His leg injury was a few years ago, and he broke it to save someone, so there was nothing to hide. He had undergone many surgeries in recent years, and finally got used to it. Apart from having no feeling, it was no different from a normal leg. If he didn't show it on his own initiative, no one could see it.

He looked up at the row of trophys in the cabinet, with his eyes reminiscing.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t inherit the martial arts school like this, which disappointed his grandfather.

But now there is a chance to heal before him, so he might as well seize it.

Thinking of this, Mingjue clenched his fists.

Gin didn't say anything.

This is a cruel person.

It is obvious that after the car accident, he did not give up on himself, nor did he relax his training, but worked harder to make the prosthetic limbs reach the same effect as normal limbs. This process must be very painful and beyond the reach of people.

He did not agree with this kind of sacrifice to save others, but he would not despise this kind of behavior.

He has no noble character, but it does not mean that he will sneer at those who have noble character.

But once he has the chance, he will still kill this guy without hesitation!

His gin has never suffered such great humiliation in so many years!

As for what Ming Jue said, he could only say half of his belief. After knowing where this world was, he had calmed down.

Isn’t it just a modern society that has passed more than ten years later? It’s still a modern society. Even in this strange world, he can still live!

Of course, if you can go back, you will naturally have to go back.

The back of the boss flashed through Gin's mind, as well as various scenes that had been trained by tissues since childhood.

He was born for the organization, and his value was to give everything for the organization. These have been deeply reflected in his mind and will not change.

If Ming Jue, who had watched the entire plot, knew what Gin was thinking at this time, he would probably sigh that he had been brainwashed and was also brainwashed very much.

It’s just a pity that Ming Jue didn’t know and didn’t watch the entire plot, so he couldn’t make this sigh.

At this time, Gin was not as experienced and scheming as ten years later. He was young and energetic and inevitably exposed some emotions on his face. He was just cautious in his personality, and his long scattered hair was drooping, and no one could see the expression on his face.

Ming Jue didn't care about Gin's emotions. Can a prisoner who was almost tied up in a rank, and he can still kill him?

After confirming that there was no major problem with his legs, he put on his coat and walked into the living room to check if there was anything unusual in the living room.

Gin first appeared in the living room. The living room was only less than 5 or 6 meters away from him on the bedroom bed. In other words, will the person who appears randomly appear within the distance around him?

Ming Jue's eyes looked around the living room, and there was no sign of passiveness in the living room.

I thought it wasn't long before Gin came over, but before I could check the surrounding environment, I found someone in the bedroom.

He sat on the sofa, leaned against the backrest of the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling.

He is 25 years old and his parents passed away when he was very young. He was raised by his grandfather.

Grandpa has always run a martial arts school that has been passed down from generation to generation. Although he is older, his health is better than that of ordinary young people.

Grandpa basically lives in his own martial arts hall and doesn’t come often, so he lives alone.

This six-story old building is more than ten years old. It was built by his parents when they were still alive. It is located in this old town surrounded by a bunch of tall buildings.

Originally, the real estate industry had not yet risen at that time, and his parents had a vision and spent a lot of money to build such a building. But something happened before the house was sold.

Thanks to this building, Ming Jue has never been worried about money since he was a child. Even though he has done a lot of surgery, big and small in recent years, he still has some extra money.

But it was an old house, the environment was a bit bad and needed to be repaired. There was no one living in it recently, so he planned to renovate the house so that the rental price would be higher.

As a result, before he started to find someone to work, he had to think about his future.

He has no big hobbies. Apart from being addicted to knives in his early years and buying a lot of knives, he doesn't spend much money on his usual expenses.

After graduating from college, he wanted to join the army. With his skills trained by his grandfather since he was a child, he was more than enough to become a special forces soldier. Unfortunately, he might not be able to return home for several years after joining the army. Grandpa was reluctant to leave, and his grandfather had no one to take care of him, so he didn't go.

After graduation, he simply worked as a coach in his grandfather's martial arts school, specializing in teaching some children who his parents sent to exercise.

After the car accident, he was idle at home, doing rehabilitation training, exercised his body, and read novels, and completely turned into a home.

This sudden encounter was like a huge rock pouring into this stagnant lake, completely breaking his peaceful life.

After rubbing his face, Ming Jue sat up.

First, he had to finish the episode of Detective Conan, first know what the plot was, and secondly, he would consider how to arrange gin.

He flipped through the episode of Detective Conan on his computer. He couldn't remember when he downloaded this episode in a folder hidden deep and named [Study Materials].

I didn't feel anything abnormal when I watched it. Now I think about it, maybe it wasn't what he downloaded at all.

I walked into the study, turned on the computer and searched for Detective Conan. A bunch of content popped up, but there was no such Detective Conan.

At this time, Mingjue didn’t understand that this episode was not downloaded by him at all!

"In other words, there is no such episode as "Detective Conan" in this world... As the collision of dimensions becomes deeper and deeper, will anyone sense the story over there and draw this episode in the future?"

This is something worth thinking about, but it is too early to think about this now. After all, comics require construction periods, and even if someone can sense the story there is drawn, it will be a long time since it was released.

Putting aside those messy thoughts, Mingjue turned on the air conditioner, wrapped the bed blanket, took out a pack of melon seeds from the drawer, and started to have a sensation at twice the speed.

He doesn't know how long this episode is, but judging from the compactness at the beginning, it shouldn't be too long...

The computer host runs at low frequency, the fan makes a little noise, the colored lights of the keyboard and mouse cause light pollution in the study room without turning on the light, and the sound of eating melon seeds is particularly obvious in this quiet night.

Gin was separated by a wall, and she didn't know what Ming Jue was doing.

But one thing is certain, that guy named Ming Jue doesn't plan to care about him now.

It’s cold in winter nights, especially in the south, but the gin itself wears a lot, so it doesn’t feel cold.

The bedroom lights had been turned off by Mingjue, and the thick curtains were pulled up, and the moonlight could not be seen, but the door was not closed, and the lights from the living room were enough to let him see clearly what was in the room.

His eyes first fell on the vertical calendar on the opposite table, which clearly stated December 2020. At this point in time, that guy really didn't lie to him.
Chapter completed!