"Why did you tell me?" The girl looked pale in front of the screen, looking confused.
Yes, she did want to know this information. But such information obviously shouldn't come cheap.
At least it shouldn't be given away for free.
At the other end of the screen, Chen Qing glanced at Bu Zhaozhao and continued to answer: "I need cannon fodder."
"learn."
The avatar on the screen flashed for a moment, and then replied to Chen Qing: "If it is two months later, I will have the opportunity to be cannon fodder for you, sir.
I'll be happy to oblige. "
She spoke naturally and openly, and everything she said was sincere.
That term full of humiliation was like a crown at the moment. She wanted it but couldn't reach it.
She thought being a cannon fodder was not enough.
He looked at the words on the screen and began to smile.
This is a good start, at least from today on, his layout begins to be laid out step by step.
He shook his head, and Bu Zhaozhao's figure swayed slowly under the illumination of the street lamp. She looked at the street below for a long time, looking at the people coming and going, her interest waned.
"The world seems to be uneasy." He said softly. At this moment, someone rang the doorbell at home.
Chen Qing turned to look at the clock. At six or seven o'clock, it was not Jiang Wan who came to the door.
He frowned, and Bu Zhaozhao also heard the sound and turned around. The two looked at each other. She looked at Chen Qing's two gestures and immediately had the answer in her heart.
She floated forward and poked half of her head through the door. She saw two people outside the door. They were wearing simple clothes. They were young and immature, probably no more than their prime years.
"Huh?" She murmured softly and pulled back half of her head from the door panel.
She floated all the way to Chen Qing and asked him in a somewhat teasing and curious tone: "They look like two students, they seem to be your classmates?"
"My classmate?" He lowered his voice.
"I'm somewhat impressed by the school uniform you're wearing." She tapped her nose and replied, "I think I've seen you wear it."
"My classmate..." He felt strange, but still walked all the way to the door.
He walked behind the door, and there was a second knock on the door in front of him.
The voice was very soft, as if the person knocking on the door was hesitating.
He stepped back for a few minutes, allowing himself to be two or three meters away from the door, and then asked outside the door: "Is something wrong?"
His voice was low, but loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.
And as the words he spoke fell, silence fell outside the door.
They were silent, which made Chen Qing a little confused.
To say that it was cautious about the unknown just now, now it is a bit nonsense.
"who……"
Before he could ask again, two female voices came from the door.
"Is it...Chen Qing?"
As he listened to the voice, two faces matched up in his mind.
Those were indeed his classmates, but in his mind, these two faces could no longer be connected with their names.
Who are they? what is it call.
This was a long time ago.
He hummed and took two steps forward: "What's the matter? Are you looking for me?"
Curious, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and found the head teacher's phone number in the blocked mailbox.
No, he's still sending text messages. If there's something urgent, he should call.
Just as he was wondering, he heard a "hmm" sound from outside the door.
"Can we... go in first?" The voice was timid, but her simple sentence exhausted her courage. After finishing the sentence, she fell into silence.
He thought for a moment, looked back at his home, and after making sure there was nothing that shouldn't be there, he opened the door.
The moment the door opened, he saw two pale faces.
His face was anything but natural, and could even be considered pale.
He looked at the two people and thought about it for a long time. After he was sure that he couldn't remember the names of the two people, he asked them: "What's the matter?"
He stepped aside half of his body and led the two classmates into the house.
The three of them walked all the way indoors, and when they saw that no one was around, they became a little bolder.
"You...we heard that you haven't come to school recently. Is it because you are helping the police station?"
The girl who spoke first had her hair tied high in a ponytail. Although she was also very nervous, it could be seen that she was more wary.
Chen Qing shook his head and nodded again: "I just help them by the way, not specifically for them."
He changed the topic and asked the two girls: "Why did you come to me specifically?"
When they heard this, although it was just a pleasantries between classmates, somehow they just felt that Chen Qing wanted to drive them away.
The two looked at each other, and the other girl, who looked more delicate, spoke: "We heard... that you were right..."
She hesitated for a moment, seeming to be struggling with her choice of words: "You often come into contact with ghosts and monsters, and that's why they at the police station called you for help."
She gestured twice, seeming a little anxious, nervous and impulsive: "I don't mean to look down on you! It's just... it's the kind of thing related to supernatural beings. We heard that you are very experienced."
He watched the girl in front of him stand up. In the dim light, the girl's figure looked particularly slender.
For a high school student who is seventeen or eighteen years old, she is too thin.
Chen Qing hesitated, but finally nodded. He was recalling the past, but he couldn't remember the names of the two girls in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he asked them: "Although it's a bit presumptuous to say this... …But I really can’t remember your names.
What are your names? "
Listening to these words, the girl who had been sitting finally showed a surprised look.
She tilted her head and asked Chen Qing: "Hey... Busy Chen... you can't even remember the names of the girls in our class, right?"
"Um……"
"real?"
"Um……"
He tilted his head and changed the subject: "Who told you that I live here? I remember I didn't tell anyone else."
They were silent for a while, and then the leading girl spoke: "It was the dean who said it."
As he listened, his brows suddenly wrinkled: "Dean? That old man told you my address..."
He hesitated, as if he had guessed something.
As they watched, their eyes found several documents lit on Chen Qing's desk.
