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"Prejudice is not important. What's important is the bet between Mr. Walter and me." Cheng Che put his palm on Xing's shoulder, turned his head blankly and found Sanyueqi who was looking around curiously, and raised his hand to knock on Sanyueqi's forehead, "What are you looking at?"
San Yueqi raised his head and looked at Cheng Che blankly, "Uncle Yang and Ji Zi said that you are in the memory, so we are also memories? I am looking to see if I have a shadow."
Cheng Che: ...
The people in my memory aren’t ghosts, right?
Cheng Che's eyebrows twitched and he looked at San Yue Qi with an indescribable expression. He couldn't help but rub his arms, "I'm really scared."
"Do you want some clothes?" Xing shook out her coat, "This is still yours."
"You've already sat on it, so I won't wear it." Cheng Che put his hands in his pockets again and looked up at Walter who had finished the conversation and was walking over.
He looked carefully at Walter's expression and asked curiously, "So where is the star core? Am I right?"
Before he finished speaking, the corners of Walter’s mouth twitched visibly.
The man's expression behind his glasses was extremely complicated, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He looked at Cheng Che and always felt that the world was a bit disillusioned. How could life be viewed from the perspective of drawing animation?
But nothing seemed to go wrong.
Sure enough, the saying that drama is based on reality is true.
Walter raised his hand and pushed his glasses. Under Ji Zi's helpless gaze, he slowly spoke and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Sunday revealed that the core of the Asdena galaxy is the Pinoconi Grand Theater itself."
Cheng Che didn't show any surprise, he just nodded calmly, looking composed, "Okay, now it's just one favor for each pat on the head, plus the previous one... well, I'll calculate it after I wake up."
Walter: ...
Yes, young people are always better than their elders, and people still have to accept their age...
He doesn't!
Walter took a deep breath, glanced at Cheng Che, then looked at the Sunday siblings and Gallagher who were standing not far away waiting for action, and finally lowered his voice and instructed in an imperceptible voice, "Let's go to the theater, you... follow Sunday."
Cheng Che raised his eyes and said, "Have you noticed that there is something strange in this beautiful little bird's heart?"
"Yeah." Walter lowered his eyes and said in a faint voice, "I felt a little bit of... madness under the elegant body, or perhaps, the taste of ambition."
It's a strange intuition, but it's really convenient to act on intuition.
The biggest problem might be that I try to control my thoughts so that they don't go astray. Although it helps to focus, I don't have the divergent train of thought like Cheng Che, and sometimes I'll stumble upon the correct answer.
I just feel a little sorry for my hair.
“Perhaps collapse is a better word?”
Cheng Che turned his head to look at Zhou Ri, carefully observing the expression on his face from a distance of ten meters. After a long while, he spoke, "Madness under long-term despair."
Hearing this, San Yue Qi touched his head and said, "Can you explain it in more detail? What does long-term despair mean? He is the head of the family."
How could the head of the Oak family remain in despair for so long?
"I don't know the reason, but it should be related to freedom or personality, right?" Cheng Che thought for a moment, rubbing his fingertips gently on his sleeves, "It's like a river bank. It was originally poorly built without a good foundation, and then it was eaten away by termites. Now it's hit by waves after waves, and it's on the verge of collapse."
San Yue Qi frowned slightly, "You seem to be scolding Sunday for his poor mental quality?"
"Hmm? Really?" Cheng Che was surprised. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "Not bad. After all, it seems that their childhood was not happy. It's good that they can persist for so long without a solid foundation."
Cheng Che glanced at March Seven and patted Xing's shoulder, "Then I'll go play with Sunday. Actually, I'd rather play with Robin."
"Don't even think about it."
A cold male voice came from behind. Zhou Ri looked at Cheng Che with a sullen face, and the threat in his eyes was obvious.
Cheng Che glanced sideways, opened his mouth but didn't say the words that his brother-in-law used to stimulate the young man in front of him.
He pursed his lips, as if compromising a little. "Okay, then I'll go with you to find the star core. Let me make it clear first. If this star core is useful, I'll keep it. If it's not useful, I'll eat it. Is that okay?"
As he spoke, he looked at Walter with an inquiring look.
Walter and Ji Zi looked at each other and nodded towards Cheng Che.
Cheng Che then looked at Zhou Ri and walked beside him, whispering something.
Walter looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and just when he wanted to feel heavy in his heart, he heard something.
Whispering came from the front, the voices of the two young men were suppressed to a level that was very low but clearly audible.
"Does it hurt to get the earrings on your wings?"
"Can I watch you next time you change your wing nails?"
"What do you think about me getting my wings spiked? Do you have a doctor you would recommend?"
"But you have to take the blame for me. When you see my family next time, tell them that you threatened me and beat me up."
Chapter 748 He is the Masked Fool!!!
"Mr. Gopherwood?"
Cheng Che heard this somewhat familiar but mostly unfamiliar name and couldn't help but wonder, "Is he some important member of the family? I seem to have heard of him somewhere before."
Hearing this, Sunday lowered his eyes and remained silent.
He walked slowly along the road, following Gallagher's instructions to find the means of transportation between the Dream Reef and the real dream. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "When Robin and I were young, we encountered the Star Core Disaster and survived the disaster. Later... Mr. Gophermu adopted us. Robin and I are the brother and sister who survived the Cancer of All Worlds disaster, and we are also orphans."
"Oh, orphan, I don't mind you calling me bitch..." Cheng Che quickly stopped his impolite remarks and looked at Zhou Ri, hesitant to speak, "So it turned out that I was right when I said that you didn't lay a good foundation just now."
