Oda and I have been squatting at the door for about half an hour. And this is also the sixth time the door has opened, and the sixth time a living person has walked out.
Everyone has their own characteristics, and class and status can be distinguished with just one glance.
It sounds strange to say, but they really don't look like a family.
"It seems he was right." Oda said.
"Well, just leave the rest to me. You can go downstairs and throw out the trash." I raised my eyebrows and said half-jokingly.
"You have to think of a good excuse to get rid of me, Si Ye." Oda took over the conversation.
"Ahaha," I smiled, "I don't really want to go in through the front entrance."
"We don't know the structure of his house. It's not a good idea to enter through the front door." Oda nodded in agreement.
I propped my chin up and stared at Oda quietly for a few seconds: "That's it, I'll climb in through the window of his living room and let you know after a round of detection. Then I'll take action directly."
"It's okay, going back and forth will easily attract the enemy's attention." Oda said.
"See you later." I said hello and left this place of right and wrong in a swaggering way.
When I went downstairs, I saw the aunt who was walking tremblingly again. Auntie's eyes were very cloudy, so I couldn't see clearly, but she seemed to be watching me all the time.
"Mom! Why did you run down by yourself again! You know you are..." A woman with curly hair stuck her head out of the window on the roof and roared at the Hedong lion downstairs. Suddenly she thought of something again and stopped speaking when she said the last sentence.
After hearing this, the old lady visibly trembled and murmured: "Get some sunshine."
"Hey, wait for me!" The woman sighed and retracted her head. She must have rushed downstairs.
"My ears are really good." I sighed, baring my teeth.
I walked around the building and found that jumping from one building to another was the best option: there were too many people downstairs and it was easy to be spotted.
However, when I walked upstairs, I realized that there were many people upstairs.
If the people downstairs are mostly elderly people sunbathing, then the people upstairs are all children playing ball.
I can't believe that their parents actually allow their children to play in such a dangerous place.
I walked to the edge of the building, waiting for a good opportunity to fly over.
I put my arms on the railing and pretended to enjoy the scenery comfortably. Suddenly I felt someone tugging at my clothes. When I looked down, I saw that it was a six or seven-year-old child.
The child held a rubber ball about the same size as his head in his arms and looked at me eagerly.
I got goosebumps all over my body when he stared at me.
The child's eyes were so dark, like an abyss, that it seemed like it could suck people in.
"Do you want me to play ball with you?" I asked.
"Well...brother!" The child nodded, his eyes as quiet as a pool of water.
I was silent for a moment, and then decided to just play, maybe it would be more convenient to use the ball to lure him away.
Knocking everyone unconscious or something, I still can't bear it.
I watched my hand getting closer and closer to the ball, and my heart beat violently.
A scene suddenly appeared in my mind: Oda finally managed to break through the siege with his supernatural powers. When he was taking a breath and taking a rest, a rubber ball rolled on the ground. He knelt down to pick it up, only to feel that his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
I stopped and thought about what I had experienced along the way.
No, it's all too weird.
I have an intuition that there is no living person in this community except me, Oda and Asagiri!
These people were all simulated by Chaogiri using supernatural powers!
Cold sweat began to break out on my body, and my eyes gradually became cold.
"Sawa Kirihara, a former port mafia killer, is now a good man...but is he really a good man?"
He is tall and thin, with fluffy green curly hair hanging on his face.
It was Kafka Asagiri, walking towards me comfortably while lowering his head and writing something in his notes.
He was muttering something inaudibly. I heard it very clearly. It was probably the content in his notes.
Since he can find me accurately, it means there must be spies around me.
I was very angry when I thought about myself being played by him, and the sound of electricity in my head was buzzing. I took out my dagger and stabbed the child in front of me through the chest.
The child fell to the ground like a sandbag, and the warm blood sprinkled all over me, but I only felt comfortable.
"It seems not. The stubborn and cruel roots are still stationed in his young and immature body, and his fangs will always be bloodthirsty..." Zhao Wu came to a conclusion and wrote quickly.
"what are you writing?"
The current in my mind is getting weirder and weirder, and it's driving me crazy.
"Please keep quiet while the author is writing." Chao Wu raised his head impatiently, flipped the notes in his hand to a page at random, tore it out and threw it at me.
I'm all too familiar with this move, every time Kunikida uses his powers, he does it too.
Sure enough, as soon as the page landed on the ground, it expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye and quickly grew into a human shape.
"Although it's still a semi-finished product, it's enough." Chaowu said.
Red hair, brown skin, bright eyes and white teeth.
No need to ask, he is Oda in his childhood.
"I shouldn't be here." Xiao Oda looked back, and he quickly found the culprit.
"Yes." Chaogiri replied lazily. He took off the cap of the pen and gently twisted it a few times with his hand.
A brilliant miniature firework emitted from the tip of his pen and got into the center of Xiao Oda's eyebrows.
Xiao Oda squatted down in pain, his eyes gradually blurred.
I suddenly thought of Oda lurking in front of Asagiri's house. I wonder if he has also become a puppet.
No, probably not. I shook my head. If he was also controlled, then it would not be the child standing here confronting me, but him himself.
Xiao Oda had already stood up, with a faint look in his eyes: "Speak, boss."
"Down."
"clear."
Little Oda rushed towards me. I have to say that at such a young age, his speed really amazed me.
But it can only amaze me before.
He can't match me now.
I wiped the dagger dry and hid it neatly behind my forearm. Xiao Oda's cold eyes were getting closer and closer to me, and the smell of blood seemed to be in the air.
Finally, he jumped in the air like a deer, and I opened my arms like a welcome to a lost child.
Oda rushed forward, and my dagger disappeared into the air at the same moment.
Another child fell to the ground, with a dagger stuck in his twitching body.
"Is it my turn?" Chaowu raised his head, showing no surprise.
"Maybe." I shrugged, not quite believing that he would take action himself.
The sun shone down, and it was the first time I knew it would be so red.
