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Cheng Che shifted his gaze to the left, and naturally reached into the trash can beside him, pulling out a takeaway bag under Topa's increasingly expectant gaze.
When I opened it, I saw steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and tofu pudding, a typical Chinese breakfast.
Cheng Che took out two buns and stuffed the rest into Topa's hand, "Have something delicious."
Topa: ...
She thought she ate well normally, but no one could refuse the food fed by the little crow.
Topa's eyes lit up, and he took the breakfast in his hands, eating it while chatting, "So what are you waiting for here?"
As he asked this, Topa looked around.
There seems to be nothing here?
"Waiting for the store to open." Cheng Che raised his chin and looked forward at the glass house not far away. "I want to buy some flowers."
Hearing this, Topa was startled.
She turned her head silently and looked Cheng Che up and down.
After a while, Topa swallowed a mouthful of soy milk and said hesitantly: "You don't look like someone who likes to grow flowers."
With just a few words, all the flowers and plants turned to cold immediately. It was more poisonous than Jeppard.
"Yeah." Cheng Che responded and sighed softly, "There are more and more little dumplings. It feels a bit out of place to use the puppets in the Black Tower to grow onions, ginger and garlic."
There is a weird doll part placed inside a bunch of small balls, and onions, ginger and garlic are planted inside. It is indeed a bit weird.
What should I do if I scare people to death without turning on the lights at night?
Topa blinked and nodded, "Okay... okay..."
Black Tower...
Is it the black tower she imagined?
After finishing their breakfast while chatting, Cheng Che took out a wet tissue and handed it to Topa. He wiped his hands, stood up, and walked towards the flower shop which had just opened.
Topa hesitated for a moment, then followed with Zhang Zhang in his arms.
"Sunflower."
Cheng Che skillfully took out his phone to pay the bill, and waited for the florist to pack the flowers. Then he turned to look at Topa, "Would you like to buy some flowers and plants?"
Hearing this, Topa shook his head.
She could buy it at the company's employee price, and she didn't have to go all the way to Yalilo No. 6 to buy it and then bring it back.
Cheng Che nodded, took the flowers, turned around and walked out, stopped outside the flower shop and looked at Topa, "What does Miss Topa want to say?"
It is possible to meet by chance, but following you all the way till now...
Topa didn't seem like the type of person who would feel embarrassed to leave with the takeaway and had to stay with him for a while.
The excellent employees in the hands of capitalists have absolutely a great mentality.
Hearing this, Topa was startled, then chuckled.
She held Zhang Zhang in her arms, caressing his head with her palm, and tilted her head slightly to look at Cheng Che, "A few days ago, the company used several banned game accounts as bargaining chips to get back the surveillance video of the vault being robbed from the Star Core Hunter Silver Wolf."
At this point, Topa looked up at Cheng Che, "What do you think about this matter?"
"Oh, I'm not very familiar with Silver Wolf." Cheng Che held the flowers and walked lazily towards the Goethe Hotel, "I'm not familiar with the company either."
The nameless guest Cheng Che was indeed unfamiliar with the Star Core Hunter, and with the Silver Wolf...
The people who were kidnapped were Kafka and Blade, what does it have to do with Silver Wolf?
"Is that so?" Topa hurried after him, a smile in his voice, "But the vault had just been robbed, and you took out a large sum of money to pay off the debt for Yalilo No. 6. It seems a bit of a coincidence..."
"There is coincidence in everything in the world." Cheng Che sighed and turned to look at Topa.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Che looked up at Topa, raised his arms slightly, and said sincerely, "Ms. Topa, don't I look like a rich person?"
Topa: ...
Topa took a step back and looked Cheng Che up and down.
The clothes were worn by a young man, with no logos other than a weird declaration, but they looked comfortable.
He usually does things without considering the consequences, and is a bit picky about food and drink but doesn't mind being trash in the trash can.
Topa thought about it carefully and nodded, "Yes."
"That's it." Cheng Che looked at Topa and said softly, "The galaxy is huge. Even the Interstellar Peace Company can hardly say that it has traveled to every corner of the universe. It may be a bit arbitrary for Ms. Topa to use the word coincidence to convict me."
Hearing this, Topa couldn't help but chuckle.
She shook her head helplessly, but still couldn't help but lower her voice to remind him: "For such a large sum of money, just a coincidence is enough to make the company's people notice you, and besides..."
At this point, Topa frowned, "It seems I have to make a judgment on you as well."
"Miss Toppa, you should be grateful for what you have done for us." Cheng Che was not panicked at all. He glanced at the takeaway bag that Toppa was holding and had not yet finished.
