Chapter 65 "The Train"
The subway station at the commuting point was always crowded to the point of making people doubt their lives, and the crowded state of the car would even give people the illusion that they were afraid that not the entire Boundary City was crowding the subway - if possible, Song Sung really didn't want to take the subway at this time.
But there's no way around it, the "train" would normally only show up steadily on the second bus of the rush hour, and there have been reports of sightings at other times, but they're not controllable.
The burly Song Cheng squeezed into the crowded car, feeling the sway of the subway slowly accelerating after leaving the station, he saw that the line of sight was filled with commuters rushing to the office in the morning rush hour, and the gaps between people were stuffed with the smell of the aftermath of mixing-
Cages made of steel are stuffed with extruded and stacked meat, and in the darkness of the underground, one head is drilled into a concrete-supported pipeline, rumbling from one place to another. Artificial lights can dispel the darkness of the "pipeline", but in the dirt beyond the pipeline, darkness and unknown is the real appearance of the underground world.
Song Cheng slightly closed his eyes, repeating the association in his mind, he imagined this steel "meat cage" drilling in the dark soil, like a grotesque and blind worm, imagined the suffocation of the soil came to his face, cold and seeping with the smell of rotting matter.
He closed his eyes and slowly walked through the crowd in the carriage - it was still crowded, but everyone unconsciously made a path, and the tall Song Cheng walked to the end of the carriage in this way without slowing down, then opened his eyes and looked at it.
The door was labeled that this was the end of the second car, and further on was the third car.
Behind the carriage, the original noisy sounds gradually diminished at some point, and the occasional sound of people talking was as distant as if it was separated by a thick wall.
Song Cheng did not turn around, but casually fished out a slip of parchment from his pocket, which had been dipped in oil paste in advance - he stuffed the slip into his mouth and chewed it slowly, feeling the pungent coolness of the strong stimulus rush straight to his head, then stepped forward.
Passing through the door of the second compartment, he arrived at a new, empty compartment.
The previous compartment was still packed with passengers catching the morning rush, but here it was empty.
A few old newspapers sat on the slightly outdated seats, but the date of the papers showed tomorrow.
Song Sung turned back and saw the automatic door behind him displaying the words Carriage Sixteen.
The irritating taste in his mouth was gradually spreading as he turned and continued on his way, passing through the doors of the sixteenth car to reach the next section of the train - the next car was rusty, the windows on either side were strewn with grime, and the occasional shimmering light flickered outside the windows, but it was less like the illumination of an underpass tunnel and more like an eerily sweeping eye that watched the train of whistling steel worms through the dark dirt.
This was compartment twelve, Song Cheng continued to walk forward, confirming the number of the compartment as he went, and as he continued to walk forward, each compartment looked more and more bizarre - some compartments were filled with models made of plastic, some were filled with mushrooms, and some didn't even have a roof or walls at all, just a bare floor, hurtling through a constantly undulating and writhing tube of dirt.
And all the compartments are randomly numbered between 1 and 21, not in order at all.
A warm candlelight suddenly reflected in his eyes, Song Cheng entered the next carriage where the structure of the subway carriage could not be seen at all, he stepped into a large wooden carriage, a few beautiful ladies dressed in extraordinarily gorgeous and bewitching dresses sat on both sides of the carriage, talking enthusiastically about something, and occasionally letting out a pleasant and clear sound of laughter, and outside the window of the carriage floated a light mist, occasionally street lights flashed by, illuminating the streets of a certain The occasional streetlight flashed by, illuminating the streets of a strange city.
A sultry noblewoman noticed Song Cheng who suddenly barged into the carriage, she stood up in surprise and went forward to ask Song Cheng about his intentions.
But Song Sung completely ignored it and just looked back at the number on the door: compartment 23.
He turned and headed back.
A "normal car" with the same structure as the normal subway came into his eyes, the car is spacious and empty, brightly lit, the seats are neat and clean.
The only other passenger was seated in the center section of the car, near the window, with a newspaper in his hand and his face shielded behind it.
Song Sung turned back to make sure, only to exhale after seeing the words #22 written on the door, and stepped towards the lone passenger.
The other man was dressed in a pitch-black jacket, with the same black suitcase at his feet, and a black umbrella that hung from the railing next to the seat.
Everything from the jacket to the case to the umbrella carried a weird, rubbery texture.
