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A loud noise came from above the elevator, with an empty echo.
For a moment, the three people who were immersed in the anger of being cheated and the speculation of becoming gods all looked up at the same time, touched their chins, and looked at the sky with the same confused eyes.
After a moment of silence, Xing blinked and said, "Guess what's going on up there? Could it be a replica of that envoy?"
"It's possible." Jing Yuan touched his chin, frowning slightly, "I now think your pioneering journey is really interesting."
It's a pity that there is no successor, and Cheng Che is unwilling to stay in Luofu, otherwise...
It is not impossible for General Shen Ce to find another job after retirement.
"What about you?" Xing poked Cheng Che seriously, "What do you think it is?"
"I'm betting on a favor." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. He quickly copied various experimental data and pushed the trash can towards the elevator. "I'm betting on the man with the plaster head that the robot just mentioned."
Chapter 496 Oh oh.
The elevator stopped at the upper level of the confinement section. In the silent space, there were some crisp sounds of tapping on the table, accompanied by the man's steady voice.
Three heads quietly appeared next to the elevator, one stacked on top of the other, quietly looking at the place where the sound came from with their shining eyes.
The red light strip flashed dangerously, and vague safety reminder words flashed above. The stranger, with a plaster head on his head, sat with his legs crossed next to the chessboard. "This is a genius move. How do you crack it?"
The voice was clear and a little cold, making people feel calm and rational when they heard it.
"Only an idiot would ask such a question." The man moved his neck slightly, his bones making a slight crisp sound, and his slender fingers twisted a chess piece and moved it.
Leisurely and comfortable, it seems that the confinement compartment is meant to be used for playing chess.
Three heads, one white, one black and one gray, were stacked together, with the same confusion in their eyes.
After a long silence, Cheng Che finally couldn't help but whispered, "This voice sounds familiar..."
It seems to be the dragon that is spinning in circles.
"You sound a bit familiar, and you said Jingyuan didn't have a horse." Xing quickly retorted, frowning, "He seems to be playing chess, so... Jingyuan, are you willing to play chess with him?"
"Now they don't even call you a general?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, with interest in his eyes, "This kind of chess piece is not popular in Luofu..."
"General Shen Ce should be called General, but you are now a sea patroller who works part-time as Wumingke..." Xing muttered, and couldn't help but stand up and walk forward, "Let me see whether this plaster head is a human or a ghost..."
The footsteps gradually approached, but the man turned a deaf ear to them and still put down the chess piece in his hand.
Cheng Che stood a few steps away, his eyebrows raised.
This chess game is really exciting.
The man with the plaster head who was playing chess looked at the three shadows on the chessboard. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and met three pairs of sparkling eyes.
Plaster head: ...
Why did a very intelligent chess game suddenly turn into a game where a few old men were watching on the streets of Luofu?
"Black has the upper hand?" Cheng Che's eyes quickly swept across the chessboard in front of him, and then he shook his head, "That should be it? I don't understand."
Black has many options to win, but White can lose if he makes one wrong move.
Jing Yuan tugged at Cheng Che's sleeve and lowered his voice, "A true gentleman watches chess without saying a word."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned his head and looked into Jing Yuan's eyes and asked sincerely, "Am I a gentleman?"
Jing Yuan:......
Oh, never mind.
Jing Yuan withdrew his gaze and his puzzled eyes fell on the man with a plaster head who was looking up at the three of them.
Plaster head: ...
Can't you really make some room?
If he stood up now, he would hit three heads directly.
"Cough..." The man coughed lightly in his throat, waved his hand to break up the projected chessboard, took a step back to avoid a few heads and stood up. He raised his arm and a heavy book appeared in his palm. He opened his mouth to say something but was suddenly stunned and speechless for a moment.
It shouldn't be expected that three people would appear here, right?
"You guys look troubled?" The man with the plaster head glanced at them, flipped through a book with the plaster head on his head, walked around them and headed off into the distance. "Are you in trouble?"
The voice was clear and extremely calm, like that of a serious university professor, the kind of professor who was tall, long-legged and handsome like the protagonist in a novel.
Xing couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, "Huh?"
"In that case..." The man with the plaster head snorted, and walked without hesitation, "Find a way yourself--"
The cool voice and back figure paused slightly, and the man with the plaster head seemed to be stunned.
The gray-white plaster head statue remained facing away from the crowd for a long time, and finally, with a slight sound of the plaster sticking, it slowly turned its head.
