"Zero?" Roland asked tentatively. .Update the fastest
She rolled her eyes, leaned over and placed the plate on the coffee table, then sat down cross-legged.
"What are you doing there, why don't you come for breakfast?"
The little girl's voice was soft and immature, with a slender body, white stockings under her light blue dress, and her feet were almost the size of her own palm.
But since the other party didn't deny the name, it means that she admitted that she is Zero.
What to do, kill her
Now, with this young girl's figure, it's impossible to tear herself apart with her bare hands like an extraordinary person, right
Roland first touched the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife holder and hid it in his waist, then slowly came to the coffee table.
I saw that there was also a piece of fried egg and two fried dough sticks on my plate, um, one more than hers.
The outer ring of the egg is golden in color, the skirt is slightly scorched, and the egg white in the middle is slightly swollen, revealing a touch of orange, which is obviously a perfect runny egg.
Zero skillfully picked up her chopsticks, put a piece of fried egg into her mouth, and then grabbed the fried dough stick and gnawed it. "What the hell were you doing yesterday? Cockroaches on the ceiling?"
"No... I feel a little dirty, so I want to wipe it." Roland made up a random reason.
"Really?" She looked up at the ceiling, "You wouldn't use a clothespin to hang a rag to wipe?"
"It didn't work well, but it's clean now," he coughed. "Is this what you did?"
"Uncle, is your head okay?" Zero finally showed a worried look, "Isn't it all because of me since I came here?"
After coming here? Then where were you before? Roland opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask. Obviously, if he asks again, the other party will doubt his identity.
Zero quickly finished her breakfast and put her hand in front of him, "Money for groceries."
"what?"
"The vegetables in the refrigerator are almost gone. I have to go to the vegetable market today. How can I buy it if you don't give me money?"
A junior high school student, actually know this? Roland touched his body subconsciously, but couldn't find his wallet, "Uh..."
"Your bedside table, in the second drawer," Zero sighed.
He returned to the bedroom, and sure enough, he dug out a shriveled wallet from the drawer. When he opened it, there were only a measly 300 yuan and a few lottery tickets in it.
"How much?" Roland returned to the living room.
"Twenty, I won't be able to mention it any more."
Roland handed her a fifty-fifty bill with the idea of spending other people's money without heartache, "Save more for next time."
Zero glanced at him strangely and stuffed the money into her small purse.
"Your hand..." Roland noticed two Band-Aids wrapped around each other's fingers.
"It's not a big deal when you pick up glass slag... Of course, it's better if you don't litter." She shrugged, then picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the gate, "I'm going to school, noon If you don't come back, you will wash the bowl."
"Wait, isn't it summer vacation now?"
"Of course it's tutoring," Zero put on her shoes and stuck her head out from behind the door, "Uncle, if your head still hurts, go to the hospital and don't do such stupid things again. ."
After half a minute, Roland walked out of Room 0825, leaning on the side of the corridor fence and looking down.
Zero's figure soon appeared in his field of vision. The white hair was always particularly striking, but the crowd seemed to be accustomed to this, and no one looked back at her. She waited downstairs for a while, until the other two yellow-haired girls with schoolbags ran and jumped around her, and the three disappeared into the alley together.
Feeling, she still made friends here
Roland rubbed his forehead, this dream was too absurd.
What to do next, do you want to follow her to see
He didn't believe that Zero could really virtualize a complete city.
Just when Roland turned around and wanted to go back to the house to find the key, he suddenly froze, and the whole person was stunned in place.
I saw a pretty woman walking towards him.
She has long light gray hair, raised brows, lips and nose that are somewhat similar to Tilly, but with a coldness and arrogance that refuses people thousands of miles away.
He had never seen each other, but the memory of the fourth prince clearly told him that this person was his sister, the third princess of Greycastle.
Garcia Wimbledon!
Roland subconsciously touched the fruit knife on his waist.
"Get out of the way, don't get in the way," the woman said with a disgusted expression, "I want to go over."
"You... don't know me?" He was surprised.
"Hey," the other party sneered, "Why do I want to know you? Dying hair the same color as me, just want to dress up?"
Roland stared at her and slowly moved out of the aisle, "Your name is Garcia, right?"
"..." The woman's face turned gloomy. "Although I don't know where you heard my name, I warn you that it will be hard to keep entangled." She stretched out her right hand, closed her fingers in turn, and the joints made a crackling sound. It was as if he had practiced fighting.
When she returned to her residence and slammed the door shut, Roland pretended to be wandering and walked over to take a look.
Room number is 0827, next door next door.
Looking at the security doors lined up along the aisle farther away, a frightening thought suddenly rose in his heart.
How many residents are there in this apartment building
Anyway, the length of the public corridor is too amazing, standing at the door of room 27, the other end can't see the end at a glance!
Once this thought arises, it is difficult to suppress.
He returned to the house as quickly as possible, found the key, and after confirming that the door could be opened, locked the door, and then ran towards the end of the increasing room number.
The promenade at the foot is no less than a 400-meter long straight runway!
Out of breath, I came to the end of the corridor near the stairwell. The last house number was 0899.
This is unbelievable. Who would cram nearly a hundred houses in one story? According to the style of the 1970s and 1980s, arranging a dozen or so households in a row is already huge.
Roland then climbed up the stairs.
The handrails of the stairs are made of iron, and the green paint on the surface has peeled off, and you can see obvious rust and dust; there are countless small advertisements in the corridor, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the times. This kind of "psoriasis" is in the The big cities should have long since disappeared.
The top floor is twenty-two.
There is no nameplate on the security door at the end, and even the window hole is not opened.
He checked one by one until the first house number appeared in front of him: 2245.
Then, roughly, there are 2,124 residents in the entire apartment building.
In the long years, I have swallowed thousands of warriors, including an extraordinary one, you can't beat me!
In the battle of life and death on the rooftop, Zero's words resurfaced in his head.
Could it be that the people who live here are all losers in the battle of souls
This guess made Roland stunned.
And now, Zero has also become one of them. (… )