"Zero?" Roland asked tentatively.
She rolled her eyes, bent over to put the plate on the coffee table, and then sat down cross-legged.
"What are you doing there? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
The little girl's voice was soft and immature. Her figure was slender and she wore a light blue dress with white stockings. Her feet were almost the size of his palm. She was completely different from the crazy Pure Witch who clamored that she would never let him go.
But since she did not deny this name, it meant that she admitted that she was Zero.
What should I do? Kill her?
Now that she has the body of a little girl, it is impossible for her to tear me apart with her bare hands like an Extraordinary, right?
Roland first went into the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife rack and hid it at his waist, and then slowly walked to the coffee table.
He saw a fried egg and two fried dough sticks on his plate — well, one more than hers.
The outer ring of the egg was golden, the edges were slightly burnt, and the egg white in the middle was slightly swollen, revealing a touch of orange. Obviously, it was a perfect flowing egg.
Zero skillfully picked up her chopsticks and quickly stuffed her fried egg into her mouth. She then grabbed a fried dough stick and began to gnaw on it. "What were you doing yesterday? Were there cockroaches on the ceiling? "
"No... I thought it was a little dirty, so I wanted to wipe it." Roland casually made up an excuse.
"Really?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Didn't you know how to use a cloth hanging from a clothes fork to wipe it?"
"It didn't work well, but it's finally clean now." He coughed twice. "Did you do this?"
"Uncle, is your head alright?" Zero finally showed a worried look. "Haven't I been the one to do everything since I came here?"
"Since I came here? Then where were you before? " Roland opened his mouth, but finally did not ask. Obviously, if he continued asking, she would suspect his identity.
Zero quickly finished her breakfast and put her hand in front of him. "Money to buy groceries."
"Ah?"
"There are almost no groceries in the fridge. I have to go to the market today. How can I buy groceries without money?"
A junior high school student actually knows this? Roland subconsciously searched his body, but did not find his wallet. "Uh..."
"In the second drawer of your nightstand," Zero sighed.
He went back to his bedroom and found a shriveled wallet in a drawer. He opened it and saw that there were only three hundred dollars and a few lottery tickets.
"How much do you want?" Roland returned to the living room.
"Twenty. I can't carry any more than that."
Roland didn't feel bad spending other people's money, so he handed her a fifty yuan bill. "Save the extra for next time."
Zero looked at him strangely and put the money into her purse.
"Your hand …" Roland noticed that there were two band-aids wrapped around the man's fingers.
"I pricked myself when I was picking up glass shards. It's nothing serious … Of course, it would be better if you didn't throw things around." She shrugged, picked up her bag, and walked towards the door. "I'm going to school. I won't be back in the afternoon. You can wash the dishes."
"Wait, isn't it summer vacation now?"
"Of course it's tutoring." Zero put on her shoes and poked her head out from behind the door. "Uncle, if your head still hurts, you should go to the hospital. Don't do this kind of stupid thing again."
After half a minute, Roland walked out of room 0825, leaned over the railing and looked down.
Zero's figure soon appeared in his field of vision. Her white hair was always particularly eye-catching, but the passersby seemed to be used to it. No one turned around to look at her. She waited downstairs for a while until the other two silly girls with backpacks ran up to her. Then the three of them disappeared into the alley together.
"Did she make friends here?"
Roland rubbed his forehead. "This dream is too absurd."
"What should I do next? Should I follow her?"
He didn't believe that Zero could really simulate a complete city.
Just as Roland turned around to look for the key in his room, his body suddenly stiffened and he stood still.
He saw a pretty woman walking towards him.
She had long, light gray hair and raised eyebrows. Her lips and nose were somewhat similar to Tilly's, but she had a coldness and arrogance that kept people thousands of miles away.
He had never seen her before, but the memory in Prince Roland's mind clearly told him that she was his sister, Princess Garcia of Graycastle.
"Garcia Wimbledon!"
Roland subconsciously reached for the fruit knife at his waist.
"Get out of the way." The woman showed a disgusted expression. "I want to go over."
"You … don't know me?" He was greatly surprised.
"Pfft." The woman sneered. "Why should I know you? You dyed your hair the same color as mine, and you want to get close to me? "
Roland stared at her and slowly stepped aside. "You're Garcia, right?"
"…" The woman's face became gloomy. "Although I don't know where you heard my name, I warn you, you'll suffer if you keep pestering me." She stretched out her right hand and clasped her fingers one by one. Her joints made a cracking sound as if she had been trained in fighting.
When she returned to her room and slammed the door shut, Roland pretended to stroll around and walked over to take a look.
The room number was 0827, and it was next door.
Looking at the security doors lined up along the walkway further away, he suddenly had a horrifying thought.
"How many residents are there in this apartment building?"
"Anyway, the length of the public corridor is amazing. I can't even see the end of the corridor when I stand in front of the door of room 27!"
Once this thought arose, it was difficult to suppress it.
He returned to his room as fast as he could and found the key. After confirming that the door could be opened, he locked the door and ran toward the increasing number of rooms.
The corridor under his feet was as long as a 400-meter-long straight track!
Panting, Roland came to the end of the corridor near the stairwell. The last room number was 0899.
"This is incredible. Who would put nearly 100 apartments in one floor of a tube-shaped apartment building?" "According to the style of the 70s and 80s, a row of more than 10 apartments is already considered a large scale."
Roland then climbed up the stairs.
The iron handrails were mostly made of iron, and the green paint on the surface had almost peeled off. Obvious rust and dust could be seen. Numerous small advertisements were pasted in the corridor, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the times. This kind of "psoriasis" should have disappeared in the big cities long ago.
The top floor was the 22nd floor.
There was no nameplate on the security door at the end, and even the window was not open.
He checked the rooms one by one until the first number appeared in front of him: 2245.
There were a total of 2,124 households in the entire apartment building.
"Over the years, I've devoured thousands of soldiers, including an Extraordinary. You can't beat me!" "…"
Zero's words from the life-and-death fight on the rooftop came to his mind again.
"Are all the people living here the losers of the Battle of Souls?"
Roland could not help but be dumbfounded by this speculation.
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