Chapter 32 Archaeologist (2) Three-in-one

"Sit down and eat first." In the end, the original body spoke after the stalemate.

Tan Yue approached her and reached out to at least take the duck that was still in her hand into the kitchen.

Since there were only three chairs, Tan Yue specially moved a temporary stool without a backrest from the kitchen.

She obviously wanted to leave the chair for Siming while he was still cooking, but in the end, due to Aisina's restraint and courtesy, she took the initiative to sit on the poor little stool and was a step shorter for no reason.

"You should know that the moon can heal. This is actually what they do to help me maintain my health. It's really not what you think." While talking to her, his eyes looked at Siming who was helping him to fill the rice, and he took it readily.

"Yes, although we..." Siming turned back to get his own meal, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he cast a disdainful look at Tan Yue for a second, "There are occasional gaps, but when it comes to Zhou Ye, I will never take it lightly."

Tan Yue nodded, and after helping the main body pick up the dishes, she looked at Ai Xina, who was sitting a head lower than her, with a pair of fox eyes, half smiling.

"Yeah." She knew that now was not the right time, so she responded to everyone first, but subconsciously cast her eyes on Zhou Ye, who was surrounded by two people on the left and right.

The black-haired young man was holding his cheek with his right hand. The moon ring on his left hand was emitting a faint light from her perspective. Although he was holding chopsticks, he hardly needed to use his hands to pick up the food. He only needed to accept the food from the two people beside him. After watching

for a long time, the person on the opposite side raised her eyes that had been lowered to the bowl. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see a flash of white light leaking out from the pure black eyes, which was breathtaking.

"Don't you want to eat? You're welcome." The person on the opposite side asked with a smile on his face and tilted his head.

His smile was so easy-going, just like the brother who would touch the head of the neighbor's children and take them to buy candy when he met them. It made Aisina's past memories, which had long been covered with gray, become vivid.

She responded, "Okay."

Her originally anxious and uneasy heart calmed down, and she picked up a large piece of alien rabbit meat with a chopstick. In this atmosphere, she realized that the exploitation relationship she was worried about absolutely did not exist. The combination of these people was more like a home, a warm home.

"Delicious!" Aixina was captured by the sweet and sour taste of the meat as soon as she put it in her mouth.

Her words made Siming, who worked hard to cook, nod. Although he often had a cold face, he also softened a little at this time.

The original body's smiling face changed slightly, and was soon caught by Cong Yue, who used a spoon to put a lot of alien rabbit meat into his bowl.

"My Lord, these are for you."

"Too much, but thank you." The original body took it with a bitter smile. Zhou Ye did not expect that with the semi-automatic defense, the first difference was that the vest would spontaneously pick up a lot of dishes for him.

"There's more after you finish eating." Tan Yue picked up the yellow radish in her bowl and put it into her mouth. Her eyes subconsciously caught the original body's cute and satisfied expression when he put a big mouthful of rabbit meat into his mouth and chewed it.

As they ate and talked, the food on the table was quickly swept away.

The original body did not eat much, but the vest enjoyed the feast for him. In the end, the two sides even seemed to be fighting for it. Aisina was a neat person. She had not eaten a good meal for a few days, and she turned into a CD player.

A large bowl of fragrant mushroom and meat soup was finished with not even a scrap of meat left. Tan Yue stood up and said she was responsible for washing the dishes. Aixina followed into the kitchen, half because she felt embarrassed to eat for free and half because she wanted to protect her ancestors.

After a while, the sound of washing dishes could be heard from there.

Zhou Ye sat on the small recliner in the living room and looked at the introduction book he had just read. His original uncertain thoughts became firm with the information he just learned.

The information on both sides was too different, but the characters involved had not changed.

He didn't know who was true and who was false. He needed to make a more in-depth comparison to find out the truth behind it.

The cult has Sima Ming in contact. Although the connection is temporarily cut off, judging from the degree of pollution of the chief priest, he will reappear for himself or for others.

