Lin Qingliu, a game text planner, successfully hit the jackpot after his team's celebration feast, finding himself in a somewhat different world. Meteorite? What meteorite? Humanity is left wit...
Paperhanger.
A word that sounded a bit like civil engineering resounded through El's mind like a thunderclap at this moment.
Others may not know this person's reputation, but as a person who has actually received favors from him, he truly understands how powerful the other party is.
The way the members of the Seven Brothers Gang died was still vivid in his mind. El immediately stopped Ji Yongxing and Zhuang Mian who were ready to attack, and waved his hands to indicate that they had no ill intentions.
"Stop, stop, he is not an enemy!"
This can't be an enemy. Even if the three of us were tied together, we probably wouldn't be able to defeat him...
At this moment, the curly-haired researcher stood there in a daze. Ever since he gained super powers from divine revelation, he always wanted to observe everything around him.
No matter whether it is concise or not, it is a pleasure for him as long as he can observe it carefully.
But the man in front of him made him think for the first time that he should not observe him.
Even though Zhao Kai had turned into a meat ball, he could still withstand the huge mental pressure and take a few glances, but the thin man in front of him gave him a great sense of oppression.
"Gurgle~"
Ji Yongxing swallowed slightly, and the muzzle of the gun quickly left Lin Qingliu's chest, indicating that he had no ill intentions.
The same was true for Zhuang Mian, who was standing on the other side of El. The sudden appearance of a stranger did make this well-trained security captain alert, but even she did not dare to rashly pull the person in front of her into her dream...
The three of them silently made way for the meat ball, and Lin Qingliu walked towards the terrifying and disgusting meat ball with steady steps.
"Be careful, that's dangerous..."
Zhuang Mian was about to speak out to remind him, but was pulled by El's sleeve.
Looking sideways, the gray-haired boy said seriously:
"It would be better if we did not disturb Mr. Paperhanger."
Zhuang Mian looked silently at the two people beside him, and saw a trace of fear and trust on their faces. In the end, he chose to return to his original position and watched the so-called paperhanger approach the meatball little by little.
[Believer Wang Xiao, current state is abnormal]
In Lin Qingliu's field of vision, a line of pop-up windows with a hint of blood red appeared, reminding him that Wang Xiao at this moment was not a normal human being.
"Do I need to tell you that?"
Lin Qingliu secretly complained about the dullness of the system, walked to the front of the flesh ball that expanded and contracted with the rhythm of breathing, stretched out his right hand and stroked it.
The abilities of the four paths, [Flesh and Blood], [Space], [Dream], and [Natural History], were activated at the same time, and the breathing-like wriggling of the meat ball suddenly stopped.
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Lin Qingliu appeared in a residential building in the outer city area.
The room looked like it was at least twenty years old, as the originally white decoration had turned beige.
Despite this, the breath of life and the aroma of dishes in objects large and small still speak of the warmth of this place.
He stood in the porch, looking at the dining table in the middle of the living room. Three people were sitting at the table with smiles on their faces.
One of them was facing the gate, and it was the younger Wang Xiao.
The man and woman sitting on both sides of him didn't notice Lin Qingliu at the door at all. They were singing birthday songs and clapping to the rhythm.
Wang Xiao's dilated pupils quickly focused, and then he saw Lin Qingliu standing at the door in the state of a paperhanger.
He was a little surprised at his current situation, but soon realized something and immediately planned to get up.
Lin Qingliu quickly waved his hand to signal Wang Xiao to sit down, and at the same time stretched out his finger with his other hand to ask him to be quiet. Then he sat on the shoe stool at the door and began to wait quietly.
Wang Xiao hesitated for a moment, but finally sat back and immersed himself in the warm family affection again.
The birthday song soon came to an end. The middle-aged man and woman looked at each other and then said in unison:
"Happy sixteenth birthday, son!"
The woman quickly opened the square box on the table.
"This is the cake your dad asked someone to bring from the inner city. Come and try it and see how it tastes."
A piece of cake was placed on the plate in front of Wang Xiao, but the teenager remained unmoved.
Lin Qingliu created a lucid dream, and Wang Xiao had an epiphany the moment he saw the man at the door.
The dream reproduced the happiest moment in his life, the extraordinarily sumptuous dinner at home on the day he turned sixteen.
Looking at the smiling faces of my parents, two lines of tears slowly flowed down.
"Son, why are you crying?"
The woman, who hadn't put down the knife yet, was startled and suddenly at a loss what to do.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm just so happy."
Wang Xiao wiped away his tears with his sleeve and began to chew and swallow the cake in front of him.
Looking at his son wolfing down the food, the serious middle-aged man with a military temperament also smiled with satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Wang Xiao put down the cutlery in his hand and suddenly stood up.
His parents were both stunned and asked in surprise:
"What's wrong?"
Wang Xiao shook his head.
"It's okay, it's okay. I just have something to deal with outside. I'll be back soon."
"Okay, then you better hurry up, or the food will get cold."
"Of course, of course."
After saying that, he quickly came to the door and looked at Lin Qingliu who was standing up from the shoe stool.
"sorry."
He wanted to call out the other person's name, but suddenly found that he didn't know the person in front of him.
"The paperhanger."
"Mr. Paperhanger, have I taken too long?"
Lin Qingliu thought for a moment and said:
"Fortunately, the brain is very active when a person is dreaming, and only two and a half minutes passed outside."
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