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The little girl's tone became unkind, and she glared at him.

The storyteller scratched his head with his hands, probably wondering if he had done anything outrageous recently.

Seeing his puzzled look, the little girl snorted and said, "I'm not satisfied with your ending!"

It turned out to be the case.

The storyteller laughed.

"There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of 1 people, little sister, no matter how good I am, I can't satisfy everyone."

The little girl was taken aback when she heard his words.

"Aren't there 1 Hamlets in the minds of 1 people, why are there only [-]?"

The storyteller said: "Because in the hearts of 1 people, only [-] people have their own ideas, and the rest are fools who follow the crowd. If others are not satisfied, she will also be dissatisfied—"

The little girl thought for a moment before realizing: "You say I'm a fool!"

"How can it be?" The storyteller laughed, "Little sister, it's getting late, have you finished your homework? Hurry up and go home."

"I'm 17 years old, I'm not young anymore!" The little girl puffed up her chest, as if to testify to her own words, proving that she was "not young".

Immediately afterwards, she realized that she was being misled by the nasty storyteller, and said again: "Don't interrupt, I'm not satisfied with your story!"

Yes, this chick is quite persistent, the storyteller shrugged.

"Why are you dissatisfied?"

"I gave the money!"

The storyteller laughed: "Little sister, don't make a mistake, our family's stories are told for free for two weeks, and only in the third week do you start asking for tea money, and you charge for each scene. If you are dissatisfied with the story, you can leave at any time. Isn’t it a bit immoral to spray me again after hearing the ending?”

The little girl was at a loss for words for a moment, she wanted to say, I gave the money, I am God, but seeing the other party's smiling face, she couldn't say that.

This storyteller's temper is a bit like that of the protagonist, both good and evil, especially his smile, which is indescribably bad.

Seeing that she was speechless, the storyteller laughed and walked into the next office.

It was after ten o'clock in the evening, and the little girl was a little scared, but at this time her stubborn temper came up, and she didn't care much, so she followed in.

Seeing that the little girl is quite courageous, the storyteller smiled slightly.

He sat on the chair, put his hands on the back of his head, and looked at the little girl: "Since you can find me, it means that we are destined. Tell me, what are you dissatisfied with?"

The little girl finally found a chance to speak, and immediately said, "I'm not satisfied anywhere!"

"There's no way to talk now, little sister, I suggest you listen to other books."

The little girl also felt that what she had said was too much, so she turned around and said, "The ending, I am most dissatisfied with the ending you said tonight."

"Oh? Auntie, what did the ending offend you again?"

The little girl thought for a while and said, "Your ending was too sudden. The day before yesterday it was said that the protagonist was going to fight the villain, but today it ended suddenly. Many things were not explained. I don't know how the protagonist won."

"Little sister, you have to use your brain even if you are listening to the book, okay? How did he win? I have laid a lot of groundwork in front of me. I have to feed it into your mouth?"

The little girl was at a loss for words again, she knew that the other party was right.

She has been listening to the story and knows the habits of storytellers.

The other party likes to lay the groundwork. A line, a prop, may have appeared a long time ago, and the audience didn't realize it until it was used.

She even suspected that this hateful person might have already figured out how the protagonist would win at the beginning of the story, and waited until the finale.

little girl hum

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Said: "I'm here to listen to the story, not to exercise my brain power."

"Yeah, I also said that if you don't like it, you can listen to it in another place, vote with your feet, and spray me again when I'm closed. The effect won't be better."

"Why do you keep saying this every time? I want to read it, and I want to say it."

"Then I don't follow your idea, how about it, it's fair."

The little girl obviously couldn't talk to the other party, but this was also normal, after all, people depended on their mouths for food, and she was only a high school student.

Her fists were clenched, her face flushed, and she was obviously very angry, but her good breeding didn't make her say anything harsh.

The storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

He looked at the little girl's face and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, as I said, we are destined, and it's not easy for you to come here. I can give you a hint about how the protagonist can defeat that monster."

"Really?" The little girl was overjoyed, and quickly asked, "What hint?"

"This hint is me."

"you?"

The little girl looked blank.

At this moment, the storyteller was sitting leisurely in his chair with a teacup in his hand.

What is this hint?

Could drinking tea be enough to defeat that monster from another world?

But the little girl is not a fool after all, she immediately thought about it.

The style of this storyteller is very obvious. He is a fan of basic reasoning, and he advocates telling everyone all clues equally. Since he said there are hints, there must be ones!