Information about Qingshui City can be obtained through Fu Yue. Although many people saw her sending people to death, there were more kind people who were rescued on the road. Aixina's identity has not been revealed and can also serve as a help. On

the association side... His eyes scanned the introduction book from top to bottom, so let the main body do it.

As an existence that overthrew the era of God, there must be relevant records within the association. He needs to gradually strengthen his position in the association. For this reason, the vest that serves as a helper needs a background that can better provide intimidation.

The mainland mentioned before Zhong Liu and others was not perfect enough. Zhou Ye planned to design identities for the two of them according to the records in the ancient books, build power, and support his actions.

Thinking of this, he touched the ring and secretly calmed the anxiety in his heart.

Thinking of Dimula's description, there must be a lot of people who built the city wall back then. He can start from this aspect and go to find out after joining the association.

Zhou Ye had to cover his head with a sudden ringing in his ears, knowing that he was being forced to be too stressed by the closer he got to the truth and the more predictable his parents' death.

Zhou Ye's back was wrapped in a warm embrace, Siming's hands wrapped around his waist, and his slow and long breath fell on his neck.

There was nothing to say, Zhou Ye knew that the consciousness in the body over there wanted to say: I'm here.

At the same time, the sound of running water became louder over there where the dishes were being washed. Because of the close distance, Zhou Ye could also hear the hurried shouting over there.

The original body hugged Siming tightly, and the dimple on the left cheek slowly emerged. After a long time, he spoke: "Let's go out for a walk and see the situation in the inner city

of Qingshui City." Siming seemed to be still trapped in the warmth of the two people's body temperature, like a leopard that was sleeping unconsciously. After getting up and meowing softly, he nodded and walked towards the room to push the thickened soft cushion wheelchair that the original body bought while he was sleeping.

Tan Yue almost finished washing the dishes, and walked out with Aisina, whose chest and sleeves were wet due to the increased water flow, and glared at Siming who took away the opportunity to walk with the original body while she was doing something.

Her behavior made Aisina, who was originally a little reserved, couldn't help but want to laugh. Who could have known that the ancestor was secretly jealous of such a beautiful goddess who seduced everyone.

The tall, cold and arrogant man opposite her, who seemed to be inviolable, did not change his expression, but snorted a little in response.

After the small episode, Aisina stayed in the room to change her wet clothes, and Fu Yue handed over several clothes with stunning value outside her door.

"Try more."

"One is enough!" Aisina's muffled voice came, and while changing clothes, she suddenly asked: "Can I stay with you?"

"Stay with me?"

"Well, if I go back to the association, I don't know how many charges will be put on me." The sound of fabric rubbing stopped. In the small room without lights on, Aisina's hair was messy and her top was piled at her neck. She looked at the closed door, bit her lips, and her fingers nervously stroked the fabric of the clothes that was too good for her.

After hearing no response from the other side for a long time, she felt embarrassed for some reason. She quickly put on her clothes and added, "Or I can go back to the church."

Before she finished speaking, the light in the room suddenly lit up. Her eyes squinted because of the light. A complaining voice came from behind the door: "Why is the light switch of the bedroom in the living room?"

"What did you say just now? Well, if you want to stay with me, of course you can."

Aixina's eyes were filled with laughter, for her previous thoughts and for her unreliable ancestor.

She opened the door, handed the two extra clothes back to Cong Yue, and said directly: "I plan to rely on you and live here."

"Of course." Cong Yue approached Ai Xina, helped her put on the glasses she had just taken away, stuffed the clothes directly into the cabinet, and began to ask her in detail where she was going to live.

The original body was with Siming. He had just checked the scars on the original body's legs. The scars left before were basically repaired, but there were new bruises and purple bumps, which were caused by not paying attention when going out.

After seeing the triple overlapping scars on the knees, the original body finally gave in and agreed to the plan of Plastic Xiaohua to make a wheelchair with the stunning value. Of course, now if you want to go out, you can only sit in this wheelchair.

