Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Leon couldn't come out. He had never had much money to spend in these years. He was illiterate and had no hobbies. Apart from watching TV after work, he had no other life.

He is even worse at asking for his reward from Old Tony.

"That's it..."

Mori Yuesha raised her feet and patted the man's shoulder.

"You should really listen to the public lectures held in the community specifically for blue-collar workers to learn how to avoid being scammed."

Leon didn't understand.

Mori Yuesa looked sympathetic: "Do you think your money is still there, Mr. Killer?"

Of course, at old Tony's, he had the restaurant and was keeping my pay—he'd been in it a long time, steady, secretive, never a chatterbox, very resourceful.

"Oh."

Mori Yuesa looked at Leon, a man with a sincere expression but a little worried about being looked down upon for having little money, and watched him carefully hand her the slightly softened bill - looking past him, she saw the people coming and going on the street.

A red bus, a singer playing guitar on the opposite corner, a white-collar woman holding a parasol, and a homeless man sleeping on the floor under the bus stop sign.

And there is this old man in front of him who is as cautious as a child.

Mori Yuesha suddenly felt a little happy and a little sad - this time the wait was not in vain, the story was very exciting.

Leon held up the long, thin roll of bills.

The girl in front of him didn't answer, but asked him quietly.

"Leon, think about your answer."

It was the first time the girl called his name. She stood in the shadow of the sunshade of the coffee shop, her long black hair drooping like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair twisted like tiny tentacles.

She raised her head, exuding a sense of danger that made his hair stand on end.

There was indifference in his eyes.

"I'm in a good mood recently," she said, "So, I hope this story can have a happy ending, Leon."

"Do you want to?"

The man had no idea what she was talking about.

She looked at the girl, watching her lazily raise a finger to curl her hair, and then yawn like a cat basking in the sun.

The doll waited patiently for the man's answer.

Leon nodded subconsciously.

"Although I don't know what you mean," he said, "I hope you and Matilda can have a wonderful life."

Chapter 25 The sudden female detective

The happy ending that Mori Yuesha mentioned was that Matilda chopped off the limbs of the corrupt policeman named Stanfield, leaving only a tiny bit of his thigh and upper arm.

What kind of happy ending is this?!

"How interesting. Look, look—" Mori Yuesha pointed at the cat and mouse playing on TV. The two immortal creatures were making it more difficult for the owner of the house to clean up, and they had already spread from the kitchen to the garden.

"Then you can show off in front of him, kick his face, step on his - he has no feet, then step on whatever you want." Mori Yuesha sat on the bed and danced: "The most important thing."

"He can't catch up with you."

"I'm so anxious."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Matilda: ...

She was increasingly unable to understand Mori Yuesha's thinking.

"I just want to kill him and his gang."

Leon disagreed with Matilda's move. In his words, "You can't let hatred control your mind."

And what Mori Yuesha meant was: Don’t listen to Leon’s nonsense.

'An eye for an eye, blood for blood.'

——Matilda leaned against the wall and covered her mouth tightly.

She sneaked out today while Nagini and Mori Yuesa were out shopping - Leon was not at home and the crime scene was next door. The girl quietly opened the yellow seal and ran into the house.

He tapped a floor tile with ease, pulled it out, and opened the small box hidden underneath.

The gap between the bricks formed a small groove, and inside it was a large bag of US dollars wrapped in a transparent soft bag.

That was where her father hid his money. All the money he earned from his bad deeds was here. The girl took her messenger bag, put on her hat, stuffed bundles of banknotes into the bag, and was about to leave when -

A few pairs of leather shoes pushed the door open and walked in.

Mixed in was a pair of high heels.

Hence the present scene.

Stanfield was wearing a pair of brown leather shoes and walking around the room in a somewhat manic manner. Following behind him were two annoying guys, one black and one yellow.

The dark-skinned man was strong and muscular, and his black suit and white shirt were bulging. Standing next to him was a woman, wearing a black suit, with oriental looks and dark eyes. She didn't look like a police officer at work, but more like the black man's assistant.

Matilda heard them say:

'We know you're busy, we'll get back to you as soon as possible.'

'Please describe the events of that day in detail.'

These two sentences were said by the black man behind Stanfield.

Matilda pricked up her ears and tightened her grip on her satchel.

'The man standing here, a little to the side, takes out his gun right here - and we shoot him.'

The voice asked again: 'Where were the children?'

Stanfield said with a smile in his voice, but he said it in a roar: "I don't know! It should be at school? Right? Where else can it be?"

'Your statement said that you were the first to enter the scene. Didn't you see the child?'

"There's no fucking surveillance here! The door is broken, can you please use your brain before asking me?!"

The interrogator was not angered and calmly asked: "Did you follow the procedure? Please explain the process in detail."

Matilda heard silence behind the wall for a while, and then the sound of leather shoes stepping quickly across the floor tiles.

