Renzaimeiman: Grant It And You’Ll Get It Back 10,000 Times!

Denso died three years ago, and now Denso is in front of him. Lin Yu didn't believe that Densuo had the ability to bring back the dead, nor did he believe that Mutant had lied to him, so there must be an explanation for all this. Densuo gave the explanation bitterly.

"This is the future. I died three years ago. Lin Yu remembers my words. I come from the third millennium AD!"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment and remembered Diansuo's words. After all, what he said was that he came from the distant future, from a huge amount of time span.

"How can this be!"

"You changed the world. Although I don't know how you did it, you changed everything I knew. When I traveled again, I found that I could not return to the 30th century, but was involved in In the twenty-second century, when I was on my deathbed, I did a memory reading just to convey hope to you."

Looking at Lin Yu standing in front of him, Densuo didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. Hope's appearance must have been an accident, and what role Lin Yu played in this accident. Even Densuo himself was not very aware of it. It was clear, but Dunso had no other choice. Among the people he knew in the twentieth century, anyone could compromise, anyone could be threatened, and Hope's safety was not. Then you have to find an evil villain, and Lin Yu is the best choice.

He will not be threatened, he will not surrender lightly, be despicable and determined to kill, banish cruelty, with three twisted eyes, but the way he handles things, money and commitment are absolutely reliable, and therefore, Huo Huo will not be threatened. If Putuo is entrusted to another party, he can put everything down without any scruples, let everything start again, and return everything to its original state.

"Are you really dead?"

After saying such a will, it was obvious that Deng Su standing in front of him was also dead. He walked over and touched it, only to find that there was a real body on the other side, but his cheeks felt a little cold. When he touched it, his awkward movements were solved, and the electric lock smiled happily.

"If you can successfully deal with all your enemies, I may appear again in the future. Definitely, with your hitting style, this may be the last time we meet!"

"She is only seven years old, and her power is fading because your time changes have made the history of the entire world advance to an uncertain point. Lin Yu, I hope you can take good care of her.

"Thank you, Lin Yu!"

"Hey! I'm not...

"I promise!"

After stating the facts in an emotionless and regretful tone, the electric lock simply disappeared. With the last words, his entire body was petrified into a statue, and then the surrounding images rotated, and Lin Yu returned to On the beach, his own hand was still holding the hand of the female doll, and the other hand was touching the burnt bear, with a somewhat alert expression.

"What is your name!"

"Hope-Summers."

Lin Yu was once tortured by a child, and the child in front of him seemed to be the same. He frowned slightly at Densuo's words just now, remembering the real dream. He looked at the girl standing in front of him and asked again

"Are you a Mutant?"

"My Ability is the power to stabilize all the Mutants I have learned. I am able to imitate all the powers I have learned and seen. Teleporting to the future is also a means to achieve this end."

This girl is very docile, she can explain everything Lin Yu asks, and the ability to imitate other people's power to stabilize her own release is very scary. Lin Yu has always felt that Hope-Summers has more, but now he himself Doubted.

"I'm not dreaming?"

"That's right, but then again, it's not really that. You just appear and suddenly disappear into the future. They don't remember you."

"What exactly is going on!"

"This is what my father asked me to give you before he died."

The girl pouted and handed the letter to Lin Yu. There were too many problems. The girl actually didn't know that her father didn't seem to have completely left her before he was alive. He gently stroked her body to keep her warm. She vaguely remembered that she had to be strong. Crying, because it means embarrassing her father again. The uncle in front of her will take care of her. Although the other party is scary, her father hopes that she will be obedient, at least. Listen to this uncle.

Lin Yu opened the letter. It was a list, including William Stryker, Bolivar Trask, and a few names he didn't recognize. There were about thirty names, bound together in his hand. This was a sum of money. The fixed loss deal was due to the death of the electric switch and the need to raise the girl by himself.

Real feelings kept rolling in his mind. Lin Yu always felt that something was wrong. Everything was a mess from beginning to end, but he couldn't remember it or say it. Looking at the little girl next to him, he could really abandon her. Well, this is obviously impossible, but luckily he only needs to take care of her food, drink, and toilet. If anyone dares to bully him, he will shoot him. Everything else has to be decided by himself. The only thing I have to do is to take good care of the child. Fortunately, it is a seven-year-old child. If it were a newborn child, I would kill him, no matter who he is.

No matter what his morals are, he will never let a second doll pee or poop on him! "Who are you?

"Who are you!"

When he saw Lin Yu carrying the porcelain doll that looked like a girl, the expression on the old man's face was shattered. Lin Yu immediately pulled out his gun. The old man sat on the sofa and raised his hands above his head, indicating that he was definitely not laughing, but enduring.

"Columbia Public School, founded by the president of Columbia University, is located on Long Island, close to the research department of Columbia University. It is probably one of the best schools in New York. It is an elite high-end education that ordinary people cannot enter. The annual tuition is 1.2 million , the tuition was not high, but senior professors from Columbia University took over my classes, and I graduated from elementary school to high school. I got my ID card and other certificates, bought an apartment nearby, and everything was done.

The old ghost pushed a paper bag to the table in front of Lin Yu. He asked without looking at it.

"You found the person I asked you to investigate!"

"Bolivar-Trask died twenty years ago. His Trask Industries is very mysterious. Its headquarters is in Alaska. If you hadn't mentioned this company, I wouldn't have known that this company was actually funded by the National Foundation. The 20% allocation is for a large industry with total assets of more than five trillion US dollars. You can think of what they have created. This is

What!"

"What!?"

"nothing!"

After a series of exaggerations, and finally an answer that made Lin Yu want to punch someone, the old man realized that he might have gone too far, so he clarified

"I'm not kidding you, it's been forty years since the Vietnam War and the Peninsular War, and it's been over thirty-five years since Bolivar-Trask built Trask Industries. Only money has come in, not a single technological product has been marketed or used in the military. Serving in China.”