The local snake Su Xietian has been living an enviably happy life near the New Cape of Good Hope.

She started out as a logistics business, but with the gradual development of the new Cape of Good Hope, a wild scenic spot, she saw business opportunities and started a passenger-carrying business with a few waterways in her hands—but she added a load of cargo. With manned, the income quickly doubled several times, and in less than a few years, it monopolized the star route to the west of the New Cape of Good Hope.

This place is far away from the capital, the sky is high and the price is extremely low. She doesn't have much ambition, and she has no intention of expanding outward. A one-stop business empire of accommodation and food, I don't know how happy I am every day.

Until she was held to the head with a gun by another woman who looked like she was in her teens or twenties.

"Is it okay to register without electronic identity?"

Just a few seconds before the deadlock, the woman in front of him asked Su Xietian such a question.

That day, Su Xietian just went to a hotel under his name to inspect, and it didn't take long to see the front desk robot arguing with the guests.

In the face of the strange request made by the guests, the front desk robot immediately gave a negative answer: "According to the relevant federal regulations, you must show proof of identity to check in..."

Seeing that the unfortunate front desk robot was about to suffer, Su Xietian took the opportunity to take over the conversation with the guests, and originally wanted to say a few words of polite rejection. As a law-abiding resident, there is really no need to risk doing black business.

But without waiting for her to dodge, the guest in front of her directly took out his gun, put it on her head, and asked repeatedly, "Is it alright now?"

Su Xietian: "Yes, of course!"

She swallowed hard, and the most arrogant attitude of reception on weekdays is nothing more than complaints about the surrounding noise. This is the first time in her life that she has seen a thug with a gun traveling, and countless murderous thoughts flashed in her mind instantly. The **** scene in the blink of an eye, shivered, and added tremblingly: "...If the guests need it, I have a spare room here specially for friends."

The bad-tempered guest immediately nodded politely, put out an anonymous card on the front desk, and patted Su Xietian on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Su Xietian: ...When will the bandits still pay for the room? Simple visual observation, the room fee is suspected not to be low.

You must know that the logo of the Commonwealth Bank Alliance is also printed in the corner of the card!

All banks under the Commonwealth Bank Alliance can swipe! Anonymous! Black! She was afraid that she had encountered a thief who had just robbed the richest man on a certain planet!

"Uh... I don't know what the guests are called? I'm the boss here. You can come to me anytime if you need anything."

Su Xietian handed over his business card with his left hand, and called up the door number and related password with his right hand, and then received the look of a fool from the guest.

Who will tell you their name?

Telling will only tell the code name!

Su Xietian instantly realized that he had done another stupid thing.

But miraculously, the guest actually answered her: "Mary."

"You can call me that."

Anyway, there are countless people named Mary in the universe, and Almi's Marta is already dead, what's more, even if you say "Marta"'s real name, it's just a code name. believe?

After all the calculations, the name has become the least important piece of information.

The guest was indeed Marta.

There is only one identity prepared for her by the Tower of Babel and the Alliance. She has already used one identity in the process of pretending to be Suzaku, and she is not willing to let the "identity" that has been in contact with Suzaku reappear in the process of handling her own private affairs. , so after thinking about it, it is more reliable to directly rob.

Su Xietian didn't dare to leave easily since Marta checked into this hotel.

Although this guest "Mary" basically stayed in the room for a few days, compared to those guests who were drinking and going crazy, she had no idea what she was doing, even Even eating is the nutritional supplements provided in the room - it is almost the same as those of the star family who have lived at home for decades.

So when Su Xietian saw Princess "Mary" holding back a woman with blood all over her body, she was at a loss.

When did she run out of the room!

Where did she bring back a woman!

And why is this woman still smiling and saying hello to her when she is hurt all over? ! A patient who absconded from the seven-pointed star? !

This is where Marta finds a good foothold for capturing Angel.

Marta directly commanded the boss who didn't want to cause trouble, "Find me a medicine kit and bring it to my room."

After he finished speaking, he strode to the room with Angel in his arms, and emphasized two words: "Immediately."

Su Xietian: "..."

