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Behind the two of them, Walter was holding his cane with a calm expression, looking at the long-haired man sitting opposite him with a gloomy look.
After a moment of silence, Walter finally spoke and asked Luosha in a deep voice: "Mr. Luosha, do you really want to be my listener?"
OK!
Having a guide is not enough, now we need a listener?
What Cheng Che said was indeed right, anyone with this face was not a good person!
Fork out!
Divided into pieces by five horses!
"It is Luosha's honor to have a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Walter." The man with long golden hair smiled slightly, his movements were elegant and gentle, and he didn't seem unhappy at all. "And... I deeply sympathize with Mr. Walter's experience. Although I didn't do those things, we are really similar. I also want to untie your knot and become friends with you."
Walter: ...
Walter took a deep look at Luosha, and tightened his grip on the cane, "Is that so..."
"Of course." Luosha nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the familiar carriage, "I will be leaving Luofu soon, and before I leave, I hope to make more friends."
Walter’s eyes deepened, and he looked at Luosha without saying a word.
In the silence, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground was heard.
The woman in the white dress had her long hair loose and a gentle smile on her face.
Walter took a deep breath, suppressed his murderous intent, and looked up at Ji Zi, his tone still calm, "Ji Zi, I wonder if you have time to make two cups of coffee for me and Mr. Luosha. I want to have a good chat with Mr. Luosha."
Ji Zi met Walter's gaze, glanced at Luosha and nodded slightly, "Okay."
She reached out her hand to smooth the hair around her ears, and walked towards the coffee machine. When she passed by the two people who were facing the wall and thinking about their mistakes, she asked softly, "How about you? Do you need a cup of coffee to wake you up?"
Two pairs of eyes raised at the same time, and then shook their heads together, "No, no."
"Okay then." Ji Zi smiled gently and turned to leave. "It seems that there are only two tasters of the newly purchased coffee beans today."
Watching the woman's back as she left, Cheng Che retracted his gaze and continued to look at the scribbles on the white paper in front of him. After a moment of silence, he picked up the pen and began to scribble, copying down all the self-criticisms he had written in the past ten years.
The tip of the pen made a rustling sound when it landed on the paper. Sang Bo sighed sadly and couldn't help but nudge Cheng Che with his elbow. He lowered his voice so low that it was barely audible, "So why do we have to write a self-criticism?"
"I didn't stop you when you said those words, causing Mr. Walter's post-traumatic stress disorder to relapse." Cheng Che didn't even raise his head, his tone was always cold, but his voice was low, "Write a self-criticism, it's not unfair."
Sambo: ...
Post-traumatic stress disorder?
He knew about this thing, but...
Walter Young?
It doesn't feel like it.
Sambo nodded, looked away and scribbled two characters on the white paper in front of him, but his curiosity was aroused once again.
He poked Cheng Che again and asked curiously, "Are you so respectful to the elderly and loving the young? According to common sense, you should stand up and resist at this time. Who have we, the people of Huanyue family, ever been afraid of?"
Happy!
They have the blood of fun people flowing in their veins!!!
Cheng Che paused writing, turned his head to look at Sang Bo, expressionless, "Do you want to eat the black hole?"
He believed that Walter would not beat him to death, but that was based on the premise that he was a normal Walter.
After hearing Otto's words, Walter was almost ptsd and whipped Otto's corpse!
"Oh." Sambo's curiosity completely disappeared, and he turned his head to continue drawing. "Okay, but think about it carefully, writing a self-criticism is quite fun."
Especially with a fearless little crow accompanying him in writing, Cheng Che might not have realized that his expressionless face would occasionally reveal a bitter and vengeful expression while he was writing the self-criticism, with his brows furrowed, his teeth clenched, his cheeks puffed up, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a line.
Very fun!
Thinking of this, Sangbo's inspiration came to him, and he quickly wrote a long string of scribbles on the paper, which was even more scribbles than the one written by the paralyzed little crow with a raised butt next to him!
The phone on the table vibrated slightly. Cheng Che looked up, turned off the screen, and quickened his writing speed, just like the night before school started.
Behind him, the woman's slow and graceful footsteps sounded again, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the entire observation car.
The woman with long red hair put the coffee on the table with an elegant smile, looked at Walter and Luosha and nodded with a smile, "The coffee is ready, you two have a pleasant conversation."
"Thank you." Walter thanked calmly, suppressed the trembling of his fingertips, and suddenly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he still looked calm. He held the coffee steadily in his hand and said to Luosha, "Mr. Luosha, please, this is the new coffee beans that Jizi bought. It tastes good."
The word "not bad" was vaguely lamented, and Walter at this moment seemed to be no different from someone who had drunk poisoned wine.
"Really? It's really an honor." Luosha gave Ji Zi a thankful smile and also picked up the coffee to his lips to taste it.
The rich and mellow coffee spreads on the tip of the tongue. The taste of milk foam and coffee beans is perfectly combined and the proportion is also just right.
Luosha's brows relaxed slightly, and just as he was about to let out a cry of praise, he suddenly froze.
Wait, something seems wrong!
The mellow coffee flavor is fleeting, replaced by a bitter and astringent taste, as if the coffee beans lost track of time while being roasted, and were burned into charcoal before being ground and brewed. It cannot be dissolved in water, but can be ground into powder and float in clear water. When you swallow it, your throat seems to smoke.
