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"That's not death!"
“That’s just!”
"one!"
"A somewhat crude tool for communication!"
The sound was deafening. Several people in the train crew who were in a daze trying to digest their food turned around at the same time and looked at Cheng Che and Gallagher in shock.
Gallagher: ...
He was just trying his luck. If he could hear clearly, he would hear. If he couldn't, forget it. As for whether he would die or not...
Cheng Che seemed to have crushed his desire to tell a riddle with crude means.
Gallagher turned his head calmly and looked at Cheng Che with a helpless and hopeless look, "Are you serious?"
Cheng Che: ...
Kind of serious, but not too serious.
Cheng Che touched his crow pendant lovingly, and poked Gallagher with his elbow, "We are not strangers, so tell me."
Gallagher: ...
Why aren't you an outsider? !
But...it seems that he is not an outsider. At least the Star Train is not an outsider to him.
Gallagher sighed heavily and waved his hand. "Forget it. I caught up with you just to tell you that if you are okay, go contact your friends. Your disappearance has caused a stir in Pinocchio."
If he keeps disappearing, not only will his secret plans be ruined, but even Pinocchio will be blown up.
It's like a ring is hidden in a big cake. Everyone is trying to find it. If they can't find it, they will chomp at the cake, then divide it up and hold it in their mouths to look for it slowly.
And the characteristics of Pinocchio are obviously a delicious cake in the universe, and there are always people eyeing it.
Gallagher sighed slightly, looked away and opened the beer can beside him.
Opening a can with one hand is obviously a good way to show off your palm and temperament. Bend the knuckles and stick the fingertips in the gap of the can. The blood vessels are slightly stretched due to the force, and even a few drops of drink may splash onto the fingertips due to the action.
Cheng Che stared at Gallagher's hand. After a while, he took the opened can of wine and stuffed a piece of paper into his hand. "Uncle, you are thirteen years old. How can you be qualified to drink?"
As he said that, Cheng Che raised his head and took a sip without hesitation, leaving Gallaher wiping his hands with a tissue and looking around in confusion.
Gallagher pointed at himself, then at Cheng Che, "You? Me?"
Who said he was one year old!
Besides, he is so big, is that the size possible for a kid who can't drink?
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I can change my age, but you can't."
Cheng Che stretched and looked at Xing and Sanyue with a questioning look, "What are you going to do next? I plan to follow Gallagher to seek death."
Xinghe Sanyue was speechless and her expression was as complicated as if she saw someone snatching a trash can.
Unbelievable, but reasonable.
After thinking for a moment, Xing glanced at Sanyue and spoke carefully, "I can roughly understand your situation. You are still in memory. Now I, Sanyue, and Danheng are just a microcosm in someone's memory. You have something to do, right?"
Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I want to go to the Land of Death and take a look."
Hearing this, Xing frowned, "It seems that I should go and see it, but I still have some information to collect. Can we meet again in death then?"
At this point, Xing paused, then looked up at Cheng Che, "You must be careful, and I want to ask you something."
"You tell me." Cheng Che sorted out the garbage in front of him and threw it into the garbage bag. He wiped his hands, took down the roasted pear, and threw it next to the star core to cool it down quickly. Then he looked up at Xing, "What's the problem?"
Xing hesitated.
Under San Yueqi's curious, confused and bewildered gaze, Xing moved closer to Cheng Che, tilted her head and said seriously, "I've had a bad feeling since I entered Pinocchio. I want to cry. Do you think...will we lose something in Pinocchio?"
Cheng Che's eyes swept across Xing's cheek, and he held out his hand, palm facing up, "Give it to me."
"What?" Xing frowned, "You still want me to spit out your candy at this time?!"
"Xun Di? Dongcheng Shield? Or Black Tower Coins are all fine." Cheng Che held out his hand with a calm expression, "Although there is no turtle in the wishing well, there can be a crow. We won't lose anything. Even if we have already lost something, it will eventually turn into starlight in the universe and always be by our side."
star:……
Xing felt around in his pocket, fished out a patrol arrow and placed it in Cheng Che's palm, muttering, "You sound quite literary."
Xing received a little comfort from the crow's mouth, and leaned back on the sofa with a sigh of relief, waving at Cheng Che, "Go, go and find death, we'll see you then."
On the side, Sanyueqi blinked a pair of clear and innocent eyes and looked at Xing eagerly, "What are you talking about?"
star:……
Xing was silent for a moment, then he reached into his pocket and took out a candy and put it into Sanyueqi's hand. "Be good, let's not think about it anymore. Don't make it hard on yourself."
Chapter 732: I Can’t Die Anyway
Xing and Sanyue left together, leaving only Danheng holding a pear and drinking pear soup slowly on the rooftop, as well as the duo who were seeking death and sending themselves to death.