Song Cheng sat down beside this passenger and gently tapped the newspaper in the other's hand.
The passenger finally put down the newspaper and looked up at Song Sung.
It was a smooth and slightly reflective face - like rubber - and the mold was that of a slim, middle-aged man, with an antiquated black bowler hat that seemed out of place in modern times.
"Hello," the odd-looking passenger nodded to Song Cheng, his voice shaking and out of tune, but his manner quite polite, "What would you like to talk about today?"
The entity, Passenger 22, will spawn in the Exotic-Train and will usually stay in Car 22, being sane, communicative, and even occasionally helping outsiders to get out of the Exotic-Train - but also displaying aggression under certain conditions.
Now, he's friendly.
"Have you heard of the address 66 Wutong Road?" Song Cheng opened his mouth like he was chatting with an ordinary person and asked, "There's a person named 'Yu Sheng' who lives in this place."
The rubbery "passenger" shook his head, "The train doesn't have this stop."
Song Cheng's expression instantly became serious.
Passenger 22 knows a lot of information about "locations", and except for some extremely weird or secretive "locations", he can answer the basic information about almost any foreign region, even if it is a million light years away, as long as the question is clearly directed to it. --Even if it is millions of light-years away, he can point out whether the exotic region mentioned in the question exists or not, and whether or not it is located in the Junction.
But now he says the train doesn't have this stop.
It is true that the train does not go anywhere, but by saying that "the train does not have this stop", passenger 22 meant that he did not have information about a particular location.
No more than one handful of such responses have been recorded since the Secret Service had information on passenger 22 in its files.
After a moment of silence, Song Cheng asked again, "What about about the person 'Yu Sheng'? Have you heard of this name in your travels?"
"If it's information that has to do with people, ask the 'storyteller', he knows a lot of things that have to do with people - he's in the park where he tells stories to kids... ...Do you need directions? I can tell you when the 'park' is."
"Thanks, but no thanks, I know where the park is," Sung Sung shook his head, feeling the effectiveness of the ointment in his mouth waning, he hurriedly asked his next question, "Any news from Nightfall Valley lately?"
"The Valley of Night ... Ah, a traveler left from there, but I don't know exactly what happened," said Passenger 22, nonchalantly, "and if you still want to find out what happened after that, I'm afraid I can't help you ."
"Why?"
"Because this stop has been canceled."
Passenger 22 put the newspaper on his lap and said calmly with that rubbery face.
Song Sung's eyes widened and he sat down in his chair in shock.
That answer never came up!
"The train doesn't have this stop" is still at least a response that's been mentioned in the archives, but "This stop has been canceled." ... He's sure that's a first!
"Why would it be canceled?!" He asked subconsciously, his eyes eager.
"Who knows?" Passenger 22 shrugged very humanely, "I only know about things along the train line, but I don't know much about those ... things that happen off the line."
Song Cheng blinked, feeling the effectiveness of the ointment weakening further, the faint sounds of people had begun to come from his own ears, and he still had some questions he wanted to ask, but just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed the newspaper that passenger 22 had placed on his lap.
That's the only thing "on" the entity that isn't rubbery, it's really just a newspaper.
The front page of the paper featured a large black-and-white illustration - retro in an age when even the cheapest roadside tabloids were printed in color - and the image itself was blurry and distorted, less like a live photograph and more like a crude scribble on a canvas by a poor painter based on hearsay. It's more like a poor painter's humble graffiti on a canvas based on hearsay.
A desolate valley, a huge eye was floating over the valley, slowly moving away.
Below the illustration, the headline of the news:
"After the Feast".
"It's about to arrive at the station." Passenger number 22's voice suddenly came from the side, snapping Song Cheng out of his wandering.
Sung Sung snapped his head up and saw that passenger number 22 was staring intently at him, and this sensible entity had reached for the umbrella hanging on the handrail railing, and asked as if offhandedly as he got up, "What's the weather like now?"
Song Cheng immediately collected the thoughts in his mind and observed the entity in front of him with extra care.
Passenger 22 brought an umbrella today, but it was dry.
"It's cloudy ... today," Song Cheng spoke.
But just then, he suddenly noticed a trace of water on Passenger 22's suitcase, as if some unseen rain had just fallen on it.
"But the rain has already started to fall," Song Sung immediately added, "Going out with an umbrella was the right decision."
