Locke was excited. This was the first time he had successfully fed a real witch since he traveled to this world!
This is also the first time the system has given feedback on my superpower!
And the ability [Life Detection] sounds great.
Although, his original intention is to gain the ability to alleviate the poverty plight of his family.
Hannah is unemployed, and people from debt collection companies are always coming to collect debts. Now the life of the siblings is in dire straits. Hannah, like him, goes out to find a job before dawn, and only has a piece of dry food in his arms. brown bread.
If there were special abilities like [Friends of Money] to improve the economic conditions, it would make it less difficult for my sister Hannah.
At this moment, the witch Irene was still immersed in the novelty of being spicy and the joy of delicious food, and ignored the boy in front of her who was looking at the top of her head intently.
Locke saw a red line slowly appear about 3 centimeters above Irene's head.
Knuckle size.
24 hours.
one day.
In other words, this witch will die within one day!
How could the witch lady he had finally found be so short-lived? !
She definitely has a lot of superpowers that haven’t been revealed yet!
Two plans immediately appeared in Locke's mind.
Plan A is to save this fair-skinned and beautiful witch lady and let her become his own perpetual motion machine. Not only can he continue to feed the sheep, but he can also collect wages from her.
Plan B, hurry up and cook a few more meals for her within 24 hours, and hurry up to gather wool in the limited time.
Plan A was too difficult for Locke. He had just met Miss Irene and had no idea what terrible existence she had provoked to kill her within 24 hours.
Besides, he is just an ordinary person now.
Option B is relatively easy, and you can leave 4 hours before she is about to die, so that even if she encounters any trouble, she won't get into trouble.
Be cautious, work only today and not come tomorrow.
Locke, the time traveler, cherishes his life very much and will not take his fragile life as a joke.
With this thought in mind, Locke asked politely,
"Miss Eileen, can I borrow the bathroom?"
"Go out and turn right to the third room on the left."
The witch lady with silver hair and blue eyes said against her swollen lips.
"Thank you Miss Eileen."
Locke quickly went to the bathroom, not to use the toilet, of course, but to see if he could check his life bar.
A red line appears above Locke's head in the mirror.
Knuckle size.
24 hours.
one day.
"???"
Locke rubbed his eyes and carefully determined the length of the life bar.
No matter what, it's only 24 hours.
In other words, tomorrow next year is when Hannah will hold a white rose to the tombstone to pay homage to herself.
What a joke!
The life of a cheat has just begun, is it about to end? !
Or is this a cheating superpower, seeing that everyone’s life bar is so short?
In order to verify his conjecture, Locke rushed out of the bathroom, rushed out of the apartment building, came to the street, and opened his eyes to see the world.
Crowds of people were coming and going on the gray streets, and the dense red lifelines rose and fell like the ocean tide as the crowds moved.
They are different lengths, they are lively and agile, and they are provoking Locke.
Locke's ears suddenly buzzed.
After a person is subjected to extreme stimulation, physiological phenomena such as tinnitus will occur.
Locke is now on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
Especially when you see that all the little mice on the street have a lifespan of 132 hours.
He wanted to step forward and crush this Shukbeta who dared to show off in front of him.
Unfortunately, he is not that kind of person.
No matter how desperate you are, you can't give up the bottom line of being a human being.
Besides, it's not time to despair yet.
He turned around, entered the apartment, turned his back to the crowd, and left behind the flood of lifeline that was about to forcefully filter into his retinas.
Locke entered the bathroom again, turned on the faucet, and patted his face with cold water to try to calm down.
Start thinking about what's going on with you.
There are only two reasons why his life span is so short, one is man-made disaster, and the other is natural disaster.
Ever since he traveled to this world, he has always adhered to the concept of being kind to others and has never been against others. Enemies definitely do not exist.
The family is poor and there is no place where people can spy, so it is impossible to attract robbers.
Although he is somewhat malnourished, he is still in good health and has no hidden diseases. It is unlikely that he is suffering from a sudden terminal illness.
The only variable that appeared was Miss Witch. Could it be that the hostile forces of Miss Witch came to the door, causing harm to Chi Yu and hurting him?
Locke feels that he is 99.99% close to the truth.
It seems that I cannot accept Miss Witch’s application.
Although I am very greedy for Miss Witch's superpowers, I only have one life, so I can only say goodbye to the beautiful Miss Witch.
Locke gathered his mood, walked out of the bathroom, and returned to the kitchen. No matter what comments Miss Witch gave, he would refuse the job simply because he had something to do at home.
Erin had wiped the oil stains around her mouth with a napkin. Her lips were slightly swollen, like red cherries stung by bees, plump and full of temptation.
Locke guessed that it was probably swollen from the heat. It seemed that her slightly spicy taste was still too spicy for her.
Eileen felt very good after eating oriental food for the first time, but her face was still expressionless.
As a boss, she cannot give her employees an image that I can handle well.
Noticing that Locke had returned to the kitchen, Erin commented.
"The taste is average. Among all the delicious food I have eaten, it barely ranks 176th."
Erin raised her head proudly and looked at Locke with her delicate chin.
But due to Locke's height, when she does this, she doesn't feel condescending at all, and it just makes people feel petite and cute.
Locke remembered a word inexplicably.
Proud.
This Miss Irene is a typical outspoken person.
Even though he had eaten all the side dishes on the plate, he only gave me an average rating.
But none of this matters anymore.
Considering that he might become a victim, Locke said directly,
"It's a pity that I couldn't make delicious food that satisfies you. Excuse me, Miss Eileen, I'm leaving first."
Locke turned around and planned to leave calmly.
"?"
Eileen's pretty brows wrinkled, and she said that the taste was just average, but she didn't ask him to leave. Why did he give up automatically?
She took a light leap, and the black gothic dress was already in front of Locke.
"You passed the interview and can go to work today."
