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Hearing this, Walter chuckled, “That’s true.”
He turned his head and looked at Misha who was a few meters away from him. After a long while, he sighed slightly, "I feel like I'm going to lose."
It sucks to lose before you even ask the question.
Cheng Che's inference was not supported by any evidence. He just combined fragments of hearsay and then used his imagination to connect them in different ways to come up with an explanation.
There may be many such explanations, and Cheng Che will always choose one of them based on his keen intuition, and most of them are correct.
He thought silently for a moment, then turned his head to look at Xing, "How do you think Cheng Che came up with these ideas?"
Everyone obtains different information, but an activity to share information has been carried out, so why can't others guess it?
It’s fine if San Yueqi couldn’t guess it, but why didn’t the others guess it either?
Hearing this, Xing couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head.
Xing thought about it carefully and frowned, "Maybe it's because when Cheng Che was thinking about these things, he didn't regard himself as an unknown guest or someone who had been dragged into the chaos?"
Having said that, Xing paused.
She thought about Sambo and then about Hanabi, "I always feel that people who have something to do with pleasure always stay out of it and regard themselves as spectators rather than parties involved. This perspective can really help you understand a lot of things."
At the beginning, Sambo led them into Beloberg and then took them to the lower city to find Swarlow.
Hanabi...Hanabi was jumping up and down on Pinocchio, but from her words, she obviously knew some truth.
“Maybe this is how they enjoy themselves.” Walter sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly smelled a familiar scent.
A fragrance with a slightly woody aroma, mixed with amber, musk and other spices.
Walter turned his head and looked at Cheng Che who had come back from somewhere. “Have you taken the photos?”
"Finished taking the photo." Cheng Che shook his phone and turned his head to look at the Clock Boy's billboard not far away. "I just saw a big statue, but it looks a bit dirty."
Walter: ...
Can mysophobia break out at times like this?
Then why doesn’t Cheng Che go to work as a cleaner?
Without waiting for Walter to say anything else, Cheng Che had already stuffed his phone into his bag, grabbed the straps of his backpack with both hands, and said calmly, "I regret it. If I had known, I would have brought Dan Heng here with me. He would have used a water dragon to clean the statue of the clock boy immediately."
Walter closed his eyes, “Are you saying that Dan Heng got off the car too?”
"Yes." Cheng Che suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to communicate with Walter about the information on the train. He rubbed his fingers and said quickly: "Our train was hijacked by a mechanical man with shark teeth but who loved me very much. Then I used him as a power bank. Maybe I pressed a switch and confessed my love to him. Later, I took him and Dan Heng off the train. He seemed to be looking for Huang Quan, saying that Huang Quan pretended to be a sea patrol ranger or something."
At this point, Cheng Che thought for a moment, "He even wanted to pretend to be the unknown guest Pam and get off the bus, but fortunately I was able to go through the back door, and I used a trash can to put them both at the golden moment. Xing and Sanyue should know about this."
As he spoke, Cheng Che poked Xing who was standing beside him.
Xing was a little confused by Cheng Che's messy words. After hearing what he said, he came back to his senses and nodded, "It seems so. Then we went on a picnic. Then...what happened next?"
Xing couldn't help but touch the back of his head, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of confusion.
I can't remember. I always feel that my memory is discontinuous, and there seem to be many unknown things in between, and...
It's a bit hard to tell which memory comes first and which comes later.
Xing lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and patted Cheng Che, "It's you! It's you who messed up my memory by running around in it."
Cheng Che: ...
Do you blame him?
He doesn't want to mess around in his memories, okay?
Cheng Che looked at Xing, "Then you can blame Shajin. I have been in Shajin's memory from the beginning to the end and never came out. He has too rich an imagination."
Xing was slightly startled. "Gold Dust? That means Gold Dust imagined the scene through our conversation, and then tricked itself into thinking it was a memory, and then let you run around in it, disrupting our memories?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, his palm resting on the backpack and stroking the texture of the zipper. "That's why he is said to have a rich imagination. He can reconstruct the scene at that time based on one or two sentences said by others. Even if there is a little deviation, it doesn't affect anything."
At this point, Cheng Che's eyes swept across the surrounding buildings, "So he must have come to Liumeng Reef and is hiding somewhere to watch the show secretly, right?"
star:……
Wait a minute, let her, the star core spirit, think about it for a while.
Xing thought about it carefully, raised her head and looked at Cheng Che, "You just said that a robot man confessed his love? And robbed a train? Didn't you curse him?!"
"Not yet, but he has died." Cheng Che responded casually, his eyes sweeping around and landing on Misha.
He took two steps forward and bowed slightly, "Misha, we meet again."
Misha blinked and looked up. "Hello, distinguished guest, you..."
"Hush." Cheng Che sat on a small bucket nearby, trying to make his eyes level with Misha's. "You really don't seem to know what you should know."
Misha tilted her head. "Dear guest, I don't understand. What do you mean...what do you mean by something Misha should know?"
"Some truth." Cheng Che responded, and before the clock boy could jump up, he reached out and held down the clock's hands, "Stop making those beeps, or I'll turn you bald."
