Chapter 06 Antique Pawnshop (2)

It was already noon, and seeing people coming and going but no one was doing any transactions, Siming stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

Dragging his robe, Siming walked towards the small door behind the counter. What came out again was a projection made of small plastic flowers, an ordinary clerk wearing gray. He sat in his previous position, put away the account books and tea cups that Siming had messed up, and sat upright behind the counter. The other

two projections, No. 2 was in the countryside inside the city. People there were walking around near the pawnshop. Some were trying to steal things, while others were trying to exchange broken basins for scissors. They were still coming in continuously, and the waiter was trying to cope with them.

No. 3 was in a small town outside the city that was even farther away than the countryside. Although there are always strange beasts outside the city, people who do not have enough identification points cannot enter, so many people who were expelled from the city and could not go to another city settled nearby for comfort.

The same projection, but not many people are interested here. They stay away from the pawnshop. Even if there are curious people, they only peek from a distance, even when Plastic Flower later controlled the projection shop waiter to greet people inside the door.

This is the best effort it can make. After all, the projection is limited in range. It is impossible to wander outside the door like Siming did before.

Here, Zhou also called Siming back and asked him to go to the kitchen to clean up and cook as soon as possible, but when he opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing inside, Siming still pursed his lips.

It was all his fault. He had been out for the past few days but forgot to buy groceries.

Siming turned around and glanced at Zhou Ye who was expecting to come over in a wheelchair. When the distance between them reached a certain range, they would achieve complete perception, sight, and touch.

"Sorry... my bad." Zhou Ye apologized to himself subconsciously, and then laughed at this behavior. He covered his lips habitually, and a single pear swirl emerged, and his black hair fell to the side of his face as he tilted his head.

"Do you want to go alone or come with us?" Siming slowly closed the refrigerator door.

"Let's go together. I haven't had a haircut in a long time, and it's all behind."

With the conclusion, Siming took off the peacock feather cloak he had been wearing, picked up the original body, and helped him change his shoes first.

Although Zhou Ye cannot walk, he still wears slippers or socks at home. Because his legs have no perception, they are particularly prone to injury without knowing it.

If they are not well maintained afterwards, the consequences may be devastating, so he attaches great importance to this process.

Siming half-knelt on the floor, and the originally neat grid on the ancient clothes was deformed by pressure, but his eyes were focused on Zhou Ye's legs. He first pushed the trousers up a little, and he looked carefully to make sure that the previous injuries would not be touched before he began to change his shoes.

He knew how fragile his body was, so he did not dare to slack off. He first supported the upper of the shoe with his hands, and then put it on his feet very slowly. Only when both feet were tied with shoelaces did Siming breathe a sigh of relief.

During this time, Zhou Ye put his hand on Siming's head. He couldn't let go of the smooth hair. When Siming stood up, his originally stern face with messy hair gave off a kind of beauty that didn't care about the life and death of the onlookers.

"Hahaha, it looks like a chicken coop!!" A small plastic flower appeared behind Zhou Ye's wheelchair and laughed.

"Shut up." Siming shouted, but he started to tidy up his hair. After ten seconds, he was finally able to go out.

The two first went to a nearby small supermarket. Because he had rejected the old man's sky-high price vase before, Zhou Ye carefully selected the certificate points that were only enough to buy food for a week. When passing by the aquatic area, he asked Siming to push faster, for fear that he could not help himself.

He was holding a large shopping basket in his arms, which contained ordinary farmed meat and a little bit of exotic rabbit meat - this was his favorite, and he would still want to eat it even if he had no money.

Finally, there were a variety of vegetables. The two of them spent a long time in the fruit area, bought some cherry tomatoes, and then quickly ran to the barber shop.

Looking at the two people leaving, several cashiers couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"That noble just watched Zhou Ye pay with his authentication points? Where's his authentication card?"

"He can't be a show-off, right? I said that the noble would never be interested in an ordinary commoner like him. He always thinks he's superior because of his talent, and now this is his retribution." "

Say less, maybe he doesn't want to spend other people's authentication points. I think the kid has a good personality."

"That's now..."

On the way to the store, Zhou Ye's stomach started to growl because he hadn't eaten for a long time, so Siming went to the roadside to buy some small cakes to fill his stomach first.

Zhou Ye was still swallowing in small sips until he was pushed into the store.

The clerk was a big brother with tattoos on his body. He saw Siming and was subconsciously alert, but he knew Zhou Ye well, so he still politely welcomed the two into the store.

"Brother Chen, just cut it shorter this time."

"Yeah, I understand, the old rules."

Boring haircuts were a regular item that Zhou Ye had every few months before he left Xiangshan City, but Brother Chen's unusual vigilance made Zhou Ye a little confused.

He has lived here for decades. Although Brother Chen looks like a social person, he has always had a good temper and can be patient with both the elderly and scoundrels.

