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Chapter 695 I forgot to mention you.
Two figures, one tall and one short, walked in the empty corridor. One of them rubbed his head with his eyes half closed, and the other was holding chips and shaking them around, with confusion between his brows.
After a while, Shajin finally couldn't bear it anymore. He turned his head to look at Cheng Che, but was suddenly stunned. "Shouldn't you just take a rest? Still have a headache? How about going back and asking Latio?"
The friend next to me kept moving at a constant speed, trying hard to keep his head from shaking, pressing his fingers on his temples, and his breathing seemed much more hurried.
"It's okay. Usually I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. But if I can't sleep now, I'll just stay awake." Cheng Che said casually, touching his arms and legs. "Go to the trash can and pick up some clothes later. I feel a little cold walking back and forth in my dreams all the time."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin's eyelids twitched, and he shook the bag in his hand, "How about...how about we buy some?"
Do you love trash cans so much?
Pinocchio is a great place to spend money, so why are you afraid that you won’t be able to buy a set of clothes?
Cheng Che seemed a little disgusted, "I don't feel comfortable without formal clothes."
If he hadn't thought that Pinocchio was a bit high-end, saying something about being the star of a grand event and holding a ceremony, how could he have given up his comfortable slippers and sneakers to wear the formal suit that Kafka gave him?
Shajin looked down at his clothes and asked in confusion, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Maybe I'm not used to it? I'm used to putting my hands in my pockets, but I can't put them in my pockets when I'm wearing formal clothes. Sometimes I look handsome if I put them in my trouser pockets, but it looks stupid if I keep them in my pockets all the time." Cheng Che analyzed seriously and stopped in front of the door.
He was about to reach out and push the door open when he suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to look at Shajin and asked, "Didn't we agree to act it out? How long do you need to get into the role? Do you need me to support you?"
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin recalled the "friendly" meeting he had just had with Sunday without involving the purpose. After thinking for a moment, he pointed at himself and said, "According to the agreement, I have to go and cause trouble now, and bring the Starry Sky Train into the bureau and send it to 'death', right?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes, and said calmly: "I may be able to guess a little bit of Sunday's purpose, and your purpose is also obvious. The two are contradictory, but the problem now is..."
Cheng Che paused, put on his glasses, and then spoke, "We have a common goal, which is to use 'death' to cause chaos in Pinocchio, so that the two of you will have the opportunity to use your means to seize your own goals. You want to help the company get Pinocchio, and he wants to get Pinocchio for himself, so first tear up the illusion of peace, and then..."
"Then it all depends on your ability." Shajin chuckled, playing with the round chips with his fingertips. "It's not a big problem. As long as I die, my colleagues will perfectly take over my tasks. It seems that I don't stand a big chance of losing."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned around expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on Sha Jin, "I was so busy picking out Sunday's thorns just now that I forgot to touch you."
Shajin looked up blankly, "Ah? Aren't you my backer? Now my backer is going to fall?"
Infighting!
Do you know that internal strife is a taboo?
"The gambler's mentality, hoping that he will win everything on his next lucky break, but there will be a next time after next time." Cheng Che stared at the gold dust, using his height advantage to look at the other person unceremoniously, "Then what's your mentality? Love gambling? I don't think you are that kind of person."
Shajin raised his eyes with a little smile on his face, "Why not that kind of person? What kind of person is that kind of person?"
"You're looking forward to death?" Cheng Che thought for a moment and spoke calmly, "You're looking forward to your luck running out and finally losing your life, right? If you win, it's a profit, and if you lose, it's also a profit."
Shajin laughed, lowered his eyes and adjusted the jewelry on his hand, "How could it be? I collected a lot of information before taking this last gamble."
"I believed you." Cheng Che almost rolled his eyes, but he took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, "Who wants to gamble their life?"
It's okay to gamble your life to escape death, but now people gamble their lives at every turn?
Cheng Che glared at Sha Jin again and put his hand on the door in front of him. "Hurry up and get into the role. We're waiting to see you do something!"
Gold Dust: ...
No one had been mean to him for many years. Latio was always very gentle when he cursed people, but Cheng Che...
He felt that Cheng Che might have cursed very badly, but for unknown reasons he kept the curse words to himself.
Sha Jin now even suspected that Cheng Che's poking of Xiaotuanzi was an opportunity to curse out the dirty words that he had been holding back in his heart.