Qingshui City is a coastal city, and is affected by the subtropical monsoon climate. The summer is hot and rainy. At this time, the wind has begun to rustle, like a prelude to a heavy rain.

Siming just came downstairs and wanted to open the umbrella.

The wind passed through the unobstructed air, freely stirring each purple smoke flower, but after they left, the petals that were touched jumped and spun, and lightly fell with the wind, as if they were also pursuing similar freedom.

The lavender fell to the ground like rain, melting into the small puddle and soaking. Half of it was still floating on the water, and the other half had already tentatively merged into the water to present a deeper blue-purple.

No one would look up to appreciate their beauty again.

There was a sultry feeling in the air, and even though it was raining, it was still not cool enough, as if the clouds needed to wash it away more persistently.

The wheels of the car were moving on the time-honored stone ground, and when they passed through the gaps between the stones, they made a rhythmic creaking sound, which, together with the sound of rain hitting the umbrella, blocked out the noise in the distance.

The buildings in front of Zhou Ye were mostly pure white walls with pointed roofs, and the windows were mostly round, painted in different colors according to the owner's preferences. Some families obviously loved gardening, and there were various flowers and plants at the door, and the creepers were like unconventional brushes that freely painted on the pure white background.

It looks like a gathering place for elves in fairy tales. Even the tallest building is no more than 20 stories high. The architectural style is very uniform.

The streets are planted with a kind of low lavender-like plant that emits a faint fragrance. The yellow stamens are clustered together. It smells like dry tea leaves that are brewed and emit a bitter and sweet aroma.

The inner city is not big. In less than ten minutes, you can see a huge building that occupies half of the entire street. This building is much larger than the Xiangshan City Security Fund. It is written with the name of Citizens Mutual Aid Association. The whole building is also pointed white and surrounded by huge walls.

Several children dug holes in the corners of the wall, like ants, using branches to pry open the wood of the wall little by little. After a while, they actually took out a piece of paper from inside. They unfolded the paper and found a silver coin inside. They

immediately dropped the paper and ran away in joy.

The paper was soaked by the rain. Zhou Ye stretched out his hand. Siming immediately understood what he meant, pushed the wheelchair over there, squatted down and picked up the paper.

Siming pushed the wheelchair closer to the eaves of the association, where not much rain flowed in.

The main body unfolded the crumpled paper. There was nothing special on it, just the craftsman's description of some characteristics of the wall and the date of construction.

"Throw it away after you've read it. It's a bit dirty." Siming wanted to take the wrinkled paper, but was stopped.

"Do you think this is the habit of the craftsmen in Qingshui City?" The original body held the paper and looked at the last completion date. It was exactly 20 years ago when his father first came to Qingshui City and was responsible for building the city wall.

"I have to keep it."

Aisina happened to go to the small room next door. Cong Yue received the command and immediately transmitted it to the original body with the help of pure white space. Since no one was watching, Xiaohua was too lazy to pinch special effects, so she just flashed and disappeared while holding the clothes. She

took the note away and flashed again, appearing in the room.

Because her body was full of moon energy, it was in some conflict with the energy exchanged for the stunning value, so she felt a little uncomfortable when she came out. She subconsciously covered her chest and felt her throat burning.

Damn, it was too dry.

In an environment without the same kind of energy, she was like a fish thrown ashore, like a penguin in the desert.

After she finished her work, she was about to go back to continue stacking things, but when she looked back, she saw Aisina had opened the door at some point and was standing at the door, even in that familiar position. Aisina

hurried to speak, but she covered her chest with one hand, and her voice was very hoarse because it was too dry: "I... I'm fine."

"Really? Don't lie to me!" Aisina's hand holding the door handle was shaking, and the expression on her face showed that she was pretending to be calm.

She was unable to help and knew nothing about it, so she was naturally extremely afraid of the situation. After all, the scene was too bizarre, and Cong Yue's behavior and actions were completely unlike normal reactions.

