Chapter 136 Fu Ze, List, I have time right now, myself...

By the time the two returned to the ground, it was already noon.

Strolling to the spot where Fu Ze had almost asked Yuan Jianxing to perform on the street after learning that he could play the saxophone, the two of them tacitly sat down on the same bench again.

Turning his gaze away from the street performer who was still in the same spot, Fu Ze asked, "So, continuing our previous topic, what did you want to know about me?"

Yuan Jianxing, without glancing to the side, said, "I forgot."

In fact, he hadn't forgotten.

He not only remembers all the questions he asked, but he can even remember the order in which he asked them.

However, many things cannot be said without the right context and atmosphere.

At least Hara Mihoshi couldn't do that.

Fu Ze didn't use this as an excuse to evade the question, and said directly, "Then I'll just elaborate on what I can barely remember about the question. If you remember anything, feel free to add it."

He cleared his throat and began to answer in a serious and earnest tone:

Name: Fu Ze, Age: 25

"I was born in a second-tier industrial city in the northern part of the country, which is roughly similar to V City, a city with a technological downgrade."

"There are no upside-down trams in mid-air, and no giant 3D projection advertisements at night."

"Due to the city's early development, the roads in the city center are somewhat narrow, but fortunately they are very clean."

"Oh right! You can think of it as Chinatown in L City."

Listening to Fu Ze's description, Yuan Jianxing tried his best to imagine what the city where the other person had lived as a child looked like.

During this period, he also placed a hopping figure on streets that were said to look messy due to the replacement of broken paving stones.

No matter how much Fu Ze added to the details, the scene remained empty for Yuan Jianxing.

He didn't know when the streetlights came on, nor the color of the plants in the roadside flowerbeds, let alone the aroma wafting from the corner bakery.

"I attended a primary school near my home, which was located in a market area. Although I didn't study much, I was still admitted to a prestigious junior high school because of my outstanding grades."

"On the first day of school, after seeing my excellent report card and well-behaved appearance, the teachers appointed me as a class leader."

"But a month after school started, I went from being a 'confidant' to a 'major threat.' Not only was I dismissed from my post, but I was also moved to a single room next to a desk."

As Fu Ze's former boss, Yuan Jianxing could fully imagine and understand Fu Ze's entire thought process.

"My favorite subject... is probably computer science, because I can play computer games openly."

"The teacher was lecturing upstairs, and I was playing downstairs."

"Once you've learned something, write it down and then put it into writing and post it online."

"It was through this opportunity that I got to know many game producers, and I would help them with whatever work I could during my spare time."

"By the time I graduated from university, I had become the kind of '22-year-old graduate with ten years of work experience' who was considered a top-tier fresh graduate."

Fu Ze knew that everything he said was unfamiliar to Yuan Jianxing, and that he would never be able to touch or understand it.

Therefore, he tried to describe his experiences in as much detail as possible so that Yuan Jianxing could imagine and understand them.

This is actually very unfair.

From beginning to end, there was a one-way membrane between him and Yuan Jianxing.

He could get through it, but he couldn't see Xing coming.

"Thank you for your concern. My parents are in very good health. They've been so healthy that since they retired, they've started traveling and enjoying life, leaving me, their son who's still in school, all alone at home."

At this point, Fu Ze's expression suddenly turned serious.

“Once, they brought me a fruit pie when they came back from a trip, saying it tasted great and that I had to try it.”

Hara Kensei readily followed up with, "The result?"

"After I finished eating, they told me that they seemed to have forgotten that the fruit pie needed to be refrigerated and had been left at room temperature on the table for a day, and told me not to eat it." Just recalling this incident made Fu Ze pale. "I vomited for an hour, and then dragged myself to the hospital to get three IV drips."

Yuan Jianxing felt both sorry for him and amused: "Didn't you notice anything wrong when you ate it?"

"High in oil and sugar, plus lethal amounts of flavoring, even a drug-sniffing dog wouldn't notice anything wrong with it!" Fu Ze said with great distress. "Anyway, from now on, I will never eat any fruit pie again."

As if it had caught some key word, just as Fu Ze was speaking, a pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulder, stretching its neck and trying to beg for food such as corn kernels or breadcrumbs.

After playfully teasing it a few times, Fu Ze asked Yuan Jianxing, "Hey, could you go to that convenience store over there and buy some bread slices? Just the regular kind will do."

Although his statement seemed perfectly reasonable in the current context.

But Hara knew that this was the other party's way of getting him away.

And that pigeon wasn't just any ordinary pigeon; it was one of the many methods Fu Ze used to search for and track the ravens.

Thinking of ravens, Hara no Hoshi unconsciously looked at his wrist.

The thin, silvery-white thread that draped over his wrist remained entangled in his heart, tightening more and more with the passage of time.

Actually, Yuan Jianxing could have asked Fu Ze if he knew what it was.

But for some reason, he never did it.

That thin, fragile membrane, woven from fine threads, seemed to be the only way to maintain their current state.

Without saying much, Yuan Jianxing simply replied "okay" and got up to walk towards the convenience store.

The moment he turned his head, an extremely subtle ripple spread out from behind him like a ripple on the surface of a pond.

Yuan Jianxing paused for a moment.

He didn't need to turn around to confirm; he knew that at this moment, there was no one behind him.

Where Fu Ze went, no one knows.

No one knows when Fu Ze will return.