Stanfield lowered his voice and looked at the two clerks: "One of my brothers who has fought through life and death is injured... What the hell do you want from me?" He stared at the black man madly, eye to eye.

"I want your cooperation, Stan," the black man said.

"Ha, really?" Stanfield waved his hands tremblingly, shaking in front of the two agents like a lunatic: "I don't have time to answer your bullshit questions--!"

He quickly calmed down after yelling. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the black man's gun holster strap, and with his other hand he adjusted his shirt collar, and said in a flat tone: "If you want me to cooperate, come to my office. DEA Drug Enforcement Administration, 4602, Norman Stanfield."

Suddenly, the woman spoke: "Are you using anger as a disguise to avoid problems you can't explain?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Stanfield smiled and turned his gaze away from the black man to the woman with long black hair.

'Madam, you are an assistant or something, I don't know - you are definitely not from here. I advise you to keep silent about things you don't know: don't use it to anger me when you can use it to make men happy.'

Stanfield approached the woman rudely, but she stood there without changing her expression.

'You don't want to piss off a crackhead from the DEA, especially one who got beaten up by a drug dealer and wounded his own brother.'

Matilda heard the woman chuckle.

"I'm not from here, Mr. Stan. But what are the consequences of pissing you off? Throwing your fist at me in a rage, and then having my head ripped off and shoved up your injured brother's ass?"

'Mr. Psycho?'

Quiet again.

Stanfield pushed the two men away and walked out of the house in a rage.

Matilda let the tears on her face condense and fall one by one. She held her bag and waited until all the shoe sounds disappeared before she slowly stood up from behind the wall.

She stopped in the middle of the corridor, in front of a human figure drawn in chalk.

The small shape belongs to her brother.

Face down, struggling to crawl towards the door.

Matilda knelt on the tiles, carefully stroking the figure drawn with chalk lines with her hands.

Warm tears washed away the lines drop by drop.

"Don't get the trace fixing wire wet."

Matilda looked up in horror.

In the corner opposite, the woman who had just spoken was holding a cigarette, leaning against the wall with her legs crossed, quietly looking at her.

"Second daughter, huh?" She smiled and walked over in black high heels. Her soft face had a special tenderness, and she didn't look like a detective assistant or a resolute police officer.

Matilda stood up quickly and backed away holding her bag. Her brown eyes darted around, looking for a way to escape around the woman.

The other party seemed to notice her nervousness and stopped when he was still a few meters away.

"You don't have to run. I'm not in cahoots with that corrupt policeman Stanfield." She opened her arms to show herself: "I'm unarmed, and I'm not a threat. I'm not from here, girl, you don't have to worry about that."

Matilda still looked back with caution. The girl's chestnut-colored bob was messed up by herself, and there was a lot of dust on the corners of her eyes and face from the wet tears.

"I'm on vacation but..."

The woman raised her hand holding the cigarette and reached into her inner pocket with the other hand to pull out her wallet and show it to Matilda. "But I came here to help my friend as he asked me to."

That is a certificate.

"FBI Agent: Naomi Misora."

Chapter 26 Woman in the photo shoot

Mori Yuesa had no idea what was happening around Matilda.

The weather was very good today, so she took Nagini out for a stroll and asked the maid to buy some daily necessities as planned. They would be leaving here in two days.

"What are you going to do, Yuesha?"

"Matilda?"

Nagini actually didn't want Mori Yuesha to take Matilda away. She also had a dark past and understood how important that sturdy rope was to a drowning person. She eventually left that world with Mori Yuesha smoothly.

But Matilda is different. She is just an ordinary human girl and they will be separated sooner or later.

They have been together for too long and are too familiar with each other. Leaving suddenly will only hurt the child.

She had tried to avoid it as much as possible in the past two days.

"Leave it to Leon." Mori Yuesha looked at the tall billboard and said casually: "Mr. Killer likes her very much. Maybe she can be a daughter or something."

Nagini really wanted to know what the "something else" that Mori Yuesha mentioned contained.

"It's not important, it's not important... What are they doing over there?" Mori Yuesa stared at the street corner not far away - a coffee shop that was more upscale than where they lived, scattered parents with their children watching, and a man carrying a camera.

It's like taking pictures of something.

Mori Yuesha skipped across the street and got into the crowd. An empty coffee shop, polite waiters, fashionable women, and a machine that focused on everything.

There is also coffee on the table.

"We're shooting a commercial, Master." Nagini whispered, looking at the serious director who yelled 'cut' and said, "Do you know that actor?"

Mori Yuesa looked at it carefully again and suddenly realized.

"Ah! That, that sister who was a guest star in The Truman Show!"

A girl with blond hair and twin ponytails wearing gothic clothes, called "Dark Eriri" by Nagini. Her long hair is combed up, she wears a knee-length dark grey skirt and white high heels.