As soon as she saw her actions, Cong Yue knew that the child had started to worry about something strange again, and she quickly told her prepared words.

"Just now, I flashed back to my own continent because of an unstable connection. The climate there is different, and I haven't been back for a long time, so I'm a little uncomfortable." As she spoke, Cong Yue walked to the kitchen, took a glass of water, and swallowed it slowly. Sure enough, her throat didn't feel that dry.

Seeing her natural expression, Aisina breathed a sigh of relief, but it was obvious that as a prosecutor who had worked in the association and was now missing and suspected of running away, she was not so easy to fool.

After taking over the initial worry, he regained his composure, pushed his glasses with his hand, sat down at the table in the living room, pointed to another chair, and looked like he wanted Tan Yue to sit down and talk in detail.

Although the semi-automatic function is easy to use and can handle some behaviors that require Tan Yue to communicate in person, the demeanor of the person in front of him definitely does not look like a casual chat, so Zhou also took the time to respond to her questions.

Aisina gave him trust, and he didn't want to let her down, but he was also a little worried about her safety. After all, the darkness surrounding Zhou Ye was a gang that could modify history.

She came for Cong Yue, and she had completely abandoned the association and the church for her. He would not let this trust fall.

The most special thing about Aisina was not her bloodline inherited from the real resurrected witch, nor her experience of living in the cult, but her own perseverance and sharp insight.

So if it is feasible, Zhou Ye would consider giving her the trust she deserves at the critical moment.

"So, tell me about the mainland."

"Where is the mainland, and why do you call Zhou Ye "my Lord"? He looks younger than me."

She quickly lowered her serious attitude when she talked about Zhou Ye, and even called him "ancestor" in a pitiful way.

Fu Yue couldn't help but walk over and touch her head, then sat next to her and said calmly: "I will explain it to you one by one."

"At that time, in order to find the source of the genetic disease, I tested the food and water again and again." This was recorded in many records, and Zhou Ye judged that it should be a real event.

"Then I fainted on the side of the road. At that time, I didn't know who tied me up with a rope. I just felt it vaguely and felt very painful..." According to the records of the cult, it was the association that tied up the resurrection witch, but according to the records of the association, it was the people who tied her up. The people said that she was accidentally sacrificed, so Zhou did not draw a conclusion, but just used words to confuse the focus.

As expected, Aisina did not ask further questions. When she heard that Fu Yue felt pain, she seemed to clench her fists with empathy.

"Then my consciousness came back to me. It was an endless and vast wilderness. I was born there as if I had been given new life. It was the border of death."

Because he knew that there were still alchemy tools with lie detection functions, Zhou Ye used pure white space to describe everything he said. A pure white space with nothing in it, isn't it vast and boundless?

"The kingdom of death?" Aisina covered her mouth. She didn't expect the truth to be so shocking.

"I tried hard to explore, but I couldn't find the border."

Because it was pure white, if you didn't touch it with your hands, it seemed like there was no border at all.

"There is a town of its own, and people living there. Although I know nothing about it, I quickly gained a foothold with my talent. But I still can't let go of the people here, and I have been trying to find a way back."

The sand table also simulates the sandman in the city, and you can switch freely if you want to see it. Tan Yue was just created and indeed knew nothing. It had to wait for Zhou Ye's consciousness to fill in, so he could rely on his body's instincts to use Tan Yue's body to gain a foothold and avoid slipping in the pure white space.

"Si Ming is a noble who originally lived in that continent. After he heard me talk about the life here, he was yearning for it and kept asking me to bring him here, but I didn't agree!" At this point, Zhou Ye controlled Cong Yue's face and showed a slightly exaggerated and proud smile, as if signaling Ai Xina on the opposite side to quickly praise her.

"Ancestor is great!" Ai Xina responded quickly, but thinking about Siming, how could it not match Si Xina's words, she secretly laughed in her heart, thinking that the ancestor was talking nonsense again.

