System sister!Ask for shelter!

It's been a while since Miss Tong left after the last farewell, in order to concentrate on planning her wedding.

No matter how reluctant he is in his behavior, turning his back and sulking like a child, in fact, Box has always been blessed in his heart.After all, compared to herself who can only live in a cage, she is a more intelligent and free human being.There's no reason why she should be in the company of an animal that can't even communicate with words forever?From beginning to end, the box thought so.

Just as it is blessing, but also waiting.I pray that Miss Tong can be happy, and I also selfishly hope that she will give up everything and return to me.True, it's contradictory, but it doesn't matter now.

The box thought that this kind of gnawing in the throat would last longer, until the facts were revealed before it, and it began to laugh at how ridiculous its expectations were.

On that day, a new administrator came to him. From now on, he will be a staff member of the crocodile hall to replace Miss Tong who will never come back again.

The newcomer is a very arrogant guy, and like other administrators, he has concerns about the five-meter-long box, and will not open the railing to get close to it except for regular cleaning.But this newcomer always spends a lot of time wandering around the box, because he likes to bring his date to visit his workplace in his spare time, so that he can use the box, a dangerous cold-blooded animal, to set off his personality. 'Manliness'.

Of course, Box didn't show the slightest bit of patience to get along with this annoying guy.Every time it sees him and his date approaching the crocodile garden, it will turn around and go elsewhere without looking back. No matter what name the other party uses repeatedly, it will only leave a back view.Obviously, this situation made the new caretaker very embarrassed. He could only continue to reason that the crocodile needs sufficient rest during the day, and then wandered around with a female companion to chat, looking for opportunities to invite him to spend the night at his home.

In order to increase the success rate of dating, the new administrator is always talking about some mysterious topics, sometimes it is an insight into astronomy, sometimes it is a prediction of the future of the world economy.He seems to like to use heavy data to show how knowledgeable he is.But from the box's point of view, he memorized these from different magazines, and abruptly pieced together a mess of words to speak out. The topic of the bull's head and the horse's mouth was extremely embarrassing.Box even wondered if most of the women who were willing to listen to his nonsense were below average in intelligence?

While it was speculating secretly, it suddenly heard the woman who was chatting with the administrator sitting on the grass not far away ask:

"Since you said that you just came here, where did the administrator before you go? Could it be that he was eaten by this crocodile, and that's why you got this job?" After finishing speaking, he exaggerated Smiling, he drew the shape of the crocodile's mouth with his hands.

When the box, which was basking in the sun by the pool and showing off its long tail, heard this topic, it immediately revived.It slowly moved a few times, and its body, which had remained stiff for too long, turned slightly so that its sight could catch a glimpse of the two people who were talking far away from the iron fence.

"Well, that was a frightening accident." The administrator shrugged. "It's just that I'm not here, and I've let you down." He smiled, and took the opportunity to grab his female companion's shoulders and pull her into his arms.go on:

"Actually, I don't know much about the last person. I only know that she is Chinese and her surname is Tong. Everyone calls her Miss Tong. I heard that she died in an accident a few days ago. I saw Haiyang just now. The administrators in those areas of the museum were talking about it, saying that she took a long vacation not long ago and was planning to get married, but the so-called fiancé who got together because of love did not exist at all, and the other party's true face was actually just a vicious serial murderer matter."

"Really?" The female companion's expression was a little nervous, she turned her head to look back and forth, as if to confirm whether there was a serial murderer sitting beside her.The administrator comforted her with a funny face, and said softly that as long as he was here, he would not let anyone hurt her, and then the female companion snuggled up with him again, and chatted about other topics.

In the same situation, the two people who sparked the topic had already started exchanging love words, and after listening to the box of these contents, it seemed that their spirits had fallen into a blank.What it has been looking forward to these days is by no means such bad news.

The person who made Miss Tong smile happily, the so-called person who could entrust her to her for life, was not a kind and interesting guy. He didn't even have a normal name to the outside world, and could only be seen by the media. Call it a 'scary serial killer'.Perhaps he is indeed very clever, but he is also extremely hateful.