"Indeed," passenger #22 smiled, his face made of rubber making a slight tearing rubbing sound, "have a nice trip and be safe when you get off."
"Have a nice trip." Song Cheng exhaled and nodded with a smile.
Noises came from all around, and body heat filled the crowded compartment.
The burly Song Cheng squeezed into the crowded car, feeling the swaying of the subway as it slowly decelerated during its entry.
Chapter 66: Morning at the Yusheng's
Yu Sheng woke up with a start to see Irene sleeping on all fours in a corner at the end of the bed, with her picture frame on the nightstand to the side, leaning against the wall.
Yu Sheng sighed, he hadn't succeeded in getting this mannequin out last night after all - the main reason being that every time he had to carry her towards the door, the guy would make a fuss, which really made his brain hurt.
Sighing deeply once more, and noting that Erin showed no signs of waking up, Yu Sheng reached out his foot and kicked her twice.
"Get up, if you don't I'll take your frame away from you, so you can go back to sleep in your painting."
Erin, who was on all fours at the end of the bed, finally moved and slowly climbed up, looking sleepily at Yu Sheng with a head of disheveled hair, "Good morning ... Hey ..."
"Morning! It's almost noon!" Yu Sheng resisted the urge to kick this unlucky mannequin down, "Do you know how many times you rolled over in bed last night? It's weird enough that you're a mannequin that needs to sleep, how can you sleep in such a dishonest position!"
"I don't know, yawn-" Erin rubbed her eyes and muttered while stretching, "Don't be so opinionated, I'm so pretty, you're still not happy sleeping in the same house with you! ..."
Yu Sheng looked at this little bitty man who was only 66.6 centimeters tall in a cold sweat, and felt his temples twitching: "You don't have a big face, do you know what you're talking about?"
Irene pressed without caring, cloaked her hair and crawled in front of Yu Sheng, her head lowered forward, and said with a special straight face, "Help me comb my hair."
Yu Sheng's forehead corner veins jumped, rolled over from the bed and ran down to the restroom and took a comb and threw it on the bed, "Whatever, comb it yourself."
Erin grasped the comb that was as big as her head with both hands and rolled her eyes vigorously, "Do you think I can comb it by myself, I can't even grasp this thing with one hand, why don't you just get me a comb that a mannequin can use ..."
Then there was a series of "I can only scratch my hair when it's messed up", "I can only sleep in a chair on my first day", "No one cares about a doll's feelings", and so on and so forth. The listener's ears were on fire as they listened to the beeps without stopping.
"... really owed you in your last life," Yu Sheng finally couldn't stand it, came over and took away the comb in Erin's hand, and carried her to the bedside table next to her, "Sit down here and don't move. "
Irene immediately smiled triumphantly, while sitting on the bedside table while chanting, "This body was made by you, it's normal to take care of the aftermarket ..."
Yu Sheng spoke up as he brushed Miss Doll's hair in a nonchalant manner, "'After-sales' is how it's used?"
"It's not a big problem - hey you're gentle, don't hood off, doll hair is precious."
With another long sigh, Yu Sheng at least muddled through and straightened Erin's hair, which was messed up from sleeping and arching about, and then hung the picture frame leaning against the wall towards the mannequin and turned to walk off to wash up.
"Hey, Yu Sheng! What's for breakfast in the morning?" Erin's voice came from outside the restroom not a moment later.
Yu Sheng's mouth was already full of toothpaste foam by this time, and he responded vaguely, "I'll put down some hung noodles later, and just deal with a bite - then go out."
There was an oh-so-quiet sound from outside the restroom door, and then the mannequin finally quieted down.
But Yusheng always felt that Irene's temporary quietness must be planning something bigger and more hilarious - he felt his psychic intuition going boom-boom-boom.
Although psychic intuition booming in this case sounds like it might be a bit odd.
Yu Sheng washed up, wiped his face, and looked up at himself in the mirror in front of the sink.
In good spirits, looking good, even with a little involuntary smile.
It seemed like it had been so long since he had seen himself so refreshed in the mirror that he actually drifted off a bit for a moment.
He remembered that just a short time ago, he had lived a jittery life in a city so large that it was terrifying to the heart, and for those two months or so, he had gone to sleep every day in a state of nervous depression, spent a dreamy, restless night, and then awakened in exhaustion, washing his face once every few days, and seeing himself as perpetually lethargic when he looked in the mirror.
