Help, I've become a paper man

"Oh, check it." Song Yi replied casually, obviously not coming back to his senses yet. His wandering thoughts returned to the props, but only for a moment. The butler's eyes drifted over and glanced at him, guessing something.

The housekeeper said, "If you don't have any other arrangements, please come with me first. The storage fee at Master Zhang's place is more expensive."

Song Yi laughed twice, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but the delay in receiving the goods was not intentional. In any case, he never expected that he would die so suddenly.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Song Yi didn't think about it carefully, nor did he plan to say it out loud. The housekeeper next to him didn't care either. After a few simple words, Song Yi was thrown to take a shower. After changing clothes, the two set out from home and went to Ling Zhi's territory together. This time they did not use the teleportation array, but under the leadership of the housekeeper, they went to the garage first.

On the way there, Song Yi didn't get any lesson at all, and he was not quiet at all. He kept asking the reason. The housekeeper also showed disgust, but instead patiently explained.

To sum it up in the words of the housekeeper, on the one hand, it was because Yan Changyue's work was not finished yet, and on the other hand, it was also because of Song Yi. Yan Changyue was eager to resurrect him, so she chose a place to live nearby. This shows that the current residence is convenient enough. It is not only not far from the place where the battle took place, but also near Ling Zhi's territory.

When Song Yi heard this, he couldn't help but be distracted for a moment when he got into the car. He was thinking that the relationship between Ling Zhi and Yan Changyue was so good that Yan Changyue could even buy a property next to Ling Zhi's territory. What's the difference between this and seeing another big boss by opening the bedroom door.

But then, when the butler started to show off his drag racing, Song Yi stopped having wild thoughts. The car was going so fast that he didn't even have time to think. He just felt like something was being thrown out of his head.

During the driving process, good news happened and bad news appeared.

The good news is that this time the vehicles do not need to stop at the gate, they can drive directly in. When the vehicles approach, the gate will lift the gate first and open the way for traffic. Song Yi failed to notice this, and he was left with dizziness, and starlight gradually appeared in his vision, spinning around.

This was the bad news, so he endured it for a minute longer, and when the car stopped, he was still a little dazed.

After the butler got out of the car, he took the initiative to come around and help him open the door, and said in a gentle tone: "Master, please get out of the car."

If this happened normally, Song Yi would laugh secretly in his heart, feeling that he had also experienced the limited edition of middle school second year, but at this moment, he slowly moved his body, rubbed against the door, put one hand on his neck, held the door frame with the other hand, let his feet land on the ground first, and then tried to stand up.

His voice was also light and he said sleepwalkingly, "My brain seems to be shaken up."

The housekeeper still smiled, did not support him, nor did he explain. He just stood aside, and there was a smile in his eyes when he looked at him, which seemed a little loving.

Song Yi didn't notice these. He even lost the desire to vomit. The world seemed particularly blank. His overly sensitive five senses became a burden at this moment, directly escalating the degree of discomfort. About half a minute later, he was able to move his feet, let go of the car door, turned around, and slowly walked towards the door of the building.

He said in a drifting voice, "I'm like a bottle of milkshake, shaken evenly and ready to drink."

Song Yi and Noah's Ark were used to telling random jokes during the time of recuperation. He didn't even realize that he was telling them casually at this moment.

The butler followed him and asked cooperatively: "So do you need a straw?"

Now it was Song Yi's turn to be confused. He let out an "Ah", and before his slow brain could react, he was led by the housekeeper to the fourth floor again. The wall in front of him was normal. When they approached 404, the door was slightly open before they knocked.

The light from the corridor penetrated into the dim room, illuminating only a small area at the door. A pair of old sneakers could be seen, brushed to a pale color, with traces of time clearly visible. Before Song Yi could see clearly, a hand reached out, and at the same time a voice came from inside the door, saying rather anxiously:

"Stop, don't come over here, I'll go over..."

As he spoke, he turned his palm over and patted the door frame soothingly, placing his palm on it, and slowly slid towards the wall as he stepped out.

Song Yi shuddered, shocked by the abnormal aura between the movements, but his brain was instantly clear, the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, and he directly entered the state of facing the strong man, and took the initiative to say: "Morning, Master Zhang, you have worked hard, you have worked hard, I will go there too..."

Halfway through his words, he met the tired otaku's face, and past memories came flooding back. The second half of his sentence was choked in his throat, leaving only two dry laughs.

No matter how I think about it, there must be something strange in the house!

Master Zhang didn't care. After leaving the room, he closed the door and walked towards Song Yi, saying, "No, she doesn't like you. You smell too bad."

Song Yi subconsciously asked: "What do you mean by too complicated?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the housekeeper sigh. Master Zhang paused and looked straight at Song Yi, which made Song Yi subconsciously wonder if he asked something taboo.

Master Zhang lowered his head, showing the attitude of a taciturn science and engineering man again. He stopped in front of Song Yi and the others, raised his right hand again, and put it against the wall. The originally hard white wall became dented. Master Zhang grabbed it and pulled out an object inexplicably, and then handed it to Song Yi as he retracted his hand.

"Here." said Master Zhang.

Song Yi looked closely and saw a long gray strip in front of him. It seemed to be made of denim. The texture was still clear and there were signs of wear at the corners. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary waist bag, even a little old.

"What is this...?" Song Yi asked. A guess just popped up in his mind, but he rejected it again. Even though he raised his hand, he didn't take the thing for a while. He found it somewhat unbelievable.

Master Zhang said, "Your props."

These four simple words confirmed Song Yi's guess. He looked at the butler in silence, sending a questioning signal with his eyes. After all, this waist bag looked more like a second-hand item than the prop called "Vera's Cufflinks" to the naked eye!

This thing turned out to be an expensive custom-made product?

The butler received his question but ignored the request for help. He still smiled, nodded in expectation, and said, "Yes, Master, it's your prop."

For the first time, Song Yi felt that the tone of the butler's calling "Young Master" was surprisingly similar to An Xiaochun's. Both had a flavor of watching the fun, and were completely undisguised.

He sighed, but still took the waist bag and held it in his hand. At the same time, accompanied by the system prompt sound, the introduction of the items unfolded in front of him.

[Song Yi's waist bag: a custom-made product that can store items and has a certain sealing effect. It has a strong smell of the abyss and is made by ■, ■■■...]

Song Yi's expression became even more rigid, and the thought of "help" began to float in his mind... Oh my God! The second-hand cufflinks gave him a bad feeling, so he thought of the seal, and the waist bag looked even worse!