The next day, the early morning sun shines through the clouds, but is completely cut off by the thick curtains of the window.
The midsummer is coming to an end, and autumn is coming quietly without knowing it. There are several waves of cold air. The flower beds downstairs are gradually withering, and only a few dry flowers are still firmly on the branches.
Tan Li, who was hanging behind the curtain, tilted his head and turned his gaze to the pot of cactus that was placed by the window.
The thorns of the cactus looked like fluff around the green ball from a distance, but there were no flowers on it, just a green patch.
It was bought by Xiao Li specially for her when the season turned colder. The request was: big enough to support her.
The puppet looked back faintly, picked up the watering can on the side, and watered the cactus.
Or else... Ask him again for a pot of flowers, request: have flowers, big enough to support.
The point is the first two words.
Tan Li thought.
In the room in front of the curtain, Xiao Li also came out of the bathroom, picked up the schoolbag hanging in front of the table, and prepared to go to school.
The puppet put down the watering can, slid down from the curtain, and slipped into Xiao Li's pocket very skillfully. Before burying his little head in it, Tan Li raised his head, took Xiao Li's hand, and placed it in his palm. wrote a sentence:
"I also want a pot of flowers, okay?"
Xiao Li said, "What flowers do you want?"
Doll: "...I think about it."
Tan Li closed his eyes, curled up completely into his pocket, and began to empty himself: What kind of flowers would be better to grow
Xiao Li covered his pocket and picked up the key beside him. When he saw the little yellow book spread out on the table, he hesitated for a while, and rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket as usual.
The recent little yellow book is very quiet.
… This feeling has been going on for a long time, no more rude words, not even strange actions, only the unshakable "good morning" and "good night" every day, like an emotionless greeting machine.
This transformation seems to be from-
Shen Mizhi and him teamed up to start.
After a long drive, Xiao Li got off the crowded subway and sat in the classroom after a long absence, lying on the desk thinking.
When it comes to Shen Mizhi, I have to think about what happened last night...
Xiao Li opened WeChat and glanced at it. There were several messages from Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing. They all asked him how he was in the end. He answered a few words, then buried his face in his arms and silently used He arched his head over his elbows.
"Xiao Li," a surprised voice entered his eardrum, and the owner of the voice was standing in front of his desk, "You actually came to school today."
Xiao Li raised his head, with the imprint of his arm remaining on half of his face, with a thin red glow, he said weakly, "I didn't expect it either."
Zheng Yi has a strong recovery ability and is optimistic. He simply pulled over the stool of Xiao Li's front table, looked at Xiao Li's face and scratched his face and said, "There was too much information last night, I didn't sleep well all night, you What did you jump for? It made me have nightmares, I dreamed that I reached out to grab you but didn't catch you, and you fell to the ground..."
Xiao Li: "Sorry, I didn't think about it that much at the time."
Zheng Yi: "It's okay, why do you want to jump off?"
Xiao Li: "...The building is very high, so I suddenly wanted to jump. Anyway, I will be teleported back after the mission is over."
Zheng Yi: "I don't know how to say it, but I feel like I am Sherlock."
Xiao Li: "..."
At this time, there were already more students around, Zheng Yi cautiously got closer, lowered his voice as if exchanging some secret information, and said, "Who was the person who kidnapped me last night? Deliberately looking for you. , what are the gods he is talking about? What else is there, such as brain cores, sub-universes, etc., am I listening to a science fiction movie?"
Xiao Li picked a few simple questions to answer: "He is the god of deceit, haven't you touched anything similar to... gods in other dungeons?"
"I always say that there are more ghosts, and I have only encountered cults a few times." Zheng Yi showed a look of memory, "But I couldn't sleep last night, so I went to the forum to search, it seems that the gods have been mentioned, There are 'Reaper believers', and some are believers of the 'Goddess of Wisdom', generally the Western Holy See believes in these, I think they are all fictional."
Xiao Li said, "There are ghosts in this world, how can you be sure that there are no gods?"
Zheng Yi: "That's true. I didn't expect this kind of absurd thing to turn out to be true. Also, Xiao Li, did you make it? Yesterday that Lin Qili finally went to the forum to ask you how you were doing. I I went back to that forum, and by the way, I also blew you."
Zheng Yi opened his task book like a treasure, took out a pen to write and draw on it, and then appeared on it to the page of the post on the forum, turned it around, and put it in front of Xiao Li to show him.
It was a post that became popular because of the many replies in a short period of time, and the title was "Does anyone know Hercules?" Last night he jumped from the building Sherlock style, I want to ask anyone who knows him to tell me how he is, should he be all right? 》
[Front row, who is Hercule? Never heard of it, is it a Sherlock fan?]
[Jumping off the building, I sprayed, this is too much worship of Sherlock, summer fans are awesome, Moriarty: Why don't I have such fans?]
[Upstairs, Ben Sherlock fans feel offended.]