Shajin pressed his forehead and sighed heavily after a while, "But my mission is completed. Now I can't even suppress the corners of my mouth."
"Heh." Cheng Che sneered, "Yeah, you finally said that your mission is complete. I was just saying that I've wasted so much time here, and you haven't completed your mission yet?"
Cheng Che stared at Sha Jin with a cold gaze, his tone full of sarcasm, "Then what were you acting like with Sunday just now? He knows that you have the power to cause trouble, you know that he also wants to cause trouble, and you also know that your companions outside have legitimate reasons to intervene in Pinocchio, so why did you agree to let him continue to cause trouble?"
At this point, Cheng Che paused and said, "You can't take advantage of my headache and think that I'm a fool who can't understand what you are saying!"
He had lost it in his memory for such a long time that he even guessed what was behind Sunday. Did Gold Dust still need to cause trouble and "die"?
The immortal boat is almost here even though it's so far away, but the people in the company don't know that his crow is lost?
Which businessman is so insensitive that he cannot seize the opportunity?
Gold Dust: ...
Is it really that useful to warm up your brain?
"You just want to see Pinocchio in chaos. Anyway, your goal has been achieved, so it's okay to help more. But my friend..." Cheng Che bent down and tilted his head to look at Shajin. "The first reason is that out of your remaining sympathy, you can't bear to see a free bird trapped. Even if there is a backup plan on Sunday, you are willing to quietly help him break free from the cage. As for his backup plan, it is your colleagues' concern, and it is something the company and other people have to deal with."
"The second reason." Cheng Che stared into Sha Jin's eyes and continued, "You gamble your life again and again. Is it really just for promotion? Just for money?"
"Why not?" Shajin raised his head, smiling gently, his eyes shining like stars, "My friend, my life is too cheap, only worth sixty tanbas, but..."
Shajin smiled and looked at Cheng Che, "Your behavior now is no different from Mr. Sunday."
"A little bit." Cheng Che straightened up, stretched his wrists and ankles, and then hung the backpack on Sha Jin. He stretched out his hand to gesture, turned around and carried Sha Jin on his back. "I don't want to ask about your story, and I have no purpose. I just want to say..."
Cheng Che pushed the door open with his foot, looked around, and raised his hand to press Sha Jin's head onto his shoulder. "Quick, pretend to be so weak from the blow that you're about to go crazy."
Shajin sighed, "Can't I just faint?"
"How can you still be crazy if you fainted?" Cheng Che said, then whispered, "I just want to say that I am wandering between the states of a madman and a robot every day. Look, I am alive, so why can't you live? It seems that there is a meaning to making money to raise crows."
Chapter 696 I have guessed the answer.
"What are we stopping here for?"
The young man with light blond hair leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder, with his arms around his neck, but he didn't dare to use any force. He barely tried to cover the corners of his upturned mouth and pretend to be weak as if he had suffered a blow and was about to go crazy.
Cheng Che stood on the steps in front of the Chaolu Mansion, looking down at the road below.
After thinking for a moment, he turned around and continued walking into the mansion.
"Hmm?" Shajin frowned and asked in confusion, "Are you planning to go back and scold Sunday because you suddenly feel that you didn't perform well enough after the negotiation? Or are you curious about how Latio is going to perform, so you plan to go back and watch for a while?"
Cheng Che quickly went back the way he came, his face expressionless but his tone very serious, "I just forgot to check Sunday's wings hidden under his clothes. I have to go check it out."
Gold Dust: ...
What a surprising answer.
Sha Jin couldn't help but sigh and allowed himself to be turned into a 'weak' pendant and carried on the back. The lily of the valley bud earrings swayed in his sight. The crisp sound was not loud, but it made people feel clear-headed.
"Spoiler?" Shajin thought for a moment and asked, "You don't seem to have a very friendly feeling towards Pinocchio. Is there any reason for that?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment, then opened a door in front of him before speaking, "My understanding of harmony is like a big puzzle. You have your edges and corners, and I have my flaws. We tolerate each other and combine together to form a prosperous world. Do you understand this description?"
"I understand. Is Pinocchio not the star of the event that you imagined?" Shajin raised an eyebrow, with a puzzled tone in his tone.
"I don't know. It feels a bit strange." Cheng Che walked slowly along the passage. Even though he was carrying a large person, he still didn't feel much weight. He said calmly, "Have you ever played a 3D puzzle? The kind with a mechanical feel?"
