The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 81 The Hermit

The evening wind was blowing on Mo Zhen's contented smiling face, he stroked his round belly, and suddenly discovered that the class reunion was actually a social event as beautiful as the memorial service.

Both can allow him to replenish enough food to last a week in a pleasant atmosphere.

Life has never lacked beauty, what is lacking is the angle to discover this beauty.

As a performance artist, Mo Zhen can always accurately grasp the aesthetic angle with his unique artistic insight.

Just when Mo Zhen was proud of the spring breeze, humming a ditty like a nostalgic cannonball at the class reunion, he suddenly felt a tightness in his body.

His trousers were being tugged at.

Is there a gay guy pulling my trouser chain?
Mo Zhen was highly concentrated in an instant, but when he realized that what he was dragging was his wallet, his concentration relaxed again.

"Tch, it turned out to be a pickpocket..."

Mo Zhen didn't panic at all now, because his wallet was tied to his trousers with a chain, and it was almost impossible to take his wallet away unless he took off his trousers.

A normal person would not be able to do such a thing as tying a chain to a wallet, but Mo Zhen is obviously out of the category of normal people.

However, this pickpocket's skills are somewhat superb, and it was only when he was dragging the iron chain that Mo Zhen discovered it.

Just when Mozhen was planning to adopt the coping strategy of calling someone or punishing him on the spot according to the opponent's physique.

"Thorn-"

Mo Zhen lost the chain holding his purse.

No, to be precise, half of Mo Zhen's pants were ripped off...

A cool feeling came from the snow-white thighs, and Mo Zhen immediately lifted his trousers, and was about to chase the pickpocket.

However, Mozhen looked around for a week, but he didn't find any guy who looked like a pickpocket!

If it weren't for the torn pants and exposed thighs, Mozhen would even wonder if he really suffered from hypochondria!

After meticulously confirming every suspicious person, Mo Zhen came to the conclusion that an invisible person stole his wallet.

After obtaining this important feature, Mozhen thought he had obtained enough clues, so he carried his torn pants and swaggered towards [Bureau of Order] with half of his underwear exposed.

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Presence is an elusive and magical property.

Just like the signboards on the roadside when you go home from school every day, the same vegetation in the green belt.

These things are very conspicuous optically, but because they are too familiar or not important, they are ignored by people.

People will turn a blind eye to things that do not have a sense of existence. Although they do not hide themselves in the optical sense, you do not feel, value, or think about them.

A thin, ordinary-looking man was walking briskly through the bustling streets.

He was holding a wallet tied with an iron chain in his hand, and a large piece of cloth was hanging on the other end of the iron chain.

Even with such an attractive appearance, all the passers-by turned a blind eye to him.

The eyes couldn't focus on him, the information couldn't be processed in the brain.

This man is like a grass on the roadside, a grain of sand on the ground, completely unable to get the attention of others.

To put it simply, this man did not hide his figure on the optical level, but downplayed his own existence on a more fundamental level.

There is nothing outside your mind, if there is no world in your mind, even if the whole world is in front of you, all you can see is yourself.

This man has erased his own existence from [spirituality].

As his footsteps continued to move, he came to an abandoned factory that no one cared about.

After scanning for a week, there was no one around. The thin man in gray clothes opened his wallet and pulled out the resident card in the wallet with his slender fingers to see which lucky one was about to give his love.

Looking at the headshot on the resident card, the man quietly narrowed his eyes.

He seemed to know the person on the resident card.

The reason why it seems to be is because the other party and the image in his impression have some way out.

"Strange, is it just the same name? No, the age and gender also match... Has it changed too much?"

When he was young, he heard that society is a big dye vat. Once a person steps into the society, he will involuntarily undergo tremendous changes.

After witnessing all this with his own eyes, he has a deeper understanding of the terrifying appeal of society.

"Since this is the case, I will treat it as you, and it can be regarded as a reward. I think you should have no complaints..."

Late at night, the man returned to the orphanage with a cart full of supplies.

At this time, apart from him in the orphanage, only Dean Li of the orphanage was still working.

Looking at this hard-working volunteer, Dean Li had a gratified smile on his face.

"It's really hard work for you, Xiao Ming. This time, we have raised so many supplies. There are still many good people in the world..."

The man smiled lightly and said nothing.

Clearly, this man has his unique recruiting skills.

While the man was silently carrying the things to the basement storage room, the elderly Dean Li was still chattering like a homely old man.

"It's a pity for you. A child as capable as you, if he didn't stay here, he would definitely be able to accomplish a lot outside..."

The man has heard these words countless times.

Born in an orphanage, he stays here, maybe out of gratitude, maybe out of nostalgia, but he thinks from the bottom of his heart that this job is the most suitable for him, and he is also the most suitable for this job.

He has been unknown since he was a child, and he obtained this ability in obscurity.

After realizing the special ability of his own air-like existence, he realized that he was abandoned by this world.

He didn't want to use this ability to do grand events, he just wanted to ask the world for what they deserved for those children who were also abandoned.

After moving all the supplies into the underground storage room, before locking the door, he took a last look at the storage room, suddenly thought of something, and murmured to himself in confusion.

"It's strange...the puppets and porcelain puppets that were staying here, why are they gone?"

These two toys had been placed here a long time ago, and he couldn't remember how they got there.

The reason why men are impressed with them is that the workmanship of these two dolls is very exquisite, and they look as lifelike as living people at first glance.

Although it is a pity that they are gone, these two dolls are of no use here, and they may have been thrown away by other volunteers now that they have disappeared.

Locking the door and hiding all the secrets in his heart, the man finished his work day.

(End of this chapter)