The invulnerability of fast wear

The sound of rainwater beating on the glass window.

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The tip of the nose is mixed with the scent of shower gel and thin tobacco.

The fog in his pupils gradually dissipated, and his eyes fell on the shadows inlaid with silver. He saw a man in a black T-shirt lying quietly on his side. The traces of the flames spread from his cheeks to his neck, and then Reaching below the open neckline, the exposed arms were intact, one draped over his stomach and the other resting just...at his waist.

He was also stuck in place with both hands, unable to move.

It's a wonderful feeling.

When I woke up, I found that the person I was thinking of was lying next to me, and I could use my eyes to describe his sleeping peacefully, and I wouldn't get tired of watching him foolishly for ten minutes.

The sky light fell thinly on the black fabric, the man's long and narrow eyes opened a line, and slowly closed again as the streamer flashed, he raised his hand to cover his face, rubbed it twice in a daze, and wanted to turn around and go back to sleep After a while, he realized——the arm was being pulled.

The man half propped up his body and looked at the source of the restriction. The young man silently let go of his hands, and the two men with messy hair fell silent. The scene was awkward for a while.

But soon, the man who was fully awake sat upright on the bed, coughed lowly, and his voice was a little hoarse before washing:

"I'm going to clean up, and you can sleep a little longer."

The young man nodded with a slumped face, and watched the man walk into the living room with his slippers on and wearing loose boxers. The clothes and trousers were all provided by him, which was surprisingly suitable.

Not long after, there was the sound of washing in the bathroom, and Yan Xun listened to it from a distance in the room, inexplicably feeling an unspeakable sense of happiness, he stood up and hugged his pillow and writhed wildly on the bed. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person who shouldn't be here - his twisted waist froze immediately.

"If I wasn't a ghost, I'm afraid I lost you both last night."

Sitting down with the help of the desk, the woman's slender legs crossed, the beautiful peach blossom looked at him, the makeup on her face was exactly the same as before her death, even the clothes were the same style.

"Mensao little policeman, before the administrator comes back." She showed a gentle smile, "How about we negotiate a good deal?"

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Thawing the unfinished frozen meat from last night, Wu Xie had just finished spitting out the foam in his mouth when he heard a reminder from his brain:

"Ding, [Check the blood jade event] progress value +15%, current progress 90%"

Where did Yan Xun get the news from?

The man poked his head out from the kitchen, and found that the door, which was still open before, had been closed at some point. After thinking for a while, he didn't bother.

From the first rise in the value of the blood jade incident, he realized that the progress of this incident does not require him to actively collect it, but to prompt the hero to gradually peel off the truth. The design of the case was so complicated that he almost confessed himself to the scene - but the current situation is not bad.

After hastily washing his face, he took a few more glances at himself in the mirror.

This face is not much different from his original appearance, except for the large area of ​​burns covering almost the entire chest, it is very similar. It looks like a male classmate with a story. He didn't want to stay with Yan Suo for too long last night. , mainly because he was afraid of being questioned. After all, he didn't know the past of the original owner, and he couldn't count on it.

If he wants to stay longer in this world, it is essential to understand the experience of the original owner. After breakfast, he must follow the instructions on the employee file to find the original owner's house as soon as possible... In this world, there is no one who has the key but does not know his own. Where is home is the saddest thing.

Shred carrots, stir-fry chopped green onion and white rice until fragrant. The man stir-fries the color with a little soy sauce, then flips the wok a couple of times. Eyes met, the man greeted him:

"Brother, good morning."

Alright, when I woke up, I also omitted my last name.

Licking off the soy sauce on his index finger, Wu Xie motioned for the other party to quickly take out the fried rice. The dim light came in through the open window, reflecting the man's sparse but long eyelashes, as if the roots were stained with frost and snow on a sunny day, showing There was a bit of unattainable alienation—but soon, this alienation flashed like an illusion in the movement of light and shadow, and the man turned his head, with some doubts in his pure black eyes.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?"

"...No." Some young people who were in a daze quickly realized, "It's just that this seems to be for one person."

"Yes, I'll make something for you to eat." The man put on the snow-white mask again, "I'll go back first."

"...It's still raining outside." The young man carrying the plate failed to hold him back, "Why don't we leave after the rain stops?"

The man's voice was separated from the door, a little far away, not so clear, but his attitude was very firm:

"No, I remembered that there are still clothes confiscated."

"..."

Putting the dinner plate on the table, Yan Xun stopped talking.

He got up and opened the shoe cabinet, squatted down and rummaged in it, and saw the man coming out of the room fully dressed, so he raised his head and handed him a fairly new folding umbrella.

"Here." The young man's expression was light, but there was a faint light in his amber eyes, "Go home and have a good rest, remember to take a hot bath, don't catch a cold."

The man took it, said hello, and put the umbrella under his arm. He lowered his head and kicked the toes of his shoes. After saying goodbye, he hurried downstairs.

After closing the anti-theft door with his front foot, the young man ran to the edge of the balcony and looked straight down.

The umbrella covered with intertwined black grids formed a striking circle. The man didn't raise his head, and left in the direction he came from yesterday with the umbrella in his hand. Yan Qian quietly watched the brand-new umbrella gradually go out of sight.

Standing foolishly in the cold air for a while, the suddenly magnified raindrops fell on his forehead coldly, Yan Lian retracted his neck and let out a "hiss" breath, then turned around to see the woman sitting at the dining table staring at her seriously. With that plate of hot fried rice.

