The matter of the promotional paper was just a small episode.
But Bai Su still walked around the community where he lived, as if patrolling his territory.
For now, there are no other unpleasant smells.
There were a few small supernatural beings, but he wasn't hungry at the moment, so he didn't come to the door.
Bai Su, who returned to the door of his residence, once again faced the dilemma of not bringing the key.
The black-haired young man was holding the box with one hand, and the other hand was close to the door lock.
White catkins emerged from the fingertips and penetrated into the keyhole.
Bai Su was not very skilled in the first operation, but after several attempts, he successfully opened the door with the key-shaped piece of white wool.
The room inside the door had been unoccupied for several days and had accumulated a thin layer of dust.
White shadows floated twice in the room
Bai Su casually placed the box containing food next to the coffee table and lay down on the sofa in the living room.
The black-haired young man burped again.
He pressed his fingertips against his forehead, his ring finger and thumb were placed next to his eyes and ears respectively, and the slender white line crawled in in the direction pointed by his fingers.
Compared to exploring the brain of a real human being, Bai Su was much more casual about doing things to himself.
The white thread stirred in the brain for a long time, tied up the small piece of shadow, and dragged it out from the scalp.
There was no blood, it was like pulling a piece of stuffing out of a wad of cotton.
It was a small broken branch. Bai Su couldn't remember exactly which part of the wooden Buddha it was. Maybe it was the root system, or maybe it was a section of a branch?
Not a plan.
Naturally, Bai Su couldn't simulate the state of human beings with special abilities, so he had to find another way and adopt another possibility mentioned by Qi Zhuyue.
For example, burying the supernatural part directly into the body.
As for why you chose to bury it in the brain... the human brain is really a wonderful place, isn't it?
After staring at the shivering broken branch for a while, Bai Su stuffed it back into his mind.
The position may be a little off compared to before. You may be able to find that the position of the shadow has changed if you take another photo.
But it doesn’t matter, humans will figure out the reason on their own.
Bai Su covered his face with the paper signed with his name, smelled the faint fragrance on the paper, and his breathing gradually became longer.
Monsters don't dream.
He paused his thoughts solemnly, but the time in the outside world kept moving. The minute hand crossed one circle after another, the calendar page turned, and the sky turned from darkness to glow again.
After getting rid of the supernatural events, human life returned to daily life.
To be precise, only half recovered.
The next day, Bai Su took off the paper covering his face, crumpled it twice into a small ball, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and ate it directly.
It doesn't matter whether you keep the signed paper or not.
The human police did not contact him in the morning, but only sent a message from the exchanged contact information.
Putting aside the polite words, there is only one thing that humans want to express: they are not ready yet, wait two days to find him, and don't run around before then.
Bai Su replied with a no problem emoticon, but there was no reply from the human police.
The efficiency is so slow... Doesn't anyone in their department work the night shift at night?
A 007 work system that could sympathize with capitalists came to mind for a moment. Monsters need very little rest time anyway.
The sun gradually rises, and communication devices connected to the network begin to receive messages continuously.
Bai Su first searched Fuzhao Temple online, but there was no news related to the cult.
Although the human police at the hospital categorically characterized the incident at Fuzhao Temple as an illegal gathering of people by a cult, no news has been released yet.
I could only find disaster news about a landslide in Kangtai Mountain. The specific cause of the landslide was unknown, so I attached a few eye-catching pictures of the mountains and forests.
The fallen trees and the houses that were crushed after the barrier was removed are shocking.
Someone close to me on the Internet said that there was no wind or rain that day. The only strange thing was that the fog on the mountain was very thick, so thick that it was almost white.
But not long after, the fog dissipated around afternoon, and under the gray sky, landslides had already occurred.
The disaster occurred on the same date as the Buddhist ceremony held at Fuzhao Temple, which aroused heated discussion on the Internet.
The hot discussion also reached Baisu.
In his capacity as an anchor, he told his fans that he was going to Fuzhao Temple.
The memories before entering the mountain gate came back, and Bai Su suddenly remembered something.
He seemed... to have said that he would bring souvenirs to his fans? Did you also say that you would forward the lottery?
Now that Fuzhao Temple is classified as a cult by the human police, he definitely can't use the red rope he bought before for the lottery... Oh no, he ate all the red ropes, so that's fine.
Bai Su moved his fingers and followed the instructions of the human police, explaining that he did not enter the mountain on the day of the landslide, so that fans could rest assured.
This is a decision made by the special department.
I always felt that An Xiangwen was a bit miserable, as his memory had to be changed twice.
Fans breathed a sigh of relief and began to ask questions.
Bai Su looked at the text that was constantly beating on the screen of his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and sent a message to a Yin Yang fish avatar in the chat software.
It is also a newly added friend, and there is only one message automatically sent by the system.
Bai Su tried to send a message, and the other party automatically replied with a long list of service charges for Qianhe Temple.
Baisu looked at the price list from top to bottom. Judging from the selling price, it was much cheaper than Fuzhao Temple.
It was clearly supposed to be class time, but the high school student opposite him immediately replied and did not return to the class as soon as he saw it.
Qianheguan xx: Wow, is this Mr. Bai? What do you want from me?
The young man kept posting for several days, and even said familiarly that he had nothing to do in the hospital at the moment and would not charge for chatting with him.
Of course, Bai Su was not looking for someone to chat with. He skipped the high school student's narration and copied a few verses of the text at the front.
Bai Su: Is there a discount for buying five copies of this and this?
Thousand Crane View xx points: Theoretically, there is no such thing, but Mr. Bai’s words say it can be possible!
Bai Su:?
Qianheguan xx Fenguan: Well, at this price anyway, what payment method should I use?
The person on the other side sent out three pictures, one of which was the total price after adding up the calculator. You can see that the last step of the calculation was multiplied by 0.9, giving a 10% discount.
The last two are the payment codes, both green and blue.
Bai Su picked Zhang Lu's one to make money. After receiving the money, the high school student sent an emoticon thanking him for his patronage.
Qianheguan xx: As for things, Mr. Bai will go to the bureau later, right? What will it bring to you then?
Bai Su has no objection.
But he just replied "Hello", and the lively young man over there sent several more words, which made Bai Su unbearable and left the chat box.
The young man sent another message, and when he found that there was really no reply, he regretfully stopped, perhaps to harass others.
After the phone stopped, Bai Su opened the contact information of Officer Xia and reminded him: Officer Xia, my luggage is still at the previous hospital.
After a while, the other person replied: I will return it to you next time we meet.
(End of chapter)
