The little black man didn't know if he was tired. He jumped on Xia Youyuanluo's shoulder and took a breath for a while before taking the next step: he tremblingly whispered into Xia Youyuanluo's ear——
"I like, like, like, like you."
Xia Youyuanluo, who patiently wanted to see what the little black man was going to do, said: "?"
After a moment of silence, Xia Youyuanluo patted his shoulder. After all, he was in a taxi, so it would be bad if the driver saw him.
Taking advantage of the situation, Xia Youyuanluo caught the little black man in his hand, and was not in a hurry to kill it. This kind of monster that came to his door was quite strange, and he wanted to study its principle.
But I will see my brother later. He can see the monster, so he has to hide the little monster, otherwise it will be a pity if he is killed by his brother.
Putting the little black man into his pocket to prevent him from running out, Xia Youyuanluo decided to put one hand in his pocket to control the little black man.
Two minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the college.
Xia Youyuanluo paid and got out of the car with a bag of mung bean soup in his other hand.
Because he told Xia Youjie about the arrival time early in the morning, Xia Youjie was already at the school gate. Seeing his younger brother, Xia Youjie hurriedly stepped forward and took the bag from his younger brother's hand.
"Please take a trip."
"Brother, if you are not busy, go home and drink. The mung bean soup just taken out of the refrigerator tastes the best."
Xia Youjie knew what his brother meant, so he smiled, said nothing, and changed the topic, "How are you doing lately?"
"fine."
"Studying."
"no problem."
"The high school entrance examination will be held next semester. Have you decided which school to attend?"
"Black Lord Academy or Bingsheng High School."
"...Where's home?"
"My parents are pretty good too."
After a few more pleasantries, Xia Youyuanluo took the initiative and said, "Brother, please go back, in case the mung bean soup doesn't taste good."
"Then...be careful on the road."
"OK Bye Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
After saying goodbye to his brother, Xia Youyuanluo was not busy going back. Under Xia Youjie's gaze, he got into a taxi and talked about the location of his home. After walking a little further, he changed it to a commercial street not far from his home.
He happened to pass by here a few days ago and felt the creepy sense of crisis he felt after being targeted by the chameleon.
What does this mean? It means that there is a big opportunity (experimental subject) waiting for him.
Although he had a little black man in his hand, it did not affect him from continuing with his original plan - in other words, the little black man was not qualified.
Deliberately avoiding the camera and coming to a deserted corner, Xia Youyuanluo unzipped his coat, took out a red mountain ghost mask from the lining pocket and put it on.
The clothes were also changed. He bought clothes that could be worn on both sides. One side is smooth waterproof fabric and the other is soft cotton.
Then he took out the sweatshirt and hat tucked under his coat, put it on, lifted up his bangs, and it was all done.
Finally, Xia Youyuanluo thought for a while, took off the bracelet from his wrist, untied it, tied it to the little black man, and tied the other end to the zipper of his coat.
Then walk into the commercial street.
His dress was a bit strange, but there were many people in Japan wearing strange clothes. Moreover, Xia Youyuanluo's mask was a bit strange at best, so no one noticed him.
Following the guidance of his intuition, Xia Youyuanluo moved forward without stopping.
This street runs horizontally from northeast to southwest, with a total length of more than a thousand meters, and there are shops on both sides. The history of this street is not short, but because there is a fashionable shopping mall nearby that sells all brand and Internet celebrity products, this street has gradually declined, and the only people you can meet are elderly men. Auntie, there are so few young people.
After walking forward for about 400 meters, Xia Youyuanluo stopped and turned to face a shop selling traditional snacks.
*
The moment he stepped into the shop, Xia Youyuanluo clearly felt as if he had passed through a membrane, and then a sweet and pungent aroma hit his face.
It's daytime now, so the store is bright even if the lights aren't turned on.
But the strange thing is that it is very dark, very dark.
The abnormalities revealed everywhere showed that Xia Youyuanluo was not looking in the wrong place.
The eyes behind the mask were calm and unruffled. Xia Youyuanluo stepped inside and walked inside.
It was quiet, no sound at all. Therefore, Xia Youyuanluo's breathing, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as he walked, and the sound of footsteps could all be heard clearly.
There seemed to be only one living creature in the entire space, Xia Youyuanluo.
Even the little black man who had been twisting left and right before now stopped moving, huddled in Xia Youyuanluo's pocket as stiff as a stone.
The difference in power between monsters is as obvious as the class distinction among humans, and the suppression effect is maximal.
The space of the dessert shop is not large, and it is only a dozen steps away. But Xia Youyuanluo has been walking for two minutes and has not reached the end of the dessert shop yet.
Xia Youyuanluo stopped.
So high-level monsters also have the ability to control space, maybe it's that membrane - or barrier.
Similar to the chameleon monster I encountered at the beginning, that chameleon monster opened up a dark space.
Make space... I want it.
To this day, Xia Youyuanluo still doesn't know how he left the dark space and why the chameleon monster let him go. However, according to Xia Youyuanluo, who had studied the monster for so many days, enough to write a monster observation manual, it was impossible for the monster to give up the prey it had obtained, and the only way was to fight it off.
Could anyone help me at that time? Xia Youyuanluo thinks not.
What happened during that brief period of time when he was unconscious? have no idea.
The only thing that is certain is that he must have saved himself.
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."
The sound of liquid falling suddenly came from the dead-quiet space.
Xia Youyuanluo looked up and met a pair of blood-red eyes.
"Do you like...cake...try the yokan, the cake is not delicious."
*
College dormitory.
Xia Youyuan Luoti's bucket of mung bean soup was very generous. Xia Youjie divided it into two large bowls at the same time, but there was still a lot left.
Seeing this, Gojo Satoru said: "Put it in the refrigerator."
Normal schools naturally don’t have refrigerators.
Although the junior high school is not a normal school, it does not have a refrigerator.
Until this generation of freshmen entered the school - Gojo Satoru moved a refrigerator not long after. For Gojo Satoru, who loves sweets, desserts are indispensable, and a refrigerator is indispensable to preserve desserts.
Considering that Gojo Satoru was indeed in a special situation, the school agreed simply on this point.
"I think I can add more sugar next time, it's too bland." Gojo Satoru commented.
"Is it possible that this is the sweetness of a normal person?" Xia Youjie said speechlessly.
At this time, the cell phone on the table rang. Xia Youjie looked at the note and saw that it was the auxiliary supervisor and picked it up to answer the call.
["Natsuyou-kun, Gojo Satoru's phone number can't be reached. Is he with you now?"]
"Here I am."
["There is a special item in the commercial street of district x, please tell Gojo Satoru to arrive as soon as possible."]