And her divergent thinking was exactly what Zhou Ye needed. He deliberately revealed some flaws and let her use her imagination to supplement it, which would make the whole fictional story seem more real.

"Later, he used the characteristics of the pawnshop inherited by his family - you should have seen that pawnshop through the video, and got here first and met my lord."

"My lord is a very kind person."

"That was a few years ago. At the beginning, the connection was not as stable as it is now. Even Siming would always be pulled back and forth between the two continents, just like what happened to me just now, but it was even more terrifying. He would randomly travel to different locations on the two continents."

"Once Siming was pulled to the vicinity of Yuntian. He must have been very upset at the time, but... a little jealous." At this point, because of the expression on her face, Tan Yue, who looked a little childish, rarely frowned, and her blood-red lips were slightly pursed, making everyone who saw her couldn't help but go through fire and water for her.

"When he was about to be killed by the nearby guards as an intruder, my lord stopped them and took him back to his residence... At that time, my lord was just a student and often had to avoid the night patrol, otherwise he might have been expelled from school."

Noticing the expression of the man in front of her gradually falling into thought and recollection, Aisina knew that this was the first meeting between Siming and Zhou Ye. She didn't expect that the campus version of the encounter circulating on the alchemy network was actually true, but the encounter between the common people and the nobles in their eyes was not as beautiful as imagined.

Thinking of the gentle smile of the black-haired young man at the dinner table just now, she couldn't help but feel sorry for his poor behavior.

Maybe fate is not fair.

"Then the connection became more and more unstable, and we needed an anchor point, but at that time we didn't know whether it was safe, and my Lord volunteered to be the anchor point."

"I once made a vow on that continent that whoever could bring me back would be my Lord, and this is why." After finishing a long paragraph in one breath, Cong Yue took the cup of oil in her hand and took a sip of water gently, swallowing it with a gulp. She found that the person in front of her was still thinking, so she pulled her arm directly.

"Let's pack up quickly, you still have to stay there tonight."

"So it's actually very dangerous, right, just now?" Aisina walked and approached her ancestor.

"It's not dangerous, my Lord is here."

Cong Yue's words fell, and she didn't know how firm and trusting her tone was in the ears of those who heard it.

As the matter was over, Zhou Ye's consciousness withdrew and returned to his original body.

While concentrating on Cong Yue and sorting out his own thoughts, Zhou Ye looked at Siming beside him and found that he was pinching two children fiercely, and the children were holding a bag in their hands.

As his consciousness converged, Zhou Ye realized that it was the child who had been digging the wall next to him who had come back and pretended to accidentally bump into his wheelchair and stole the purse inside.

When these children, who were like moles and had their hands covered in dirt, saw Zhou Ye looking at them, they immediately cried and made a noise, making the original body's fragile eardrums seem to ring again. Zhou Ye had to cover his ears, with his black hair sticking to his face, looking a little weak and helpless.

"They have helped me, so let them go quickly?" Zhou Ye frowned and tried to call Siming back.

"What kind of help is that?" Siming's consciousness frowned. He felt the discomfort of the original body and was even more disgusted. Just as he was about to refute him, a man in a sailor suit came trotting over, calling Zhou Ye's name.

The ring on Zhou Ye's hand began to heat up slightly. The two people's visions met, and the original body touched the ring.

On the second floor of the small building, two women were walking side by side. One of them suddenly flew up, flew out of the window, and rushed here.

Aisina, who was originally talking intimately to her, was startled and immediately turned into a flame and followed.

Carrot Moon flew gracefully in the air, her skirt dancing gracefully and obediently with her movements, interpreting the duet of butterflies and petals with her gestures, and landed beside Zhou Ye.

Siming watched her coldly as she put her hand on the main body, but finally loosened her clenched hand, and the children immediately fell to the muddy street like garlic.

The children gathered together like a loudspeaker, and the superimposed effect was so strong that it could be heard several streets away.

