I paid too much for the manga highlights

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[Ahhhh! !This rollover is too fast!Caught off guard!I didn't know which angle to look at for a while_(:з」∠)_]

[Based on the concern of the police academy team for Toru and their own sensitivity, it is too late for Hei Che to overturn now...]

[Indeed, if Hiro and the others were not dazzled by the joy of the reunion at the beginning, they probably would have felt wrong on the side of the road—after all, how could such a big toru make a phone call in the sun! ]

[Justice walks with the shadows, evil walks with the light and shadows, save Hashiha... What a dramatic knife, Xiangxiang! ]

[I just ask the police academy team to be smarter, although toru is hacked, but he is himself!You can't exclude children, woo woo woo! (Pull the collar and shake.jpg)]

[Looking at his companions making excuses to leave one by one, even Hei Che would feel confused and sad, right?What do you mean by the last scene?What does it mean to temporarily regain the former self, and what does this have to do with Zaozhi? ! ]

[Yeah...Cinsuo has never appeared, I suspect that the old thief will make trouble later]

The door of the classroom was closed again. Although several people really went to get the brushes and cloth for making flags, they all put them aside tacitly, with serious faces.

Matsuda Jinping stood holding the paint, a little dazed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the curtains blown by the wind, and was suddenly upset. He walked over and closed the windows and curtains somewhat roughly, returning the whole space to a dark atmosphere.

"Come on, did something happen?" The curly-haired young man hesitated to pull the stool, his face wrinkled, "It has something to do with toru? No, I think it's too useless for you to make excuses!"

"It's free but it's effective." Jiang Guling sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and said to himself, "He seems to have discovered..."

Hagiwara Kenji coughed lightly, and asked Furutani Rei: "Can you get in touch with that police officer Hanezuka? According to what Toru said, he should have been in the police military hospital after he woke up."

Rei Fuguya lowered his head, sent a message to Hayato Hanazuka, then closed the lid and said, "Come back to business, you all found out that toru...Chiyoya Toru has changed, right?"

He hesitated for a moment, and changed the nickname, but pressed his lips tightly after saying it.

"It's changed too much." Datehang said succinctly, "He didn't even ask how your hand injury is. I thought he would respond."

For the former Chiyoya Toru, let alone just asking, you may even ask Fugu Rei to be precise about what medicine was prescribed and when to apply it.

He doesn't care much about his own body, but he is very concerned about the daily life of the people around him, which can be regarded as an alternative "double standard".

Hearing what Date said, Fugu Rei's expression became even more gloomy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang exhaled slowly: "When the squad leader and I saw him, he was standing under the sun with his sleeves rolled up, looking at his mobile phone, obviously next to the eaves of the coffee shop—but the question Hagi probed felt a little strange."

Hagiwara Kenji "tsk": "If it's an impostor, it shouldn't be so accurate that even the model of the gift from the squad leader can be so clearly remembered? It's impossible for ordinary spies to know such details."

His tentative point at that time can be said to be very abrupt and inadvertent, and even most people would focus on the ink rather than the model of the pen.

Only Chiyoya Toru, who is as careful as a hair, can write down all the gifts that he has only for a few moments.

Matsuda Jinpei only reacted now: "I'm going! Are you suspecting that Toru is not himself?! How is it possible!"

"How is it impossible?" Hagiwara Kenji said weakly, "Do you think I think so? He's not right from the beginning to the end! This is a month away, not ten years!"

"Why don't you feel anything, you idiot?"

"I thought he was a little unhappy because I got involved." Matsuda Zhenping muttered, "After all, the old wizard obviously caused trouble on purpose."

Jiang Gu Ling couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Idiot!"

"However!" Matsuda Jinpei rarely raised an argument with Jiang Gu Ling, he solemnly raised his fingers, and said firmly, "He is definitely a toru."

The room was dim, and the curly-haired young man held his hands in front of him, with an expression as if he was doing some religious ritual, which made the bystanders heave a sigh of relief, waiting for the next sentence.

Then one second, two seconds...

Date asked: "And then?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at a loss: "Ah? What then?"

Hagiwara Kenji couldn't hold back and slapped him on the back of the head: "Please explain clearly to me, hey!"

