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As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Che's eyelids jumped suddenly, and the long needle in his hand pierced straight into his fingertip, and in the blink of an eye a drop of bright red blood appeared.
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, biting his finger, turning the chair, and staring at Walter.
"Which planet is Earth? I don't seem to see it in the train's stop list..." March Seven came back to his senses from his post-meal nap, raised his head blankly, and looked at Walter, "Uncle Yang, why do you know the name of Cheng Che's hometown?"
Walter pushed his glasses and looked at Cheng Che, but he was answering March 7's question, "Maybe our hometown is the same."
The takeaway in the trash can looks a bit familiar.
Moreover, Cheng Che did give him a sense of familiarity, not like the familiarity of a fellow villager, but a kind of unfamiliar fellow villager, as if they came from the same hometown, but in fact there was still an unspeakable barrier.
Cheng Che thought about it and began to recall some of the jokes he had heard before.
After thinking for a long time, Cheng Che hesitated and said, "Mr. Walter, have you ever heard of the word collapse?"
There weren't many Mi games that used the Earth as the background, but unfortunately, he had never played any of them.
Walter’s eyelids twitched slightly, and he leaned forward, “I’ve heard of it, it’s very familiar.”
It couldn’t be more cooked.
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, "That's not surprising, but we are not really from the same hometown. At most, our hometowns are a little similar."
Hearing this, Walter’s eyes flashed with interest.
He glanced at Sanyueqi who was still dozing off, then stood up and sat on the chair next to Cheng Che, asking in a low voice, "What is your hometown like? Collapse... in your hometown..."
"No." Cheng Che bit his finger and poked the fur ball with a needle in one hand. "I have heard of this word only because there are too many otakus around me."
Walter's eyelids twitched, trying to think about the meaning of Cheng Che's words.
"The collapse of my hometown is a setting in the game." Cheng Che recalled, pointed at his surroundings, and finally pointed at himself, "In my understanding, I came from reality to virtuality."
“I see…” Walter fell into deep thought, trying to convince himself with his past experience as an original artist.
After a while, Walter's eyelids jumped and he uttered two words, "Travel through time?"
Cheng Che: ...
Is it true that no one cares about the broken dimensional wall?
So once again, I ask myself, why not play Honkai Impact 3rd, why not play Railway? !
"You can't say that." Cheng Che looked up at Walter, his eyes serious and earnest, "If you say that, the people who repair the dimensional wall will be busier than the city builders."
Walter: ...
Walter nodded, sat next to Cheng Che and watched Cheng Che poking the felt silently.
One needle hole after another, it looks messy, but it is evenly distributed throughout the ball of hair.
Cheng Che paused, turned his head and glanced at Walter, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"Any questions?" Walter skillfully took Cheng Che's thermos and poured himself a cup of health tea, and asked in a deep voice.
Cheng Che glanced at the small trash can with decorations on it on the table, then turned to look at Walter, "I suddenly want to poke a dumpling named Walter Yang."
Walter: ...
Walter looked at the bulging bags full of hair beside the table, stood up without saying a word, and went back to the table.
This topic cannot be mixed up.
You will lose your hair.
He is old now, and calling him uncle seems too young. With the hair loss...
Cheng Che’s gaze followed Walter’s figure, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
A true collector of illustrated books will never miss any of his collections.
Walter's presence is not high at ordinary times, but just by looking at his calm appearance, you can tell that this person is not simple...
You can’t win by playing with your brain, let’s play with force…
He doesn't want to die for the time being.
Cheng Che sighed softly, and just as he was about to turn around and continue poking Dan Heng's little felt, he was suddenly startled.
The pink-haired girl, who seemed drowsy due to eating too much, opened her eyes, looked around blankly, and met Cheng Che's gaze for no reason.
San Yueqi blinked blankly, and after a while he finally remembered the words he had just heard in a daze.
March Seven turned his head and blinked at Walter with a pair of powder-blue eyes, “Uncle Yang, I want Uncle Yang’s little dumpling too!”