Shajin shook his head, "No, I have never played with building blocks similar to the sandbox just now."
Cheng Che: ...
It felt like there was a knife poking at his chest, but unfortunately, it couldn't find his heart.
"Let's put it another way." Cheng Che paused and said calmly, "Every piece of the puzzle has color. Even the white and empty transparent ones have their own meanings. Put them together to form a huge painting. But the current Pinocchio gives me a feeling of... a machine on an assembly line. It's very empty. It's like the soul of Pinocchio is just a shell. I don't find anything that attracts me."
Shajin was thoughtful, and he picked out an origami bird hidden on the edge of the picture frame. "It doesn't look like anywhere else?"
"Well, the Black Tower Space Station specializes in academic research, but they also have group chats with complaints under the research, which is very lively." Cheng Che thought carefully and felt a headache. "I live in a hotel on Yalilo No. 6, but if I don't want to live there anymore, I can invite a few people to see the snow, or stay at Jeppard's house. There are more things to do in Luofu, such as occupying Jingyuan's guest room and going to the Prison of Desolation. Although we are all guests, there will always be different emotional connections."
At this point, Cheng Che paused, staring at the carpet in front of him, and said calmly: "Pinoconi, reality is a hotel, dreams are hotels, and the people I know are all passers-by in this world. Even on Sundays, he lives in a mansion, which is not his home. This is where he should live with his status. I have been here for so long, but I haven't found an anchor point that can connect me and Pinoconi."
It was very empty, as if this bustle was just based on some kind of setting and there was no soul beneath the body.
How could he find a sense of belonging like at home in a hotel room?
Gold Dust: ...
It seems to be true, the star of the event, all the celebrities gathered here, but it was just a lively occasion, the family did not show their special will here, unity? Or dedication?
nothing.
"It's just like the sand table just now." Cheng Che repeated, calmly: "Pinoconi is the family's sand table, Sunday's sand table, or perhaps the sand table of a certain star god, but it is definitely not harmonious. A harmonious place should be a garden that grows freely and is full of vitality."
"Do you think Pinocchio is not free?" Shajin has completely accepted the reality of becoming a pendant. He hangs on as if he has no legs. He asks in confusion, "I always thought you were the one who longed for freedom and madness."
“No.” Cheng Che shook his head affirmatively. When he stood outside the meeting room, he put the gold dust down from his back and said calmly, “There is absolute freedom under the rules. This is harmony. If there are only rules and the freedom set by the rules, then it becomes…”
Cheng Che paused and met Sha Jin's eyes.
Shajin's eyelids twitched and his pupils shrank. "What do you want to say?"
"It's not important. What's important is..." Cheng Che turned his head and looked at the door in front of him that had not yet been opened. He suddenly smiled, "I seem to know who it is. Who locked me up, who spied on me, who used me, and what attracted Him."
Cheng Che raised his hand and rubbed his temple, and said softly: "I have guessed the answer."
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin raised his hand and pressed his chest, lowering his voice, "You have no evidence. The fact that you just talked to Sunday is the evidence."
"No, only conviction requires evidence. During the investigation, making guesses based on existing clues can assist in handling the case." Cheng Che stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, his eyes drooping with crazy flames, "I'm just a bystander, I guess mine is suitable."
How can this be the same?
He is just an ordinary little crow who only cares about melons. What evidence does he need?
Shajin turned his head to look at Cheng Che, his eyebrows slightly raised, "What should we do next?"
"No big deal." Cheng Che glanced at the gold dust. The sense of disharmony he had felt since entering Pinocchio receded at this moment, and he became lazy and relaxed again. "Eat melons, watch the fun, and give my friends some smart shock."
Gold Dust: ...
So narcissistic.
"You? Smart guy?" Shajin raised an eyebrow and looked at Cheng Che, "So rude?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded calmly. After touching his clothes, he realized that there were no pockets on his vest. He could only let his hands hang down at his side with a little grievance. "It's not that smart, it's just that everyone doesn't dare to think boldly, such as... the dead star god, right?"
Shajin lowered his eyes, "I didn't hear anything, but do you still want to touch your wings?"
Cheng Che came back to his senses, pushed open the door in front of him, and smiled at Zhou Ri and Latio who were sitting silently at the table, "What a coincidence, we meet again."