He frowned, tugged at the asymmetrical shoulder line, and struggled to put on the raincoat.
"It's good enough that it's here, why be picky?" Xiao Cheng admitted that her drawing skills were indeed a bit lacking, after all, even Fang He's good looks couldn't make this raincoat look good.
But its advantage lies in its practicality.
The two continued running and soon arrived at the house where they had split up earlier.
"You are... Xiao Cheng!"
Player #4 saw them, recognized them, and quickly stood up from the corner of the room, walked to the window, and shouted.
"Xu Chu found you?" Xiao Cheng's eyes lit up, and then she noticed that the woman in yellow who was bound to her was gone. On her wrist, which was resting on the windowsill, there was a red mark similar to Xu Chu's.
Number 4 noticed her scrutinizing gaze and unconsciously withdrew her hand. "I... absorbed it," she said softly.
“Player number 6 is dead. We found her body over there.” Xiao Cheng pointed to the other end of the street.
A flicker of sadness crossed Number 4's eyes: "I know... if I had absorbed it sooner, perhaps she wouldn't have..."
"Time is running out, let's talk about these things outside." Xiao Cheng interrupted her. He had originally wanted to draw another raincoat, but changed his mind when he started to draw.
When Fang He and Number 4 saw the van that suddenly appeared, their expressions were somewhat indescribable.
"Isn't it too abstract?" Fang He gestured with the car model, expressing his doubt. "Even its four wheels are square."
Xiao Cheng waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry about these details."
She yanked open the car door, sat in the driver's seat, fastened her seatbelt, and then turned to pat Fang He and Number 4 on the car seat.
"What are you standing there for? Get on, the old driver will take you flying right here."
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