When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System

Chapter 49:

“I bet that Kenji Hagihara is not dead, do you believe it?”

After the little devil who looked so similar to Zhufu said such words, Matsuda Jinhei did not show any offense, but said in a tone that was no different from just now: “Okay, I believe.”

“Then what?” Matsuda Jinping leaned against the wall and said lazily, “Where is he now?”

Even Zhu Fu Kongliang didn’t expect Matsuda Jinping to trust him so quickly – not to bluff him, Matsuda Jinping’s expression now looks quite casual, but the emotion revealed in those blue-blue eyes , which proved that he really believed what Zhu Fukongliang said.

After getting Matsuda Jinping’s rhetorical question, Zhu Fukongliang also took a second to react, and then tilted his head honestly: “I don’t know.”

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

“Are you kidding me?” The curly-haired young man supported the position above the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. After feeling the air, he switched to pinching the bridge of his nose: “Let’s talk about it first, my temper is not as good as Hagi’s. .”

“I said it, I don’t know.” Zhu Fukongliang tore off the organized information in the report book, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash: “I’m just taking a gamble.”

Matsuda Jinping glanced at the location of the trash can and clicked his tongue: “Why on earth should I play with you here?”

“Where are you going.” Zhu Fukongliang watched Matsuda Jinping take off the black suit that was hanging aside and waiting to dry. As early as I don’t know when, the animal ears on Matsuda Jinping’s head and the tail behind him disappeared.

Matsuda Jinping put on his still wet clothes. There was not enough time for the clothes to dry. He casually said, “Didn’t you remind me? Contact relatives and friends.”

“If I don’t go back again, my funeral will be over.” Matsuda Jinhei muttered, opened the door and walked out, and before leaving, I don’t know if it was a reminder or a sarcasm: “You little devil, go earlier. Sleep, sleep quality and height are closely related.”

There is indeed no Zhu Fukongliang, who is at the height of the Matsuda Array: “…”

“It’s really annoying.” Zhu Fukongliang planned to take the candy again, but found that his food storage had been eaten up.

After finding out that the candy was finished, Zhu Fukongliang was even more unhappy.

“First, Mom and Dad, then Hagihara and Matsuda.” Zhu Fukong Ryo fell on the bed, his half-wet hair fell on the quilt. At the same time, his ears were still hot because of the inflammation. Shrinking into a ball, he muttered a few words in a low voice.

As a result, just when Zhu Fukongliang was drowsy and about to fall asleep, something knocked on the window of the hotel room.

Zhu Fukongliang, who was about to fall asleep: “…”

Zhu Fukongliang pulled back the bangs that stuck to half of his face, looking at the window blocked by the curtain with murderous eyes, and there was a thumping sound from the glass window.

Zhu Fukongliang opened the curtain angrily, and unexpectedly saw a familiar curly-haired cat with serious eyes, who was knocking on the window solemnly with his paws outstretched. If Zhu Fukongliang didn’t respond again, it looked like it was going to open the window by itself.

Across the glass of the window, one person and one cat stared at each other like this. The black cat stepped vigorously on the narrow windowsill, and the blue-blue cat’s eyes exuded a little dim light in the dark night, just like the beginning of a horror movie.

Seeing that Zhu Fukongliang still didn’t respond, the black cat pointed at the position of the window lock with his paws with a look like he was looking at an idiot.

Zhu Fukongliang stared at the black cat for two seconds, then pulled the curtains without hesitation, just pretending he didn’t see it.

At this moment, there was no more knocking sound from the window. Just after Zhu Fukongliang thought that the other party had given up, a minute later, there was a rustling sound of picking the lock from the door of the room.

Zhu Fukongliang: “…”

Zhu Fukongliang stared at Matsuda Jinping, who had used the iron wire that he didn’t know where to open the door, and opened the taunting expressionlessly: “If I remember correctly, you are a policeman.”

“Yeah, if the witnesses don’t cooperate, the police will also carry out special operations.” Matsuda Jinping closed the door again, and the ears that popped out disappeared during the conversation: “Confirm a question with you in advance, do you know?”

Zhu Fukongliang gave him a strange look.

Matsuda Jinping didn’t know what he saw, but he confirmed the answer himself, nodded and said, “Tell you the bad news, as long as I leave you more than 20 meters away, I will automatically change into a [beast] shape.”

And within 20 meters, even this hotel can’t be separated for a long time.

In this world, most people are reluctant to change back to [Beast], and Matsuda Jinhei only changed into that form because of an accident.

But this world is a special animalized world, even if it becomes a [beast] shape, it is not impossible to communicate with humans.

But here is the problem.

Matsuda Jinping said: “As long as I have the idea of explaining the situation to others, all kinds of accidents will happen, thus blocking my communication with others.”

“How, do you have a clue?” Having said that, Matsuda Jinping didn’t seem to care that much about the answer.

Hearing this unexpected news, Zhu Fukongliang thought for a while and threw his phone over: “Try it?”

