Chapter 13: Cold and mice infesting the house?
Every game has various card drawing mysteries, which are released and shared by the European emperors, and the black guys summarize them and believe them to be true... Although most of the time, mysteries cannot change right and wrong, and mysteries only work on the European emperors, and the black guys keep silent after trying them.
As a black man with black roots, a tough African who has brushed his attributes forty-four times in a row and got Lucky D, Chaomu is naturally also good at summarizing metaphysics and deceiving himself... No, it's self-enlightenment.
If you think about it carefully, it is reasonable that no cards are dropped when drawing at Kurosawa's house. It is not her problem at all - Kurosawa, the pitch-black pool, and Kurosawa's wardrobe full of black clothes, this environment has a big problem.
In addition, the guy Kurosawa Zhen and her were obviously incompatible, and with the accumulation of multiple debuffs, she was further suppressed. No matter how lucky she was, it would be difficult for her to make a move.
And the current Amuro family...
The gray little raccoon held the trash can and poked his head out from under the desk, glancing at the blond young man who was sleeping on the bed with a frown on his face.
Fortunately, this neighbor, whose true face she saw for the first time, seemed to have finally lowered the proportions of the tall, muscular men on their floor. Although his muscles looked well-developed, he was not the type who looked like he could punch a raccoon to death.
Mr. Amuro's sleeping posture didn't seem very good. In the few minutes she had been hiding in the room, he had already turned over again, and the already shaky blanket was hanging under his waist, caught by the bulging muscles of his penis.
There seemed to be no trace of other fabric beneath the quilt. Chaomu sighed heavily: "It's okay if you're dark-skinned, but can't you wear clothes with red dots? If you really like sleeping naked, at least wear a pair of red shorts."
She shifted her gaze to his very soft blond hair and three-dimensional facial features, and thought seriously for a while about what country's blood he was mixed with.
The African skin made this NPC named Amuro Toru look a bit unlucky for her, but his European blond hair made up for it very well... Even if we take a step back, there are still some pink spots on his body, and he is not completely black. It shouldn't be like Kurosawa Jin who made her lose everything... ?
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the blond youth fluttered his eyelashes and rolled over, uttering a muffled nasal sound in his sleep. The raccoon hugged the trash can tightly, knowing he couldn't hesitate any longer and had to pull the card quickly.
She cautiously poked the trash can, and the card pool details popped up.
[You have unlocked the special scene item: Amuro Toru's trash can]
[Amuro's trash can: Perhaps only the toilet paper and cold medicine boxes in the can can prove that Amuro Toru is an ordinary person, not a robot made by Neon's local black technology.]
[Special Limited Drop: SSR Skill Book "How to Become a Perfect Worker" and "Three Faces: Perfect Disguise"
SR Skill Book "How to Drive a Car into a Plane" Amuro Toru Trial Card (5min)...]
Three-faced face... should be a camouflage skill.
Compared to this, Chaomu was more curious about the other two skills: SR skills looked like racing skills, what was that "perfect worker" thing about? Was her neighbor some kind of "chosen office worker"? Working hard enough to get an SSR skill book...
Judging from the introduction of the trash can, Mr. Amuro went to bed at 11 o'clock today, probably because he was so tired that he caught a cold... Sleeping naked with a cold?
With subtle admiration for the neighbor's physique, Chaomu devoutly drew a card - as expected, only a level N fever-reducing medicine box came out.
The raccoon swung its tail to the ground in displeasure and put the medicine box into its backpack.
I was originally thinking of helping him pull up the quilt if the goods were delivered... Now not stripping his quilt off and pouring cold water on him can be considered as the player's kindness and consideration.
She angrily put the trash can back to its original place, tiptoed out of the desk, and was about to return the same way, but she stopped when she passed the sleeping blond young man.
Throwing cold water on her would easily get her noticed, and I wonder if covering a cold neighbor with a blanket would earn her any rewards...like [Repaying Kindness with Kindness] or something like that? Rewarding her with 200 Raccoon Coins?
She didn't know if this was a mind control game. When she just had this idea, the system popped up a window at the right time.
[Ding! You have opened the special event: Neighbor with a Cold]
Your neighbor is suffering from a fever. Faced with such a fragile person, what do you choose?
[Recommended option A: Tuck him in considerately and leave.]
[Recommended option B: After covering him with the quilt, shake him awake, tell him that you covered him with the quilt, and have him kneel down to thank you.]
[Recommended option C: Remove the blanket from him and pour cold water on him to help him cool down physically.]
Although the system did not force the player to follow the options, Chaomu's fingers were still itching to move to option C.
It was so wicked, she kind of liked it - if it was Kurosawa Jin lying on the bed now, she would probably choose C and double it up on that basis.
