There is always a corpse that suits your taste

Give him a gift?

Cheng Yi felt inexplicably, the relationship between the two of them should not be so good, right?According to the prison warden, his time travel was not like some novels, where he put his soul into a body that had just died in this world.Anyone who usurps another person's body, no matter whether that person is alive or dead, is breaking the law. Once discovered by law enforcement officers, they will be sent to the soul court immediately.

Cheng Yi still uses his original body, but when the warden sends him here, he will quietly change his appearance and add a small cover-up to him so that he can complete the task more easily.

Because of this little blindfold, when Huang Mao and the others saw Cheng Yi, they would feel that they knew this person, but they were not very familiar with him.

For this reason, Cheng Yi was very surprised by what Huang Mao said.

Huang Mao worked for a long time before stopping, then stood up and walked in front of Cheng Yi, and stuffed the things in Cheng Yi's arms.

Cheng Yi subconsciously looked at the place where he had squatted before, where the wooden floor had been pried up by the yellow hair.

Looking at the empty-handed Huang Mao again, Cheng Yi was horrified. He touched it just now, and there was no gap at all between each plank. I am afraid that even ants couldn't get in. How did Huang Mao cut it without any tools? Pry up?

Cheng Yi looked at Huang Mao: "You..."

Huang Mao looked at Cheng Yi with a blank expression on his face.

Cheng Yi looked at Huang Mao and frowned.

Huang Mao looked at Cheng Yi with a blank expression on his face.

Cheng Yi looked at Huang Mao, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?" He was sure that this person was definitely not Huang Mao, as he could tell by the lifeless little eyes.I just don't know what his purpose is for dressing up as a yellow hair and sneaking in among them.As for why Cheng Yi dared to expose him, isn't he afraid that he will silence him?

Looking at his immobile expression, you can tell that he is not afraid at all, or in other words, he doesn't care whether he will be seen as a fake yellow hair, and he doesn't even bother to pretend.

Perhaps the purpose has been achieved?Cheng Yi thought.

The fake yellow hair pursed its lips and looked at Cheng Yi without blinking.

Cheng Yi actually saw a little bit of grievance in his eyes, hey, he asked a word and was wronged, but the other party didn't speak, which reminded Cheng Yi of Shi Yanqing from the last world, thinking of his last The moment he rushed over to protect him, Cheng Yi knew who he was. Cheng Yi didn't expect that when he first entered the last world, he encountered Shi Yanqing's soul fragment, and the other party followed him on the train.According to the warden, except for Shi Yan's main soul, the stripped soul fragments have no original memory.

Cheng Yi was a little happy after knowing this, but more bitter.

He used to think that the two of them liked each other.

Later, I realized that the person I like is me, and the person I love is him.

Cheng Yi heard a very common saying, "Two people, the one who loves more often will suffer more hurt and grievances, she will always swallow all the grievances and tears silently, then turn around and continue to show you Brilliant smile", Cheng Yi once sneered at this sentence, and said to Shi Yanqing brazenly, "Who would be so stupid? Continue to love after being hurt, self-torture?"

Sha Que stroked his hair and said with a smile, "There must be."

Alas, idiot...

The more Cheng Yi thinks about it, the more he feels that he is becoming more and more scumbag. If the story of the two of them is written into a novel, it must be a scumbag novel. Negative scum, eh?Why should he be...

"Gift."

Cheng Yi, whose mind ran further and further away and became more and more weird, was pulled out of his own world by the voice of the fake yellow hair.

Cheng Yi curiously looked down at the gift that the fake yellow hair gave him. It was a blue leather book with cute patterns printed on it, and the three words Cheng Xiwen were neatly written in the center of the cover.

Cheng Yi's heart beat a little faster, "Is this a diary?"

The fake yellow hair said: "Mine, here you are."

In vain, Cheng Yi suddenly lost interest, and threw the diary back to the fake yellow hair, "What do I want your diary for? I don't have the hobby of peeping into other people's privacy."

The fake yellow hair looked a little sad, "For you, a gift, many people want it, don't give it to them, don't like them."

At this time, Cheng Yi already had strength in his legs. He felt that he had rested enough, so he stood up and was going to find the diary of the rich businessman's son. If he could find the diary sooner, he could finish the task sooner.

Unexpectedly, this fake yellow-haired man followed him stubbornly, chanting all the time.

"Why, no, mine."

"I want, hold hands, mom will do it, hold me."

Cheng Yi: ...

"ignore me."

"Unhappy, sad."

Cheng Yi was taken aback by the tender voice, where did the child come from?

Looking back subconsciously, Cheng Yi found that the fake yellow hair that had been following him was gone, replaced by a child who looked only six or seven years old, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and cropped pants with Ultraman printed on it, and wearing a Gray leather sandals, white and tender like a doll.

The child tugged at Cheng Yi's school uniform jacket, trying to make him squat down.

Cheng Yi pulled back the corner of his clothes and took a step back. Because he often killed succulents when he was a child, he always wanted to hide as far away as possible from this cute and fragile creature. Did you accidentally kill it?No, the other party is likely to be dead.

Cheng Yi looked at the child's crying expression and was not moved at all. Cheng Yi said, "You are that child? You should know what I'm asking."

The child pouted and lowered his head without speaking.

Cheng Yi looked at the whirlpool above his head, and was not in a hurry to ask.

The child didn't hear Cheng Yi's voice for a long time, so he couldn't help but look up at him quietly, and then saw Cheng Yi looking at himself, "Okay——" He drew his voice, and approached Cheng Yi secretly, and then After being discovered by Cheng Yi, he stepped back a few steps, and he immediately looked aggrieved, "I don't want to say, you didn't, hug me, my mother, hug me, before."

It should be the reason why he doesn't often communicate with people. He always lacks words and words when he speaks.

Hold a ghost child?

Cheng Yi felt that even though he had seen such harsh scenes as Gu Yu, he still couldn't do this kind of thing, Cheng Yi turned around and wanted to leave, "Forget it."

"Gift, yours," the child followed behind him on short legs, holding the diary high in his hand.

Cheng Yi had no choice but to stop and reached for the diary, but the child was holding onto the diary tightly and refused to let go.

Cheng Yi said, "Isn't it for me?"

The child pointed to the middle of the cover of the diary with his short fingers and said, "My name."

Cheng Yi said, "Cheng Xi heard about it, right?"

The child nodded heavily, "Yeah!"

Cheng Yi took the diary and opened the first page casually, thinking a little boringly: I am afraid that a child who is only a few years old may not even know a lot of words. What can be in the diary is probably scribbles.

After turning the first page, Cheng Yi was stunned, and then read it seriously.

: I am writing a diary. The diary was given to me by the aunt of the kindergarten principal (pinyin here). She said that I am very good and praised me. My mother said that today is Sunday and we are going to find my father.

I asked mom and dad why they didn't come to pick me up from the kindergarten, I've never seen him.

My mother is not happy, and I am not happy, because she didn't buy me ice cream (pinyin here).

Dad lives in a very big house, and my mother and I also have a very big room (pinyin here)

I heard my mother and father talking loudly, and they also said my name, so strange, why can't I see people.