about the possibility of using demi-humans to cure his sister's illness, he didn't see the evil curve that appeared on Ze Zhiyue's mouth beside him. Compared with this peaceful and prosperous world, he hoped that life could have more fun. If demi-humans and humans were hostile, it would mean that more demi-humans would appear in the human world and would no longer stay in their own area which was rich but occupied less than one tenth of the world.

In the past, there was no absolute need for me to seek out demi-humans to learn from. After all, unlike humans, demi-humans would only seek treatment from doctors of the same race even if they were sick, and would never reveal the physical characteristics of their own race...

"The horns of the ghosts, the diapers of the centaurs, the fallopian tubes of the pigmen, the reproduction method of Medusa, there are so many mysteries that I need to discover. This is really, so fun!!!"

The more he screamed in his heart, the more excited he felt. Compared with ordinary people, he enjoyed the profession of doctor more. He enjoyed the intense pleasure brought by learning about the human body. Whenever he was lying on the bed or standing next to the operating table, he would enjoy it with all his strength, controlling women as if they were controlling the lives of patients...

Just when he was obsessed with this matter, a hand patted his shoulder silently. When he looked up, he saw a pair of dark eyes shining with bright light.

It was Lu Fengxian who came back to his senses from his reverie first and made a great decision.

"Ze Zhiyue, I originally thought it was unnecessary, but, but, now, please, please, please, please, please, please..." It was particularly difficult to say this sentence. Lu Fengxian's red face and struggling made Ze Zhiyue a little dazed. An unrealistic idea appeared in his mind. Could it be, could it be...

"I want to team up with you!"

This sentence made Ze Zhiyue suddenly calm down, and the expectant expression on his face froze. Even a person like him had to admit that there was a huge difference between ideals and reality.

..........

..........

What kind of person is the real Ze Zhiyue?

Others may not know this, but Lu Fengxian clearly knows and understands the habits of this family.

He has a fetish for all kinds of uniforms. As long as they are uniforms, stewardesses, office ladies, students, waiters, and even military uniforms... etc., they are all his hobbies.

The wide range of hunting for sex partners brings about a wider range of intersections, and he has come into contact with people from all professions in the world.

The police are one of them.

If he didn't like the profession of doctor, he could quickly master more than 90% of the professions in this world and become the best in them.

Become my partner...

The meaning of this sentence is actually quite profound. It not only means that I hope he can help me work in the Supervision Bureau, but also has a deeper meaning...

Become a police officer.

Refuse to work with idiots!

Being with a guy who talks so much about morality and justice, not to mention the failure of completing the mission, there is also a high possibility that you will be sacrificed. Anyone would refuse.

After a little thought about what Lu Fengxian said, he understood the meaning behind it. However, Ze Zhiyue was helpless. He had heard Lu Fengxian talk about that kind of woman. From the short time they had spent together, he could tell that both her IQ and EQ were at a very pathetic level. He was afraid that he would sleep with her five times the first time they met...

"You don't seem to know that people who have registered with the Supervisory Bureau are also registered with the police. I don't think it's possible for me to become a real police officer." Ze Zhiyue shrugged helplessly and explained, "Before, there was a policewoman who asked me to register and then partner with her. I thought it was fun, so I registered..."

Finally, while on a mission, he got involved with other people, got tired of this kind of work, and simply quit - Lu Fengxian said that he could guess the reason why he quit with his big toe.

While he was speechless, Ze Zhiyue's words also made Lu Fengxian fall into despair. What a joke! Did he really have to force himself to cooperate with that idiot? No, absolutely not.

"I have a better idea. Do you think it will work?"

"good idea?"

"But it might be a little cruel to the idiot you mentioned..."

.........

Busy, every day is busy.

Work hard, work hard every moment.

As a noble person, as a person who has escaped from vulgarity, as a special...

"Youpeng, don't be distracted!"

The absent-minded Aoi was awakened by slamming the table and shouting angrily. The fat-bellied male Mediterranean in front of him smashed today's entertainment newspaper in his hand on the table and said, "Look carefully. You have become the first eyewitness at the crime scene for the 35th time. The name of the Death Police has spread throughout the city. You appear at every murder scene so seriously and responsibly. You are really a good role model for the police!"

"I'm so terrified, Section Chief!" Aritomo Aoi answered subconsciously.

"Look up sarcastic terms before you use them, stop meddling in my business, and write five apologies!" The section chief yelled, almost having a heart attack.

"Yes——!" Aritomo's answer was still very instinctive.

A heavy task for everyone.

