The man was so strong that she couldn't break free, and the feeling of death swept over her again.
Fortunately, this eye-catching move attracted many people to watch.
Many people pointed squares of different colors at the man. Those people did not speak, but they clearly made the man feel uncomfortable.
"Stop shooting!"
The man yelled at the group of people, grabbed Bai Jing and rushed into an alley.
People living in the alley had been waiting early, holding up boxes and laughing and cursing as he passed by.
The man ran even more awkwardly, and this phenomenon was not relieved until he got into an underground passage.
His body collapsed on the wet ground, pointing at Bai Jing: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Bai Jing was confused by the question, "I'll give this question back to you."
Reminiscent of previous encounters.
She looked at the man carefully. He looked tired, with a thin beard taking up most of his face and a short haircut. The upper body was dressed in simple and rough clothes. A few small holes were broken in the brown leather jacket, revealing the orange striped sweater covered with dirt inside. The jeans were worn until they were smooth, and only a pair of leather boots were clean and tidy.
"Saving sentient beings?" Bai Jing asked hesitantly.
The man gave her a strange look: "I'm not Jesus, so I can save all sentient beings."
After speaking, he took out a note and photo from his coat pocket: "See for yourself, what is going on?"
You can see the photo at a glance. The people inside have empty eyes, even a little fear.
Isn't this yourself?
Bai Jing ignored the photo and unfolded the note, only to see two lines written on it: "Skyscraper, two o'clock in the afternoon, go there every Wednesday."
She lowered her gaze and her handwriting was a little distorted. It could be seen that the person who wrote it was anxious: "Time will correct everything, but I don't have time anymore."
Then the man spoke: "This note and photo appear on my bedside almost every day, totaling more than a thousand. Sister, you have been harassing me for three years."
Both of these things appeared every day for three years.
He even installed countless surveillance cameras to monitor this prank, but it was all in vain.
Bai Jing couldn't give him an answer at the moment.
I could only respond perfunctorily: "Maybe it was sent to the wrong person."
"Haha, can you send me the wrong three years?" The man stood up, patted his butt, and looked at the little girl in front of him again, "You don't look like a local."
Bai Jing looked down and saw that her dress was still the same as before. Her style was completely opposite to that of men and people on the street outside.
"Like a beggar." The man commented.
She gave him a dissatisfied look. Surviving in the apocalypse was difficult enough, let alone dressing up.
I chatted with the man for a few words and got some important information from it.
It is now the third year of the Doomsday Era. The man's name is Huo Budu. He is currently an unemployed vagrant and has been harassed by her since three years ago.
Bai Jing thought of the boxes just now and asked him again: "Is that a new type of weapon?"
Huo Budu's expression looked like he had seen a ghost, "Don't you even know what a mobile phone is?"
"Communicator." She gave a textbook answer in the new world.
Huo Budu's expression became more abstract, "Forget it, I'll just treat you as an alien. After all, people can mutate, and it's normal to have a few more aliens."
Bai Jing did not refute.
After all, it would be even more ridiculous to ask her to explain the "Spirit Awakener", "Five Laws" and "Superpowers" to Huo Budu.
These things are just like the "mobile phone", "wife" and "ordinary people" he calls them.
It is simply a "cross-century" communication.
"So I did what you said, can you not harass me in the future?" Huo Budu sounded a little pleading, and it seemed that he really didn't want to be harassed by this kind of terror anymore.
Bai Jing couldn't agree, and now he couldn't find an opportunity to go back, so he proposed a deal: "Take me to experience the old world for three days, and I will leave."
"Old world?" Huo Budu thought for a while, "You want to travel through time, but I don't have the technology."
"Well, this is the world now." She almost forgot that the beginning of the Doomsday Era was also turned into a part of the old world.
Huo Budu repeatedly confirmed: "Three days, if you still pester me after three days, we will meet directly at the police station."
The police station... should be similar to the city defense department in the main city, right?
Bai Jing nodded in agreement.
My heart whispered to Black and White Wuchang and Huo Qi. The two ghosts seemed to have never been there before, and they were in deathly silence.
She seemed a little uneasy and followed Huo Budu closely to his residence.
After passing through the long passage, Huo Budu climbed up a staircase and waved for her to follow after confirming that there was no one above.
"Well, my home is right here." Huo Budu said, pointing to the small room between several tall buildings.
The house is built of red bricks, with thick wild grass growing on the roof, and two lazy tabby cats lying on the roof.
There is a stack of paper sheets in front of the house, and vegetables are grown on the enclosed land.
There are several pots of unknown flowers placed on the steps, and the overall look is inexplicably peaceful.
Both buildings are abandoned buildings, and the small bungalow in the middle is more vibrant.
Bai Jing followed him in. The furnishings in the house were even simpler. They were all basic daily necessities. The most brand-new ones were undoubtedly the two computers on the table.
Her attention was drawn, and she walked over, still curious. The picture on the screen changed, and several pictures of girls in swimsuits appeared.
"Ahem, cough, adult needs." Huo Budu quickly came over to share the room, pointed to the second floor and said, "I'll let you live in the room above. Toiletries..."
He opened the balance of his mobile phone and frowned: "Do you have money?"
Even if there is one, it probably won't be used.
Bai Jing shook his head.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly there was a sound of rapid slapping at the door, followed by a man shouting: "Huo Budu! I know you are back. Come out and hand in the report. How long have you been delaying?"
Huo Budu originally hid in a panic, but when he saw Bai Jing, he stopped and walked to open the door.
"Oh, why didn't you avoid me today? Have you finished writing the report?" the man said in a strange tone.
Huo Budu smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm getting married today, and I'll share the money."
The air was deathly still.
Then there was a man's mocking voice: "Whoever falls in love with you is blind, don't use this excuse to prevaricate me."
Huo Budu moved away, and the man naturally saw Bai Jing.
She smiled stiffly, matching Huo Budu's performance, "Hello, my name is Bai Jing, and I am his girlfriend."
The man's expression changed extremely interestingly. He took a step back and murmured: "I must not have woken up."
Huo Budu held his shoulders: "Brother Ning, share the money."
Ning Yiqing lowered his head, looked at Bai Jing and then at him, and finally took out his mobile phone to transfer money.
Huo Budu smiled even deeper, opened the door and invited him in.
"Sister, if it doesn't work, you should go see an ophthalmologist and have a look." Ning Yiqing walked into the room, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Bai Jing could not fall in love with his good-for-nothing brother.
Bai Jing could only face him with a smile and stuttered: "He, he is actually quite good."
He sat down on the sofa carelessly, picked up the kettle and poured water. As if he thought of something, he raised his eyes and asked, "Sister, have I seen you somewhere?"
