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Cheng Che turned around and tried to silence him for the second time, "You know too much!"
Xing smiled, patted Cheng Che's shoulder but then became confused.
She looked at Zhou Ri's back and couldn't help but frowning, "What do you mean by entrusting an orphan to someone else? Do we have to sacrifice a person to win this time when we fight the BOSS?"
At this point, Xing came back to his senses instantly and raised his hand to cover Cheng Che's mouth, "Don't be such a pessimist."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Cheche looked at Xing expressionlessly, tilted his head back slightly to break free from Xing's hand, "Have you washed your hands yet you're stretching them to my face? Besides, you were the one who said this, why are you covering my mouth?"
He glanced at Xing, scanned the surroundings and found Walter, then raised his foot and walked towards him.
Walter was holding his cane, not knowing what he was thinking, and he looked up when he noticed the movement.
He raised his hand and pushed his glasses up on his nose, and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
"No." Cheng Che shook his head and asked in a low voice, "Does Mr. Walter believe what Sunday and Gallagher said?"
Walter: ...
Cheng Che seems to be very familiar with those two people, so he starts to doubt?
You may have doubts, but it won’t affect our fun together, right?
Walter sighed helplessly, his eyes swept over the few people standing not far away, and then slightly turned his head to look at the road on the side. "There are too few clues. Gallagher avoided the topic. Sunday agreed to all the suggestions but after thinking about it carefully, he did not hand over any information. We should go and ask others for clues."
Cheng Che nodded, "Then... Sha Jin? But I don't know where Sha Jin is. I haven't seen him yet."
Walter narrowed his eyes and stared at Cheng Che through the lenses, "You have been wearing headphones today. Didn't Shajin remind you through the headphones?"
Cheng Che tilted his head, "No, he seems to be offline at the moment."
"Then find someone else who matters to me."
Walter turned slightly, his eyes falling on the figure not far away, “That child named Misha also makes me feel a little strange. He is…the doorman of the Daydream Hotel.”
Cheng Che followed Walter's line of sight and looked at Misha, who was bending over and seemed to be talking to the clock boy. "Let Xing ask?"
but……
Cheng Che paused and couldn't help frowning, "Is Misha really the doorman of the Daydream Hotel?"
"Hmm?" Walter turned his head instantly, with a sharp light in his eyes, "What do you know?"
"Although his clothes give people the feeling of a doorman's uniform, but the accessories..." Cheng Che was silent for a moment, raised his hand and gestured in the air, "Mechanical parts, things that look like rudders, and those things with sharp corners that look like compass needles."
Cheng Che blinked and looked at Walter innocently, “Doorman, isn’t it a guide in other words?”
Walter frowned slightly, “There is no happiness in thinking.”
"But I have already guessed most of the truth, and the remaining half is supplemented by the information." Cheng Che spread his hands, with a calm face, "Mikhail, our missing unknown guest is called Ragwok Shar Mikhail."
“Misha is a miniature of Mikhail, or maybe even the real him.”
"And our unknown guest, Mikhail, is a watchmaker."
Chapter 738 What kind of danger is this?
“Don’t define things without evidence casually, otherwise you will have a preconceived idea and have a negative impact on the inference of facts.”
Walter took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the children in the train group were not easy to take care of.
Dan Heng, a fake child, stays in the library every day organizing materials and reading books in seclusion.
In March, it's easy to be fooled.
Xing is very contemptuous, and Cheng Che...
My imagination is too big, and I always try to find clues through tiny details, but such inferences always go astray. Could it be that Misha just wears those decorations because she thinks they are beautiful?
Walter knew Cheng Che very well, but he didn't understand Mi Huyou's plan.
Cheng Che looked at Walter deeply, “Let’s make a bet.”
Walter: ...
Do you still want to gamble on this?
But why do I feel like I'm losing?
Walter was silent for a moment, "What's the bet?"
"Let's bet on a small amount." Cheng Che responded casually, grabbing Xing who was trying to slip away from studying the manhole cover with Liuying. "As the one who made the suggestion, I will not participate in the verification process. Let Xing ask, okay?"
Walter looked at Cheng Che deeply. Although he felt that Cheng Che's inference was unreasonable, he still felt a little chilly in his head, "Okay."
He responded, then looked at Cheng Che in confusion, "What are you going to do? There are a lot of chaotic memory elements in Liumeng Reef, you and Xing should not run around."
Cheng Che spread his hands and said, "I plan to go chat with Gallagher for a while, and find a good place to take a photo of the statue of the Watch Boy."
Walter nodded and looked at Xing who looked confused and didn't know what was going on.
He took a deep breath, looked at Xing seriously and said, "Cheng Che just made some ridiculous and unrealistic inferences. Can you accompany me to verify them?"
Xing tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che, then looked at Walter, with the four words "hard to describe" appearing in his eyes.
Under Walter's suspicious gaze, Xing's mouth twitched, and he spoke with some embarrassment, "Cheng Che is such a badass, this inference has to become true even if it's not true, Mr. Walter, you...you..."
Why are you so pessimistic?
Walter: ...
Can a crow's mouth be compared with this thing?
