"An Xiangwen?"
Bai Su narrowed his eyes and shouted one last time.
The curly-haired young man whose body was limp on the bed tossed and turned as he did not wake up or react in any other way.
Bai Su tried to put the pillow over the human's face, and estimated the force and duration of the suffocation. An Xiangwen didn't respond. After he let go, the human's face turned red and even a little purple.
Suppressed by him.
Bai Su threw the pillow aside without any apology, and pinched the human's face twice, leaving deep red pinch marks.
Human beings are lethargic, why?
Bai Su thought of something. He looked at the window on the side, quickly jumped out of the window and landed outside the next room.
Looking inside from the window, other humans in the room were also unconscious. Some people didn't even have time to get into bed and lay directly on the ground.
"Ta, tap..."
There were footsteps approaching in the distance. Bai Su returned along the original path and closed the window, leaving a half-slit.
Through the remaining gap, he saw the human monk staggering over during the day. The moonlight shone on his face, and his eyes that could be seen were a little dull.
The human monk seemed to be controlled by something. He opened the door next door stiffly, walked in after hearing the noise, and then made a few slight noises.
In confusion, White swam out from the gap in the window, climbed over the calf-high grass, and climbed onto the window sill of the next door room.
The soft white meat balled up into a ball, forming the shape of eyes looking inward.
The monk who behaved dully dragged the person lying on the ground, but he was not very smart and failed to avoid obstacles such as tables in the room, causing tourists to bump into them one after another.
A big bag appeared on the tourist's head, but he didn't wake up.
It looks quite painful.
The monk finally helped the tourist onto the bed and placed him in a lying position.
Then he turned around and was about to go out. The direction of his movement seemed to be Bai Su's room.
The white eyeballs retreated at the speed of light, and it only took three seconds to go from sitting to lying down.
When the human monks opened the door to their room, they saw only two sleeping tourists.
Just in case, the monk walked around the room and left with clumsy steps after a few minutes.
As soon as the human monk left, Baisu turned over and sat up again.
Human lethargy is associated with this temple.
It is not difficult to come to this conclusion. The question now is what humans experience during sleep.
Bai Su, who didn't have the right expertise, couldn't pry open human brains and get into human dreams. He thought about it briefly and put the problem aside.
Let’s think about how to go around the temple first.
The black-haired young man walked around the room twice. He tried to push the door open, but after his eyes touched his height of nearly 1.8 meters, Bai Su still stepped back.
The size of the human body is a bit eye-catching.
However, the advantage of Fuzhao Temple compared to the hospital is that there are no monitoring equipment, which may be intentional by the temple.
This greatly facilitates Baisu.
Get the whole image of ease of movement.
The black-haired young man squatted on the ground. He was holding a large ball of cotton wool in his hand. The soft white material was extremely malleable. He was playing with the mobile phone at hand.
"Legs... four legs, I feel like I can run faster."
"The head... Why is there no frontal photo of the head... Forget it, just pinch it."
The soft murmur echoed in the room but there was no second audience. An Xiangwen fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
Bai Su kneaded and kneaded it, and in a short time, the white catkins that split from his body were kneaded into a specific shape.
Different from the previous separate eyeballs, the shape of the clone this time is...probably in line with human aesthetics.
The white curly-haired small dog stood motionless on the ground. It's a bit reluctant to call it a small dog. At first glance, it looks like a dog-like creature from a distance, but if you look closely...
Okay, Bai Su admits that he did it a bit casually, the resemblance is enough, and it’s just to deceive passers-by anyway.
Maybe the moonlight tonight is dim enough that the people in the temple can't see clearly.
Bai Su, who didn't think white was dazzling at all, thought casually.
He reached out and pulled down the white catkins above the eyes so that they wouldn't look so scary.
In fact, the bottom of the curly hair on the body is similar. If you lift it casually, you can see an eyeball... Well, just hide it. I hope no one will be mean.
"Okay." Bai Su patted the back of the creature that looked like a dog but not a dog, "Let's go, um... Xiao Bai No. 2?"
…
The white dog known as Little White No. 2 jumped out of the window.
As soon as the white dog landed on the ground, he shook out the curly white catkins on his body.
It took steps and walked quickly through the grass as high as a human calf.
During the day, it wanted to say that there were no ordinary animals in this temple.
Birds chirped and insects chirped, and the creatures that should have been ubiquitous in the mountains were completely extinct near the top of the mountain.
Even halfway up the mountain, you can occasionally see a few birds flying across the sky, but there are none as soon as you enter Fuzhao Temple.
Really, don’t humans find it strange?
The white dog walked through the grass and came to the wall.
Although White Dog looks like a dog, it is actually the clone of a monster.
The small claws pressed against the wall, leaving a few plum blossom-like white marks, which were very conspicuous on the ocher-red wall.
The white dog stood on the wall, at an angle of 90 degrees to the ground, and looked at the mark left behind.
It thought for a while, then went back and swept the wall with its tail.
Don't cause too much trouble to the main body, otherwise there won't be a chance to come out next time.
Then the white dog jumped off the wall and climbed out of the yard, running briskly on the catwalk.
A white shadow flashed past. The passing monk rubbed his eyes with a lamp and asked his companions beside him.
"Did you see anything go by?"
"No, you are wrong." Another monk replied perfunctorily, urging his companions to continue walking, "There are no outsiders in our temple. Nothing has happened in these years."
In the words of the monks, the safest place in the world is their Fuzhao Temple, which is blessed by the Buddha.
The monk was extremely confident, talking to his companions and continuing to move forward.
Not long after they left, a white dumpling rolled out of the grass.
The white poodle lay on all fours and shook its head. Several leaves mixed with white catkins melted slowly, and the white color was still a pure color.
Buddha, it kind of wants to know what the Buddha the monks say looks like. Maybe it will be a delicious meal.
With no clues about the delicious food, the white dog ran to the five-story tower. The door of the tower was closed and locked at night, but the white dog gave full play to its ability to be a liquid, clawing at the window frame with all four legs, pushing open the glazed glass, and heading towards A drill inside.
It fell to the ground without a sound, after all, it was just a ball of white catkins.
The monk in the pagoda sat there drowsily, until a gust of wind blew, and the coolness made him wake up slightly.
"Hey, didn't I close the window?" The monk saw the falling moonlight under the candlelight, "It happened to be patrol time."
The monk yawned sleepily and walked over to close the window.
Then he picked up the flashlight and headed towards the stairs, walking up one step at a time.
And in the blind spot of the stairs below him, white dogs were also jumping up the steps.
Thinking about it, the dog's shape is probably like a Katie dog with white curly hair (?)
After being torn between cats and dogs for a while, I realized that I was actually the dog type.
(End of chapter)