Walter: ...
"As far as I know, there is one in your room." Walter glanced at March 7 and pushed his glasses.
Do you want little dumplings?
This is to continue to torture his head that has been destroyed by various knives!
"Can you fulfill March Seven's small wish?" March Seven tilted his head and looked at Walter expectantly.
She quietly pointed to the side and said, "Wouldn't it be nice to fulfill the little crow's little wish? This is killing two birds with one stone!"
Walter looked at March 7 in silence, choking with emotion.
He really didn't want to fulfill this wish of killing two birds with one stone.
Amid San Yueqi's coquettish and pleading, Cheng Che poked the last strand of hair on the little ball's head, and then stuffed it into a small trash can that was gray and black with green accessories.
Cheng Che looked at the March 7th trash can and the Danheng trash can on the table, leaned back in his chair and began to think.
Does Pam shed?
When can I touch Walter and Ji Zi’s heads?
Do you want to go to the lower area and pat Xing on the head?
"Go to bed early."
Finally, Walter couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked out the door, and whispered like a parent, "March should also go to bed early, don't you have to help at the museum tomorrow?"
"Okay." Sanyueqi nodded, and stood up with drooping shoulders. "It seems that Cheng Che's wish to collect the little dumplings is very difficult."
As he said this, Sanyueqi turned around and glanced at the man sitting at the desk.
The little dumpling in the trash can wants such precious material as hair. It seems that Cheng Che...
The journey of collecting is long...
Sanyue waved at Cheng Che, then walked out the door with her hands behind her back, "Go to bed early, you haven't slept for more than 30 hours."
Two days and one night, that is indeed more than thirty hours.
You got it right!
Sanyueqi took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xing to ask about the trip to rummage through the trash cans, then staggered back to his room.
Cheng Che unscrewed the medicine on the table and took two sleeping pills, then went to wash up and prepare for bed.
After staying up for so long, I will definitely get a good night's sleep.
Chapter 130 I wish you a good sleep tonight.
Cheng Che sat cross-legged in the darkness, the irritation in his eyes obvious.
You shouldn't think about having a good sleep before going to bed. Look, your inner thoughts have become bad luck.
Cheng Che turned his head to look at the familiar darkness around him, then closed his eyes in annoyance.
Who is making trouble in my dream?
"You seem tired?"
A voice sounded in the darkness, and the white mask was pushed in front of Cheng Che again, "Promise me and you can go back to sleep."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked around, put his hands on his chin and closed his eyes.
It doesn't matter where you sleep. In your current state, you are at most a spiritual soul or a conscious body. You can still sleep. It's all the same.
"..."
The inexplicable voice was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but push the mask forward again, "Wouldn't it be nice to become my envoy?"
Cheng Che opened his eyes and looked at the mask in front of him, "I have a lot of dirty words and questions in my heart right now, but I hold them back."
sound:……
"You said."
After a long time, the voice appeared again, as if expecting Cheng Che to bring him some happiness.
Hearing this, Cheng Che sighed softly and spoke with half-closed eyes, "First, we've met twice, have you introduced yourself?"
sound:……
No, does He need to introduce Himself?
Who doesn’t know the number one fun god in the universe?
"Second, you sent me the mask without even telling me that it was your turn to use it. I thought you wanted me to be your tool for fun..." Cheng Che muttered, tilted his head slightly and yawned, "Third, next time you come to me, can you please not choose a time like this when I've been up all night..."
In the darkness, the snow-white mask suddenly jumped forward, "So you agree?"
Cheng Che took a look at the white mask and reflexively wanted to take out a marker to draw something on it.
But alas, this is not reality.
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Che closed his eyes and said, "Kick me. I'm too sleepy to make a decision."
Quiet.
It was as quiet as death.
After a while, the unknown hidden in the darkness finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Cheng Che.
What a bad luck.
The order is inappropriate!
What do you want to do? !