However, Mr. Toru Amuro in front of him did not do anything wrong, and Chaomu still felt a little pity for him - working people should not harm working people, so let's not bother him and just cover him with a blanket.
She tiptoed to the bed, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her claws to help him pull the quilt that had hung below his waist back onto his body.
The blond youth's sleeping position wasn't entirely proper. She'd tucked him in, covering his neck, but his arms restlessly slipped out from under the covers. His slender forearms rested against his cheeks, his dark muscles casting a honeyed glow in the dim light. His breathing was a little rapid in the heat. "Hmm..."
The sound is quite nice.
As for the dark brown muscles, although it is not very friendly to the card drawing results, from a visual perspective, splashing water or applying olive oil should have a good effect.
The little raccoon sighed, thinking that he was too kind, and helped him tuck his arms back into the quilt.
Perhaps this movement startled the already restless blond youth, whose golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed as he opened his eyes: "...Who is it..."
Before he opened his eyes, the furry little animal slid from his arms to the bed with a cua sound, shook its tail, and struggled to squeeze itself under the bed.
I’m going to be squeezed into a raccoon pancake...!
It seemed that half of the tail was still outside. Hearing the sound of the fabric rubbing on the bed, Chaomu quickly grabbed his own tail and tidied it up and brought it in.
After she lay down under the bed with her short limbs stretched out, she fell into a brief contemplation: After all, she hadn't done anything bad, so why should she hide?
The player was just passing by and kindly covered her neighbor who had a cold and was sleeping naked with a blanket - Amuro Toru should have politely said thank you when he saw her, instead of asking "Who are you and how did you get in" in an ungrateful way.
While she was thinking, the young man had already sat up, forcing his sick body to look around alertly. His pair of purple-gray, slightly drooping eyes were still misty, but his gaze could not hide his sharpness.
"...Is this an illusion...?" He placed his hand on the gun beside his pillow and scanned the room warily. "I feel like something is..."
The blankets, which had just been put on, slid down again, piling up on his hips. Amuro Toru's eyes swept over the still-closed doors and windows and the untriggered mechanisms, and his tense back relaxed slightly.
But now, he cannot completely let his guard down - given his current identity and mission, even the slightest mistake could cause him to lose everything.
He got out of bed barefoot and quietly inspected under the desk and wardrobe. The bed was designed so that the mattress could be lifted up for storage, and the space underneath was very small, so it was impossible to hide someone, so he didn't pay much attention.
Amuro Toru was trying hard to keep himself from feeling uncomfortable, and Chaomu wasn't feeling any better either.
To prevent herself from fainting from lack of energy in someone else's house, she ate the rice balls that Hagiwara Kenji had given her before coming. The space under the bed was so small that the raccoon's slightly bulging belly was squeezed flat, nearly squeezing her out. She could only cover her mouth tightly with one paw.
After finally relaxing, the blond young man returned to bed. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a slightly confused voice from above: "Is this... gray hair on the quilt?"
Chaomu: “……!”
Her golden pupils straightened up, and her gaze became serious: Was it because of staying up late that she lost her hair? She actually revealed a flaw...
Fortunately, the raccoon's fur wasn't particularly striking, and there were plenty of grayish-colored animals that would sneak into people's homes. She acted decisively, stretched out her claws and scratched the bedpost, making a rustling sound, and pinched her throat to make a "squeak."
"…Rats…"
Amuro's head ached from the still-heated temperature. He pressed his forehead, exhaled sharply, and finally lay back down on the bed.
Wait until tomorrow... He still has tasks to deal with in the second half of the night, so he must first ensure his sleep...
The patient in the bed finally stopped tossing and turning, and his breathing became steady again. Chaomu waited for about half an hour before squeezing out from under the bed and slinking away.
[Special Event: Mr. Neighbor with a Cold has been completed without taking damage!]
[Reward: Raccoon Coin +10 Beihua Town Reputation +1 Stealth EXP++]
[Achievement: Raccoon Coins +10 for the Little Mouse Under the Bed]
The reward for this minor event was surprisingly good, even adding Stealth experience points. Chaomu pondered the matter for a moment and guessed that it was because she hadn't been discovered that she had gained some Stealth experience points.
She returned home, counted her spoils, and temporarily forgave this world that was so unfriendly to black people.
Anyway, these card pools are refreshed once a day for free, and you can draw cards again tomorrow. The sunk cost is not particularly high... and the crash is not particularly unacceptable.
She'd been thinking about exploring Kong Tiao's house at night, but the experience of squeezing under the bed just now still made her feel a little nauseous. The little raccoon slumped on the carpet with her paws facing the air, wondering if she should take a shower when she saw her phone screen light up.
Most Important Friend #1: I haven't replied to your message yet... Where is Xiao Chaomu now? Is he still at work? (Puppy is worried)
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Raccoon: I'm off work, just got out of your brother's bed (totally wrong)
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