Moving her eyes along the ribbon hanging from her clothes, she could just see a slender, white hand tightly grasping the cloth.
Those hands were extremely clean, and they were even coated with a layer of hand cream for skin care and then rubbed carefully and evenly, until the finger joints turned red and even hot, and were completely absorbed.
Plaster head: ...
star:……
Jing Yuan:......
The three of them simultaneously raised their heads and looked at Cheng Che, who had an expressionless face.
"Sorry." Cheng Che nodded towards the plaster head, saying sorry but still refusing to let go, "I smell the Riddler, I can't let you get away."
As soon as the words fell, the gray-haired girl tilted her head with confusion in her eyes.
For some reason, she thought of Sambo, who had often planned to escape after Beloberg had led them.
Xing's eyes moved to the man with the plaster head, and his eyes flickered, "Then... I'm sorry."
They really couldn't run away. If they ran away, they would have to look for answers to a puzzle they didn't even know what it was.
Man with plaster head: ...
Can't you let go?
The man with the plaster head looked at Cheng Che quietly. After a moment of silence, he asked in a cold tone, "What are you doing? Do you have a lot of time? I don't think so."
He waved his hand back, trying to pull the clothes from Cheng Che's hand, "Take the elevator down, what you are looking for is there."
After he finished speaking, the man with the plaster head couldn't help but look at Cheng Che again.
Holding so tightly?
"Who are you?" Xing quickly took over the topic to prevent Cheng Che, the soft-hearted little crow, from arguing with the strange man in front of him, "Why are you here..."
The man held the book, still wearing a plaster head, "Before asking a question, it's better to think about whether the answer is helpful to the problem you want to solve."
"If not, it's best not to ask. Obviously, our time is valuable."
After the words were spoken, the scene fell silent again.
The plaster head, who had originally pointed out the direction and wanted to leave, was grabbed by the clothes and refused to let go. Although he was wearing a plaster head, he obviously did not have the spirit of fun like Cheng Che and Sangbo who could run naked shamelessly with a mask on, so he could only remain silent.
Jing Yuan stroked his chin and looked at the other person. Cheng Che had no expression, but there was a rare stubbornness in his eyes.
Xing was confused for a moment, "Huh?"
Do you have to interrupt her every time you ask a question these days? !
"Hey……"
The man with the plaster head sighed weakly. Just by listening to the sound, one could imagine the slightly frowned brows under the plaster head. "Forget it, just treat it as a demonstration."
The man paused, looked at the gray-haired girl, and spoke in a calm voice, "I know who you are, and I know you are working for Ruan Mei; I am a visitor to the space station, I entered here by mistake, and witnessed her experiment."
Xing nodded suddenly, "Oh oh."
Man with plaster head: ...
The plaster head looked at Xing deeply and said, "If you come, I won't interfere. If you fail, I will intervene in this matter to solve the unnecessary trouble."
He paused, his eyes meeting Xing's, "Two sentences, concise, and efficient communication."
The gray-haired girl had a pair of golden eyes with a little reflected light. After thinking for a while, she nodded again, "Oh."
Plaster head: ...
oh oh?
Just one word "oh"?
Chapter 497 Do you believe it?
The man was tall and stood quietly beside the three unknown guests, his face solemn beneath his plaster head.
He hated idiots, but...
Are these three people really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?
The man glanced at them one by one, and finally couldn't help but remind them, "If you don't go now, it will cause more trouble."
Xing quickly came back to his senses, grabbed the trash can next to Cheng Che and walked towards the elevator, with his other hand grabbing Jing Yuan's sleeve, "Go, go, go, hurry up!"
Jing Yuan paused, turned his head to look at Cheng Che, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
The tall, long-legged, curly-haired young man stood next to the man with the plaster head, with his head lowered and his eyes cast down. He grabbed the hem of the man's clothes with one hand and clasped his other hands together, extending a finger to poke the plaster head man's exposed arm.
Jing Yuan:......
He always felt that only Xing could do this kind of thing.
"Study it." Cheng Che retracted his fingers, glanced at the other person's clothes with hollowed-out and chained chest, and shook the ribbon in his hand, "You also said that you would solve the problem after we fail, so... let's go together."
Look at the book in his hand. It is true that knowledge is power. These weak academics have more muscles than a police academy student like him.
I understand. I will read more books when I return.
Man with plaster head: ...
It's as if he couldn't solve the problem by staying away. Besides...
It was quite dirty down there, but his mind was still clear at the moment and he didn't intend to dirty his body.