Help, I've become a paper man

There was a brief silence between the two.

Song Yi said, "Hello, Master Zhang, Jasmine introduced me here. Can I order props here?"

He was the first to speak, not because he was very enthusiastic, but mainly because the man in front of him seemed to wither in silence, clearly showing his social phobia. It was obviously impossible to expect anything from him.

As expected, after Song Yi finished speaking, the man was obviously relieved. After nodding, he took the lead and walked past Song Yi without saying any polite words. He went straight to Room 404, obviously wanting to make a quick decision. This pragmatic approach made Song Yi particularly happy. He stuffed the cards into his pocket and separated the cards on the other side from Yan Changyue's card along with his cuffs. At the same time, he raised his legs and followed the man's pace.

The two of them quickly reached their destination. The man stopped and glanced at Song Yi without saying anything. As someone who had something to ask for, he asked politely, "Master Zhang, what's wrong?"

The man shook his head and said, "Wait a moment."

In Song Yi's confused eyes, the man raised his right hand, knocked on the door lightly, and said, "Sorry, I'm back late."

This sentence is not addressed to Song Yi, but to the existence inside.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the voice from the other side of the door rang again. It was a soft female voice, asking, "Did you bring me a gift?"

There was a hint of coquettishness in her words, like a girl acting coquettishly with her lover. It was different from the gloomy atmosphere just now. If you must say it, it made her sound more lifelike.

But only Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The man seemed even more nervous, with his hands pressed on the door. He was not touched by the "gentleness" of the woman's voice. Instead, his voice was lowered a few notches, and he could even be considered cautious when speaking: "The work is over, I rushed back as soon as possible, but I haven't... so I didn't have time to prepare a gift."

A "hmm" came from inside the door, with a long tail tone. It didn't sound like an expression of approval, but rather had the opposite meaning. The man didn't need to reply, and the female voice sounded again, sounding a little more mature than before.

She said, "Of course you have time, guy over there, isn't this a gift you brought me?"

This sentence made both of them silent. The man turned around suddenly, and his expression was a little dull when he looked at Song Yi, as if he had not digested the woman's words. Song Yi was no longer in the mood to watch the show, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face when he looked at the man.

Some past events came to his mind, such as when he was in college, he went to his roommate's house to play, but he didn't expect that his roommate lived with his girlfriend. He was just borrowing books, but he had to share the anger. It's not the girl's fault, it's his roommate who is not a human being and has an affair outside... and so on.

Thinking of this, Song Yi looked at the man with a subtle expression. No matter what, it was difficult for him to put the face of the straight science and engineering man together with the playboy in his memory. When he tried to recall it carefully, he could not remember more, so he had to give up. After all, no matter what, whether it was his former roommate or his current trading partner, his private life was not something he should be curious about or interfere with.

The man didn't know what he was thinking. He turned around again and whispered to the creature inside the door, describing in detail how the two met, what conversation took place, and the current situation. His words were full of seriousness.

But it obviously failed to calm the other party's emotions.

The man was still explaining, but Song Yi already felt that there was no hope. He watched the scene change. The light around him began to dim, and spots and cracks appeared on the walls. Time seemed to be sped up twice as fast as he could see. The originally clean and tidy building quickly took on a desolate feel.

The coolness reappeared, followed by a tiny sound. The voice that came from the room just now was still that of the royal sister, but now it was slowly aging. The hoarse voice slowly said "You lied to me", and the tail tone and the friction sound combined made people's ears numb.

Song Yi took a deep breath and stood aside quietly. It was not that he did not want to help, but it was mainly a matter between the "young couple". If he spoke rashly, things would easily get worse. Besides, men were not without solutions.

You can also just give up.

Under Song Yi's surprised eyes, the man turned around and walked towards the opposite wall. That side also seemed to be a dangerous building, only slightly better than the one under their feet, but not much.

The man walked away and said, "She's unhappy, let's talk here."

Song Yi hummed, and even though he complained in his heart, "Brother, she doesn't look unhappy, she looks like she wants us to die," he still cooperated with the man in his actions, decisively following the man's pace and taking two steps forward.

After the two of them stood still, the man looked at Song Yi and asked, "What is it?"

It seems a bit sudden.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then caught what he wanted to say. He took out the cufflinks from his pocket, handed them to the man, and showed him the item introduction. He said, "I want a piece of equipment that can isolate me from it. It's better to be smaller, as long as it can fit."

The man's eyes swept across the cufflinks, then returned to Song Yi and asked, "Anything else?"

Song Yi said: "No other requests."

The man shook his head and added, "You have something else."

Song Yi then realized that the man was not asking for a request, but was talking about something else, but... He paused, and his hand moved down again, this time holding the card, and took it out together. When he handed it to the man, Song Yi first glanced at the introduction of the item and did not unfold it in front of the man.

"■■'s Gift":

He is the luckiest contestant and the unluckiest child. His life is full of uncertainties, but he is always ahead of others. I hope you can use His blessings properly.

With each chime, you draw a random card and receive a blessing from it until the next chime."

The first time Song Yi read the card introduction, it was still the Riddler’s narration, but his intuition told him, “Don’t reveal it easily.” Even though he was not sure why, he did not open the item introduction.

The man lowered his head and looked at his hands. It was unclear whether he was observing the cufflinks or the cards. Half a minute passed before the man stretched out his hand and touched the card surface with his fingertips. At the same time, a sharp cry rang out, a biting chill came over him, the building began to shake, and the darkness just now was swept away, as if the building had collapsed and was rebuilt, or as if they were pulled into another world. The two of them trembled together, and the man's fingers cut open from above, and the surroundings gradually began to recover.

The two of them were left staring at each other. As they stared at each other, the man grabbed his wrist, suppressed the trembling of his fingers, and asked:

"Why do you want to seal the cufflinks?"

Song Yi sighed and said, "I don't want to have any contact with it."

Even if Yan Changyue didn't mention it, he could feel that because of the existence of the cuffs, the mental power Yan Changyue left for him was disturbed. In the last copy, he heard a strange laugh. No matter who the person named Vera was, he gave him a bad feeling.

As a tool, this thing shouldn't interfere too much. It only needs to be taken out and used when he needs it.

The man shook his head, as if he was about to speak, and Song Yi spoke again: "Why don't you coax her first?"

Just by touching the props, the other party showed anger first. It was obvious that she needed more comfort. If she continued to drag her boyfriend, it would be too tactless.

The man shook his head again and said, "No, you leave now, and come to me to get the props after Purgatory is closed."