The clock boy's eyes widened, "Beep—"
The voice was instantly cut off. Cheng Che looked at Misha and after thinking for a moment, he finally spoke, "Since you are a doorman, do you know the whereabouts of the gold dust? I really want to find him and give him a headbutt to show him what it means to be beaten for having too much imagination!"
Chapter 740 Don’t break the law.
After Cheng Che's search for the gold dust failed, Xing finally came to his senses and poked Cheng Che to stop him from typing frantically about the gold dust on his phone, "Friend, calm down, we can always find the gold dust, even if we can't..."
Xing thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "We still have Kakawasha! Catch Kakawasha and threaten the gold dust!"
There is still a small gold placer in your hand. There is no need to worry about it running away. Even if it runs away, you can raise it and give it to others.
As for whether the small gold dust can bring out the Pinocchio...
what?
Isn't her doubting the power of Cheng Che's crow's mouth? !
Xing patted his head and looked up at Cheng Che, "Right, right, right? So we have to go find Gallagher and Sunday now, bring Robin and Firefly, and have a frank talk about Pinocchio, and then make a plan to attack Pinocchio. Don't think about how to find fault with Gold Dust at this time."
Cheng Che looked at Xing suspiciously, but had to admit that Xing's idea did make sense.
He thought about it and still looked at Misha in confusion, "I want to ask, where is that big monster? The one that Galahad called Mianmian."
Hearing this, Misha raised her head and looked at Cheng Che in surprise, "Mianmian...Mianmian came back crying and said that someone had chopped off her paws. She was so aggrieved that she cried, but Galaher still touched her twice and comforted her before letting her go to continue picking up people..."
Misha paused at this point.
He lowered his head and thought carefully, his tone uncertain, "Mianmian seems to have brought a very dangerous person to Liumeng Reef. It should be watching that person and not letting him run around, right?"
"Dangerous person?" Xing couldn't help but touch his bat and frowned at Misha, "How dangerous is he? Do you need my help?"
Misha blinked, raised his head and gestured seriously, "I can't see the man's head clearly, it's on fire, and there are horns on his head, but his clothes must be very expensive, and the flames can't burn them."
Misha patted the clock boy beside him and said, "Right?"
“Beep, beep—” The clock boy instantly broke free from Cheng Che’s control, jumped up and shook his head, “Misha is right!”
Xing's expression was extremely stiff, and he said awkwardly, "Horns growing from its head, fire coming out of its body, why do I feel like this thing sounds familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."
Misha cast a confused and curious look at Xing, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the back of his head, "Is that so? If they are friends of the guests, Misha..."
"Friends are not important, what is important is..."
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, looked at the clock boy and then at Misha, "Are you a little boy?"
Misha: ???
Misha looked up blankly, "See... can't you see?"
"I see, but let me confirm it." Cheng Che pursed his lips, thought for a moment and then looked at Xing, "Friend, do you think our train is short of a doorman? I think so."
Xing blinked, "I think you're trying to steal Pinocchio's girl."
"This was originally our corner. I just moved back." Cheng Che had no expression on his face, but his tone was very serious. "And I think the little boy has a knife on him. In order to avoid the knife stabbing me secretly, I plan to get rid of the knife from the source."
Xing frowned, "The corner of our house?"
Misha?
Anonymous guest?
It makes some sense, but there is no evidence.
But if there is no evidence, there is no evidence. Even if it is not their own corner, what's wrong with their pioneering Starry Sky Train taking some corner? !
"Yeah." Cheng Che responded, and then looked at Misha seriously, "Friend, I just stole a child back to the train, and now I want to steal you away. I want to ask you, what color sack do you like?"
Misha: ...
Misha's young face was full of confusion, and she was speechless for a moment as she looked at the pair of light amber eyes in front of her.
I wanted to say something, but I forgot what I was going to say.
"Cheng Che."
A voice sounded from behind, and Walter's face was full of despair. Looking at Cheng Che, he almost wanted to hold his forehead with his hand, "Don't break the law."
Even if Misha is Mikhail, even if Misha is one of the unknown guests they lost, or a silhouette of this unknown guest, he cannot be stolen!
Asking the victim what color sack he likes right in front of him? !
Can't you just turn around and say it secretly?!
Walter stopped his unbridled thoughts in time and couldn't help closing his eyes. "Calm down. Our task now is to find Gallagher and Sunday and discuss a solution. Oh, by the way."
Walter thought carefully for a moment, and looked at Cheng Che puzzledly, “Miss Robin said that something disharmonious appeared around her. Do you know what it is?”
Cheng Che: ...
I seem to know, but I feel like I won’t be able to act on Sunday after I say it.
It is very likely that he will tear off his disguise and go crazy right now.
Cheng Che blinked and looked around. He was relieved when he didn't see the robin. "Sir, you have drawn animations before, so... you should know how the twins write their fate in a show."
Either one of them has died long ago and become the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole, or the opposite fate ends up being the same, becoming salvation or sacrifice.
Even if we walk side by side, there will always be a period of time when our paths diverge.
Walter lowered his eyes, “Your inference?”
"I saw it with my own eyes." Cheng Che replied calmly, then waved his hand, "But it doesn't matter. I have already figured out how to solve it."