Full career passive inheritance system

PS: This chapter is originally intended to be updated to 8-10k words, but tomorrow has medical examination, all night will affect the blood test results, so it can only be cut off here ... breaking down, do not wonder (?? _ ??)

Chapter 30 Teacher, can I touch your pistol?

"What is the real gun? This lady, you have a mistake."

Looking raised his hair, Chen Mo smiled and squatted his eyes.

"The words just have just, just a high imitation model gun ..."

"wrong!"

The line of sight is closely eye on the side of the thigh under the black casual pants, and the Poetry poem is constantly emerged in the brain that I have just seen. Although the high imitation gun is really a realistic gun in the shape, it is true that the people who really have touched the firearms are the real gun or simulation guns, often can distinguish it.

On the pistol you took out, it has a "texture" that has a model gun. The kind of cold and heavy feeling is just a moment of witness, and the memories of Poland.

Not very good memories, or is a bad recall ...

In December, Tokyo, the late wind with the chills of the bones.

The air in the small alley is very tidal, and because of the long-term unmanned, with the moisture, there is still a shackles that feel uncomfortable ... Even so, it is far more than the taste smelling It is more peaceful.

The fireworks flavored taste straight nasal cavity, shoulders because of dislocation, there is a painful fire in the dark muzzle ...

And the pair of holding pistols, covered with black red liquid foam.

Poetry and so far can't be forgotten, can't escape, the memories that cannot be defeated.

"Call ... call ..."

As long as I think about the scene at that time, she feels that the throat is blocked by the tongue, and the stomach seems to be violently contracted, and even breathing has become more difficult.

However, even if so, she did not choose to retreat.

"Just now, it is definitely a real gun."

The deep depth of the light lane, Chen Mo and poetry are opposite to the moment, and the smile on the face will slowly retreat.

"Even if it is true, what is the relationship with you?"

"This ... is very important to me."

I buried the deepest wounds, and I don't want to recall the experience anyway ...

Directly look at the poem is an uneasy expression, Chen Mo shakes his head, opens the wallet just sold, and then took out the cash inside.

A total of more than 8,000 yen, it is about 500 words, although it is not much, but because all the relationship between fine fragments, it is poured in the hand and has a thick stack, gently shakes two times. The paper of paper is emitted.

"Just seal some of the money ... Let's take a good drink shop next to the supermarket, what do you want to drink? I invite you."

"……Eh?"

"What is it, isn't it important? Is it important to sit down and slowly say it.

"Ah ... oh ..."

A few minutes later.

Sitting on the sofa, the poem is holding a cup of milk tea, and the expression looks a lot.

The screen of the vines is separated from a small small relatively relatively relatively separate space. The poem is opposite. Chen Mo's single hand supports his head, and the other hand stirred the lemonade in front of the cup: "What is wrong, Here is the most corner of position, no people will bother. "

"Yes……"

Let go of the milk tea cup, the poem is deep breath, then slowly move: "Chen Mo, I ... I want to touch your pistol ... Can you?"

"Oh?"

I heard the request of Shi Nai, Chen Mo picks the eyebrows, not deprived: "What about the reason?"

"Because some things happened before ... I have a huge stress disorder, as long as I see something with guns, I will feel uncomfortable."

In fact, it is not suitable for this simple. As the contact is deepened, the severity of the symptom will rise, never adequate to shock is within the scope of complications.

As the original party, Chen Mo's situation is of course a clear, so he also knows what kind of mentality is currently in the past.

[This has been escaping it is not a way]

[Perhaps you can overcome your psychological shadow as long as you can touch it again.]

- This idea.

"Of course, I said that I am talking about the real gun." Staring at the eyes of Shi Nai, Chen Mo stopped stirring the action, ending the cup, taking a sweet lemonade, then said: "And, you have killed people."

"……you!"

The eyes stunned from the table, and Chen Mo, who looked at the sofa, and her eyes were unbelievable.

"Do you want to ask me how I know?"

I smiled and smiled.

"The reason is very simple, because I have seen a lot ... like you."

Although it really accounted for the original parties to know the story, Chen Mo did not have any casual.

When the CDI is performing the battlefield task, he has seen a lot of interesting things ... The ordinary people who have not bound chicken, after picking up the smoke beasts that should be in two parallel lines, killing The crypt painful expression exposed on the face illuminated by the fire.

"You ... you are ..."

"Isn't you introduced to you, Chen Mo, now is awarded the school, is a glorious people's teacher."

"but……"

When I looked at Chen Mo, I was completely unlike a peaceful expression like a lie, and poetry only felt something chaotic.

"Your voice is too big, will cause others to pay attention, Po Tian classmate."

The double-hand ten fingers are on the table, Chen Mer is connected: "You want to touch my pistol, this is ok, I have no opinion, but do you really sure?"

"decide what?"

"Determine that you can overcome your fear with your true firearm."

"I ..." The eyes are greatly shaken, the poem is slowly sitting back, and the head is also low, the sound is small: "I am uncertain ... Although it is uncertain, I don't know, I am I want to try it. "

"Is that right?"

I nodded, Chen Mo took out the pistol from the measant mezzar, and the smart gun body under the soft and hard metal glory under the soft lights in the drink shop.