Do you really think he is just bored and picks up trash when he meets an acquaintance on the road...
Topa: ...
Topa was silent for a moment, looking down at the takeaway bag in his hand.
As expected, there is no free meal in the world.
After thinking for a while, Topa couldn't help but sighed, looked at Cheng Che and said with a smile, "You are right, I am just a salesperson, investigating this kind of thing seems to have nothing to do with me."
There is no evidence. Besides, although she is from the company, she...
He is just a worker, a senior worker at best.
"Cheng Che."
A slightly hoarse and steady male voice came from behind. The man's eyes were hidden behind the reflective lenses, and he looked at Cheng Che sinisterly, "Why are you raising your hand?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned around silently, put his slightly raised arms in front of his chest and held the flowers, his face expressionless and his tone calm, "Imitate Mr. Luosha."
Chapter 306 Are you poor?
"What's up with him?"
Sanyueqi quietly pushed open the bedroom door, looked at the person who was writing at the desk, then turned to look at Xing who was also lying outside the door and peeking, "Why do I feel that... Little Crow's back is a little lonely at this moment?"
As soon as I got back to the train, I picked up a bunch of takeout and put them on the table. Then I hid back in my room alone, took out the pen and paper that I was reluctant to touch, and wrote something furtively.
“I don’t know.” Xing shook his head and spoke after thinking carefully, “But Mr. Walter came back with a gloomy face just now, and it seemed a little…”
Xing touched his head and recalled: "It looked like he had just been released from the Prison of Hell..."
"Hmm... maybe they were just talking again." San Yue Qi stood up and quietly closed the door. "Let's go, let's go get some takeout and leave Cheng Che alone!"
Xing turned her head to look at the closed door of the guest room, blinked and followed March 7.
Well, it’s good to have a fellow villager, unlike her, whose head is empty and seems to only remember Kafka’s face.
Xing thought about it, took out his cell phone and left a message for Cheng Che.
[I don't care at all: Cheche, Heita asked you to go to the space station to participate in the simulated universe, saying that he has solved the bug of the white light. Be sure to call me when you are no longer autistic.]
The phone vibrated slightly and the message was replied to very quickly.
【Cheng Che: I know. I’ll go after I finish writing my self-criticism.】
"He..." Xing turned around blankly and looked at the door a few steps away, "Write a self-criticism?"
"Who will write a self-criticism?" San Yueqi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Who dares to ask Cheng Che to write a self-criticism? Aren't you afraid of being cursed?!"
star:……
Xing looked at the pimples that appeared on Sanyueqi's mouth and was speechless. "Didn't our Crow Mouth Victims Association agree to use the little crow to refer to him?"
San Yue Qi sighed heavily, and took out his phone to transfer money to Cheng Che. "From now on, when Little Crow pulls out his receipts, it will be a list of victims."
terrible.
terrible!
"What are you doing here?"
The door of the data room next to it was gently pushed open. The short-haired young man leaned against the door and looked calmly at the two girls who were whispering in the corridor. "The train is now stopped at Luofu. If you have nothing to do, you can get off and take a walk."
Hearing this, March Seven blinked.
She glanced at the room behind her and lowered her voice, "Do you know what Cheng Che is writing?"
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng thought of the text message that Mr. Walter had just sent, and nodded, “I know.”
Why do you have to imitate Rakshasa when there are so many people to imitate?
Were you punished to write a self-criticism?
but……
Dan Heng turned his head to look at the room behind and snorted.
I don’t know if Cheng Che has written too many self-criticisms, but when he heard the word “self-criticism”, his expressionless face instantly became gloomy, more dangerous than when he went out to rob people in the shell of a Star Core Hunter.
"Oh, then I won't ask. It's good that someone knows." San Yueqi muttered, then turned to look at Dan Heng with a puzzled look, "You were autistic for such a short time this time. I thought you were going to stay in the room for a long time."
Dan Heng:......
He wanted to shut himself off, but before he could do so he was interrupted by the dragon's horns and tail.
Dan Heng sighed softly, turned and walked towards the observation car.
After my autism is over, I can go to Luofu to have a look. As for the dangers hidden in the dark in Luofu...
It doesn't matter, you have to get stuck in the crotch.
……
Black Tower Space Station.
The girl doll wearing a black hat lowered her eyes and looked at the two people who were sitting cross-legged on the floor without any hesitation. After thinking for a long time, she stretched out her hand and pointed at the entrance to the simulated universe next to her. "Are you going to come together, or one by one?"