But the people who lived nearby were either rich or noble, so they didn't bother to fight against the powerful talents for these strange civilian children. In this city where power is used to measure the preciousness of life, even if Zhou Ye beat a few of them to death in the street today, at most he would see the patrol team cleaning the floor tonight.

Other than that, nothing would happen.

In the rain, Aixina couldn't keep up with the speed of her ancestors and almost lost her direction. When she heard the crying of a child, she saw a man rushing there, shouting.

"My lord, my lord!"

Zhou Ye looked at him and found that it was Ding Xiang, the crew member who helped deliver food several times on the boat. He ran to Zhou Ye with a guilty and embarrassed expression all the way, and offered the food with a bow before he even opened his mouth.

"They are my children. I'm sorry to trouble you. I didn't expect to meet them here."

"Your children?" Zhou Ye looked at him puzzledly. The man in front of him still had the straightforwardness of a young man, while the oldest child here was at least sixteen or seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Ah," Ding Xiang scratched his head, his pale face flushed with sincerity, "They are my brother's children. There were strong waves on the sea, and there were monsters, so many of them couldn't come back..." "

Usually I can only give them some recognition points. Recently I can't go out to sea, and I have no money to send them to school, so I neglected to discipline them. I didn't expect them to develop the bad habit of stealing, and even steal here. Damn it."

At this point, he glared at the leader of the children: "Da Mao, it's all your fault, and you still don't apologize."

The child did not give in, and made a face at him, then changed his expression and started crying again.

He turned around helplessly, bowed solemnly to Zhou Ye again, and took out a few authentication point cards from his pocket: "Take this, as compensation, they stole the things..."

Ding Xiang could clearly see the gorgeous ancient clothes on Siming, and knew that the other party's things might not be what he could afford. He lowered his head again and again while bowing. In fact, he had authentication cards with smaller denominations in his bag, but he convinced himself that the money would be used for food.

It was not because he still had a trace of self-esteem, and was afraid that the "friend" who had been friendly with him would see through his embarrassment.

Although compared with the nobles opposite, he had already worn embarrassment on his body.

He looked back and saw several children looking at this place with dissatisfaction on their faces. He immediately clenched his fists, picked up the biggest one and was about to slap him, but when his hand reached the highest point, he couldn't let it fall.

Those faces were not the faces of naughty children, but the tender faces of his dead old friends.

Looking at those faces, his face with bulging eyes and high eyebrows gradually subsided. He withdrew his hands, his momentum dropped suddenly, and he sighed sadly: "Da Mao, what did uncle tell you to do? Give the things back to the owner." The boy

he called Da Mao rolled his eyes, hesitated to take out a wallet from his pocket, and threw it into his arms. If Ding Xiang hadn't been quick, it would have fallen to the ground.

"Tsk, there are less than fifty certification points. If we hadn't been caught, we would have thrown him directly into the trash can!"

"Shut up." Ding Xiang was about to hit him again, but Da Mao rolled over and escaped, running away with the children.

While running, he was still shouting, "Poor devils, get out of Qingshui City", and the whole street could hear those two words echoing.

After this experience, the little bit of vitality that Ding Xiang originally had in his body seemed to be worn away. He turned around and was about to bow again, but Fu Yue quickly put her hand to stop him.

"It's okay, just find the things back." The original body waved gently to indicate not to be too polite, and Siming handed back the certification point card that he had just forced to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou..." He didn't call Zhou Ye's full name again, as if the happy communication on the boat had completely disappeared.

On land, the world once again has the gap between the rich and the poor, and the hierarchy.

He is no longer the crew member who is as happy as a seagull, and he no longer has the confidence to knock on the tightly closed door again and again. His enthusiasm and vitality have been bought away by the fifty-point certification card.

The poor ghost is still shuttling between the tall and neat buildings.

"Sorry." Ding Xiang lowered his head, and Zhou didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

But from the perspective of the entity, he clearly still has some love and courage. Even if he can't take care of himself, he still wants to hold an umbrella for others.