Forged documents, disguised faces, and wrote a false life that he had "experienced" so that he could quickly travel to and from various countries and cities. While avoiding the pursuit of the police, he also quietly chose the next victim. His schedule is always crowded. .From the inner point of view, Ms. Tong is like an inexperienced child. She is gentle and humble in dealing with others. She always trusts others without reservation. Only for this reason, it is not for nothing that she can become a member of the Hunter's Notebook. Reasonable.

In nature, death is undoubtedly the most common occurrence of the box.As such a cold-blooded meat eater living in the food chain pyramid of the weak and the strong, it responds indifferently to the loss of life, and it can even be said that it doesn't care at all.Three species are going extinct every hour, and such data can't shake the thinking of the box. The thinking ability of cold-blooded animals can be said to be extraordinary, but this time, it can't turn a blind eye like usual.

Anger, despair.

At this moment, Box felt as if he had become a real human being.It has higher emotions than its own needs.Maybe it didn't even think about it, the body that almost lived out of the natural environment after birth, can still find such a powerful force in an instant.It rushed towards the direction of the new administrator, slammed into the iron railing as if desperately, and swept it with its powerful tail time and time again, knocking the steel and iron bars as thick as fingers into pieces. It was twisted and twisted, and it was about to collapse from it.

The sudden change frightened the new administrator and his female companion to scream and run away.The box seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and continued the same self-abuse behavior, hitting his head and bleeding, a large pool of blood gradually gushed out from under the hard and abrupt skin, and even the usual cunning eyeballs were stained by this stain , no longer emit any light.

"You know what? I didn't have time to say goodbye to you."

The black towel fell down, blocking the box's view.The staff in the garden gathered and threw black towels over its eyes to cover its original sight and calm it down so that it could be hugged to a flatter place for emergency treatment.

The swamp crocodile was originally an endangered alien species, and a careless move could lead to wound infection, aggravating Box's current injury.And its body, which is more than five meters long, made the medical staff even more frightened.After confirming that the box had calmed down a bit, they carefully and quickly injected the sedative, and were always ready to escape, lest they provoke this moody cold-blooded animal and become a victim under its tail.But the strange thing is that, compared to the desperate fuss just now, the box is still motionless now, allowing several staff members to lift itself aside.The quietness was a little too much, even the medical staff were surprised that the sedative would not take effect so quickly.

"I haven't thanked you for what you have done to me and the gift you have given me."

Crocodiles don't shed tears.The box clearly understood that the tears that rolled out of the corners of the eyes when eating on weekdays were just secretions that helped lubricate the eyes.In the past, the box was puzzled, it didn't know whether it could feel sadness as a crocodile, but now it found the answer to this question that had troubled it for a long time, that's for sure.Now, it couldn't restrain the pain in its heart. Miss Tong's departure brought a huge blow, as if it had taken its body away alive.It felt that its whole body was in excruciating pain, and it was eager to find an outlet to vent.

"By the way, I don't even know your name."

Just like those alienated strangers, calling her, 'Miss Tong'.

She once said that for anyone, a name is a very important mark.It represents the expectations of your family, the friendship between friends, and the traces of your life in this world.

The parting on that day was indeed disappointing, but it was not an excuse to escape.Hezi didn't even finish listening to Miss Tong's words, so he sneaked into the pond in a fit of emotion. Miss Tong stood outside the railing for a long time, but finally didn't go in, disturbing this crocodile who had been together for a long time like a close friend.She hadn't imagined any cruel parting, it was just because the wedding planned to leave for a while, and when everything settled down, she would come back, and by then, this quarrelsome child would act as if nothing had happened , rushing towards me happily, right?

"Box, I'll be back soon, at that time, we have to reconcile, okay?"

Miss Tong, that's what she said, but she never came back.She didn't keep her promise.

Box slowly closed its eyes.

You should have enjoyed all the beauty in this world, but God just left a bunch of withered yellow roses in front of your grave.

"Farewell, my love."