Zhou Ye observed carefully and found that Brother Chen intentionally or unintentionally cast his eyes on the position where Siming sat. He felt as if he understood something. He pinched his vest a little too conspicuously.

"Zhou Zhou, something seems to be going on at store number three. You'd better go." Just as he

was cutting his hair by the ear, a small plastic flower suddenly appeared in the small barber shop, and others seemed to turn a blind eye. Zhou Ye naturally responded in his heart.

Afterwards, Siming, with the help of the plastic flower, apparently left through the ancient wooden door that appeared in the void, but in fact he was first teleported back to the pure white space, and then arrived at Pawnshop No. 3. As soon

as he came over, he saw that the store was in a mess. Several strong men were chasing two children with wooden sticks like thugs. They ignored the store waiter's stop and smashed wherever the two children ran.

The two skinny children were hit all over their bodies, and they relied on their body size to escape the capture of several people again and again.

"Song Ji, don't run."

"Customer, our store is a small business..." The waiter looked at everything in front of him with heartache.

"Get out of the way! Don't stop me from arresting people!"

Although both the people and the objects were virtual projections, Zhou Ye still felt real heartache. Last night, he was drinking tea and watching Plastic Flower rubbing his hands for a long time.

It just so happened that he had just received a lot of amazing value at the No. 1 Pawnshop. Zhou Ye directly communicated with Plastic Flower and built a portable redemption channel. Every time Siming Vest was moved in his heart, he could directly use the amazing value to drive the air and achieve the ability of void control.

"禦."

Siming uttered a word softly, and then the people who were making a lot of noise in the hall froze as if they were nailed to the spot, and the strong men widened their eyes in disbelief.

It was a gifted person.

This thought immediately came to their minds, and they ran away like wild beasts whose lives were threatened the moment the control was released.

Siming's expression was still cold, but he was already very distressed about the amazing value he had just lost. This ability was actually consumed in seconds.

Two children shrank and hid under the counter, not knowing what was going on. One of them had a deep scratch on his face, and blood seeped to his neck, but he was always looking around vigilantly.

"Come out, kids." The waiter smiled in a formal way and squatted down to greet them.

But the two kids obviously didn't buy it and continued to hide.

Siming walked slowly to the front with the arrogant steps of a noble, closed his eyes, and looked at them with a rather disgusted look. Zhou Ye wanted to smile and comfort them, but Ma Jia couldn't make this expression, and finally turned into a sneer.

"You are just like a rat, weren't you jumping up and down just now?" His tone made the child with scars on his face angry.

"We are not mice!"

"Brother..." another thinner child whispered, but seeing that he could not stop his brother, he finally put his hands on his chest helplessly, which was a typical defensive and alert posture.

At this time, Zhou was also distressed by the vest's misinterpretation of his words. It was okay to face the hostile guys before, but now he was facing two poor injured children.

He knew that the two of them might just be a microcosm of the outer village. Their parents left because of the alien attack or other accidents, and they had to fight for survival on their own, or simply stole things, and finally offended some people and caused disasters.

But it could also be an interesting clue - just as he was thinking this, Brother Chen was cutting the back of his neck. He was startled, and when he came to his senses, he could no longer tell whether it was because of the thought or the scissors.

Soon the main body finished cutting the hair, and Brother Chen pulled up the shawl. He had already noticed that Siming, who had been accompanying him, was not here.

He was about to ask, when a door that had not appeared in his sight just now appeared out of thin air, and Siming's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Are you going to stay in that shabby store all the time? Come quickly." The first half of his sentence was undisguised disgust, but the tone of the second half was a little more relaxed.

Brother Chen then watched Zhou Ye pass through the door with a smile on his face. After confirming that he had left, his face instantly fell and he took out his mobile phone and opened a group chat called "Beishan Residents Buying Vegetables."

"He was wearing a ring, and that silver-haired guy looked down on common people. I think Zhou Zhou was really wronged. His tone was commanding, as if Zhou Zhou should obey him."

"What kind of personality did Zhou Zhou have before? Now he is treated like this."

"Yesterday I planned to take Zhou Zhou to my house to take shelter, but my old man didn't dare to. Now he was deceived by this guy. I'm so angry." This is a member of the group named Aunt Hu.

This sister is just talking nonsense, Brother Chen curled his

lips. He didn't see other people when he was hiding near Zhou's house, but it's true. Even if they wanted to help, they all had families to bring.

"[Picture][Picture][Picture]Is this Xiao Zhou? You can't see his face clearly in the photo. It's going viral outside now."

"Yes," Brother Chen has seen these photos many times, but he still couldn't help clicking in to enlarge them. "Zhou Zhou is still as kind, cute and lovable as he was when he was a child."

It's just that the expression of the man next to him is very unpleasant, but he looks a little familiar. Who does he look like?...