He admires such people very much, and took the initiative to say: "If you encounter troubles that you can't solve, you can come to me, just as a thank you for your help to me on the ship."

He handed over a prism card, but Ding Xiang didn't take it.

"What kind of help is that..." Ding Xiang buried his head deeper, clenched his fists, and his fingertips were red and wrinkled. He shook his head and chased after the screaming ghost in the alley as if he was ashamed of himself. "

Going back?" Siming didn't speak until Ding Xiang's figure completely disappeared from the street. He noticed that Zhou Ye's expression was a little worried.

The young man sitting in the wheelchair nodded slightly. The screaming child just now still triggered his tinnitus, which seemed to be a sequela of his amnesia.

But it was also accompanied by the resurgence of memory.

When returning to the second-floor cabin, Zhou Ye wanted to take a shower first, but unfortunately, the heavy rain wet the wood and he couldn't light a fire to boil water.

After greeting Ai Xina, Cong Yue flew to the bedroom where the original body was. She needed to recharge the ring with moon energy.

Siming held the original body, Cong Yue rested her head on the original body's outstretched left hand, and input energy into it little by little. The picture was quite harmonious. If you ignore the electric light that kept flashing around the moon energy outside the bed.

Zhou Ye's consciousness was immersed in the pure white space, and he did not notice the small struggle between the two vests.

After he got his wallet back, he noticed that the weight had become much lighter. When he opened it at home, he found that the prism authentication card he put in it was not there. Those children thought that there would be money in the card, so they kept it privately.

The young children are really a headache.

Zhou Ye opened the sandbox. He had set a position for each card, and the sandbox soon showed images of several children.

Amid the noise and shoving, a group of kids walked into the bank. They obviously waited until the evening when there were no people around before coming here.

The kid who was previously called Da Mao put his hands on his hips and casually handed over the black card. He sat down on the chair impatiently to get the money.

The staff sitting in the bank didn't care where they got the card from. He swiped it directly on the machine, but found that it couldn't read the information. After several attempts, he pursed his lips, clicked his tongue twice, and threw the card on the counter.

"It can't be swiped."

"What do you mean?" Da Mao tilted his head, bent down and almost put his upper body into the counter, with an unbelievable look on his face, "I saw it, it was swiped successfully!"

The staff inside was already impatient, and was frightened by his sudden action. He gestured to the side, and a security guard rushed out and pushed the two of them out the door.

"You are taking a fake card to a real bank, and you are dreaming in broad daylight and you are taking it seriously, right?! Get away." Seeing that they were still staying outside the door, the security guard kicked one of the kids.

The child howled like a wild dog, but did not dare to refute the security guard. He pulled Da Mao and whispered earnestly, "Let's go."

Da Mao had already walked to the door of the bank, but when he saw that he was pulling his shoulder and couldn't get rid of it, he reluctantly agreed.

Led by Da Mao, the group finally left the bank. After that, they tried several other stores, but were rejected. Some even suspected that they had stolen the cards and were unwilling to return them.

But Da Mao relied on his quick hands and feet to snatch the cards back.

"Tsk!" a child said indignantly, "Isn't that guy a liar?"

"This card doesn't look like it can be used." Da Mao sat on the ground, holding the card in his hand until it was almost broken, but he didn't react, but he was reluctant to let go. "It's good if it can be used, we can make a lot of money and eat and drink delicious food."

He started to daydream, and for a while, several children began to plan their lives after having point cards.

Looking at the picture projected on the sand table, Zhou pressed his hand on the table for several tens of seconds but still couldn't control the corners of his lips from rising. He raised his hand to call Siming and Tan Yue in to let them watch together.

"So this is their idea." Tan Yue looked at the original body, and the memories were connected. Looking at the gray-faced children in the picture, he smiled instantly.

Fu Yue covered her mouth: "A few idiots."

Siming's attitude remained the same: "Rats should be exterminated."