Angel twisted her only movable neck in front of Marta, and gave Su Xietian a big smile: "I'm sorry~"

Su Xietian suddenly felt that this psychopath who escaped from the seven-pointed star field was much more polite than the normal person named "Mary".

The room was on the top floor, occupying a whole floor of space, like a normal family layout. Angel guessed that it was probably the property that the boss bought for him when he was outside.

"If you think you can get the boss's help like this, you're looking too high on her."

Marta tied Angel to the chair that had been prepared, and when she buckled her wrist, she whispered in Angel's ear.

Angel was trying hard to twist her body to get rid of this situation, but the after-effects of the medicine just made her sit and scream: "This is polite! Didn't your mother teach you to say thank you when you ask others?"

"I didn't learn anything like that."

Angel was shocked by Marta's shamelessness.

"What are you thinking?" Marta glanced at her. "Almiri only has etiquette lessons, for murder."

"All right."

Angel seemed to give up struggling, she muttered, "Then when are you going to kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?"

Marta raised the tip of her hand and slid down Angel's jawline: "We haven't had a good chat yet."

"Get your dirty hands off."

Angel's tone suddenly became cold, like a broken barometer: "It's disgusting."

Marta's interest was unabated. She moved a stool and sat opposite Angel. She asked her with a crooked mind, "Tell me, what does she like about you?"

"I thought about it for a long time, but I still don't understand."

"You look like the kind of resentful woman hiding in a boudoir." Angel couldn't move, and could only stab Marta with words.

Marta was unmoved.

Just when Angel felt that Marta was going to touch her with those disgusting nails again, there was a knock on the door.

Su Xietian shouted from outside the door, "I brought the medicine box."

Angel felt that sticky sight instantly shrink back.

Marta got up, walked outside the door and retrieved the medicine box, and returned to Angel without wasting too much time.

In front of Angel, she fiddled with the basic medicines in the medicine cabinet, and said casually: "You know what? Even the most basic cold medicines and mental relief medicines, as long as you have the right ratio, your spirit And the heart rate will be like a superluminal starship transition, with the ultimate pleasure."

Squeeze, dizziness, hyperexcitability lead to heart failure.

In the pursuit of pleasure, countless human lives have been sacrificed to this carnival of indulging desires.

Angel just laughed: "Oh? I'm curious if it can surpass No. 13's trick."

"Didn't you ask me why I chose you and let Lui go?"

Marta lowered her eyes, poured out the medicine from the bottle, ground it into powder, and said to herself, "She is my best craftsmanship, and I'm not sure if I have the courage to destroy her myself."

Even if she has been betrayed and incomplete.

Marta mixes the powders together skillfully, prying open the caps of the liquid potions.

"But I am confident that I can destroy the robber who stole and transformed my work."

Angel knew the advisor: "Are you talking about me?"

She smiled: "Actually, I look a lot like you... Domineering, selfish, and good at disguising—after all, I used to think you were a facial paralysis, and the ghostly look before Lui was your copy. But look at you now, revealing You are so similar to me."

Marta's hand trembled.

"Do you know what the only difference between me and you is?"

Angel narrowed his eyes: "You are shaping her in the way you are most familiar with, but I am awakening her in the way I like the most."

Familiarity represents comfort, not love.

"You shaped her shape, and I awakened her heart."

"You pretended for so long that you almost forgot what you really are like."

Angel coldly watched Marta inject the liquid into the glass bottle containing the powder.

"You create Louie in your own image, just for her to remind and restrain you all the time. You create a mirror for yourself to organize your clothes."

Marta was adjusting the needle, slowly pushing out the air trapped inside.

"You came to me out of anger at breaking the lies of your life, and fear of being torn apart from the past."

The mixed solution overflowed the needle, and Marta pointed the needle at Angel's neck.

"Stop lying to me, it's just Silois."

She sneered contemptuously: "Tell me, Silois' password."

So that your thoughts can be unified in an instant, and you can reach an agreement.

"Lies can't trap people, only truth can."

Angel raised his head slightly, revealing a slender curve like a swan.

"What she likes is my truth."

The injection was icy cold at the temperature of blood.

The author has something to say: Thank you Chi Chi Mines x1