Yokohama Heart Fraudster

85: (Extra) Dress Up Game

    "Controlling consciousness?"

    Zhongyuan Zhong, who was taking off his heavy suit, also heard this sentence, and he moved slightly and looked at He Quanlian sitting in the chair: "Is this the task given to you by the leader?"

    "That's right. He Quanlian clasped his hands together and shrugged helplessly, "He wants me to create a drug that can control other people's consciousness... It's too self-willed, Mr. Sen."

    "It seems to be able to If you control your consciousness, you can successfully enter the interior of the supernatural power department, well, no matter how many things happen, it doesn't matter to me."

    Zhongyuan Zhong also listened quietly, hung his coat on the coat rack, and then turned around. He sat opposite He Quanlian: "So, have you succeeded in your research?"

    "I don't know, I tried to imagine it, and this is what I ended up with." He

    Quanlian spread out her curled right hand, a crystal clear The sugar ball lay quietly in his hand. From the outside, it looked like the most ordinary sugar ball. If you didn't say it, no one would guess that it would have such a terrifying effect.

    Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the sugar balls, and lost interest, "I will hand him over to the people in the scientific research department, or ask Sister Hongye to go to the prison to find someone to do the experiment."

    "Of course I know something about me. , but as long as I do the experiment with great fanfare, Mr. Mori will definitely know that if I fail, my self-esteem will be frustrated." He

    Quanlian clenched his fist in dissatisfaction: "So I have to make the most perfect medicine before I can deliver it. Go to a large-scale experiment."

    "..."

    After hearing him say so much, with the experience of dating over the years, Zhongyuan Zhongya's face changed suddenly, and he had a bad premonition, "You don't want to "

    That's right." He Quanlian looked at him with a smile, folded her hands together and made a pitiful expression, "Be my experimenter, Zhongya."

    "Huh? I don't want it." Zhongyuan Zhongya He quickly retracted his body back, his eyes full of vigilance, "Control my consciousness, you definitely want to do something strange."

    "A strange thing?" He Quanlian tilted her head with a frown and her smile was indescribably weird, "For example?"

    "..."

    Zhongyuan Zhong also had the nerve to say that dirty thought. He turned his head at a loss for words, but in the end he just refused firmly: "In short, I won't do it, you can go to that bastard Dazai and be a guinea pig." He

    Quanlian never gave up on the repeated requests, and even emphasized that this time was just an experiment, saying There is a possibility that there is no feeling at all, but Zhongyuan Zhong also remains unmoved.

    After ten minutes, He Quanlian, who finally said that her throat was dry, took a deep breath, and a gleam of light flashed in her silver eyes.

    He suddenly shoved the candy ball directly into his mouth, and tapped Nakahara Chuya's shoulder with his fingertips.

    When Zhongyuan Zhong also looked back at him suspiciously, He Quanlian grabbed his tie and quickly put his head close, giving a French kiss indiscriminately.