The Peeker's back was visibly curved from stiff to rigid, causing half of his head to pop out of the trash can.
He hesitated for a moment whether to turn his head to the left or to the right, and finally settled on the left side, which felt like a human palm.
However, when the peeper looked towards Xiao Li's palm, the hair belonging to the puppet was bent in dissatisfaction and knocked on the back of his right shoulder.
The peeper was stunned for a moment, recalling the fear of being dominated by his hair, he stopped his movements subconsciously, and turned to look to the right.
But Xiao Li laughed, and lazily stretched out his hand and squeezed his shoulder again.
The left and right sides exerted pressure at the same time, and the peeper did not know what to do. After a difficult decision, he chose the direction of the human palm.
What caught his eye was an unfamiliar yet familiar face. The young man raised his chin at him and asked casually, "What are you doing here?"
The words he said were interrogative sentences, but there was no such curiosity in his eyes.
The peeping person squatting in the trash can has messy hair and a short stature, so he can forcibly squeeze into the trash can. He is wearing a school uniform, without zippers, and his feet are on the trash. It is Xu Jiaheng.
Xu Jiaheng looked at Xiao Li, and then followed the hair on his right shoulder, positioning the end point in Xiao Li's pocket all the way.
The impact of this strand of hair made him forget what he wanted to say at first, and stammered: "This, is the hair you?"
Xu Jiaheng tried to stand up while speaking, but his forehead hit the cantilever beam above the trash can, making a muffled sound.
Xiao Li's eyes didn't blink and his heart skipped a beat: "... Oh, this is my assistant."
"Then that time at my window, it was actually—" Xu Jiaheng covered his forehead and got out of the trash can with his limbs twisted.
Xiao Li interrupted him: "—What are you doing squatting in the trash can?"
Xu Jiaheng: "..."
Xiao Li patiently brought the topic back and repeated his question again.
Until Xu Jiaheng replied in a trance: "Pick up trash?"
Xiao Li: "Then hide and look across the street by the way? Are you playing hide-and-seek by yourself?"
He paused for a while before continuing: "Also, even if it's picking up trash, didn't your mother teach you not to squat in the trash can to pick up trash?"
A strange confusion appeared on Xu Jiaheng's face: "...I just want to see if you have been attacked, and what are your means of resisting the attack."
Xiao Li: "Why don't you take the initiative to go there?"
Xu Jiaheng lowered his head, this time he slowly raised his head after a while, his eyes rolled up: "Because I like this... Look at you."
Xiao Li gave a surprised "Huh": "Do you like trash cans? Children's preferences are very special and dangerous!"
Xu Jiaheng: "..."
Are you fuckin' with the trash can? !
After Xiao Li said those words, he glanced at the reincarnators across the street, and walked towards them.
He took two steps, and seeing that Xu Jiaheng didn't keep up, and even had a tendency to run out, Xiao Li turned his head: "Don't take a close look to see if they were attacked?"
He put the emphasis on the word "close".
Xu Jiaheng shook his head like a rattle: "I'm going back."
"Where are you going?" Xiao Li asked with interest, "Your mother's arms?"
"You know I won't go back, she's too scary," Xu Jiaheng shuddered when he said of his mother, and a piece of chewing gum fell from his rolled up trousers, "I live at my roommate."
The doll curled it up with his hair and threw it back into the trash can.
Xiao Li: "Then did you realize that you are the same as your mother now?"
Xu Jiaheng doesn't seem to understand Xiao Li's words: "How come, no."
He started to step back, keeping his eyes fixed on Xiao Li, and disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.
Xiao Li didn't stop him.
On the opposite side of the road at the same time, perhaps because Xu Jiaheng withdrew his peeping gaze, those reincarnators who were leaning against the wall no longer had that kind of thorn-like gaze.
"That feeling is gone." Jin Handong was the first to speak.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bruce subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but before the impulse turned into action, he restrained himself: "I feel the same way."
"Wait a minute to prevent the trap." Wen Wenwen still closed his eyes tightly, and finally asked in confusion, "Did you hear anything?"
"The sound of the wind?"
"No, it seems to be the sound of something hitting a wall or a branch, that kind of muffled sound." Jin Handong also heard it, and she tried to guess the source of the sound, "Maybe the wind hit something with something. the wall."
A familiar voice with a bit of sarcasm interjected at this time: "It's the sound of a human head hitting a trash can."
Jin Handong: "..."
Bruce: "..."
Seeing Sherlock coming, Wen Wenwen was finally able to open his eyes with confidence. He adapted to the light and then said, "What did you just say, the wind is too strong, I didn't hear it clearly."
