When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

Carrying the remaining butternut, Li Shanren quickly walked back to his dark alley and came to the entrance of the alley. When he was about to walk in, he stopped and looked at the scattered stones on the ground, his eyes slightly Squinted.

There are some stones of different lengths scattered in the shadow of the alley. No matter how the sunlight changes, they will remain in the shadow. These are a simple early warning measure arranged by Li Shanren.

If someone walks into this alley, no matter who it is, they will inevitably encounter them and change their positions. In this way, Li Shanren will know that someone has been here.

But something was different this time. Li Shanren squatted down and looked at the position of each stone. Although it was very subtle, he could still tell that the stones on the ground had been stepped on, but that person seemed to have discovered that the stones were function, and hurriedly returned them to their original positions.

However, the technique is rough and clumsy, and many details are not handled properly.

Although Li Shanren thinks he has no ability, he has always been a little bit different from ordinary people since he was a child. For example, he is very sensitive to the details of certain things.

This characteristic developed into some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder when he grew up, but it was only activated at specific times and in specific situations.

Li Shanren gently moved the stones with his fingers, completely returning them to their original positions, then stood up and looked at the corner of the alley.

The alley where he lives is actually a dead end, and no one usually comes in unless it is other homeless people.

"Is someone coming to steal my territory?"

This was the first thought that came to Li Shanren's mind.

After living here for so long, this is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing.

Li Shanren took out the stone that he had polished to a sharp and shiny stone from his pocket, walked quietly against the wall to the corner, squatted down, stuck out half of his face, and looked into the alley with only one eye exposed.

I saw a small figure curled up on the bedding he had carefully laid out. He carefully collected the strips of cloth bit by bit and washed them cleanly. He was considered high-end and classy among the homeless community. It was a "good nest", but at the moment it was occupied by a stranger.

Thinking of another smelly guy lying on his bed, Li Shanren felt like his own things had been defiled.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and continued to observe without saying a word.

Taking a closer look, Li Shanren suddenly noticed something was wrong. The little figure huddled on the bedding seemed to be wearing a rather luxurious ice blue dress. The exposed neck was as white as milk, and the hair was slightly curly and silver-gray.

"It seems like it's not another homeless man, it's a child." Li Shanren muttered to himself.

He stood up slowly and walked softly into the dark alley. The sharp stone in his hand tightened again and again. Li Shanren would not let down his guard just because the other person looked like a child. What if it was actually a different kind of goblin? Woolen cloth? !

In this unfamiliar world, he didn't know what other curious creatures there were.

Walking silently to the bedding, Li Shanren finally got a clear look at this little guy who occupied his territory without saying hello.

Well, it’s confirmed, it’s indeed a child, a little girl who looks to be less than ten years old. She shouldn’t be some “goblin who looks like a little girl”.

"It looks a bit familiar..."

Li Shanren touched his chin. The little girl's face in front of him was like a crystal carved from ice, with a bulging shape. It looked very fleshy, and it must feel good when pinched.

Soon, he remembered the child who bumped into him when he went to church this morning. Compared with the little girl curled up in his bed, Li Shanren's brain was running rapidly, frantically searching for the scene when he bumped into the little girl. The scene was compared with the one in front of me one by one. Judging from the height, hair color and clothing details, it cannot be said to be exactly the same, it can only be said to be completely consistent.

She seems to be the child left behind by the dead businessman couple.

"It's not such a coincidence. If this is a novel, as a liberal arts student, I think the author is a little deliberate..."

Li Shanren scratched his hair, feeling a little at a loss.

The little girl was sleeping soundly, her flat and weak chest rising and falling gently, her brows furrowed, and there seemed to be traces of undried tears remaining in the corners of her eyes.

If this look were seen by some people on Blue Star, they would probably draw their swords to fight against him.

"Otherwise, let her wake up here first. Maybe she will leave on her own after waking up." Li Shanren scratched his head and did not have the idea of ​​waking the other party up and driving him away.

After all, he had just lost his parents. If Li Shanren treated him harshly, he would be a bit cold-blooded. He was an ordinary person, not a cold-blooded black man who could hold a whirlwind ax and slash at the small office.

According to Li Shanren's idea, he would rather wait for the other party to wake up and send her to a nearby orphanage, which would be considered a good deed.

With this thought, Li Shanren quietly sat down against the corner, raised one knee, put his elbow on his knee, supported his head and slowly closed his eyes, leaving only two eye slits.

He was actually quite tired.

The church and the market were far away from the alley where he lived, so Li Shanren made a trip to both ends, and then helped Abel clean up the stall. After spending a lot of energy, he walked back here, and after one trip, he even had food and clothing. Unable to solve any problem, he only felt exhausted all over. It happened to be afternoon again, and Li Shanren, who occasionally took a nap, was naturally sleepy.

He yawned slightly, turned his head and glanced at the cute sleeping face of the little girl, and then his eyelids fought with each other. After all, he was defeated by sleep, closed his black eyes completely, and fell into a deep sleep.

Time passes quietly and inadvertently, like an endless river.

When Li Shanren woke up with his head hanging down, the sky had dimmed slightly, and the already dark alley became even darker.

Li Shanren rubbed his sleepy face, then remembered that there was an uninvited guest on his bed. He subconsciously looked to the side and saw that there was no one on the bed. The cute little girl in an ice blue dress But he didn't know when he left, and he didn't disturb Li Shanren in his sleep.

Of course, it's also possible that he was too asleep.

As a former master of lying flat, Li Shanren has no other advantages in sleeping, except that he can sleep well. In order not to be late for morning classes, he set seven alarm clocks for himself in a row. As a result, when the alarm clock finally rang, Li Shanren Before he woke up, his three unjust roommates were all forced to get up, and then angrily pulled Li Shanren out of bed, who was sleeping like a dead pig.

"Let's go. I'm probably scared when I see a strange homeless man sleeping next to me."

Li Shanren was very open-minded and put down his previous plan to send the little girl to an orphanage. After all, everyone was gone, so what else did he plan? It was just an idea to help casually when they met by chance. People don't care about this at all.

It was getting late, and after sleeping against the cold red brick wall all afternoon, Li Shanren had a slight headache. He didn't plan to sleep anymore and had to find something to do.

He stood up against the wall and stretched. The large apple he ate for lunch was very good at keeping him hungry, and his stomach didn't feel empty yet. Li Shanren decided to go out to the alley to do some daily study for the past month - to identify the world one by one. The tadpole essay.