Matsuda Jinping took the phone, habitually pressed a few numbers and then suddenly paused, then deleted and replayed a number.

Matsuda Jinping looked at the rejection on the number, raised his eyebrows, and made a few more phone calls in disbelief, all in the same situation.

This is obviously abnormal, Zhu Fukongliang took the phone again, and a call came back at this time.

Zhu Fu Kongliang pressed the switch, and Sato Miwako’s voice came from the opposite side: [Hello, may I ask who you are? 】

Zhu Fukongliang said, “Songtian—”

Before he finished speaking, there was a screaming voice coming from the opposite side, and Mikazuko Sato, who obviously didn’t hear anything, said decisively [Sorry! Contact later! ] and hung up the phone.

After repeating it three times after the substitution, Matsuda Jinhei felt that the status quo was a little amusing – as if something was preventing him from regaining his status as a living person.

Zhu Fukongliang took his mobile phone and tried to send a text message, but unfortunately the network was not good and could not be sent.

“I have to pay for the call.” Zhu Fukongliang said, looking at the phone.

Matsuda Jinping shrugged: “It seems that I can’t get too far away from you in a short time?”

“…Zhen, Matsuda, you got off the Ferris wheel, right?” Zhu Fukongliang asked.

Matsuda array flatly responded: “So?”

“Aren’t you injured?” Zhu Fukongliang suddenly noticed the blind spot.

Matsuda Jinping had already noticed this, he said with a low smile: “Why do you think I believed you before?”

“I got off the Ferris wheel, no matter what, I should be seriously injured – at present, I don’t have any other wounds on my body. Except for the temporary inability to control the shape of my body.”

“Unscientific things have already happened to me.” The curly-haired police officer raised his voice, “Then I have more hope, is there any problem?”

And Matsuda Jinping’s words once again gave Zhu Fukongliang a little inspiration. His brain turned quickly and realized a blind spot: “Hospital.”

Matsuda Jinping: “Huh?”

The task of the system is to let him send Matsuda Jinping to the hospital, that is to say, according to the original “plot trend”, Matsuda Jinping needs to appear in the hospital.

The pet sterilization is Zhu Fukongliang’s own idea, not the situation stated in the mission, that is to say…

If Zhu Fu Kongliang did not appear here, Matsuda Jinping would be seriously injured.

In the face of such a powerful explosion, if the seriously injured Matsuda Jinhei was picked up, he would definitely be sent to the hospital – this is also the origin of the mission.

The mission is talking about the pet hospital, which means that Matsuda Jinping will also look like a black cat in the original timeline. People in this world are not necessarily unwilling to become [beasts], so when they see animals, they are pets by default.

So everyone will think that Matsuda Jinhei, who is a human, is dead.

However, Matsuda Jinhei, who was in front of him now, had no wounds, and going to the hospital was completely unnecessary. There is no need for the task to exist at all, but the task still comes out.

The violation of this point seems to prove that the system and Yushu (stone) are two existences. It’s like a previous mission that asked him to confirm the death of a person on the rooftop – but he obviously didn’t do that mission, and the system (stone) didn’t say anything.

Zhu Fukongliang’s brain pointed out all the inconsistencies for him, but this way of thinking about the forced recall of the past made his brain suddenly a little painful.

“You are hated by the world now, Matsuda.” Zhu Fukongliang said calmly: “The world asks you to die in the explosion of the Ferris wheel.”

“Really?” Matsuda Jinhei listened to this like a line from a light novel. He didn’t refute or complain, and his magnetic low voice sounded: “So what?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “You are hated, and there is no way to contact anyone you want to contact.”

“That’s right.” Matsuda Jinping didn’t deny it, he bent down and reached out and gently tapped Zhu Fukongliang’s forehead: “But you are an exception.”

“I saw your piece of paper just now – respecting the privacy of ordinary citizens, I just glanced at it, and in addition to the word ‘good friend world’, I also saw the name of me and that guy Hagihara.”

“Hagihara and you are friends, so what about me?” Matsuda Jinping pointed at the blue cat’s eyes that were a little drowsy: “What’s the relationship between me and you?”

“…Why do you think so.” Zhu Fukongliang asked.

“I grew up with Hagi, and he is indeed stronger than me socially, but I still know exactly who his friends are.”

Matsuda Jinping said: “So, the Hagihara you speak of, and the Hagi I know are not the same person at all, right?”

“I still trust that guy’s eyes, and if you really want to deceive me, hide your eyes.”

Matsuda Jinping replaced his fingers with the palms of his hands, and pushed them without any force: “You are trying to burn your brain while you have such a serious fever?”

“—My good friend Jun?”

Zhu Fukongliang unconsciously rubbed against the cold quilt and retorted in a low voice, “You are not.”

“Yes,” Matsuda Jinhei said while sitting on the side with a low smile, “I can’t imagine myself coaxing a child.”

“It’s easier to leave this kind of thing to Hagi, right? Kid.”