"Exterminate?" The smile on Zhou Ye's face eased a little. "They are not so evil that they will not die because of greed."

He waved his fingertips lightly on the sand table, and the space on the sand table became larger, projecting the picture of the entire Qingshui City. There were bustling people coming and going. There were actually quite a few children like Damao who were idle on the streets.

But there were many who seemed to live worse than them. Many children did not even snatch money, but just a bite of bread that fell on the ground.

The bakery had to throw away the things after they were sold out. It was obvious that they could no longer sell them, but they did not let the skinny children pick them up and drove them away with sticks.

Qingshui City is a seaport city, and it is indeed much more developed than Xiangshan City, a resource-based city with exhausted mineral resources. However, too much wealth has not brought prosperity, but has enriched the types of music played at banquets and made the cakes in the trash can more exquisite.

"Because there is nothing, even if I have to steal or rob, I still want to have a little bit of my own things."

"Living in a mean, painful, and uneasy way."

Looking at a square cake that fell to the ground in the sandbox and was snatched by four or five homeless children, Zhou Ye closed his eyes, and Siming closed his mouth, not having the heart to force him anymore. Perhaps he showed Zhou Ye's cruel and indifferent side more to the outside world, but in fact he was the one who could not bear to make the original sad.

Mu Yue held the original's hand lovingly, feeling the slightly cool body temperature. She moved the screen with her hand, and the sand on the sandbox quickly gathered into a picture of sea waves.

Zhou Ye opened his eyes again and saw the sea.

The sea was azure blue, and the ripples showed an illusory color. In Zhou Ye's eyes, a woman appeared vaguely with a child.

The sea water covered her ankles. The child half-knelt and pointed to the beach. There were many small crabs crawling. The two were having a lot of fun.

Zhou Ye shed tears.

He knew that it was him and his mother. The brighter the light, he stretched out his hand with all his strength, wanting to get closer to the people in the picture. Suddenly, his perspective became lower and he scanned.

There were countless dead crabs lying on the beach, like dead people. The sea water was red as blood. Zhou Ye took a step back in fear.

He stretched out his hand to grab something. His waving hands were waving in the air, and finally touched the corner of his mother's clothes. However, he was confused by the sticky feeling and couldn't find a foothold. He fell on the sand covered by red water.

His mother's hand was not warm, but cold as the red sea water. But it was the only thing that little Zhou Ye could rely on. He was choked by the sea water that didn't even reach his mother's knees. He raised his head while coughing, wanting to see his mother's face clearly.

Under the gray-blue sky, he was horrified to find that his mother's head was bloody and rotten like a blood flower, with only the twisted limbs twitching. When he looked at it, the blood flower opened and closed like a blink of an eye, and an eye was revealed in the center.

The red blood vessels on the eye bulged, and it was as fierce as a swimming worm. The moment little Zhou Ye saw it, it locked onto him.

The nameless fear in his heart climbed along his spine. He wanted to cover his eyes, but when he looked at his hands, the sticky and messy things on his hands turned out to be blood.

"No... No!" Little Zhou Ye yelled and backed away. The sea water was not high, and it almost drowned him. His mother, who was bloody in front of him, reached out to him. He struggled desperately, fearing the suffocation of death and the abnormal changes of sticky flesh and blood wrapped around his chest.

"Mom!" On the verge of losing consciousness, he suddenly woke up and wanted to stay for a while, shouting silently.

But the time of this body has come. Through the thin red sea water that drowned his mouth and nose, he could only see the broken black ring in the center of the blood flower in the blink of an eye.

"My Lord, wake up."

In another blink, he had withdrawn from the pure white space and was held in the arms of Tu Yue. Siming was not in the bedroom, and a faint tea fragrance came from the kitchen.

"Ugh." Zhou

Ye suddenly covered his left eye, and what leaked out from between his fingers was a black circle that was similar to that of his weird and unpredictable mother who could not be called a human being.