"Hey, little policeman." The woman named Xu Weiya waved to him fearlessly, "Why don't you introduce me to Mr. Administrator—I think it's good to be with him."

"Human beings and ghosts have different paths." The young man's expression was indifferent.

"Although I'm a ghost, I'm rich." Xu Weiya sighed regretfully, "It's a pity for such an excellent person to deal with corpses every day..."

"Ill-gotten gains." The young man took the plate away.

"Hey, are you usually so indifferent to others?" The woman crossed her fingers and propped her chin with a smile, "If I'm still alive, I must take care of him, just burn the skin graft, it's not a big expense, long-term He is handsome and can cook, and seems to be a reliable person, I don't know what it would be like to fall in love with him..."

The young man picked up the fried rice with a spoon and sneered:

"Daydreaming."

Xu Weiya: "..."

This guy is undoubtedly a good guy, she should go play with Mr. Administrator.

The rain curtain woven like a bead curtain finally dispersed. The man shook the water on the folded umbrella at the entrance of the convenience store. After identifying the direction, he opened the umbrella and walked towards a narrow one-way street.

He followed the instructions in the employee file to find the place where the original owner lived, but learned that "Wu Xie" had moved as early as three months ago. He got some advice from the dubious old landlord. He used the navigation to search for a long time. I found out that this so-called move was to move to a more remote place away from Santiao Street. Apart from the cheaper rent, there was no special change.

Now that he has found the address, he is not in such a hurry.

After eating a bowl of noodles in a convenience store, the heavy rain came to an end. When the clerk gave the meatballs, he accidentally splashed the soup on the snow-white mask. He had to buy the last mask in the store... Although There are some flaws in the process, but the overall experience is quite satisfactory and the mood is relatively good.

Until he walked into this silent one-way street.

This is indeed a remote section of the road, different from the bustling scene in the outer street. The shops here have pulled up the anti-theft roller shutters early, and I don't know if the shops are not open or closed.

At the end of the one-way street is a snack shop, the lights have been turned off, and a little girl in a floral dress is standing alone, her horn braids are soaked and drooping on both sides, she is leaning against the rolling gate, obviously sheltering from the rain .

The slightly hard soles showed light silver streaks on the edge of the water, and the drizzle fell on the umbrella surface.

In this slightly long alleyway, the man wearing a mask and the girl who was startled by the footsteps had an ordinary eye contact.

Clouds and rain, people and umbrellas are reflected in the child's clear eyes.

The man holding the umbrella stepped up again.

Walking to a place half a meter away from her, he put the umbrella together, turned around, turned the umbrella handle, which was still warm, towards her, and said in a low voice:

"Go home, don't catch a cold."

Like a frightened rabbit, the girl looked at him tremblingly for a while, then suddenly rushed over and hugged the handle of the umbrella, before she had time to open it, she immediately ran away stepping on the splashing water.

Wu Xie watched her go away, and as expected, a sharp and heavy object was placed on the back of his waist - he silently raised his hands, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of two men in black chasing the girl in the direction from which he left, and said in a deep voice:

"Even the children are not spared?"

"Mr. Wu, don't worry." The metal on the back of the waist pushed forward heavily, most of which are very good at hiding, "Just take back what should be taken, we are in business, we use money to do things, you don't think so So insane."

The man's lowered eyes were full of brilliance, and just as he began to think about the escape route and sort out the escape process step by step, a reminder from the brain suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Find key clues."

The man with his hands raised asked calmly in his mind:

"Who, where?"

"The key clue is not the person." Fennao replied, "The key clue is the event."

event?What event?

Wu Xie was thinking very fast, and the two men in black also came back, one of them was holding a black checkered folding umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was already soaked, and the water was dripping in his hand.

The gunman immediately asked his subordinates to start inspecting the goods. After the two people carefully inspected... or after removing the ordinary umbrella, the other party seemed to finally feel relieved and said kindly:

"Mr. Wu is indeed a kind person. That's it. Our employer hopes to invite you to his place to have a chat...about Miss Xu Weiya."

"Oh." The man's tone was cold, "His way of asking is quite special."

"Hey, I'm afraid of hurting the harmony of both sides." The gunman wore a greasy smile, "In order to ensure that everyone can cooperate happily, I ask Mr. Wu to make up for it."

The muzzle of the gun was still on the back of the waist, and the man in black pulled out his straps to wrap his eyes. Wu Xie subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the "click" of the insurance made him stop in place. Thinking of the reminder of the distraction, he My heart was ruthless, and I didn't struggle any more.

Wealth and life depend on this. Anyway, if Event [-] is not unlocked, even if you fight to the end, you will still have to die.

The world gradually fell into darkness amidst the entangled bandages, and the feeling of restricted eyes reminded him of the bad experience in the first world. After turning around, he heard a sneer unexpectedly:

"This is... Mr. Wu's mask?"

With a shudder in his heart, Wu Xie suddenly remembered that what he was wearing on his face was no longer the honest and simple white mask he used to wear.

"It's very tasteful."

The man who threatened him with a gun gave a perfunctory admiration, which sounded extremely full of irony from the tone of his voice.

Wu Xie finally found out.

Worse than losing your life.

Even before losing your life, you have to be ridiculed by the enemy for a wave of taste.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xu Weiya: I...

Rock Litigation: Different Ways for Humans and Ghosts

Rock Lawsuit: ill-gotten gains

Rock Lawsuit: Daydreaming

Three consecutive lawsuits

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Wu Xie: The convenience store shopping experience is extremely poor, return it!