Maybe the timing of the exit was clever enough, but if the lawyer at the end of the day wanted to stop it, there was nothing he couldn't do. He is the boss of this place, and the environmental advantages he has at his disposal cannot be overestimated.
If there is no way to stop him, then the boss of the terminal office will still have his own way - a way to deal with his going out.
It would be better not to let the dizzy Ke Qier face this method.
If you leave him in the house, the lawyer at the end of the day will probably not do anything to him because of the loss of justice.
Of course, it's just that most of the time, Ke Qil is at risk of dying - but when an angel faints in such an enemy's lair where the energy is very thin and the opponent has many thoughts, it's hard not to take some risks.
To find out the gap.
"Do you know what I least want to see in this world?" the lawyer from the end suddenly said from behind.
"All ears." Yi Cha stood still.
"It's just some other guy who got the short end of the stick for no reason. Every time I see something like this, it makes me heartbroken."
He spoke slowly and calmly through an open wall. "Beating and killing, taking by force, messing up the direction of flower arrangements, touching and touching ladies, it's not fair enough... I don't like these barbaric things the most."
"I think this is vulgar and immoral," the bright red figure said. "what you think?"
He was asking the right expert - no one knew better than a visitor from hell what it meant to fight, kill, and plunder. As for messing with the direction of the flower arrangement - if swallowing it in a bottle counts, then you can say that you know it very well.
As for the ladies…
Then you touch me and don't treat me equally, some great queen of hell.
"If you have heartache, you can consider drinking a little pandimensional nine-flavored water, which is effective for heart diseases in more than 70% of biological species." He said.
Real targeted care is much more ethical than semantic debate or echoing comments.
really. The terminal lawyer wisely did not continue the topic.
"Okay. Thank you. Okay." He paused for a second, raised his hand, and shouted, "Ring within the ring j."
Don't know what he is talking about.
But the angle between one of the clamp girl's legs holding the wall opening and the ground changed five degrees - causing her waist to twist parallelly two degrees, her left ear trembled seven degrees, and her eyes blinked half a degree - so it can be inferred that this It's calling her.
The j inside the ring is her name.
"Cooperate fully with our client. Just do whatever he wants you to do." The lawyer at the terminal said with a smile that numbed the sting of a bee.
Following his instructions, Huan Neihuan J gently and deftly lifted one leg, jumped out of the door in one step, and stuck closely to Yi Cha's side.
"It's not fair to give such orders to women and ask them to do this kind of thing."
Eliza points out this obvious moral issue.
"Ah. Tell me this." The bright red, fog-like figure hooked her fingers, and another clip girl behind him walked up to him, put her knees together, and sat obediently on his lap.
He grabbed her waist with one hand, touched her two long ears with the other, and tied them into a knot casually. "She's not a lady to me. She's just a subordinate. A subordinate I can use however I want. It's not vulgar, it's just using my rights."
He smiled. "But to you they are ladies."
"I guess there is some degree of unfairness here. You can give me an extra half point or something." Yi Cha said coldly.
"I'm kindly telling you. There is no unfairness between superiors and subordinates. This is a common rule. I just use this rule in my own direction."
The terminal lawyer buried his head on the head of the structure and began to bite the knotted ears of the clip girl. The girl obeyed without saying a word. "Besides, there's no point in arguing about this. Magical Guests. That's the way it was before we got here, and the underlying rules can't be challenged."
He waved.
The wall behind suddenly became transparent.
Icha once saw a similar game - put many dolls in a huge basket, and then use a trembling little fishing rod to catch fish.
There is such a section in the wall behind——
At least tens of thousands of clip girls were piled densely inside, like a large number of paper clips squeezed into a square box - except that they were still blinking and slowly kicking their legs and squirming.
It seemed like he was struggling, but it did nothing but make the whole scene appear dynamic and weird.
Yi Cha blinked and looked away.
Watching this stuff isn't good for your spirit. His current spirit is quite important.
"Sorry for bothering you repeatedly." The lawyer at the end of the line let out an annoying chuckle at Yi Cha.
He put his hand down, and the wall behind him returned to its gray and inconspicuous state. "You can go now. Don't forget. Don't do anything mean."
There was a dry feeling on his arm, and when he looked down, he saw that Huan Ji was holding his arm, and Yi Cha quickly pulled his arm out.
The girl remained silent, leaned against the wall, and painted two horizontal and vertical paintings.
The triangular temporary "door" zipped shut.
The bright red blurred figure, the monotonous regular room, the white angel, and the soft music that might as well have been hidden behind were all sealed away. The last one made the muffled sound of a zombie banging on the door in a coffin.
There wasn't even a gap left, as if he wasn't going back.
Yi Cha can probably guess what the lawyer at the end of the day said to recover the "loss value".
"Your right includes going outside, your right includes staying inside.
But you don't have the right to let me open a door for you alone - as for the door I opened to the corridor and let you out, it was because I was kind, generous, tolerant, and enthusiastic.
You should be grateful, but you don't have to thank me because I am kind, generous, tolerant, and enthusiastic. That's it. "
Damn it.
He could even guess what tone the guy would use and what dramatic rhetoric he would use.
The light is very dim.
But it didn't matter, Icha wasn't even looking.
Once you step out of the small gray room, your vision loses most of its meaning, and neither does the echo detection of sound waves. As soon as he entered this floor, he began to estimate the location and draw a map in his mind.
The small gray room is a good starting point for judging. He has already seen one of the three rooms on the right side of the corridor - the place where the two clip girls and the terminal lawyer came from is the first one, and the current one should be the second one.
In front of him is a large pile of broken pieces, like steps that have been melted once in a crucible and put together at random angles.
The background is a starry sky background without stars. Empty background.
In the far corner, there is half a pancake-shaped purple cloud—even if it is twisted like this, you must recognize it as the maelstrom of the ocean of nothingness at the end of the world.
A thin line was twisted from the center of the vortex, wound around a ball, bent back and forth at several sharp angles, and shot this way. This is the connection between the terminal office and a "no river".
Moving forward without trying to fly, the tactile connection between the present moment and the ground is very important.
He walked slowly up the stairs, relying on his sense of touch, looking for what he wanted.
Several times, Huan J within the ring tried to reach out to help him, but he skillfully dodged them.
