Chapter 41: Zhao Jiajia

　　 There was a small circle around the two of them instantly, and everyone looked like they were watching the show.
　　 Just then, an association staff member in a suit rushed over.
　　 "The two have signed a contract. Please consider carefully. If you do something in the association, you will not only be removed from the association, but you will also be wanted by the governor."
　　Sony nodded with a smile, the translucent fluid on Charles quickly shrank into his clothes. "Mr. Charles, I really have no intentions."
　　 "What the are you doing?" Charles frowned. He had a hunch that if this matter is not resolved today, this guy will follow in the future.
　　Sony pointed to the edge of the hall and motioned for him to pass.
　　 In the corner of the hall away from the noise, Sonny looked at Charles with a smile: "Captain Charles, how much do you know about us?"
　　 "I don't know what I know. I have heard some rumors. For example, joining your church requires an initiation ceremony and inserting a few steel needles directly into your brain from the side of your eyeballs. You claim to be blessed by the sun god."
"Mr. Charles, don't you think this kind of ritual is very practical? This cursed sea, the greatest danger for human beings is the fear in our brains. As long as we receive blessings in our church, we will never feel fear again. Why is the exploration captain of our Sun God Sect has the highest survival rate."
　　 "Why don't you say, how high is the mortality rate after doing this kind of ritual? Is this a blessing or a curse? Don't mention your sun god, I'll ask you, do you know what the sun looks like?"
　　 "Of course." Sonny pointed his finger to the top of his forehead. "This is what my lord looks like."
　　 Looking at the white triangle, Charles almost laughed. "The sun is triangular?"
　　 "Why not? This is the answer given by the oracle."
　　 "The Sun TM is round!! You SX!!!" Charles's voice soared.
　　 "Have you seen? Why are you so sure?"
　　 "I..." Charles finally held back the next few words.
　　 Songny bowed his hand. "Well, since you are not in our meeting, then I don't want to argue with you about the doctrine. I am here to ask you for a commission this time."
　　 "Delegation?"
　　 "It won't take up too much of your time. Mr. Charles wants to go to Sodom. You can help me deal with some people by the way. They are also Sun Gods. It's just that the concept is somewhat different."
　　 "Why do you know that I am going to Sodom?" This feeling of being snooped made Charles feel very upset.
　　Sonny smiled, "Of course people who are different are getting attention. As long as Mr. Charles can show sincerity, our cooperation will be more. You should not have enough funds at this time?"
　　 "Then what if I disagree?" Charles sneered.
　　 "I believe Mr. Charles will agree, and you will agree to cooperate with the deformities of Fatanism. Why doesn't Charles agree with this kind of best of both worlds?"
　　 "Hehe." Charles touched his nose. "Futanism is a bit better than you, at least he is more polite than you."
　　 After Charles finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.
　　 It is reasonable to say that he should accept this transaction. Charles does need this step of funding, but firstly, he is unhappy with the tone of this guy, and secondly, he does not want to join the cult's sect struggle.
　　As soon as Charles returned to his residence, he entered the door, and he immediately noticed that someone had come in.
　　 He thought of something, and immediately rushed to the drawer, opened it and found that someone had moved his diary.
　　 "Lily? What happened after I left?" Charles asked with a trace of nervousness.
　　 "It didn't take long for you to leave, she came in..." a crying voice came from under the bed.
　　 "What does that guy look like? Is there an inverted triangle in the center of his forehead?"
　　 Lily, the only one who was the only one, came out. The hair on her body was very messy at this time. "It's the sister you know."
　　 "Which sister?"
　　 "It's the sister of the picture in your diary."
　　 "Anna?!" Charles' pupils shrank to a minimum, he quickly rushed to Lily and led her in his hands.
　　 "Are you sure it's her? Or is it just similar in appearance?"
　　 "It's really her, she still wrote something on the back of the painting, Mr. Charles, why didn't you say that that sister is not a human but a monster?"
　　 Charles threw away the mouse in his hand, quickly took out the picture from the diary, and turned it over to see that neat Chinese characters appeared in front of him.
　　 "Unexpectedly, in order to draw a portrait, you said that I was a fake, still thinking about it."
　　 "Actually, when I saw that painting, I was quite happy in my heart. Even if the beloved man died, he still missed himself."
　　 "Gao Zhiming, I am fake, and the relationship between me and you is also fake. Everything is made by the Diwa."
　　 "I know what you are thinking now, and I must be saying, you don't care that I am fictitious, try to help me get rid of the monster's control?"
　　 "But you are wrong. Actually I am the monster, and the monster is me. We are inseparable."
　　 "The Diwa people have no brains~EbookFREE.me~ Hunting and survival are all instinct. When we need to think, we create a consciousness, and I am the consciousness created by me."
　　 "I miss you very much now. I want to stay by your side all the time. I believe you miss me too, but we all know that even missing emotions are fake."
　　 "I came here today because I wanted to have a breakup with you. Since you are not here, then forget it."
　　 "I don't want to be controlled by false emotions. I plan to go to the earth and sea to find the meaning of my existence. Don't come to me, and find your surface with peace of mind."
　　 Zhao Jiajia stayed.
　　PS (By the way, if you find other women, don’t let me find out, otherwise I really can’t help but eat them.)
　　 Charles, who was in a mess in his head, threw the drawing paper in his hand, and his eyes were flushed to the white mouse next to him and asked, "How long has she been away?"
　　 "Half an hour."
　　 Charles rushed out without saying a word, bit his thumb with his teeth, and touched the mirror. His body changed rapidly, and the huge bat began to glide quickly and low in the air.
　　 In a dark alley, Anna in a beautiful red dress looked at the bats in the sky, with yellow-green tears left at the corners of her eyes.
　　 Just then, a thick arm was resting on her white shoulder. "Little girl, how many echoes a night?"
　　 Anna gently wiped away her tears, turned around and looked at the drunk drunkard, "Two hundred once, eight hundred packs of nights."
　　 Seeing Anna's angelic face, the drunkard was stunned, and he untied his belt excitedly. "Eight hundred is eight hundred!! I want it!!"
　　 Anna walked towards him with a smile, the white skin on his back was cracked, and the tentacles with black roots slowly stretched out.