Mark looked at the front of the alley, but he didn't see anything.
He didn't understand the meaning of the candy in his hand.
But he had an extraordinary sense of touch … With a thought, Mark put Xiaozhi down and opened the back door of the tofu shop to let her in.
Mark squatted down and said calmly, "Listen, your mother didn't let you come out because she hates you. She was just afraid of passing the cold to you. "
"Really?" Xiaozhi still didn't know what a lie was.
Mark just nodded, "If you don't believe it, you can go to your mother's room. She won't scold you now."
Xiaozhi said, "Uncle Mark, can you bring me to play with you again? It's amazing!! "
The little girl, who was only a few years old, had a unique skill that made adults unable to harden their hearts and refuse her. Her big eyes sparkled like pure elves.
"Okay."
Mark didn't say any nonsense. He just gently pushed the little girl away and closed the back door. Of course, Mark even put a stick on the outside to prevent the little girl from pushing the door open and walking out.
He did things very carefully … but he didn't notice it himself.
Mark narrowed his eyes slightly at this time. His eyes were sharp like an invincible spear. He quickly walked in the direction where the strange candy came from.
…
San Er was hesitating and didn't know what to do. She was annoyed that she scolded her daughter, and also ashamed that she would do such a shameful thing.
She was almost found out … Maybe, Mark really saw something?
San Er suddenly felt that she didn't even have the courage to step out of the room at this time … But, was Xiaozhi crying now?
She could vaguely hear her daughter's crying, which seemed to be coming from downstairs … It seemed to be from the back door?
At this time, the door of the room slowly opened, and a small head poked in from the gap of the door. San Er looked at Xiaozhi like a frightened little animal, and her heart was painful and uncomfortable. She couldn't help but pat the bed and whisper, "Xiaozhi, come to mom."
Xiaozhi rushed to San Er's bed, but she didn't get too close. Instead, she said carefully, "Uncle Mark said that mom, you just asked me to go away because you were afraid that you would pass the cold to Xiaozhi, right?"
"He … did he really tell you that?" San Er hesitated for a moment.
Xiaozhi nodded seriously, "Yes! En! "
"Is Uncle Mark outside the room now?" San Er suddenly asked.
Xiaozhi said, "I don't know. Uncle Mark seemed to have just locked the door and left."
San Er didn't say anything. She just sighed and said softly, "Xiaozhi, can you move a stool here and accompany your mother?"
"Good! Is Mom going to tell me a story? "
"Okay, Mom will tell you a story." San Er smiled. "What story do you want to hear?"
"The story of Snow White and the seven big mushrooms!"
…
…
Turning left after turning left … Mark didn't know why he chose to walk in this direction.
Even if he didn't see any unfamiliar figure in front of him — as for why he chose to take these paths, it seemed to come from his intuition.
As for where this intuition came from, Mark couldn't figure it out.
He still couldn't remember who he was or where he came from … but he did remember a lot of things.
For example, some very practical things.
Mark finally stopped in a short alley — he stopped in the middle of this short alley. His eyes became sharper and sharper, looking at every place in this short alley!
Suddenly, Mark's arm exerted force and swept fiercely behind him!
When his palm turned into a knife and swept 180 degrees behind him, a figure quickly took a step back and dodged the sweep.
In front of him was a strange young woman with white hair, strange clothes, and hands in pockets … Nero.
"Still as sensitive as a beast, I can't get close to you at all." Nero tilted her head, "So, I haven't remembered you for a long time, Cook."
"You … know me?" Mark frowned.
Nero also frowned at this time, and then suddenly bent her legs slightly … The long legs with amazing elasticity suddenly turned and kicked at him.
Mark was stunned. It seemed that he was quite uncomfortable with this strange woman's sudden attack. He just raised his hand in front of him to block, but the strength of this kick knocked him to the wall.
Nero didn't continue to attack, but tilted her head and said, "Well … Cook, where's your Thousand-Thorn Thorn?"
"Who are you? Do you know me? " Mark's brows furrowed even deeper … But perhaps it was because of the attack just now, his whole body began to be on guard at this moment.
"Hell Demon, is this family lying?"
Nero suddenly turned her neck and looked at the long black tube behind her … But in the blink of an eye, Nero nodded, "It doesn't seem to be lying … that is to say, I can't get anything out of her for the time being."
She finally pulled her hand out of her pocket, but she was clutching her hair like an uncle. She grumbled, "Ah … this is so troublesome. Why did I run into the amnesia scenario? Should I take you back? I don't want to carry a person who doesn't know anything so far … Originally, I planned to take advantage of the mission fork to go back to that 'motherland'. But the mission has a time limit, and it's not easy to come out … so why did you lose your memory? Could I have found a fake Cook? "
Mark still didn't have any impression of this strange woman … but his intuition told him that he had a lot of inexplicable relationships with this woman.
As for this woman … didn't she talk too much?
Did she like to talk to herself?
"Instead of nagging here, why don't you tell me what you know?" Mark didn't relax his vigilance at all, but put forward his own suggestion.
"Well … forget it, you can continue to lose your memory. I'm leaving. "
Unexpectedly, the white-haired woman in front of him suddenly said such a sentence, jumped up to the wall, and looked down at him condescendingly, "Anyway, your head is damaged, but your body is not. At least you won't die."
"Make it clear!"
Nero's eyes curved into a crescent moon, "I'll help you with the 26th seat … You can enjoy the life of this country's Jiangnan River here … but remember, you owe me a favor!"
With that said, Nero waved her hand enthusiastically at the man in an old white shirt who still looked down, "Anning Hei Kasaiyo ~"
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