The rough taste disappeared again, replaced by a strong sour taste, as if a dog saw that the goddess was willing to be someone else's dog, and that person was not as good as himself.
After the sour taste, there is another salty taste, which is not like table salt, nor like sea water. It is like the transporters who escort the company's assets from one place to another without rest for many days. Their clothes are soaked and dried by sweat, but their blood and sweat cannot create value. Instead, they add more weight to the capitalists who are pressing on them.
Rakshasa:......
After a long time, Luosha came to his senses and couldn't help moving his numb tongue.
Poison!
This is poisoning!
"How does it taste? Is it delicious?" Ji Zi did not leave, but looked at Luosha with a smile on her face, as if she was expecting the other party's comments.
Luosha blinked his dry and tearful eyes, raised his eyes to look at Ji Zi, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Hmm... a very unforgettable taste."
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Half an hour later, Cheng Che quickly put down his pen, patted Sang Bo on the shoulder, and turned to walk towards the rear carriage.
There were ten sheets of white paper filled with writing on the table. The handwriting was messy and sloppy, but at least it was full.
Sangbo glanced at Cheng Che's back sadly, turned his head to look at Walter, and then looked away.
He doesn't have to write it. People who like to have fun are not afraid of fighting, but...
Hey, this is a pioneering train, and he believes in joy. If he doesn’t write about it, he may feel the joy of being kicked off the train for a while, but in the long run, he will lose a lot of fun!!!
Sambo sighed heavily, picked up the pen and began to write frantically, intending to use this small piece of paper to scold the entire tavern, and finally scold the biased god!
In the back car, Cheng Che quickly put on his going-out jacket and pants, put on a pair of sneakers, and then walked quickly to the guest room where Ren was staying.
The long-haired man lay quietly on the bed. He opened his closed eyes after hearing the noise and looked at Cheng Che with a little confusion.
Cheng Che was wearing a short sports shirt and holding a trash can in his hand. There were two things like schoolbag straps welded on it, which seemed that he could carry it directly on his back.
Under Ren's puzzled gaze, Cheng Che rubbed his hair and said to the trash can, "Go in."
blade:……
What?
"What are you doing?" Ren turned over and sat up, frowning at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che took out his cell phone and shook it, his face calm, "Kafka asked me to take you there."
On the phone screen was a photo of a strangely marked note stuck on a rusty iron plate, with a few large characters at the back.
[Holiday after-school care class: Bring your blade. 】
Ren closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, stood up from the bed, and walked into the trash can with his long legs. He said in an irritable voice, "Next time, use something else to cause trouble. I won't go with the trash can..."
"What can I do..." Cheng Che muttered, left a small sticker on the wall next to him, bent down to pick up the trash can, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the car wash planet that the Starry Sky Train had just visited.
Kafka was waiting in a deserted, dilapidated hut. Two sets of clothes were placed on the rare clean table next to her. A long knife was across her legs. The gun was disassembled and reassembled, loaded with ammunition and stuffed into the leather straps under her suit jacket.
The small sticker on the wall flashed an eerie light, and a large man appeared in the house holding a huge trash can.
With a loud bang, the trash can fell to the ground and the long-haired man walked out of it with a frown.
Kafka:…
Weird way to appear.
Of course, I'm talking about Ren, not Cheng Che.
Kafka raised her eyebrows and looked at Ren. After a moment, she smiled softly, "Ren, it seems that you are very happy these days. The demonic body is suppressed very well."
"Yeah." Ren responded in a low voice, and after scanning the scene in the house, he asked, "What is the action this time?"
Kafka:…
Haven't you rehearsed the script?
Kafka sat on the chair with her legs crossed, and raised her chin towards the clothes on the table, "Change clothes, let's go get some snacks for Ache."
Ren nodded, glanced at the clothes, picked up one at random, and walked quickly to the bedroom separated by a door.
I do need to change clothes. These days in Luofu, I have been wearing clothes from Cheng Che's wardrobe. Young children always like a variety of colors. Although they are all sportswear, they come in all colors. They are comfortable and convenient, but they always feel a bit out of place.
Cheng Che glanced around, quietly pulled over a stool, wiped it clean, and sat aside, looking at Kafka with a pair of clear eyes, "I understand, I will wait here for you to come back, and then carry you back, right?"
The Logistics Crow lives up to its name.
Hearing this, Kafka bent down and touched Cheng Che's hair, the purple-red hair blew down from his ears, and said gently, "No need, I have prepared explosives for you, go... blow up the reservoir of this car wash planet."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned his head blankly and looked at the small window beside him, feeling a little bewildered for a moment.
The Car Wash Planet is a transit station for passengers in the Milky Way. It not only provides services for cleaning and repairing aircraft, but also provides accommodation and material purchase. The commercial development level is even more prosperous than that of Yalilo VI. People come and go, and the lights are bright, but...
"Blow up the reservoir?" Cheng Che looked back at Kafka, silently flipping through the map he bought when he came to wash the car last time, and couldn't help frowning, "You want... a flood?"
Hearing this, Kafka smiled.
Her fingertips slid across the air, and a blue screen appeared in front of her. A smiling boy's face appeared on it. "Do you know who this is?"
On the light curtain, the young man smiled with his eyes curved, his short golden hair stuck to his cheeks, his exposed eyes were a bit bright purple-red, the light pink sunglasses lenses made his eyes even more attractive, there was a hint of black on his neck, which aroused people's imagination.