MTL - Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover-Chapter 10 read this stuff...

  Chapter 10 Read this kind of thing...

   Late at night.

  Monica woke up and found herself lying on a single bed.

   She straightened up, looking dazed.

  Everything that happened tonight flashed through her head like a slideshow.

  The murderous demon who attacked her and her companions for no reason, the desperate escape in the mountains and forests, the dawn that appeared in the distance, and finally—

   That calm and calm boy, and a corpse with a miserable death.

  As the images in his mind flashed back and forth, fear quietly emerged, turning into a shadow and entrenched in Monica's heart.

  Even if you can get away with it—

   The shadow that follows must also be rooted in her heart forever like a ghost, and she will spend her life with her like that.

  The room was quiet.

   A wall lamp hangs on the wall not far from the bed, filling the room with soft yellow light.

In the atmosphere of    silence, Monica slowly broke free from this emotional state, and then tried to calm down.

   Maybe it is time to be sad and angry at this moment, but more, it should be the joy after getting rid of the crisis of life and death.

"here is…"

   After trying to adjust her mood, Monica had the heart to look at the surrounding environment.

  This is a room that covers an area of ​​about 20 square meters. Furniture such as wardrobes and tables are all available. Apart from that, there are no conspicuous furnishings.

   The first impression of the whole room is that it is simple and clean.

   The place that caught Monica's attention was the bookshelf beside the desk by the window.

  The bookshelves are full of books, and the owner of the room seems to have deliberately classified these books, and the color of the book cover determines the placement.

  The uniform and orderly colors look like a restored Rubik's Cube, which is very pleasing to the eye.

  Monica stared at the bookshelf.

  This should be that boy's room.

   "I... huh?"

  Monica suddenly noticed something and raised her arm in front of her.

   The arm that was originally full of scratches has now been properly treated and treated.

   This is obviously what the boy did.

  Monica was speechless.

   He felt a little ashamed when he thought that he would faint from the fright of his savior.

   "crunch-"

   The wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

  Moyu walked into the room and saw Monica sitting up at a glance.

   "Wake up."

   "Thank you for saving me..."

  Monica followed the sound and looked at Moyu, her voice hoarse and her face full of gratitude.

   If the boy in front of her hadn't rescued her from the quagmire of life and death, she would have definitely died at the hands of that demon like her companions.

   "No thanks, after all, thanks to you, I can get something important."

  Moyu walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down slowly.

   Get…something important?

  Monica was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Moyu meant.

  Moyu didn't care about Monica's reaction, much less took the initiative to explain, and suddenly took out an expensive-looking mobile phone from his pocket.

   Of course it wasn't his cell phone, but he found it from Monica's pocket when he was in a coma.

"your phone."

  Moyu controlled his strength and threw the phone to Monica, who caught the phone like a conditioned reflex.

   Seeing that the other party took the mobile phone, Mo You continued: "After you passed out, I made an assertion and borrowed your mobile phone, shouldn't you mind?"

   "How come, I, I certainly wouldn't mind..."

  Monica clenched her phone tightly, expressing her attitude towards Moyu "borrowing" her phone nervously.

   Then, she naturally thought that this dilapidated monastery built on the mountain may not be equipped with modern communication equipment, so the boy in front of him took the mobile phone, most likely to call the police.

   But in fact, although Moyou does not have a mobile phone, there is a landline installed in the monastery.

   And Moyu seized Monica's mobile phone, on the one hand to check the identity of the man outside, and on the other hand to confirm whether Monica had called the police.

  Monica didn't know this. She looked at the boy who was sitting casually in the chair and said softly, "You... uh, I don't know your name yet."

   "Moyu."

   Mo You heard the words and called out his name, and then calmly said:

   "It's been about five hours since you called the police. Although I don't know how long it will take for the police to arrive, it should be soon. You can wait here for the police to come."

"what?"

  Monica is a little confused.

   Seeing Monica's reaction, Moyu explained, "I read your call records and know that you have called the police."

   "So it is."

  Monica was stunned.

   Her reaction was quick, immediately considering that the corpse outside might cause trouble for Moyu, she immediately took a deep breath and expressed her attitude:

   "After the police come, I will give you a detailed explanation as a witness, and I will not cause you any trouble in any way."

After    was out of danger and calmed down, this woman showed a completely different performance than before.

  Moyu glanced at Monica in surprise, shook his head and said, "There's no need for that."

"Um?"

  Monica's pupils shrank slightly when she heard the words, and she instantly made up the process of how Moyu handled the corpse while she was in a coma.

   This is enough to show that Moyu is the type who hates trouble.

   Originally, she planned to use a "large donation" to offset Moyou's obligation to cooperate with the investigation, but now it seems...

"I understand."

  Monica pretended to be calm and said, "When the police come, I will deal with the perpetrators on the grounds that they have fled."

  “…”

  Moyu looked at Monica silently, understanding that the other party probably thought he had disposed of the corpse.

   However, Monica's speech and demeanor are somewhat unexpected. Compared with the first sense, it always feels that they are two different people.

   "It's still what I said just now, it's unnecessary. Besides, the body is still outside."

  Moyu shook his head and clearly rejected Monica's proposal.

   His answer made Monica a little confused.

  Moyu slightly adjusted his sitting posture and said in a flat tone: "In the existing medical cases, there is a case called murder and poisoning. The guy outside is most likely a typical example of murder and poisoning."

   "Huh?! I've never heard of such medical cases..."

  Monica's eyes widened in surprise.

   "Simply put, it is a beast that ignores the constraints of the law, is addicted to murder, and ignores life."

  Moyu lowered his eyes.

   In fact, there is a phenomenon that he did not explain.

   "Thinking" this kind of thing...

   While bringing extraordinary power, it will also subtly amplify the good or evil that exists in human nature, and more clearly highlight the various advantages and disadvantages of the character.

   In fact, after Awakening "Mind", Moyu also vaguely felt that he had undergone some changes.

   But he doesn't think that's a bad thing.

   And a murderer and poisoner who awakens "mind" is simply the most troublesome and troublesome existence for the whole society.

   "As long as you think about it a little, you can understand, how can such a reckless beast have a normal identity, so I used your mobile phone to check the information of the wanted criminal. In order to narrow the scope, it took a while."

"That means…"

  Monica understood a little.

   "That's right."

  Moyou nodded and said calmly: "The guy outside is a wanted criminal, the police will only come here... eh?"

   stopped abruptly halfway through.

  Moyou's eyes changed slightly, he picked up the pencil on the desk at the fastest speed, and waved and threw it.

  唰—

The    pencil cut through the air and hit the wall light switch.

   clack.

  The room instantly plunged into darkness.

   "Someone, not the police, be quiet."

   Then, Moyu asked Monica to swallow the doubts she was about to say with the shortest words.

   (end of this chapter)