Walter took a deep look at Cheng Che, then looked at Xing, "I believe that in the face of such established facts, the crow's mouth is useless, so..."
He paused, as if trying to comfort himself with a bad feeling in his heart, "Let's go and ask Misha. No matter what the process is, we will eventually solve the mystery of Pinocchio."
star:……
Xing was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "Didn't you say before that you knew the answer?"
"It's not important. The important answer is guessed. Everything is uncertain before it's revealed." Cheng Che pushed Xing's shoulder and turned to walk towards Gallagher, trying to find a local to ask where a good place to take photos is. "You should go quickly. I'm very tired recently and I really don't want to run around again to look for clues."
Xing blinked, followed Walter, whose steps were inexplicably heavy, and walked towards Misha and the Clock Boy not far away.
Cheng Che walked to Gallagher's side and looked at him, who remained silent, as if he was trying to use his eyes to hint to him that he was here.
Gallagher crossed his arms across his chest, pulling his clothes into wrinkles, but it perfectly showed off his figure, without a single drop of water. At first glance, he looked like someone who had difficulty buttoning his shirt.
After a while, Gallagher turned around and looked at Cheng Che, "Are you done chatting with your friends?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded and blinked, his eyes very serious. "Is there a good place to view the scenery? I plan to take some pictures."
Gallagher was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, in the front garden."
Gallagher raised his hand and pointed ahead. "It's at the end of that long staircase. You... should go there too."
Cheng Che looked at it for a moment and shook his head, "I'm not going now, I can go later."
"Why?" Gallagher raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to walk towards the path on the side. "If you're not in a hurry, let me change my clothes first. The beer will leave marks on my clothes after it dries up."
Cheng Che followed Gallagher's footsteps and nodded indifferently, "I'm not in a hurry. I still have to stay in Liumeng Reef for a while anyway."
Sunday is still here, what danger can Pinocchio have?
At most, there was no one to take charge of the situation, no one to take the blame, no one to make up stories, and then they were beaten up by the company and the immortal boat, with a bunch of masked fools applauding.
What kind of danger is this?
It's just a matter of face.
"it is good."
Gallagher walked down the path, passing one staircase after another, one shop after another, and finally stopped in front of a dark building.
He pushed the door open casually, walked in on the thick dust, and reached out to light the lamp.
Cheng Che stood at the door, looking out curiously as if he was visiting someone else's house, "Is this your home?"
"It's just a place to stay." Gallagher said casually, and took out a wrinkled shirt and pants that even had a slight musty smell from being stored for a long time from the closet. In the face of Cheng Che's ferocious expression, which was frowned even when he was not drinking, he walked to a small room nearby to change into them.
Cheng Che reached out and rubbed the dust off the table, his eyes swept around and finally landed on the photo frame on the table.
It was dirty, and the dust on it looked like the traces of years of accumulation that could not be wiped off. All that could be seen was Gallagher's still mature face, which was completely different from the young and tender face that one had imagined.
"Curious?" Gallagher walked out of the room, tugged at his casually hanging tie, pulled open a chair and sat down, stretched out his hand to wipe the photo frame and handed it to Cheng Che, "If you're curious, pick it up and have a look."
As he spoke, Gallagher took out the lighter he had been playing with for years from his pocket, and turned it around in his hand, as if he didn't treat Cheng Che as an outsider at all.
Although he didn't treat him as an outsider, he obviously didn't treat him as a human either, and completely ignored Cheng Che's existence.
Cheng Che stood straight at the door. After looking at Gallagher, he finally couldn't stand it anymore. He took out a bottle of expensive perfume from the gold dust from his bag and sprayed it on him. "Clothes! Not washed! Not ironed! There is also a half-bottle of wine on the table that can be regarded as an antique! The bacterial colony in it would take a hundred or eighty papers to write at Aletheia University!"
Gallagher: ...
Suddenly I felt Cheng Che's cleanliness, but...
Gallagher raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Che, "Isn't the photo the main point?"
"Based on what I know now, I can guess the content of this photo with my toes." Cheng Che looked at Gallagher suspiciously, "I think you are questioning my IQ."
Is there anything he doesn't know?!
He could rush to Pinocchio now and shake Sunday's neck to ask about the whereabouts of the murderer behind the scenes, then find a fellow harmonic to beat up Order, and finally divide Pinocchio with the Xianzhou Alliance!
He just wants to have fun, but he's not a fool!
Chapter 739 Didn’t you curse him? !
"Mr. Walter, don't you want to ask Misha something?"
Xing tilted his head and looked at Walter, wondering: “Why did you stop, is your cane stuck in the sewer?”
Walter was silent for a moment and shook his head, “I’m suddenly a little glad that Cheng Che’s bad mouth is not contagious.”
otherwise……
What's the point of exploring these things? Just go to a hospital and weld your mouth shut.
“It seems that you still don’t understand Cheng Che.” Xing was also startled when he heard Walter’s words, and then he shook his coat and put his hands in his pockets like Cheng Che.
She touched the pack of disinfectant wipes in her pocket and looked at Walter calmly, “If everyone has a bad mouth, Cheng Che will not say a word even if he suffocates to death. He doesn’t like to be the same as others.”