Today is the day approaching the New Year in District 13, and it is also the 30th time that You Pengkui has written a self-criticism. If you count the number, the number of self-criticisms has exceeded 100. He has become extremely familiar with writing self-criticisms.

However, anyone who makes mistakes frequently will accumulate pressure, and when there is pressure, they will want to relax.

Today is no exception.

Going to the bar at one o'clock in the morning is Aoi's way of relaxing. Drinking a large glass of strong beer, getting drunk, and lying on the table in a daze to express his dissatisfaction is the only way for Aoi to relax.

"What? Section Chief, I'm also working hard. I'm clearly working hard..."

Repeating this sentence over and over, thinking back to the rich businessman who was killed in revenge today, Aoi couldn't say anything to complain. No matter how frustrated she was, she couldn't let her family see it when she got home. She had to be strong, work hard, and...

"Boss, give me another glass of Francis cocktail!"

"What is that? I've never heard of it."

"Then give me two more bottles of the wine in my hand!"

Shouting the name of a non-existent drink, Aoi lay on the table, looking at the brown drink in her hand with a dazed look. The light from inside was gentle yet quiet. This was why she always came back here to drink when she wanted to vent. There was no noise, no bustle, she could just vent herself to her heart's content...

However, today was not going well. There were two most attractive people in the bar. One was the various delicious liquors, and the other was women who could tell the other person was sad just by looking at them.

Especially when the woman does not seem to be very bright, some playboys will like to flock to her.

A young man with dyed blonde hair and two stars tattooed on his shoulders approached Aoi with a smile on his face and placed the cup in his hand on the table, making a "Duang" sound. It was not loud, but it was enough to attract the confused Aoi.

"Is there anyone around?"

"Eh?"

The two young men with dyed blond hair said to Aoi with a frivolous smile, their eyes were very gentle, they didn't look at Aoi's face, but kept looking at the huge woman lying on the table, swaying back and forth. They looked just like that, but this pair was really...

"You're so distracted and can't stop~~~right?"

"Yep!"

"Fuck you, get out!"

But when they heard this voice, the two young men with star tattoos on their hands didn't have time to react before the other party kicked them out one by one.

The force was so strong that the two young men fainted in the corner.

"Hey, Miss Police, why are you drinking here alone?"

Holding the wine in the hand of the person who had just kicked away, the newcomer sat down in the seat next to Aoi. "You are alone, and there is no man who drinks the same wine as you. It seems that you are quite lonely!"

His solid chest muscles were exposed, and he was wearing black sunglasses even in the middle. His brown middle-parted hair made him look quite charming. This man, who was obviously a veteran in the bar, appeared next to Aoi and raised his glass to her. The confused Aoi subconsciously followed suit.

"cheers!"

Half an hour later, he was completely drunk and taken home...

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105. Ze Zhiyue; I came, I saw, I have a friend in social security, your sister!

Yes, that unspeakable darkness.

Yes, that extremely painful dream.

The scene gradually became clear, and a child around eight or nine years old was standing in front of 'him'.

It's the same again, every time, looking at it from the perspective of a perpetrator, observing the victim...

"I told you to get out, didn't I?"

The figure of a child loomed in my eyes.

"Why are you still here?"

The child's figure kept approaching, no, it should be said that it was approaching the child.

"I haven't finished sorting it out yet, I..."

boom!

A heavy kick landed hard on the child's stomach. He rolled over and struggled in anger, and then was grabbed by the hair and pulled up...

"I'm very unhappy now..."

Punches and kicks landed on his body again and again, twisting and rolling, and then being pulled up again in pain.

There was no begging for mercy, nor any screams, only the sound of fists landing on the body.

The beating lasted for fifteen minutes, and when it stopped, 'himself' spoke.

"Huh, I've let out some of my anger. Get up and tidy up..."

However, what came in return was an eerie silence. The child did not speak, nor did he move.

My finger moved and placed on the child's nose. After a sudden tremor...

"died?"

There was no sadness, no regrets, and a voice of great surprise sounded. I could feel that instead of repenting, I could only think about how to dispose of the child's body without leaving any trace.

In the dark room, I can clearly see my eyes which are filled with a hint of fear...

"My life can't be ruined by a little devil."

.....This is scum.

The dream ends here.

..........

In an old Japanese-style building in District 13 that could be considered quaint, a large white lamp was hung on the wooden ceiling. She subconsciously reached to the side, but found nothing. Without caring about anything else, she got up from the bed and searched around for a long time before she found the notebook. She then wrote down what she had just dreamed of on it.