Shhh, listen, there's a sound

"Hey, how many days can I rest?" Youtian raised his head and shouted.

"Five days, You Tian, ​​I will come to you in five days." The gentle voice came as promised.

Five days, it's time to think about how to relax?

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"What! You closed the office? You don't plan to continue to be a detective?" Zhang Jiamin asked in surprise while peeling the spicy crayfish, with a ring of oil stains on his mouth.

"No," Youtian picked up a fried peanut and threw it into his mouth, "It's temporarily closed. I'm not sure how many times I'll experience the game like before. I don't want to catch a mistress because of my husband cheating on my first wife." Entrusting is a waste of energy."

After the last game, Youtian found that there was an extra person in his poor friend list with few social software. After saying hello, he realized that it was Zhang Jiamin. She didn't know why she added Youtian. Two days later, she sent Youtian a message, saying that she had received a letter from the undead again, and asked Youtian if she had received it—of course Youtian was going to enter the game, so the two of them made an appointment to get together, and if they happened to be able to form a group team would be even better.

"That's right. I haven't done anything else these days. I've signed up for a fighting class. It's good to have more chips for survival." Zhang Jia said sensitively, "Are we the chosen ones?" He also sneered, and took a mouthful of the lobster shell loudly.

"Have you ever seen the son of the chosen one get beaten every day by ghosts chasing his ass? By the way, Yang Qing didn't receive the letter?"

"Yang Qing didn't receive the letter. He has been depressed for the past few days. After all, he is the most dependent mother since he was a child. I don't know how to persuade him." It's okay not to mention Yang Qing. The lobster stopped eating, and the corners of his mouth drooped, helpless, "The body was never found, and nothing happened to that apartment. The only change is that it was bought by a company, and it seems to be converted into a hotel."

"By the way, I went back and thought about your 'imagination in a blank background', but I couldn't figure it out. How did you do it? That little clue can't spell out any possessiveness, paranoia, etc., no Is it a super power?" Zhang Jiamin suddenly slapped the table and changed the subject.

"It's not superpowers. It's the 21st century, okay?! Young people, don't be superstitious." You Tian spread his hands, "Since you asked sincerely."

"Then I'll tell you mercifully?" Zhang Jiamin answered with a smile.

"Are you a second child?" Youtian stared, but unfortunately his initial glorious image collapsed in front of Crayfish, and Zhang Jiamin was not afraid of him at all. "Actually, it literally means, assuming that you are all a blank sheet of paper, fill in everything I know, and connect you together according to causal logic-even if those fillings may be incredible, it is true, and not only Relying on those clues, I also observed the language, movements, and eye contact between Tian Yaya, Yang Qing and you. For example, Yang Qing's reaction when he first saw me, you stared at you when you left, from the beginning He didn't say a few words at the end - it all showed his high attachment to you and Tian Yaya, as well as his poor communication skills."

"Hiss—it sounds so difficult." Zhang Jiamin had already drank a bottle of orange juice and commented while wiping the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, Zhang Jiamin's cell phone vibrated, "Crooked—Zhao Wenxuan! Oh, you're already here? See Me? I'm waving, I see you!" Zhang Jiamin waved his hand excitedly, and a young man came from not far away——

The young man is about 1.7 meters five, with a thin and slender figure, wearing a big red windbreaker, which complements his fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and short black hair. He showed a bright smile at them, and he looked very cute. up.

Youtian was inexplicably a little palpitated, this boy is like the sun.

Zhang Jiamin enthusiastically asked Zhao Wenxuan to sit down, "Youtian, this is Zhao Wenxuan, a classmate in my fighting class, and he also received a letter from the undead."

Zhao Wenxuan called out "Brother Tian" obediently and in a soft voice, which made Youtian feel numb.

Youtian pretended to be calm and coughed, "Then we can be together when the time comes, it's better than someone who doesn't know the basics."

Zhao Wenxuan didn't answer, just sat opposite Youtian, looked at him with his chin resting on his cheek, staring at Youtian until his ears were red, but he was nonchalantly talking about fans.

"Did we meet somewhere?" Youtian couldn't help but choked out an old-fashioned pick-up line, although he really thought so.

"I also see your face is kind." Zhao Wenxuan's reaction was beyond Youtian's expectation, and he answered very seriously. "Maybe, we met somewhere before, but you forgot."