Chapter 453 Home, Sweet Home

It was evening on July 6, 1399, and Lynch finally returned to his familiar home.

The second floor of No. 221 Villa Street.

He put on soft and comfortable pajamas, which had just been washed and were stained with the scent of lavender, which was Lynch's favorite flower scent. The landlady was getting to know Lynch's preferences more and more.

He stretched hard, looked around the small but comfortable living room, smiled with satisfaction, and threw his tired body into the soft sofa.

Comfortable.

The aroma of food had already wafted from the kitchen downstairs. The landlady hummed happily, and the kitchen utensils jingled in her slender hands.

He could taste the landlady's cooking again. Although the food cooked by Mrs. Maggie was not delicious, it was full of the taste of home.

This made Lynch look forward to it.

These five days in Qiwu were quite hard and full of sadness.

Since they realized that there was something wrong with the grains, the four of them didn't dare to eat or drink water for several days, and had to rely on the cheapest simple food they brought with them to fill their stomachs. They used veal loin from Orlando and red heart fruit from Fulan County to fill their stomachs, and they barely quenched their thirst with the homemade wine stored in Miles Village for ten years. Life was miserable, and the miserable Natalie felt that she had gained weight.

...

Maybe it wasn't so miserable.

In fact, Miss Diana's bracelets were enough for the four of them to eat for half a month. Fine ingredients and fine wine, so the only difficulty for the four of them in terms of food was that they didn't know which one to choose.

Accustomed to eating big fish and meat, Lynch certainly looked forward to home-cooked dishes.

Smelling the aroma of the food, the fatigue of the past few days came up, and his eyes were a little hard to open, but at this moment, a little head popped out of the door.

Little Martha was peeking in secretly. Seeing Lynch lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, she thought he was asleep, so she crawled in with her hands and feet. Lynch, who was squinting, saw everything. Her sneaky appearance made Lynch curious.

Since beating up the naughty kid, the little thing has been much more honest and hasn't done anything bad for a long time. I wonder what he wants to do now.

Lynch pretended to sleep calmly, watching the little thing creeping in front of him, and then... Shit.

Lynch was shocked, but it was too late. Little Martha suddenly jumped up, used her body as a sword, and hit his stomach head-on.

Ouch!

With a shrill scream, Lynch curled up like a shrimp, regretting it very much.

I actually thought this dead child became obedient. I really have a problem with my brain.

The little guy succeeded in his attack, but he didn't run away. Instead, he buried his head in Lin Qi's belly and rubbed it intimately for a while, and a muffled sound came from his belly.

"Uncle Lin Qi didn't lie like Dad."

"Huh?"

"That day he said he would be back in a few days, just like what you said when you left, but he never came back. But you came back."

Lin Qi's eyes gradually softened, and he reached out and gently patted the furry little head on his belly.

"Hehe, mom is so happy that her hands are shaking. I am also very happy. It's great. I really hope that this kind of life can continue."

"Yes, but there will be many unsatisfactory things in this kind of life, such as..." Lynch gently stroked Martha's little head. Just when she was about to make a snoring sound, he suddenly stood up, pressed the little thing on his legs, and slapped her on the buttocks. "I let you sneak attack me, I let you crawl on the ground, and I let you hit my belly."

The little thing was beaten so hard that it giggled and tried hard to get rid of Lynch's clutches. It ran to the door with its buttocks covered. It turned back and wanted to make a rude gesture, but it took it back halfway. It gritted its teeth and waved its fist at Lynch, and then happily ran downstairs to complain to its mother.

Little thing.

Lynch pouted. The sleepiness had flown away after being disturbed by the little guy. Lynch simply sat up, opened the detective notebook, and began to organize his gains during this period.

There is no comprehension of abilities. There are still only two powers, namely, concealment and death. Among them, concealment is still the most commonly used lurking and phantom sound, as well as the mysterious intuition of hiding the presence of external objects and sensing the concentration of mysterious filth. The power of death has more auxiliary abilities. However, in addition to the abilities of sensing and communicating with the dead, the most useful ones are the only long-range attack means, death coil, and the strongest defense ability, death denial.

These abilities are gradually not enough. Although Lin Qi has realized in the past few months that the level is not the most important in the mysterious world, the understanding of power and the ability to use it skillfully and accurately are the key to winning, but the level determines the upper limit of the ability after all, which is still very important.

The problem is that I don’t know when I will be promoted next time. The promotion of divine power is indeed troublesome. Fortunately, I got the second Red Moon Memory from the Black Cat Count. Once I encounter the right power, I will have the opportunity to be promoted.

Before that, I can only use secret methods and strange objects to make up for the lack of ability.

Lin Qi calculated that he now had three secrets. In addition to the Swelling Daughter Contact Technique, which he never planned to use again in his life, there were only Flash and the newly learned Secret Technique Nak-Tit Great Prison Technique. Although few, they were very practical, especially the Prison Technique, which could not only trap the enemy, but also cover himself to form a protective shield, and could unite the forces of no more than ten friendly forces, so that you could either pick on a group of us or we could pick on one of you.

A very easy-to-use large-scale defense method. Being able to learn this one already made Lin Qi feel that the risk was not in vain, not to mention that this secret method was just an add-on, and the real gain was something else.

The stand-in puppet, a gift from Dr. Swain, is Lynch's second life.

Since the passion of the fiery lady in the ring was destroyed, Lynch has only five rare items left. In addition to the swollen girl's fan that he has completely sealed, they are a pipe that can be used as a sedative, a pipe that can suck blood and transform. The cane, the super conceptual single-target defense Time Hourglass, and most importantly the Crimson Lady's Mercy, but now there's one more.

Strictly speaking, the stand-in puppet can only be regarded as a special prop, but Lynch still included it as a rare item. This thing is definitely a strategic treasure. Lynch carefully put away this weird doll that looked exactly like himself. Thank you. Doctor, having it here makes you more courageous. If there is a chance, I will definitely help you get rid of it.

[And those things in your soul. 】

There was a subtle smile in the neighbor's tone, which made Lynch's mouth twitch, yes, and the row of evil gods covering his soul.

The Cat's Favor given by the Cat God Bastet, the Call of Water given by the King in Yellow, the Dream of the Sea given by Cthulhu, the Lord of R'lyeh, and the Embrace of Fire given by the fiery lady Cthugha.

Every gift is good, but all gifts from fate have been marked with a price in secret. Which gift from the evil god can make people feel at ease?

Forget it, I won’t bite you if you have too many lice, don’t worry if you have too many debts, and who else wants to stamp it, I will tolerate it.

With a long sigh, Lin Qi closed his notes. In general, he was currently weak in defense and attack, and lacked the attack skills for daily use. Lin Qi decided to find a way to use attack methods when he went to the Secret Tower tomorrow, otherwise he would not be able to attack every day. He held his head and got beaten every time.

Just as he was planning a deception and abduction plan tomorrow, the doorbell of the downstairs door was rang. Lin Qi was startled and looked at his pocket watch. It was already past six o'clock, why was there still someone coming to the door?

Doubtfully, he walked to the stairs and poked his head out, and saw a familiar tall figure standing downstairs, looking up and smiling at him.

Officer Natalie Angell is at it again.