[Who are Sherlock and Moriarty you are talking about, are they the characters in the novel I know?]
[No, a certain two dungeon bosses 23333, on the global leaderboard.]
At this time, seeing that the topic was already crooked, Lin Qili, the poster, came out to save the crooked building: [Wait, stop crooked, don't you know Hercules?]
The following is from Zheng Yihui: [Come, come, he's fine, calculated the return time and jumped, and disappeared halfway through the jump.]
[Hey, imagine that scene in this way, it's pretty cool.]
[Cheeriness is divided. If it is a big guy like Sherlock, he is very handsome, but if Hercule is a short, fat and ugly ordinary person, then... ]
Zheng Yi: […I don’t scold you because you are a Xia fan, but Hercule is very handsome, a big guy of the same level as Sherlock.]
People who eat melons: [Enough is enough, don't blow it, I see your other posts are summer blows, why are you blowing Hercules here?]
Zheng Yi: [You can't control the specific reasons. Anyway, you know that Hercule is handsome too.]
[You have the ability to hit the hammer, Sherlock has actual achievements, what does Hercule have?]
[Is it enough for him to let go of all the test items in an underground laboratory?]
The ID of the person who replied is impressively "Yan Luo".
When Zheng Yi and Xiao Li reviewed this together, he slapped his mouth and commented: "I see that Yama has been praising Moriarty, and I thought he had an opinion on you, and I have spat with him several times, now The united front, find that he is barely okay, and will not spray him in the future."
Xiao Li: "..."
After Yan Luo's reply, it was Zheng Yi himself: [And he used King Qin to walk around the pillar to make the long-handed ghost in the game circle around the tree trunk several times.]
Yan Luo: [Let the ghost in red from the last dungeon deal with the asphalt ghost, and dyed the ghost's clothes black, I wanted to burn her "Blue Moon Washing Liquid" at the time...]
Zheng Yi: [He is still the president of the Ghost Association.]
Seeing Xiao Li here: "... This association doesn't exist, okay? That's just me cheating Qian Zixuan."
Zheng Yi: "It doesn't matter, it exists, and we have our motto."
Xiao Li: "..."
The following posts are still blowing water:
[Why is this style similar to my Sherlock?]
[Xia Bhui upstairs, why, Sherlock registered the exclusive right of this kind of behavior? It looks a lot like Moriarty to me.]
Kudo: [I stumbled across this post by accident, in fact, I wanted to ask him how he was doing, but seeing the doubts upstairs, let me add a few points. Hercule saved me, he likes to be friends with ghosts, the kind that can get several ghosts partying downstairs in your house with one phone call.]
[Use the phone ghost to fight the phone ghost, let Bloody Mary forcibly separate the corpse on his back and the corpse on his back, thinking that the corpse behind the ghoul is his wife, when corrected, he thought it was her husband...]
[The ghouls cry out from the soul: I am straight, straighter than a steel pipe!]
[Ghost Back: It doesn't matter if you slander her as my wife, but you can't insult my sexuality!]
[? ? Kudo big? If this is true, then Hercule, Sherlock and Moriarty are three brothers, triplets.]
[But this style of painting was not learned by others.]
[Yes, yes, I once tried to imitate Sherlock's behavior, but I failed. That time, I met a Specter sitting on a tree. It climbed down at me like a snake from the tree. I wanted to grab it or give it some slippery force to make it fall down, but... I was so frightened that three souls disappeared and seven souls disappeared, and I didn’t know how to react, but the automatic life-saving props saved my dog’s life.]
[If it is Hercule like this, it is so handsome to jump from a tall building!]
[Is this going to blow? !]
[Remember: Those who don’t make it to the global rankings are all stinky fish and rotten shrimp. Hercule is a big carp in a fish pond, and it’s not comparable to a killer whale like Sherlock.]
Under this reply, Yama bubbling again: [Replace Sherlock with Moriarty, and I will agree.]
Zheng Yi: [? ? ? roll!]
He aimed the artillery fire at Ye Zeqing again.
Zheng Yi in front of Xiao Li said: "It's a waste of me to think that Yan Luo is good because of the same enemy, but, hehe, he looks down on you, Xiao Li, you should stay away from him in the future. Even if he praises you for a while, but deep in your heart I still think Moriarty is the best."
Xiao Li felt that it was time to tell him the truth, he paused and interrupted Zheng Yi: "Zheng Yi, in fact, I am—"
As soon as he said this, the chair beside him was pulled away.
Shen Mizhi also sat down, his figure looked very oppressive, although he didn't speak, he just looked here quietly - to be precise, he was looking at Xiao Li, but Zheng Yi's back was stiff, as if It's like being targeted by some kind of beast.
The young man's face was expressionless, but Xiao Li somehow felt that the other party was not very happy.
Shen Mizhi's voice asked coldly, "What are you talking about?"