But at least so far, the other party has never completely disappeared from our sight.

Such a considerate act, upon closer reflection, is exceptionally cruel.

Using almost all her strength to suppress the urge to turn around, Hara Kensei continued walking towards the convenience store across the street.

By the time he had crossed the street and could see the situation on the bench through the reflection in the convenience store's glass door, Fu Ze had already sat back down.

It was as if he had never left.

Upon closer inspection, Yuan Jianxing noticed that the other person's cuff had been torn, and a dark red stain was seeping through the edge of the tear.

Instead of repairing the tear, Fu Ze simply rolled it up and hid it inside his coat.

After doing all that, he glanced in the direction where Yuan Jianxing was, and after confirming that the other person in the convenience store couldn't see him, he curled up and started panting heavily.

Like a fish out of water and exposed to the scorching sun.

In fact, all of this was seen by Yuan Jianxing, who was behind the shelf and watching Fu Ze through the gaps in the product packaging.

The bread in his hand was instantly deformed from being squeezed.

The packaging was also torn, and as Yuan Jianxing exerted force with his palm, it continuously released the unique aroma of malt.

Yuan Jianxing only snapped out of her daze when Fu Ze on the bench regained his composure.

Unable to bring himself to do something as inconsiderate as putting it back on the shelf, he could only carry the tattered bread to the checkout and begin his journey home.

Taking the bread from Yuan Jianxing, Fu Ze bluntly complained, "Why did you buy such an unremarkable-looking one?"

His elation completely masked his earlier weakness.

"It's just for feeding pigeons anyway, so appearance doesn't matter." Yuan Jianxing said without batting an eye. "The key thing is, it's on sale for 90% of its original price."

"No need to say anything more, it's a perfect loaf of bread." Fu Ze nodded knowingly and praised, "So thrifty and frugal, my chief!"

After discovering that Yuan Jianxing was carrying bread, the flock of pigeons had already gathered around, making "coo coo coo" sounds as they circled around the two of them, eagerly awaiting the feeding.

Fu Ze did not disappoint them. After tearing open the packaging, he generously tore the bread slices into several pieces and casually tossed them away.

The flock of pigeons immediately dispersed, crowding into several groups around the spot where the bread had landed, their gray-white wings flapping and stirring up dust and fine down.

As they peck at the food, the bread is torn into small pieces with a "cha-cha" sound as their sharp beaks tap the ground.

A few breadcrumbs bounced into the air during the scramble, only to be caught by sharp-eyed pigeons that leaped up and caught them.

The pigeon that had landed on Fu Ze's shoulder to warn him was now squeezed to the outermost edge.

Whenever it timidly peeks inside, it is pushed out by flapping wings and can only anxiously circle around in place, making soft gurgling sounds.

Fu Ze tore off a piece of bread for the poor little guy and asked, "How many things on your list do we need to do together again?"

"If we don't count the adjudication bureau office and the crime scenes we've been to, that should be about it."

Before Yuan Jianxing could answer, he began to count the items himself:

"I've been to the Clock Tower Square."

The various dents and scrapes left by the two when they made an emergency landing have been filled with putty, and unless you look carefully, you can't see any trace of them.

"I've been on a cruise ship."

It even helped resolve the conflict between Xu Xiezhi and Lu Er.

"I've been to the used furniture market."

If Yuan Jianxing hadn't forcibly restrained Fu Ze, who had been chanting "shut up and take my money" ever since they entered the furniture store, there probably wouldn't have been any room left in their house by now.

Going back further, we have to go to the place they visited when they first arrived in L City...

Seemingly anticipating what Yuan Jianxing was about to say, Fu Ze preemptively declared: "Let me emphasize this: I will not set foot in Cui Ya's restaurant until that guy removes his Noir & Nectar from the menu."

Having learned about the "background" of Fu Zehe's fruit pie during their previous conversation, Yuan Jianxing accepted the other party's objection and asked, "Anything else?"

besides?

Fu Ze blinked like a student who had been daydreaming in class and was suddenly called on by the teacher to answer a question, then guiltily looked away.

Going back further, we need to trace it back to the stage of Wan Chuanqiu.

Considering his outlaw-like actions at that stage, he only hoped that this matter could be put to rest as soon as possible.

However, it seems that some people don't think that way.

Just then, Fu Ze's work phone rang.

The caller turned out to be the screenwriter of the movie that was based on the true stories of Wan Chuanqiu and Yuan Jianxing.

What kind of precise advice is this, bringing up the very thing you don't want to talk about!

Looking up at the sky, Fu Ze tried to send a GM-like aura through the rising and falling clouds to the [Central Hub of All Things] built on the satellite, which was responsible for calculating everything.

However, the operation of the "Center of All Things" does not change according to individual will.

Moreover, as an entity detached from the world system, the GM's subjective will will not be taken into consideration by the [Center of All Things].

Left with no other choice, Fu Ze had to answer the phone.

"Hello, screenwriter, why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

"Oh, the director is here too."

"I'd like to ask if the former deputy director has time to come to the top floor of the Fengyue Building to provide on-site guidance?"

"I understand their pursuit of script quality and scene effects."

"But he seems to be quite busy lately..."

Unexpectedly, after publicly confirming their relationship, Yuan Jianxing, who had never taken the initiative to participate in any matters related to Que Ling, actually interrupted their conversation without permission: "I have time."

“I have time for anything related to him.”