The little girl stared at him for a long time, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"I see! So he relied on—"

"Hush—" The storyteller put his index finger to his lips and shook his head.

The little girl closed her mouth immediately, but the look in her eyes became more and more excited, as if she knew some terrible secret.

It's obviously a story, but it made them look like secret agents.

The little girl followed the storyteller's train of thought for the first time, and she was very happy, and asked again: "But why didn't you just say it directly, anyway, this is missing a paragraph."

The storyteller spread his hands: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

What a queer man!

The little girl knew there must be something inside, but these were not important anymore.

Seeing that the little girl still didn't leave, the storyteller said: "If you have any questions, let's ask them together."

The little girl was a little embarrassed to be seen through by him, but since she came here, she didn't care so much, so she continued to ask: "Why did everyone resurrect after that?"

The storyteller did not answer her question, but instead asked, "What do you think? Why did this happen?"

The little girl frowned: "The protagonist...had a deal with that Almighty God?"

The storyteller laughed and said nothing.

"Did I guess right?" asked the little girl.

The storyteller smiled and said, "That's right, and it's not right either."

The little girl looked at him and suddenly understood what he meant.

This ending is a semi-open ending. The story has already developed to this point, and the twists and turns of the final battle are actually not important anymore.

The audience just wanted to know what happened to the protagonist group in the end.

Any description of details is superfluous.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go."

The storyteller stood up, ready to see off the guests.

"Wait, I have one last question!" The little girl quickly stopped him, "Do you think there really are so many abnormal creatures in the world? Is there really an Administration?"

The storyteller's movements were slightly sluggish.

"Kids, stories are all made up."

After seeing off the little girl, the young storyteller came to the roof of the tea house alone.

It's 11:30pm and there's a light breeze blowing.

The sound of high heels sounded, and a woman came out of the stairwell.

"It's over?"

He turned his head and looked at her: "what you said, why is it so wrong."

The woman gouged him out and said, "Your heart is not clean, so naturally everything you hear is ambiguous."

The storyteller laughed and put his arms around her waist.

The woman put her head on his shoulder, and the two looked at the new crescent moon in the sky together.

"People from the organization... called me again." The woman said suddenly.

"What?"

"It's not because you don't want to see them."

The storyteller cut.

"I worked so hard to pull the timeline back to before the end of the world, is this how they repay me?"

"They always have to think about the future of mankind."

"Ha ha."

"What are you going to do?"

"Then make it difficult to see them. You know, I'm very busy—but I'm a little curious about the person who can persuade you to persuade me."

"you guess?"

……

World View Garden is a newly opened real estate in Jiangzhou. It is not far from the city center and is expensive.

Because it has just been built not long ago, the occupancy rate is not high.

But what is certain is that the identities of the people living here are extraordinary.

Some people even said that the houses here are specially approved by the government, and even if they have money, they cannot buy them.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a car with a non-local license plate stopped at the gate of the community.

Two people came out of it, one was wearing a traditional long gown of country C, and the other was wearing a suit.

The man in the gown is probably in his early 30s, with a refined demeanor, while the man in the suit looks younger with lively eyes.

The outfits of these two people looked a little strange together. Just as the community security guards were about to stop them, the man in a suit took out something that looked like a certificate from his coat pocket and handed it over.

The security guard took it over and looked at it carefully, his pupils dilated slightly, and then immediately returned the thing respectfully and saluted.

The two of them walked all the way to the villa area.

The young man in a suit looked around at the situation in the community. He had worked in the administration for a while, so he could tell that more than 90.00% of the people here were colleagues.

Not only the security guards at the gate, but also the residents, property and cleaning are all the eyes of the management authority.

He also saw hidden cameras and alarms, the latest from the Authority.

The Administration has deployed defenses all over the world, but this is the first time he has seen so many people in one community.

But he didn't ask.

The headquarters sent him here to learn from the "teachers" around him. Since it is learning, he should listen more and read more, but don't ask too many questions. He understands this truth.

When the two arrived at the property, the receptionist saw their IDs, and immediately respectfully invited them into the back office.

The office was covered with curtains, so it was a bit dark. Dozens of large and small screens hung on the wall, without exception, all monitoring the same house.

Several "property personnel" were staring at those screens intently, for fear of missing any details.

The person in the long gown coughed lightly, and the person in charge of the room immediately came forward when he saw him.

"Sir, you are here!"

He hummed: "Captain Huang, let me introduce the situation."

Captain Huang showed a bitter expression: "Sir, the situation is not optimistic. Just this month, three of our colleagues have resigned."