Dan Heng leaned back relaxed on the sofa, with his legs raised up and resting on the armrest beside him. He held a pear with his eyes half closed and drank the cooled pear soup slowly with a straw. His mind was so empty that it could echo if you knocked on it.
Not stupid, just full.
Dan Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge monster that appeared not far away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and he seemed to have no sense of crisis.
Gallagher waved at the monster, "Come on, give him a claw."
As he spoke, Gallagher raised his finger and pointed at the young man sitting next to him.
Poor guy, he and Cheng Che confronted each other in silence for a long time, and finally got a can of beer. If there were no taverns on the border of Zhumeng, he would have let this crow see what life is like at the age of thirteen!
The monster tiptoed over, turned around and ran away after seeing the young man's face clearly. It did not stop at all even when Galah called out to it from behind. One could even see a look of panic on the huge monster, which was inconsistent with its appearance.
Gallagher: ...
Whose problem is it?
Sleeping?
Or... Cheng Che's?
In short, it definitely can't be my problem.
Gallagher turned his head and looked at Cheng Che with his experience and vision in solving cases in the hound family, trying to find something wrong.
Cheng Che had a calm expression, leaning on the sofa, biting the straw, and said vaguely: "Look, it's too lazy to poke me now."
Gallagher was silent for a moment, then reluctantly asked, "Is it because it's lazy?"
Do you know what fear is?
Can't you reflect on yourself?!
"Isn't it?"
Cheng Che turned around in surprise. Although his face was expressionless, he could still see a hint of pure bewilderment, and even a bit of self-righteousness. "I don't have the energy to try to solve the problem to death at all."
If it were him, he would at least pierce the person into a sieve even if he couldn't kill him.
Cheng Che finished drinking the pear soup and used a spoon to scoop out the flesh. "It's boiled and soft. It doesn't taste good."
"Then don't eat." Gallagher half-closed his eyes, looking very tired, "Find a way yourself."
"It's a waste if you don't eat it." Cheng Che muttered, and couldn't help but use one hand to hesitantly poke Gallagher's chin and rub it with his fingertips, "Don't you want to clean up your stubble?"
Gallagher: ...
There are so many questions, and they come out one after another like a little child, without any order or beginning or end.
He tilted his head back slightly, raised his chin, put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and touched the stubble on his face. "I'm busy on weekdays and can't take care of it."
Cheng Che withdrew his hand and continued to eat the pear, nodding, "Oh, I see."
His clothes are wrinkled, his beard is unkempt, and he looks... lazy and casual.
But it’s not dirty, otherwise it wouldn’t look so free and easy.
After a while, when Cheng Che had hollowed out the entire pear, Dan Heng finally stood up and said, "Okay, go ahead and seek death. I'm leaving."
Cheng Che raised his eyes and asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"
Didn't we come here to play together?
We can all die together and go to the land of death together, right?!
Hearing this, Dan Heng shook his head.
He tried to pull his thoughts back from the food and said calmly: "I have contacted Potio, and we still need to discuss the specific action plan."
At this point, Dan Heng's eyes fell on Cheng Che, "Although it is only in memory now, and I am just a microcosm, but if I do nothing, the whole ending will be in uncontrollable danger, so..."
Still have to do it.
You cannot skip the process just because you know the ending. If you do that, the ending may not come as you hope.
Dan Heng walked to Cheng Che, reached out his hand and took out a wet tissue from Cheng Che's bag to wipe his face and hands, then turned around, jumped off the rooftop, and followed the path to the agreed location.
Cheng Che's eyes followed Dan Heng's movements into the garbage bag, and he keenly caught a trace of red on the wet tissue.
He was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Did you really draw it secretly?"
Or maybe... there was already some color, but in order to make it look better, the smoldering Dan Heng got up early every day and secretly hid in his room to paint himself!
Cheng Che felt that he had found the truth, and turned his head to look at Gallagher, "Then where can we go to die now?"
Gallagher looked back calmly, "It's you, not me."
He can die!
Bah, he can go to Liumeng Reef!
Cheng Che nodded, pulled out a small box of snacks from his bag, picked out the crystal clear crystals inside and chewed them slowly.
There was a sound of rats stealing food coming from beside him. Gallagher closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment before asking, "What do you want to eat?"
"Yizhi." Cheng Che muttered, then explained seriously: "It's all in a dream anyway. I can go if I eat enough. I can even find a part-time job as a dream builder for fun."
Gallagher nodded and stood up, "Let's go, clean up and go for a walk, and find death by the way."
Cheng Che nodded and stood up as well. He straightened his clothes and before he raised his head he saw a black shadow coming towards his face.