Summoner of Miracles

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In the cafe on the second floor, the entire lobby is covered in heavy silence, with no sign of the relaxation and restraint of the moment.

Poetry was holding the information in his hand, looking at it little by little, and sometime, he bit his lip.

Looking at a poem like this, Ro really didn't say anything, he drank his own coffee.

It was not until a long time ago that Poetry put down the information in his hand and looked at Luo Zhen.

In its eyes, hostility has emerged.

“Are you investigating me? ”

Poetry says something like this.

What he just saw is that poetry is a compilation of personal intelligence.

Poetry is all sorts of information from a young age on this information.

Including the diplomatic accident that led to the death of his father when he was a child and the mental breakdown of his mother.

It also includes the fact that poetry was formerly a matter of living with her mother at her mother's house in the countryside.

Of course, that incident five years ago was among them.

The poem was a mistake that killed the robber who robbed the post office.

Such intelligence, all gathered together, appeared in the hands of Luo Jin, can't you prove that Luo Zhen investigated the poetry?

In this way, it is no wonder that poetry takes a hostile look at Luo Zhen.

However, Luo Zhen's face does not change color.

“Now that you're here, prove that you're trying to solve your own problems, and don't hesitate to ask me for help? ”

Luo Zhen looked at Poetry.

“Since you intend to turn to me for help, your question still needs to be told that, instead of letting you speak for yourself and unravel the scar, it would be better for me to know it beforehand, and to be prepared in advance. ”

It's just a matter of words.

If you want information about poetry, Luo Zhen doesn't even need to investigate it himself. Let Seijiro Kikuoka provide you with information about poetry. I'm sure he won't refuse.

In fact, when Luo Zhen mentioned this to Seijiro Kikuoka, it took Seijiro Kikuoka less than half an hour to gather the information on file and send it to Shinjiro's phone.

The "Dead Gun" incident fell to stone, and Shinjiro Kikuoka couldn't afford to satisfy Luo Zhen, which amounted to a debt of gratitude to Luo Zhen. In that case, the other party naturally had to respond to Luo Zhen's demands.

And because of this, Luo Zhen already knows that, in fact, attacking his own Kyouji is Poetry's friend, what exactly is he hating himself for, stimulated to look like that.

Unfortunately, the State has already negotiated the "Dead Gun" incident and is not prepared to make it public. In view of the after-effects, the incident will be hidden. Only the parties and their families will be informed. The foreign party claims that Kyouji has been sent to a foreign country to study. Therefore, Poetry does not yet know that Kyouji is an accomplice to the "Dead Gun", let alone his true identity. Only from his family and school will he know that he will not come back. There is no farewell, so the poem has been lost for a while.

But it's also better than being poemed knowing Kyouji's true face.

Poetry must be devastating to know if your only friend is that kind of person, or to get close to you for that purpose?

The result, for poetry, is kind.

Chang Yi was also arrested yesterday by the police and imprisoned, and together with Kyouji, a psychiatrist and a psychiatrist were hired to diagnose and treat them. It is unlikely that they will be able to be seen again in their lifetime.

The two brothers became such criminals that their parents were said to have almost collapsed, especially their fathers, knowing that they had caused the death of two people with their own hands, and that the hospital had completely lost its heirs and had been devastated.

Of course, Ro really doesn't care about anything like that.

Since Yasina has been treated the same way and has been over-educated by her family, Roseanne has little interest in this type of person.

Therefore, it can only be said that the other party suffers for itself, that the education is inappropriate, that all the bitter consequences need to be borne by themselves, and that they are not entitled to receive any mercy at all.

But that reminds Rojin of a wake-up call.

“We'll have to hold on to our children's education in the future. ”

Who made him have a lovely, outrageous daughter, a fiancée of the world and a lover of the other?

In the future, it would be a good thing for his children to learn about the problem earlier.

Thinking about something that had nothing to do with the current conversation, Luo Zhen looked at poetry.

“Post-traumatic stress syndrome, I didn't expect you to have this mental illness. ”

Word, poetry is silence for it.

After a while, the poem exhaled and calmed down.

“Now that you know all about it, tell me, do you really think you can fix my problem by asking me here? ”

Poetry greets Luo's true gaze, so to speak.

“I've seen a lot of psychiatrists as well, taking their medications and treating them on time as they ordered, and even then, until now, my problems have shown no signs of improvement. ”

In this situation, how can Rojin solve the problem of poetry?

“You probably come from something extraordinary, thinking that the problems I'm experiencing are real problems, like financial difficulties, so you can help me solve them, but unfortunately I'm not. ”

Speaking of which, the tone of poetry is full of self-inflicted self-inflicted abandonment.

“Or do you want to introduce me to a famous psychiatrist? Help me cover all the costs? I'll tell you what. It's probably useless...”

In a word, we haven't finished yet, Ro Zhen interrupted the noise.

“First of all, I must correct you. My origins are mediocre. My family is just an ordinary family, and even if you don't believe me, it is true. ”

Luo Zhen interrupted the poetry so that the poetry was flashing. There appeared to be a distrust in his eyes, and then he smiled slightly.

“Secondly, I don't need to get you a shrink, let alone pay for your treatment, and I can solve your problem in a moment. ”

That's what Ro really said.

“One... moment...? ”

Poetry was completely stunned there.

And by this time, Rojin had taken a big package out of the stage.

That's a rectangular box.

“Come on, open it. ”

Luo Zhen pushed the box in front of Poetry.

“...... ”

Poetry really wanted to ask what this was, but he closed his mouth with Luo Jin's eyes open.

Looking at the box in front of him, the poem hesitated for a moment and lifted his hand and reached over.

In the process, poetry finds itself suddenly beating very fast.

The subconscious is telling Poetry, "Don't touch this box. Don't touch it. It's the last thing she wants to see, and the last thing she can touch."

But eventually, the poem shook its hands and opened the box.

This opens, and what's inside the box is imprinted with poetic curtains.

“...... ”

Seeing clearly what's in it, poetry is a breath lag.

His heart beat and beat violently.