"The accent is exactly the same as before! This kind of thing is not easy to imitate, and it's not so fast to learn in a month-not to mention that you think Toru will hand over all your information so easily?"

Matsuda Jinpei touched the back of his head aggrievedly, and said clearly, "My instinct must be him!"

Compared with the other serious people, he was still a little out of the situation, or in other words, because he sat closest to Chiyoya Toru, he had the most intuitive feeling.

Chiyoya Toru has indeed changed a lot, but he is still the same person.

Matsuda Jinpei's thoughts were even a little far away. He felt that there seemed to be a strange sense of security in Chiyotani Saori, which made him subconsciously relax his vigilance...

Hagiwara Kenji sighed after hearing what his young boy said, but it seemed to make sense: "What's the use?"

Intuition is very mysterious, but at this moment, it is like a life-saving straw, making everyone's hearts that were originally biased to one side return to the entangled track again.

The few people were silent, too many abnormalities were placed in front of them, making it difficult to ignore, like ink that suddenly appeared on a white paper, and even faintly had a tendency to spread.

Chiyoya Toru has been working very hard to integrate into them. Judging from the content of the speech, except that it does not match his previous personality, there is really no problem with the amount of information.

"Could it be—" Zhu Fu Jingguang murmured, "If it hits the brain, I remember which book mentioned it, it may lead to acquired emotional loss..."

There was a certain degree of blankness in the expressions of the other people for a moment.

[Provincial flow summary: The police academy team thinks that Toru is stupid, and wants to heal him lovingly]

[I saw the ghost, I was so stupid...]

[I don’t know what to say except evil, how can an intuitive creature like Mazda still think of my sister now! ! (crazy shaking.jpg)]

[To be honest, Zaori and Toru are really similar, not referring to character and appearance, just a kind of temperament (gesturing) that kind of alienation and indifference with warmth and fiery, sincere and caring, cold and reserved...]

[Upstairs, do you want a colorful black? ]

[But it scared me to death, I thought the police academy team really regarded Toru as another person to be hostile, and that was really pouring pepper on the knife——the knife is numb! ]

[It’s a mistake, the brainwashing caused by the organization does have a side effect of lack of emotion, the police academy team is right about this, but how can it give him loving care! !Heiche really knows how to attack sharks! (Sa Beining Oxygen Inhalation.jpg)]

[Sloppily, Gin only said that he let Hei Che be the police undercover, so Hei Che will maintain peace on the surface, but this doesn't seem to mean that he has no intention of killing the police academy team? ! ]

[#图: Chiyoya Toru looks at the disappearing back of Date, his eyes are dark and heavy#Squad leader, danger! ]

[Ah ah ah!What a horror story (Screaming Chicken Possession.jpg) This doesn't seem to be the relief occasion for the police academy group I thought! ]

Indeed, what kind of relief is this, it is a werewolf killing.

Chiyotani Saori was lying on the bed, brushing the forum and drawing in her head.

Although she was already mentally prepared, she was still a bit squeamish seeing those guys sneaking away with clumsy excuses—the acting skills of those idiots are too bad!

Anyway, do a good job on the surface...

Chiyoya Saori admitted that she was a bit angry, and secretly painted a little turtle on the foreheads of the five people on the screen as a sign of revenge.

In her consciousness, the painting speed is very fast, and the coloring can be done in one step. Chiyoya Zaori did not spend much time on it. She only took the time to browse the comment area, and she threw this painting on the forum. In the Sanchuang account.

The picture adopts a relatively peaceful and warm composition: a picnic cloth is laid under the cherry tree, and the five members of the police academy are sitting on it, playing and chatting, and Chiyoya Toru next to him is sitting under the tree with his legs bent, holding a black umbrella, and looking at them Raised the Coke in his hand.

--cheers.

In the face of the rain of knives on the forum, the more flat and warm the picture, the greater the stamina. Chiyotani Saori knows this well, and understands that readers are the most tearful group. There is no need for her to add oil and vinegar What.

She refreshed briefly, looking at the comments coming at the speed of light below.

[My wife is Kami, little angel Baiche yyds!It's so sweet! ]

[Wooooow, this candy is poisonous!I can't laugh when I think of the current Heiche, the police academy team and they haven't played together in a serious way...]

