Nero found that her boss was very meticulous. At least when she touched her bag, she could still find the gum that she was used to eating.
After unwrapping the package and chewing the gum, Nero closed her eyes and spread out her right palm.
A red airflow came out of her palm. At the same time, some fine particles began to appear on the ground where her palm was facing.
These were traces of iron elements hidden in the riverbed.
Soon after, these iron elements began to gather, elongate, change, and finally turned into the original shape of Yamato. Nero picked up the whole blade and waved her hand. She seemed to be satisfied.
Luoqiu looked at her curiously.
Nero shook the Yamato in her hand and said proudly, "People in the club think that I have just reached the first state. In fact, I am not. From the second state, Yamato is no longer limited by its appearance. What Uncle Cook took away was just an empty shell. But what the club wants to know is that they have failed to find a successor for at least ten times. And they may not know it. "
But Boss Luo just shook his head. Instead, he looked at the black thing that Nero had made while condensing the blade.
"This?" Nero was stunned, then she squatted down and began to dig the mixture of coke and soil nearby and attached it to the black thing, "Uncle Cook is very careful. Maybe during the day, he will come to see if the number of corpses is enough. If he finds that one of them is missing, I will take it."
Nero shook her head and said, "If we meet Uncle Cook in that state in the future … it's better not to provoke him."
"You are also very careful." Luoqiu praised.
After finishing the arrangement, Nero patted the stains on her hands, then ran away and dug out a box under a tree. Inside the box was the soul box that Boss Luo had given her to keep, the small disc used to chase the iron whistle, and a small bag.
"I knew Uncle Cook would definitely take my things. Fortunately, I hid them early on."
She opened the box used to store souls and grabbed the remaining souls inside. Then she hurriedly ran to Luoqiu, "This is the fake San 'er's, this is the fake Xiaozhi's, these are the healing souls … Ah, they are all used up."
Luoqiu said indifferently, "Actually, you don't have to ask me to heal you. The second form of Yamato means that you won't die."
Nero shook her head and said, "But I'm not interested in lying in this wilderness for a few months. I have to leave here as soon as possible. Moreover, we can't leave any traces that Uncle Cook will find. "
"Oh, right, I seem to be able to get a discount, right? Are there any leftovers? "Nero suddenly looked at Luoqiu and asked.
"It's just a small matter. Does Miss Nero also plan to use the discount?" Luoqiu said indifferently.
"Yes, is there a problem?" Nero said curiously, "The discount is in my hands. I'm free to use it however I want, right? Besides, if I use up the discount earlier, won't it be more convenient for you to exploit me? "
Luoqiu didn't intend to talk wittily with this woman. He said softly, "Customer, this is the leftovers."
He also gave Nero a soul light ball.
Nero shook her head and said, "Just use this to buy some good luck … and give it to the mother and daughter."
Luoqiu said softly, "Miss Nero is really considerate."
Nero stared at him with dissatisfaction and said, "Don't look at me like this. I'm also a woman, okay? Forget it, in fact, I can't talk to you at all. That's it, powerful boss. I'm leaving … Next time when I have nowhere to go, I will come to you again, BEY ~! "
It was another worthless flying kiss for the boss.
In this way, the tyrant of Michael Club successfully faked his death and left the club temporarily.
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…
Kuck, who was sitting quietly in the room, slowly opened his eyes at about this time yesterday … At this time, thinking of the strange feeling that happened to him last night, Kuck already understood what happened.
"It's good to leave here, so as not to cause trouble for me in the future." Kuck muttered, and at the same time, he tilted his head and looked at the door of the room.
Even before he recovered, as Mark, he had instinctive vigilance, let alone at this time.
The footsteps coming step by step naturally couldn't escape his ears.
The footsteps stopped in front of his door for a while, then there were a few small knocks on the door, and San Er's voice, "Mark, are you asleep?"
Kuck was silent for a while before saying indifferently, "What's the matter?"
San Er, who originally thought that she wouldn't get a response, was about to leave in disappointment. But at this time, she turned her head and approached the door again, saying softly, "Are you leaving tomorrow …?"
"En."
"… Will you leave after breakfast?"
