The little boy never showed any confusion or uncertainty about the future; at times, he was so mature and calm that he didn't seem like a child in his early teens.
He vaguely remembered that after only half a day of work, Wu Qian was spreading the word about the boss's youngest daughter everywhere, describing it vividly.
She's delicate, gloomy, and sickly. She even drove her own sister away (or maybe they eloped). If you want to keep this job, it's best to stay away from her. Losing your job is a small matter; what's worse is if she has a relapse and you end up getting involved in someone's murder case—that would be so unlucky!
Du Jun is just like that; he is taciturn and not good at getting close to strangers. But the other temporary worker really listened to her advice. During the two days he worked there, he really avoided Cheng Shuang with his actions, and he gave a perfunctory and forced smile when the girl took the initiative to greet him.
A more sensitive and fragile child would probably have already harbored resentment and complained to the elders, but the little girl never said a bad word about the shop assistants, including Wu Qian, who had been dishonest.
Du Jun originally thought that the little girl was too naive and innocent to survive in such a dangerous place, but it seems that he was too narrow-minded.
Cheng Shuang, who was busy joking and laughing with Liu Juan, didn't notice Du Jun's scrutiny. Liu Juan, however, noticed and gave Du Jun a questioning look.
The other person nodded slightly to her and went ahead.
Liu Juan touched her nose. Hmm, the clean-up boy is quite handsome!
The three of them chose to rest on adjacent sofa beds.
The sheer curtain covering the outside looked thin, but once it was closed, it immediately blocked out the sounds of the outside world. Only when it was quiet could the little girl truly relax.
She sat on one side, hugging her legs, feeling very uncomfortable with the emptiness in her arms. She curled up, exuding a pitiful and lonely feeling.
Although the merged soul and memories gave her the rationality and judgment of an eighteen-year-old adult, and even made her thinking patterns much clearer, she was still only twelve years old and a child who was extremely dependent on her family.
She pouted, tears welling in her eyes, and buried her head, missing her parents and sister, her teddy bear, and her teachers and classmates at school...
Mom and Dad, I want to go home!
Perhaps because the events they encountered were too bizarre, the child's dreams were repetitive of all those experiences.
She watched as an observer, clutching her teddy bear, as she struggled through the thick fog, only to escape her predicament step by step by sheer luck.
Calmly filter out the available information.
Each level is full of profound meaning, but as long as you strictly follow its rules, you can find a glimmer of hope in a predicament as thin as a cliff.
It's easier said than done; few people can remain calm enough in a life-or-death situation.
The little girl didn't understand what was happening in her world, why so many people were trapped in the abyss and unable to resist, whether there was a mastermind behind it all, or whether she had really encountered an unbelievable event.
She possessed a sense of awe, yet was not lacking in a spirit of exploration.
You absolutely must try your best to survive and return to your parents' side.
Slowly, the little girl fell into a deep sleep, hugging her pillow. In her dream, everything was peaceful; she was with her parents, her teddy bear, and her older sister…
bite!
Welcome to the racing and parkour game! Please choose your own car within ten minutes!
Du Jun suddenly opened his eyes and immediately met Cheng Shuang's gaze. Cheng Shuang had just woken up and her eyes were as dark and clear as a baby's, with a watery sheen. The two of them were quite alert and jumped up at the same time.
The sofa bed vanished in an instant, and muffled thuds echoed throughout the rest area.
Perhaps due to extreme exhaustion, Liu Juan and Ma Guoxu did not wake up after falling to the floor. They were only awakened by being shaken by the teenager, whose biological clock was more regular.
The interior of the warehouse had been completely transformed. The dining tables and bar were gone, and in the center stood rows of toy race cars, each the size of a child's toy sports car. They were brightly colored, and their shells looked like hard plastic. The perfunctory workmanship was quite unsettling.
Meanwhile, the other participants, who had been drunk and staggering around, slowly woke up. The moment the mechanical voice ended, they looked at the race cars with a hazy, horrified expression, still feeling intoxicated.
Some people cursed anxiously, some wept with their heads in their hands, but most people faced reality and quickly got up to wake up their companions.
Cheng Shuang immediately focused on the white numbers on the front of the race car; the smallest number was 1, and the largest was 120.
She counted yesterday that the rest area had 26 letters, A, Z, with five missing (potentially representing the complete loss of participants in that area). Each letter had five to ten beds, so there were no fewer than 105 people and more than 210 people present.
There are only 100 race cars.
The little girl's face turned pale, but she restrained her emotions and whispered, "Choose a car, hurry up and choose a car!" Her voice was low but too sharp.
This completely snapped Liu Juan and Ma Guoxu, who were still in a daze while sitting on the floor. Seeing the girl's extremely bad expression and Du Jun's cold face next to her, they quickly grabbed the nearest car. Liu Juan was number 6 and Ma Guoxu was number 8.
Having rested all night, Cheng Shuang and Du Jun were full of energy and moved just as quickly as anyone else. The moment Cheng Shuang urged them, they each grabbed a car and got in.
Both of them had a strong sense of crisis and gave up the top 3 cars. Cheng Shuang chose number 5 and Du Jun chose number 4. As soon as they sat down, they were wearing leather jackets with car numbers printed on them, symbolizing their status as drivers.
Meanwhile, some people were still slowly stretching in place, clearly unaware of the shortage of vehicles. Meanwhile, those who noticed that some people had already gotten into the cars were not to be outdone and quickly found an empty car to reserve a seat.
Race cars are really too miniature; many people would rather move around outside than be cramped inside.
Cheng Shuang is alright; she's a little over 1.4 meters tall and has a slender build, so the space in the race car is just right for her.
The tall Du Jun next to her was already curled up in a ball, his chin resting on his knees. When he turned his head to look at her, even though his eyes were indifferent, a small curly hair on his head stood up after he had taken a nap, which gave him a pitiful look.
This young man has a kind of legendary unexpected cuteness, but the teddy bear is still cuter!
Cheng Shuang scratched her face and muttered to herself. She was no longer so resentful of Xiong Baobao running away from home again; instead, she felt a deep longing for him.
“Look at the race car numbers.”
Upon hearing Liu Juan's faint voice, Cheng Shuang quickly nodded to her, confirming her guess. Liu Juan's face turned pale, and she bit her lip, warily staring at the other participants who hadn't yet boarded the bus.
Ma Guoxu, who had been hesitant about getting out of the car to stretch his legs, became completely obedient. He huddled inside like a big bear, even more exaggerated than Du Jun, with his two thick arms sticking out, squeezing the entire race car so much that it made a clattering sound, which was particularly uncomfortable.
He scratched his bald head and asked with a pained expression, "Without an accelerator or brakes, won't this toy car fall apart?"
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