The combination of "human head" and "collision" is not uncommon. What is unusual is the "trash can" at the back. How can a person's head hit the trash can
"The person who peeped at you just now is standing in the trash can opposite." Wen Wenwen reminded him a little of Zheng Yi, Xiao Li was very patient with this type of companion, and really explained it to him, "I just happened to be from Come over there and see that you are all here with your eyes closed, so I searched for it and found it."
Wen Wenwen simulated the picture of the incident in his mind, and stammered out a sentence: "... This is really, people who see people, people always watch them."
"The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind?" This is what Kesia said in awkward Chinese after Wen Wenwen.
Wen Wenwen gave her a look of "used in the right place".
Chinese culture has a long history.
"Sherlock, have you seen, who is the person who peeked at us?" Jin Handong caught the key point, "Do we know each other?"
Xiao Li: "Xu Jiaheng."
"It's him..." Bruce blurted out.
"How should I put it, I have a feeling of 'it really is him' and a feeling of 'it turned out to be him'." Wen Wenwen recalled the bits and pieces after he met Xu Jiaheng, and couldn't help but regret, "I knew earlier that You should stick to it and not bring him back."
Compared with him, Kesia is more free and easy. She said fluently in her native language: "We agreed together at the beginning. In the world of dungeons, there is no need to regret any decision. I thought of this when I agreed. Possibility, but the idea of finding a way to survive in him is stronger, which makes me willing to take risks."
Even the dead Tsuruta thought like this, he believed too much in the props on his body.
She mentioned the way of life, and Xiao Li was reminded: "Is your screenwriter's name coming?"
The rest looked at each other in dismay, and finally Wen Wenwen stood up and said, "This, you have to ask Pharaoh."
Wang Huai leaned against the wall, looking like he didn't wake up. He opened his mouth and yawned before saying, "When I went out that day, I looked for it, and the answer is that there is no screenwriter, and the movie here seems to be out of thin air. Produced, there is no script, no director, and the staff refused to tell me."
Wen Wenwen: "How do you know that the person you asked is telling the truth?"
Wang Huai: "I used Veritaserum."
Xiao Li raised his hand and asked, "… Veritaserum?"
Wang Huai took a look at him and remembered that when he was partnering with Shimizu, Sherlock in Shimizu's mouth said, "I didn't expect you to really use props..."
Pharaoh and Sherlock are basically two extremes. Wang Huai doesn't have much, but only has the most props, just like Doraemon. After all, he is the man who looted Booty Island.
"It's just a tool that can make people or little devils tell the truth after use." Wang Huai Popular Science, "I just call it Veritaserum."
Maybe drowsiness is really contagious, Xiao Li also felt a little drowsy for a while, he shook his head, feeling a little awake.
At this time, the door of the store next to the reincarnators opened again. The young men held a basketball and a pack of cigarettes in their hands. The leader had dyed red hair. He lit a cigarette and blew the rest. The cigarette case threw into the arms of the younger brother: "Go, let's play ball."
"Boss, the stadium is occupied. Today is No. 1 Middle School's turn to play." The younger brother caught the pack of cigarettes and smiled.
"Damn, I forgot," the red-haired boss let out a breath of smoke, "Then just find an open space and put up a shelf, where you can't fight."
"Then the land in front of you, usually no one will come."
They passed the samsara, probably because they had never seen so many raw faces. The red-haired boss stared at Xiao Li and the others for half a minute. go far.
Strange to say, as they left, the fog in the town of Stilland became thicker.
Wen Wenwen was keenly aware of this: "Let's go back immediately, something is not right."
It was strange to him that there was no time limit for this mission. If they could keep their eyes closed to avoid peepers, they could easily survive for too long. Now it is obvious that once a certain time is exceeded, the difficulty of the dungeon will be upgraded. In the end, it is very likely that you can't even see yourself in the fog.
Everyone went back to the direction, but the fog was so thick that there was even a strong fishy smell in the fog. The smell of blood mixed with the fishy smell of the soil was particularly unpleasant.
This time, in the daytime, there were shadows moving in the fog, and I didn't know what was in it. Obviously, the situation had escalated further.
The humidity of the air increased, coupled with the visibility, Wen Wenwen walked in the first place, directly stepped on his left foot and fell on his right foot, the whole person threw himself on the ground, and fell in the direction of Xiao Li behind.
Xiao Li was caught off guard, Shen Mizhi stretched out his hand and pulled him away, Wen Wenwen didn't fall on top of him, and fell directly to the ground, baring his teeth in pain.
Wen Wenwen, with tears in his eyes, accused Xiao Li of his unsympathetic behavior in the scandalous palace. Xiao Li thought for a while: "...Do you want me to hug you?"
He got up numbly by himself: "No, no."
Single dogs, you still have to love yourself. When you look back, you will post on the forum and complain about the love and hatred of the big guys with the majority of single dogs.