"I will leave before dawn."
"You have recovered your memory, right? When you came back, you gave me a different feeling, "San Er whispered against the door.
It was really different. Whether it was his expression or her own feeling, it was already different. San Er keenly caught something.
"En."
After thinking about it, she finally plucked up the courage and said, "Mark. Do you … want to stay? "
There was no response in the room for a long time.
San Er probably knew that was the answer. She leaned against the door and sat down, hugging her legs.
She didn't know whether the man who broke into her life was sitting or leaning against the door, let alone what he was thinking at this time.
After a long time, San Er looked up and whispered, "Xiaozhi … will probably be very sad."
Kuck's voice came, "Children will soon forget people and things."
San Er suddenly tilted her head and asked, "What about adults?"
Kuck touched the door with his palm across the door, and said indifferently, "After a long time, adults will be the same."
San Er smiled sadly. After a while, she said, "Yes, if I don't look at the photos, I will almost forget my husband's appearance."
Kuck didn't speak.
San Er thought about what happened during this time, from Xiaozhi finding this man in the river to him living in her home.
She began to feel that it was good to have a man at home … when she was sick … when she had no one to rely on.
There were all kinds of times.
Even though there were more and more idle chatter, laughter that hadn't been heard for a long time still came to this small tofu shop.
"It seems that a lot of things have happened. It's like a dream." San Er smiled … She remembered some embarrassing things in the past.
"En." Kuck responded.
For him, what happened to Mark was also an experience … that he couldn't let go of for the time being.
"In the past, I never thought that so many things would happen to me."
San Er held her face at this time and said, "I got married very early, had a child, and had a good husband. Later, my husband died, and I just wanted to raise the child. Do you know? Sometimes I think that after more than ten years, am I going to be like the aunties next door, anxious about my daughter's marriage again. "
"More than ten years? It's too early. "Kuck said indifferently.
"Too early?" San Er was stunned, and then she giggled.
"What are you laughing at?" Kuck frowned.
San Er seemed to laugh more fiercely, and her eyes were misty, "I just want to laugh, can't I?"
"It's up to you." Kuck said indifferently.
"Mark, are you always so cold?"
"Because there is nothing to laugh at." Kuck also sat down against the door, and his back was also against the door. He did this subconsciously.
"Don't tell me that you can't encounter happy things all the time?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No, I just feel that it's too pitiful." San Er shook her head, "Even I had a lot of happy things in the past. Ah, I really miss the time when I was still in high school … By the way, do you know that once in high school, several naughty boys in the class secretly stuffed a small yellow disc in the Chinese teacher's textbook. Later, the teacher's wife found out, and I heard that they didn't sleep well that night. The next day in class, those boys were directly punished to run laps on the playground, and they said, "I won't look at yellow discs in the future." We were all watching it, and it was so funny! Why didn't you react … "
Kuck said, "What's so funny?"
San Er asked, "Isn't it funny?"
San Er thought for a while, "Then there is one more time. This time, you will definitely want to laugh. Let me tell you … "
The woman outside the door was talking about the things that she cherished in her youth. The man sat quietly inside the door and listened. He never laughed, but shook his head, and sometimes made a few simple comments.
"Isn't this funny?" San Er asked the same question tirelessly.
"If it's not funny, won't you tell the teacher directly?"
… …
"How about this?"
"So."
… …
For a long time.
San Er unconsciously leaned against the door and fell asleep.
The light in the room suddenly turned on, and then there was a slight continuous sound.
Slowly, it was dawn.
… …
… …
Later, San Er woke up because of the cool morning air. She stood up and silently opened the door to the room. The room was already empty and empty.
San Er gently held her arms with both hands, looking at the neatly folded quilt as if it had never been used, and the clothes that were folded on the quilt, and then walked towards the only table here.
A lifelike wooden swan that was slightly bigger than a palm was placed here. The basket under the table was filled with wood shavings that had been poured in after the cleaning.
San Er reached out and nodded on the wooden swan, then opened the curtains of the room and opened the glass window. The air outside was colder.
She leaned against the window, watching the sun begin to rise as usual, and smiled slightly.
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