[Hunter] Which is the best dead house technology

Mi Chi can't remember how he left the building.He didn't remember whether he was stopped by gangsters when he went out, and he didn't remember what he said.When the optic nerve was connected to the brain again, all he could see was the silent street and the starry sky that was forced low and dim by the buildings on both sides.

He wasn't really that sad.

I just thought about my previous life a little bit.Maybe it's the so-called time travel, or maybe it's a dream, but he has both the memory of being a joker before he was three years old, and he also has a clear memory after he was three years old.On the contrary, the 19 years of being Gu Yun have become more and more blurred—however, no matter whether it is lingering or not, some things are still within reach.

Temperature, grief, helplessness, indifference, and inevitable death.

He couldn't let go of Gu Yun, because that in itself was part of the current "meaning".

He was walking on the street where the gunpowder smoke had not yet cleared, it was already midnight.The speed at which the gangs clear the battlefield is not very convenient. Perhaps most gangs are immersed in the enthusiasm and honor of the auction;Bodies were merely dragged away, with blood still lingering on the steps; exploding cars were merely extinguished, and the wreckage still smelled of burnt gasoline.

It was his grandma who raised Gu Yun through his truly ignorant childhood.Grandma believed in Buddhism, and when she left, she died without a problem.When Mi Ji rummaged through the memories that belonged to Gu Yun, he still remembered that she had always been in good health. When Gu Yunwo was reading picture books at home, grandma was sitting outside in the sun basking in the sun and holding the soles of her shoes. It was still summer, and she had already started making cotton shoes Now, she only made one shoe, so she walked over tremblingly, and suddenly murmured to the young Gu Yun: "I'm going on a long journey. Little girl, you Be obedient."

She couldn't wake up the next morning.Gu Yun vaguely remembered that her grandma at this time was not yet 80 years old.

What really caught Gu Yun off guard was the death of his parents.It came suddenly, like a nightmare, and a story told indiscriminately.

He has deep fear and anxiety about leaving such things.Although Mi Ji has long been used to plundering due to his work over the years, this is the first time he has been robbed.

Xia Ke pulled him back into this fear and helplessness.

He wasn't very sad.Just empty.Half of his body was missing, and he could walk unsteadily, but part of him was empty.

It's like when I was sick after the age of three and had a high fever, my whole body was like duckweed in the river and sea, a wire hanging in the sky.

A phone call brought Miji back to the mundane world.The ringtone of the mobile phone was exceptionally clear on the empty street.Mi Ji was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the lit screen, it was Qi Ya.

[Hello, funny? ]

The younger brother's voice made Mi Ji's whole body a little warmer.Mi Ji controlled his own voice, making it sound as normal as possible: "What's wrong?"

[Just a phone call to make sure you're alive.You're not stupid enough to go out at this time, are you?I'll be back with Xiaojie in a while.I'm so hungry, I want pizza and cake——]

Mi Ji paused, trying to move the dull pain and soreness from the missing part out of his senses.He tried his best to focus all his attention on Qi Ya, "Well, okay. Which store is it?"

[No, are you really going to buy it?It's early morning now, shouldn't it be a normal question for you to ask why I am so hungry!Besides, no matter which store is closed, right? ]

"The cake shop should still have leftovers that haven't been disposed of. Although the cakes that have been stored for a long time will not taste good. The locked shop door can't stop me. It's not bad to be a little thief?"

[…Are you sure you won’t have diarrhea if you eat that kind of thing? ]

"Okay, I'll go then. Come back early."

[—Hey, are you understanding what I'm saying?Ridiculous? ]

Mi Ji hung up the phone.He took a deep breath, spread his palms with one hand and clenched his fists at each other, making the signature action of his elder brother when he came to a conclusion. "Okay, then the next goal is to invade the cake shop! The plan will definitely not be a bad review. In order to reflect the high IQ of the protagonist, even the small case of invading the cake shop must be done coolly. Get an S-level evaluation. It is necessary to go it alone, you don't need teammates at all—"

You don't need teammates at all.

On the deserted street, the jokes who were whispering while walking stopped for a while.He stopped for a moment, then started to run quickly.

The task was successfully completed.Mi Ji carried a few bags of leftover bread left in the cake shop that had not been processed, and by the way, ordered a few pieces of cold, hard pizza from the pizza shop next door.On the way back to the hotel, his mind was filled with nonsense as much as possible, similar to whether or not to get a microwave oven when everything is cold, the taste will definitely be terrible, and the bread and cakes that have not been processed when the store is closed may also expire Well, looking at it this way, it is more reliable for him to borrow the oven of the cake shop and the kitchen of the pizza shop to make a homemade one; he has no experience but has the Internet, and as long as he has the Internet, he can do anything, even dark dishes are definitely unpalatable Where to go; it is more reliable to cook dumplings and glutinous rice balls, but has Qi Ya ever eaten dumplings or glutinous rice balls?Ah, by the way, when did he eat it himself? It's been a long time since he almost forgot what those things tasted like.

And so on, complicated and trivial, meaningless content that flashes past in my mind, one by one, like a completely missing barrage that completely covers the content about "death" on the main screen.

