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After that, another three or four days passed.

When Russell came home from get off work and opened the door, he heard the sound of the TV in the house.

He walked over quietly with a little vigilance, and saw a figure that was already a little too familiar, lying on his sofa so familiarly.

Bad Day held an open bag of potato chips in his hand, next to the steaming Coca-Cola, and on the table was a bag of prunes that had just been opened and had only eaten two bites.

Next to it is the TV that Russell doesn't turn on once in half a month, and it is broadcasting a variety show in which the newly debuted idol group "Cola Flavored Gummy" is participating.

The only advantage is that he didn't step directly on the sofa at Russell's house after all—

Although Bad Ri didn't take off his shoes, there was about a finger's width between his feet and the sofa. He stepped into the void like this, but his back sank deeply into the soft sofa.

"Oh, you're back."

The bad day will not turn back, he said very naturally.

"You talk like this is your home."

Russell sighed.

He walked to the single sofa next to him, sat down and took a sip of Coke.

"Just here?"

Through the temperature of the cola, Russell judged that the time to enter the door on a bad day should be within ten minutes.

"uh-huh."

Bad day is noncommittal.

He handed the potato chips to Russell: "Would you like some?"

"No. I'm a potato wedge pie and don't eat chips."

After Russell finished refusing, he raised his eyebrows and realized something: "Have you started bringing your own snacks?"

"Mainly because you have desserts in the fridge. Whether it's cake, pudding or cheese tart, it doesn't go well with Coke."

Bad Day added a piece of potato chips to his mouth, and said vaguely: "I feel that with Coke, those desserts are not so sweet. Sure enough, fried chicken and potato chips are better with coke...Next Bring you potato wedges for the first time?"

"You have brought your own snacks, can't you bring a bottle of Coke?"

"don't want."

On a bad day, the answer is: "The Coke that doesn't cost money at my friend's house is much better than the one I bought."

Russell squatted on the narrow single sofa, huddled in a ball inside, and asked lazily: "I asked you to investigate earlier?"

"really."

Bad Ri nodded: "I also checked some other things by the way..."

He turned over and sat up suddenly, and looked at Russell with a subtle smile: "Is the barber right? Godfather?"

"...Please don't mention that. It's kind of embarrassing for you to say that."

Russell sighed helplessly.

"I think it's pretty good. At least the task has been overfulfilled, right?"

Bad Day shrugged, gagged himself, and took another sip of Coke: "And by coincidence, the deer head statue also mentioned it before. She said that you can't use Ultramarine for your title in the Tower of Babel.

"There are very few people who use this title. Except for your admirers and black fans, basically no one takes this name... so there is a risk of revealing your identity."

"so?"

"Your code name in the Tower of Babel is Barber. I think it's a good name... Hair is the thread of troubles. Barber is the one who eradicates troubles."

"Actually, what I mean is, the person who can approach the opponent's back with a sharp knife without being vigilant..."

"Is that the barber?"

Bad Ri was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and couldn't help complaining: "That's the barber."

"One meaning—a barber sounds nicer, more refined. A barber sounds like he chops people's heads off."

"But as far as I know, that's true."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "Didn't you cut off that little Liuli's head?

"Didn't you knock off the head with one shot in the place of the strangulation?"

"...Why do you seem to know everything?"

Russell frowned: "There are no cameras in the downtown area."

"what."

Bad day heard the words, couldn't help laughing out loud.

He stretched out two greasy fingers that had just squeezed potato chips, pointing to his eyes vaguely: "Since I can accurately cut people through the wall, how can I not see through the wall?"

"...What exactly is your psychic power? It can levitate, pass through walls and see through. Are you selling it?"

"I won't tell you the name. You just need to know that it has something to do with 'distance'."

As Bad Ri said, he handed over dried plums: "Would you like a sip? This is a secret from my family. It will taste better if you drink Coke with Huamei in your mouth."

Russell didn't refuse either.

Somewhat curious, Mei took a sip of Coke with her mouth in her mouth.

Then he almost choked on Huamei.

Seeing this, Bad Ri laughed.

After laughing, under Russell's annoyed gaze, his expression instantly became serious: "Seriously, don't use your own code name directly, but use your avatar's code name... This is also to block curse killing. "

no doubt.

What he is talking about now is precisely about Alice's curse-killing incident.

"Locked to that person?"

Hearing what he cared about, Russell became more energetic: "I hear what you mean... didn't kill it?"

"Not only did I find it."

Bad Ri said meaningfully: "And it's pretty smooth."

"You mean..."

Russell thought about it.

"Camalth's confidant. At least it can be confirmed that the matter is directly related to him."

"That's pretty good."

Hearing this, Russell showed a smile: "Two birds with one stone~www.wuxiahere.com~ Is this helping others and helping yourself?

At the beginning, he just wanted to help his friend free from the shackles of fate, but he didn't expect that there was his own hatred in it...

"Since it's related to Director Kamalthe..."

Russell suddenly thought of something: "So, do we need to keep our hands then?"

"What are you thinking, there is no room to keep your hands."

Bad Ri sneered: "I told you in advance to prevent this situation. If you find out later, you may delay things by thinking wildly.

"It's still too young, Barber. I found out his identity, but I didn't kill that guy directly, just to avoid alarming others.

"What about the specific plan to kill the elves?"

Russell asked curiously: "How will you prevent him from being reborn?"

"It cannot be stopped. If the rebirth of the elves could be prevented, their rule would have been destroyed as early as the earthly age."

Bad Day couldn't help laughing: "You should be clear! What we really want to do is to make Kamaltha unable to remember us when he is reborn—or rather, you killed him."

"Specifically?"

"I won't tell you the details. Our plan will be implemented at the end of the month, and you should remember to arrange a whole day of free time. The day is for preparation, and the evening is for execution... In any case, you must be in place before eight o'clock in the evening."

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"The end of this month? Including the last day from midnight to twenty-four o'clock?"

"That's right."

Bad Day nodded.

He looked at the sunset outside the window, his vision became deep.

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