[Madam Longevity, you are too much, why did you draw a turtle on the head of the police academy team, but not toru!I see woo woo woo you must be implying his unusually short lifespan! ]

The smile on Chiyotani Saori's face froze. The ID name she used on the forum was "May I live a long life and be healthy." pretty good...

But who is implying that Chiyoya Toru has a short life! !

[Hey, Mrs. Longevity, you are a sharp knife, hurry up and add a turtle to Toru, the six of them will be neat!Otherwise, otherwise I will call you Mrs. Turtle from now on! (Threat with a knife.jpg)]

[Thousand-year king and 8-year turtle, this nickname seems quite reasonable... (Thinking, secretly threatening)]

Chiyotani Saori: "??!" This doesn't make sense!

Before Naihe could start to speak, the likes of this comment had soared all the way, overlapping with the comment implying Chiyoya Toru's short life, like a reminder for her to choose between the two.

#给自己头上加一个徐鹅# or #Admit it, you are Mrs. Turtle! #

Gan!

Chiyoya Saori struggled with the pen for a long time, and indifferently chose to add an extra handsome tortoise to his own head in the painting.

The forum and the police academy team, right? She wrote down this grudge.

[Honey, you haven't uploaded the Canadian whiskey information yet. 】The customer service reminded, 【If you don't pass on his salary, you won't get it. 】

Chiyoya Zaori came back to his senses, and said calmly: [What are you worrying about, I'm so busy now, shouldn't it be right to ask him to wait? 】

She turned off the forum, moved her position, held the special glasses prepared by the organization in her hand, thought for a while, and then opened the panel to check to make sure that the buff of the painkiller was still there.

The customer service looked at someone who was already lying flat on the bed and was about to go to sleep, he hesitated to speak, and then he wanted to speak.

【What are you going to do? 】

[Take the show. 】Chiyoya Saori closed her eyes, and muttered, 【By the way, give the old thief a reason to add drama... Hurry up and let 'me' dream! 】

……

On the other side, wearing a white and yellowish shirt, standing next to the pet shop, Canadian Whiskey has sent messages and made calls to the mobile phone belonging to Granny, but all he got was the indifferent "Wei Answer" three words.

He was so angry that he raised his mobile phone and wanted to drop it to the ground, but when he remembered the price of the mobile phone, he withdrew his hand aggrievedly, and cursed angrily.

"Damn it, why don't you hand in the U disk after taking it away, why don't you let me do it myself..."

The man cursed, and entered the organization's task interface again anxiously. Looking at the unfinished sign, he fell into a suffocating atmosphere again.

Where the hell is that Grammani?Obviously at noon, he went to see the USB flash drive and it had already disappeared. How could he not be able to hand in the task now? Don’t tell him that there is such a thing as procrastination in the organization and action team!

It was getting dark now, and the autumn wind was a bit cool, and the Canadian whiskey shivered involuntarily.

Before he finished shaking, the door behind him opened, and a young clerk came out with a bag of pet accessories and a smooth-fur Persian cat with different eyes in his arms.

"Sir, our store is going to close." The clerk put the bag on the ground, took out the bill and handed it to him, "You have been waiting here for three hours...please pay the bill first!"

"A total of [-] yen, thank you for your patronage."

Canadian Whiskey paused while touching his pocket, and smiled dryly at the clerk: "Can you wait a little longer? Just a little while."

Shop clerk: "..."

The fragrant cat in her arms let out a tender cry, landed on the man's shoulder, and was embraced by the man cherishingly.

Then, Canadian Whiskey turned his head and continued to send messages to Granny with a grim expression.

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The dark room, with the doors and windows locked, was as quiet as if no one was there, only a muffled groan sounded occasionally to confirm the return of the original owner.

The screen of the mobile phone under the pillow flickered on and off, and countless missed calls filled the screen, but no hand appeared to connect it.

The black-haired young man curled up in the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and bit his lower lip tightly. Drops of cold sweat rolled from his forehead, quickly mixed with the dark quilt, and disappeared without a trace.

His right hand pinched the handle of the glasses tremblingly, his fingertips turned white, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The button on the temples emits an extremely weak red light, which is continuous and steady, transmitting the numb pain from point to surface into the young man's body, trying to arouse the familiar perception in the cerebral cortex.

A voice said to him in his head:

"who are you?"