The street was so dark that the road could not be seen all the way, and the street lights seemed to have been blown up in unison.He walked into the door of the hotel carrying a large bag of food whose expiration date was unknown, and his head chattering loudly.The hall was also in darkness, Mi Ji frowned, calmly continued to read the ghost stories in his mind, and walked towards the red glowing number at the elevator with a blank expression.

There were no lights in the corridors either.Probably because during the period when Mi Ji went out, the battle destroyed the power facilities—then how does the elevator work? Did it really crash into a ghost story? When he clicked on the door, the door opened in response.

The curtains in the room were drawn open, and a hazy night light penetrated the floor-to-ceiling bed.

Faintly, a figure stood at the window.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the figure turned his head.

Mi Ji slammed the door with his backhand, subconsciously took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.

Blonde hair, baby face, hideous grin blocking eyes.

Knight.

Mi Ji calmly lowered the light of the phone, watching the knight in the faint light and took away his hand.Squinting his brows and eyes blurred—but surprisingly clear, he grinned at Miji.

The crazy barrage in my mind paused for a moment, and the next second, it scattered like shattered glass.Like scattered light spots, they were defeated and scattered in an instant.

Mi Ji sniffled his nose, and the wings of his nose felt inexplicably sore.

Sure enough, I encountered a ghost.he thinks.

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"...So, it's feigned death, feigned death. To get rid of the idiots of the gangster." The knight tentatively stretched out his hand towards Mi Ji's wrist, and Mi Ji quickly avoided it.The knight's hand froze in the air, and he retracted it in frustration.

Miji: "...I'm the idiot."

Knight: "Impossible! I've never seen such a witty person like you!"

Even in anxiety, the knight's expression looked extremely flat under the weak light.Mi Ji tilted his head, he really felt like an idiot.It's like someone made a bad joke that wasn't funny at all, and stabbed him hard with a knife, which hurt so badly, but the knife was still fake.

The sky is getting brighter little by little.Starting from the far east, the faint light of egg white color fills the entire sky bit by bit.

The light in the room gradually increased.After all, it wasn't pitch black like swallowing jujubes - Mi Ji was actually quite fortunate, no matter what the reason was, there was no electricity in the rooms, halls and corridors, which was considered a good thing.Mi Chi is not really facial paralyzed, although he usually has a sparse expression, but at this time, he is not sure whether he can control his facial nerves.

I don't know what expression he will have. In short, fortunately, the room has been so dark that only the outline can be roughly discerned.

But now the light is invading little by little.Mi Ji tilted his face slightly and glanced at the knight. There was no blood on the hem of his clothes, and he looked really intact; the fluctuation of his mental ability didn't look like a puppet made or disguised.This is a bit of fun that made Miji dazzled at the beginning—even if he came back to himself and felt like an idiot, and he was angry for no reason because of his secret shame, but I have to say, it is true Seeing this scene of the knight really made him feel great.

Mi Ji let go of his heart and let out a breath.

The knight's baby face was very close to him: "Aren't you angry?" He leaned over with a playful smile, pressed Miji's knee, and put his face very close, "It's my fault that I didn't think of you in time. Lah. Be happy now that I'm not dead."

Mi Ji: "Well, I'm very happy. The gangsters will definitely dissect your fake corpses after they get them. Maybe there will be videos on the Internet to make an example of others. I definitely want to watch it."

Knight: "... Hey, I'm right in front of you, what fake are you looking at?"

Mi Ji: "Well, it means that I can really dissect you with my own hands?"

Even though that's what he said - the knight quietly let out a sigh of relief.By the way, there are some surprises, he is completely familiar with the funny character; even if the boy said such words with a cold face, he still smiled and posted: "You are so angry-does it mean that you Was it so sad before?"

Mi Ji was silent.

The knight frowned and smiled brightly: "...This is the only thing I can be happy about these days. Don't worry, I can't die."

Mi Ji knew it was a lie the moment the knight uttered it.

"You're getting revenge," he said with certainty. "It's not just the gangsters. You're not guaranteed to win."

"Yes. There is no such thing as victory anymore." The knight hesitated for a while, then told Mi Ji, "I have already lost a companion."

"... beat the enemy?"

"Haha, it doesn't have much to do with beating up the enemy." As soon as the knight let go, he rested on Miji's lap in an extremely relaxed manner.He looked up at Mi Chi, from the folds between the buttons of the shirt, and the open neckline at the collarbone, to the white and slender neck, to the delicate jaw.He squinted his eyes and stretched out his five fingers to cover his eyes; as if he was blocking some too bright light.

"The guys were drinking, and I ran out to find you after I was given two gulps. The matter is not over yet, and I am waiting for the commander's order. That reply——I want to hear your answer."

Mi Ji's body froze suddenly.

Of course the knight noticed it.He straightened up slowly, reaching out and rubbing Mi Chi into his arms.He said in a muffled voice, "Okay, it's fine if you don't want to answer. I'm leaving too."

"...I can help you if I can."

"Haha, we can still settle this matter. I'm leaving."

Mi Ji watched him for a moment, and at the moment the knight left from the window, he struggled to make a sound.

"——I'll wait for your return."

The guy landed steadily on the street, and I don't know if he heard it.Standing on the lower side of the building, a vague smiling face appeared from a distance.