Chuzheng found that he was not immediately sent to the new plane this time.
Rather, it exists in a dark space.
Or maybe... She's blind.
Of course that's impossible, Chuzheng was sure that he was in a dark space.
There was no sound around.
【Miss. 】
The king's voice sounded.
There was a light in front of her.
The radius of one meter is illuminated, and the ground is very strange, like stepping on the void...
What the hell is this place
[Miss, due to some accidents, I need you to go back now. 】
Chuzheng looked around calmly.
"What do you mean? Are you going to let it go back?"
【Yes. 】
"you sure?"
[Miss, please don't question me. 】 The voice of the king has not changed much, it is still the cheerful child's voice.
"You let me go back, why do you think I'll be at your mercy?"
[Miss, you have to believe me, you can't get rid of me. 】The king is very confident: 【Miss, I won't abandon you casually, don't worry! 】
Chuzheng: "… "
I put a hammer in the heart.
[Okay, please close your eyes, Miss, now I'm going to take you back. 】
The King reminds Chu Zheng to close his eyes.
In fact, Chuzheng felt dizzy when its voice fell.
Like falling from the sky.
Then land on the ground.
boom-
Chuzheng got up, the glass ball in his hand fell to the ground, and rolled over the wooden floor with a crunching sound.
Chu Zheng felt a little dizzy and nauseous.
The whole person feels shaking, spinning...
After a while, the blurry picture in front of Chuzheng's eyes gradually became clear.
Wooden rustic room with a bed against the wall.
There are several paintings hanging on the innermost wall, which seem to be a few years old.
The bed was facing a wooden table. On the table were many finger-high transparent porcelain vases. Some were empty, and some were faintly glowing, like colorful fireflies inside.
Next to the table is the Duobao Pavilion shelf, which is full of messy things.
As big as a vase, as small as a button.
There is also a cabinet on the other side, which is half open and full of clothes.
familiar environment.
Familiar furnishings.
Is she really back
The glass ball that rolled to the ground just now rolled back slowly.
The glass ball unfolded and creaked into a small robot.
It's all made of glass-like material, but it's obviously not glass, because glass can't transform from a ball into a robot.
The robot is very small, about the height of a mobile phone.
If it has human skin, it's like a miniature version of a human.
Most of the rooms are quaint, with a sense of age, but this robot is full of science fiction.
The glass-like eyes of the robot are staring at Chuzheng intently.
"Master, you slept for nine days and eight hours, your sleep is seriously exceeded, and the orders are piled up... um, one, two, three..."
The robot counted slowly.
Its voice is also a child's voice, and it is the milky voice of two or three years old.
Chuzheng kicked over: "How much."
The robot complained of grievance: "People haven't finished counting yet."
Chuzheng: "You haven't counted nine days and eight hours, so what are you doing here?"
The robot raised its arms and hugged its head: "Twelve orders."
Because the arms are too short, the robot's posture looks particularly funny.
She slept for nine days...
And in those worlds, she should be seventeen worlds, which is equivalent to one world for half a day.
"Son of a bitch?"
The robot said innocently: "Master, how can you scold people? No... It's not right to scold the robot, I am protected by the law!"
"You are an illegal product, which law protects you?" Chuzheng replied coldly.
"… "
【Miss. 】The king's voice sounded: 【You need to solve the trouble on your side as soon as possible. When the time is up, I will send you there again. 】
This time, the number of kings seems to be an external voice.
The voice didn't come from her head.
"Who's talking? Who's talking?" The robot turned around in circles: "Who is it! Come out!!"
The milky voice was not imposing at all.
[Huh...] The King seems to be a little curious: [Why is this robot... not right? 】
Chuzheng kicked the robot under the bed.
The robot seemed to be stuck, babbling under the bed.
Chuzheng retracted his feet as if nothing had happened: "Why do you think I'll go with you to that inexplicable world?"
Now this is her turf, her home.
【Come on, Miss! 】 The King dropped this sentence, and there was no movement.
Chuzheng: "… "
This posture means that the bastard has a way to send her to those worlds again.
damn thing!
The robot crawled out from under the bed: "Bah, ah, master, you haven't cleaned the bottom of your bed for a long time, and you're choking to death."
Chuzheng sat down on the chair, lost in thought.
What the hell do you want to do
what is it...
After a long time, Chuzheng asked, "Has anyone been here?"
"Yes, there are people knocking on the door every day for the past two days. People are afraid to open the door because they are afraid." The robot complained in a milky voice.
"Who knocked on the door?"
With a 'click' sound from the robot, a holographic projection was thrown into the air.
A man in a suit, standing at the door, seemed to be knocking nervously.
"It's this person who comes every day."
Chuzheng clicked on the holographic projection, and soon the page jumped to another page. The various pictures on the page scrolled, a bit like a certain treasure.
[Unprocessed order 12]
A mechanical beep sounded.
Chuzheng opened the order and took the robot out after reading it.
Outside the door is the stairs.
Under the stairs is a small shop with all kinds of fragrant wax paper candles.
Yes.
It's a scented paper candle.
The kind that burn to death.
What Chuzheng has to do now is to send express.
The boss also has to run for a living.
Chuzheng packed up the things and was about to call someone to collect them when there was a knock on the door upstairs.
"Come, come again." The robot circled in place: "It's him, it's him, it's him."
Chuzheng: "… "
Below this house is the storefront, which can be opened, and outside is the main street, which is no different from ordinary stores.
The second floor is the residential area, which can be accessed from the other side. Like ordinary residential areas, there are doors.
Chuzheng went upstairs, passed through the room just now, and passed through another door. This is the living room and bathroom.
The style of the living room is no different from that of the bedroom.
Antique furniture and paintings hanging on the walls are all paintings with a sense of age. In the whole space, there is almost nothing that is particularly modern.
The floor is wooden, and when you step on it, there is a creaking sound, and the ancient simplicity is blowing.