If a seedling wants to grow tall and straight, sunlight, water, and soil are important, but external support is even more important. After all, not everyone has genes that make them geniuses.
Perhaps the greatest injustice for mankind is the forced choice we make at birth. We have no right to choose and can only accept it.
After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Che patted Zhou Ri's shoulder and said, "Don't feel sorry. If you regret it, I can go back to your memory and look for you and Robin when you were little. I've already picked up a child for Jing Yuan, so I'm not afraid of picking up two more."
Sunday:……
He must have something wrong with his brain just now, so he talked about these topics with Cheng Che. Maybe he was just bored!
Sunday's mouth was tightly pursed, and the palms hidden behind his back tightened unconsciously, "No regrets, you see, the robin is very good."
"Yeah." Cheng Che responded and said calmly: "You are also very good. I have said since I first met you that you are the kind of person I want to be, but unfortunately, I can't do it."
Sunday moved his eyes over with a puzzled look, "?"
"People I've seen since I was a kid can put on a smiling face even when they're unhappy, just like you." Cheng Che put his hands in his pockets and touched the bald-haired Agu, "But I can't do it. I'll say something even if others don't provoke me, not to mention the kind of occasions and people that make me uncomfortable."
Cheng Che pinched Agu's paw with his fingertips, and his mind began to think about the unknown creature's egg that he had left on the train and had long forgotten. He said something irrelevant, "Maybe it's because I've seen it too many times, and this kind of person had absolute say when I was growing up, and I admire the strong, so I always want to be like this."
Sunday laughed, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "The mask cannot be taken off after wearing it for a long time, and... I really think my wish is perfect."
Cheng Che: ...
He's been pulling himself down to create a good feeling for Sunday, is it really useless?
Cheng Che took a deep look at Zhou Ri, then withdrew his gaze and sighed helplessly, "Okay, birds' beaks always remain hard even after being cooked. I can understand that."
He patted Sunday's shoulder, raised his hand to poke the earrings on Sunday's ears, and then poked the studs on the wings behind his head, then turned around and said, "I'm going to have some fun. Bye."
Sunday:……
Sunday stood there, slightly turning his body to look at Cheng Che: "I think the small task you received should be to follow me, right?"
"Yes, but if I follow you, it will ruin your little plan." Cheng Che carried Agu in his bag and took out his phone to type a text, trying to find a gold dust to communicate the existing information. "I really want to see this fun."
Elio had let him play in the mud by himself. What if he was so sleepy that Sunday couldn't do anything?
According to his many years of experience in following anime, the star core of Pinocchio can only be resolved if it exerts some dangerous effect. Even if it can be resolved directly, there is no guarantee what Sunday will do in desperation.
Zhou Ri watched Cheng Che walk away in silence, then he sighed softly and walked towards the direction where Chen Mian was.
at the same time.
Deep in the garden, several nameless guests stood in a small pavilion, looking at the chairs in front of them with complicated and heavy eyes.
On the chair, an old man with a hunched back was leaning back with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be holding something in his arms.
Xing was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and paid silent tribute to the senior Wumingke.
Gallagher stood not far away, looking at the old man with a look of sadness and heaviness, but more of it was emotion and reminiscence.
He had a hard time remembering what he had experienced, the company of old friends... or perhaps, he could no longer distinguish between real memories and fabricated memories.
"That Misha..."
After a long time, Walter finally spoke.
He looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes full of solemnity. "According to Cheng Che's idea, we can find that Mikhail's clothing matching is similar to Misha's, so we can confirm that Misha is Mikhail, but... this is just Cheng Che's method."
Hearing this, San Yue Qi came back to his senses, "That's true, but didn't Cheng Che just leave with Sunday? How can we confirm it?"
"came back."
The young man's voice came from behind him. San Yueqi turned back blankly, but his head suddenly felt heavy.
She tilted her head back and looked upwards, just in time to meet a pair of eyes that looked like golden brown in the night. "Why are you back? And you turned into a little crow?"
"I don't want to climb such a high staircase again." Cheng Che skillfully pulled San Yue Qi's hair and made a suitable place for himself to nest. "So I flew back. It really saves energy."
March 7:…
Yeah, but it's a bit of a drain on clothes.
March 7 thought for a moment, then turned to face Mikhail, "Can you confirm the relationship between Mikhail and Misha? And Gallagher's identity?"
"Has it been confirmed long ago?" Cheng Che had no expression on his face. "Although it's a bit euphemistic and indirect evidence, Misha is Mikhail. If you want to talk about Gallagher..."
Cheng Che glanced to the side, then looked away and lowered his voice, "Think carefully about who he looks like."
"Ah? Someone from the hound family?" San Yue Qi touched his head in confusion, but he touched the wings of a crow. He could only withdraw his hand and frowned, "My hair is falling out!"
"He is usually lazy when he is working and investigating cases, but he is quite energetic when he goes to the bar. He likes to drink and mix cocktails." Cheng Che's tone was extremely calm, as if he was stating some established facts. "He invited us to Pinocchio, but he took us for a walk in Pinocchio. Until now, he has been secretly watching us mourning in sadness. Who do you think he is?"
March 7:…
San Yue Qi thought about it, his eyes lit up, "He is the Masked Fool!!!"
Chapter 749 Lock it up!
Pinocchio, golden hour.
Walter stood in front of the square, looking at the statue of the clock boy in front of him, his face solemn, his palm pressing on the cane gradually tightened, "It seems that everything in Pinocchio is a metaphor."