"Where have you gone?"
"I have no idea."
"It's out! It's out! Catch it!!"
"I don't dare...ahhhh!"
With a high-pitched scream, a thumping sound of "bang bang bang -" came from the house.
"I'm exhausted."
Anxi collapsed on the ground and threw away the rope in her hand.
Zheng Jia on the side was still holding the pan and was at a loss. He glanced at the white-skinned man lying on the ground and asked in disbelief: "Is this good?"
Anxi nodded: "Okay."
…
Two hours ago.
After An Qian felt that her body was not in so much pain, she followed Chu Qingyan's suggestion and came to Zheng Jia's house to help him deal with the white-skinned man.
As a result, Zheng Jia made a confusing operation and accidentally crossed the boundary so that the white-skinned man could run around the house. Because he was timid and did not dare to step forward, An Qian, a wounded person, was asked to confront the white-skinned man in front.
Fortunately, in the end, he knocked the white-skinned man stupid with a pan continuously, making the white-skinned man stunned for a moment. Anxi took the opportunity to light the correction fluid, otherwise they would have died here.
"What time is it now?" Anxi touched her coat pocket and found that she came out without her mobile phone.
Zheng Jia turned a deaf ear.
His attention is now on the white-skinned man opposite who has had his prefix modified.
It is obviously the same prefix modified to "the most annoying imitation".
But the character of each white-skinned person is very different.
The one in Zheng Jia's house was obviously cooler. It stood up from the ground and straightened its non-existent clothes.
Then he walked slowly to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, then took out the projector from the cabinet to play the video, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed to watch it.
While watching the movie, I didn’t forget to light the scented candles on the table next to the sofa. Every move perfectly replicated the exquisite Instagram style popular on the Internet.
Zheng Jia stared blankly at the white-skinned man's every move, and suddenly said: "You said..."
"What's wrong?"
An Qian thought Zheng Jia wanted to ask how her props brought about earth-shaking changes in white-skinned people.
She was still thinking about whether she should make a joke and get over it, or whether she should be honest.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Jia said, "Tell me... how does it watch movies without eyes?"
"..."
Anxi was speechless.
But when Zheng Jia asked, An Qian was also a little curious.
She followed Zheng Jia's eyes and looked at the white-skinned man, observed it for a while, and then hesitated: "It's just pretending not to be looking."
Zheng Jia wrinkled his face in confusion: "Really? Why does it feel so sad?"
"Yeah?"
An Qian listened to Zheng Jia's words and continued to observe the white-skinned man.
Although it has no expression, it does convey a strong sadness.
"Oh, this..."
Because of Zheng Jia's unexpected words, An Qian made more assumptions about the white-skinned man's apparent emotions.
Although I don’t know how white-skinned people perceive the outside world.
But they have no eyes or mouths, so if they want to communicate, they must find a way to convey information.
Therefore, their emotional expression is particularly obvious. Maybe it is not just emotions, but also some unexplainable feeling, but emotions are definitely the most obvious.
Discovered the characteristics of white-skinned people.
Anxi was even more puzzled.
These white-skinned people can obviously find a place to form their own group if they can communicate with each other. Why do they appear in a small town?
If the town was originally a place where white-skinned people lived, then their appearance would not be human at all, but they should still have white skin.
Moreover, seeing how eager they are to imitate other people, it is even less likely that they are local residents, and more like outsiders trying to occupy this land.
But this is just An Qian’s unfounded speculation. If you want to confirm it...
Anxi suddenly raised her head and looked at the white-skinned man opposite, and asked unexpectedly: "Do you know where all the original residents of the town have gone?"
"..."
The white-skinned man didn't answer, after all, it hadn't grown a mouth yet.
But its momentary panic mood betrayed its pretense of sitting upright.
Sure enough, there used to be residents in this town, but now they have been invaded and controlled by white-skinned people like them.
It is difficult to confirm the number of white-skinned people. The worst result is that all the original residents of the town have disappeared.
In order to let more white-skinned people have good looks, they came up with the method of tourism.
Use false propaganda to attract more unsuspecting people into the town, and then make it impossible for them to return.
After thinking about it, a new speculation emerged.
Anxi asked the white-skinned man again: "So now the town is full of white-skinned people like you?"
"..."
The white-skinned man pretended to be calm and raised his coffee cup and took a sip.
But in the panic of being questioned, it forgot that it had no mouth, and the sip of coffee dripped down its chin.
"Remember to wipe it clean, otherwise it will attract insects." Zheng Jia looked at the brown liquid on the ground and reminded him kindly.
Poof!
The white-skinned man opposite seemed to have been stabbed in some painful spot. He became so angry that he slammed the coffee cup on the side table.
Zheng Jia was startled and said a little aggrieved: "What are you doing? I will only live here for five days, but you have to live here forever. I am kindly reminding you to take care of your home."
"..."
The white-skinned man lowered his head.
It was defeated by Zheng Jia's naivety.
He has never seen such a stupid human being in all his life. He has no idea what illogical thing he will do in the next second, which makes him confused about the current situation.
The white-skinned man was already disturbed by An Qian's cross-examination, and now he became even more uneasy because of Zheng Jia.
An Qian naturally saw the messy mentality of the fair-skinned man.
Not giving it any time to calm down, it pursued the victory and then asked: "Is your boss also in the town now?"
"..."
White-skinned people fight with silence.
But Anxi ignored it and kept asking questions.
"Whose identity is he taking now? Tour guide Anna?"
"The manager of the restaurant?"
"Grocery store owner?"
"I see, his profession must be very special, right?"
No matter how silent the white-skinned man is, his emotions cannot be hidden at all.
Hearing about the special occupation, the white-skinned man was greatly surprised for a moment. It seemed that Anxi really got the point.
"hehe."
Anxi let out a laugh that was particularly terrifying in the ears of white-skinned people.
The white-skinned man was shocked to realize that he could no longer stay here, but by the time it reacted, An Qian and Zheng Jia had already communicated with each other and surrounded it from left to right.
boom!
It received a hard blow on the head, and then continued beatings.
When the white-skinned man recovered from his brief dizziness, his wrists were tied up with thick hemp ropes like rice dumplings.