Now, however, all he saw was a spirited young man with a slight look of anticipation for the future in his eyes-not at all like the look of a mannequin who had been kicked in the night by a sleepy mannequin.
"... This is really a different mentality all together ..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but laugh and whispered to himself.
Then I heard Irene's ghostly commotion from outside the door, "Yu--sheng! You - are - not - falling - into - it! I'll get the beaver to fetch you-"
The smile on Yu Sheng's face instantly stiffened, and as soon as he twisted his head to pull open the door, he saw Irene standing on the floor outside the door in high spirits with a picture frame on her back, giggling at herself.
"You've been in there for over half an hour!" The mannequin tilted his head and said.
Yu Sheng crossed straight over to the guy and opened the bedroom door, ready to see if the fox had woken up yet.
As soon as he opened the door, he was startled: Hu Beaver was standing in the doorway, peeking forward as if he were a thief, looking as if he was hesitating to come in.
The beaver was also Yu Sheng this sudden opening of the door to the movement of the startled, is really startled - behind her the large mass of tail "bang" a moment to explode, with a screen like a mortar and pestle in the aisle, and even on the head of the two big ears also instantly taut straight.
After two or three seconds, the fried demon fox slowly relaxed and looked at Yu Sheng somewhat helplessly, "Eun Gong ..."
Yusheng was curious, "What are you doing?"
"I woke up from sleep, but I didn't know what to do, so I ... came to wait, but I didn't know if you were awake or not, so, I didn't dare to knock on the door" Hu Beaver immediately explained nervously, and then looked at Yu Sheng worriedly, "Eun Gung, you're okay I'm not sure if you're awake or not. You fell into which ?"
"I didn't fall anywhere! You usually don't listen to Irene's nonsense," Yu Sheng glared up at once, then frowned and looked Hu Beaver up and down, "You've been waiting at the door like that?"
"Uh-huh."
"... After this is your home, usually do not need to be so nervous, nothing to do can watch TV or something ... Oh, I have time to teach you how to use the home appliances," Yu Sheng said casually, turned toward the stairway, "first downstairs to eat, I cook some noodles to deal with a meal, today you will take you to buy things."
The moment she heard the word "dinner", Hu Beaver's eyes brightened up, and she followed Yu Sheng's footsteps almost as if she was leaping.
But Yu Sheng just took two steps before stopping again, twisting his head to look at Demon Fox with a look of desire.
Beaver cocked his head, "Eunuch?"
"I suddenly remembered something ..." Yu Sheng's gaze fell on the top of the beaver's head, "Your tail can be put away, what about your ears? You might be more noticeable when you walk outside ... like this."
Listening to what Yu Sheng said, Hu Beaver's face seemed to be a bit bewildered, she had never stepped out of her house after arriving here, so she also had no idea what the outside world looked like, and even more so, she couldn't imagine that there was anything wrong with walking outside in her own appearance.
But since it was Enkong's word, she believed it.
The demon fox girl rubbed her hands together and raised them to remove the ears from her head and tuck them into her tail, which was then hidden.
There was silence.
Yu Sheng just maintained the posture that he was still opening his mouth to speak a second ago, the whole person was like petrified in the corridor.
Until Erin's scream abruptly broke this silence, "Aaaaaaah - Fox Fox Fox Fox what the hell did you take off your head aaaaah!!!"
The Beaver transformed into the same tail she usually used to hide things and pulled out a pair of fluffy ears to show Erin, "Ears."
Yu Sheng's eyes glazed over, "Is this thing removable? It's fake ah?!"
"It's true," Hu Beaver said matter-of-factly while putting his ears away, "Demon foxes, good at transforming."
Yusheng: "The demon foxes I know don't seem to be so 'transformed' ..."
Hu Beaver was suddenly astonished, "Eun Gong, have you seen other demon foxes?"
Yu Sheng froze and instantly calmed down, "... haven't seen it."
"Demon fox to learn the refining method, the first step is to start from the refining itself, practiced, is the transformation," Hu Beaver serious with Yu Sheng and Irene popularized in her view as a matter of course in the "common sense", "but Mom and Dad But mom and dad didn't have time to teach me much, so I only learned ... the basic changes. I heard the immortals say, powerful demon fox, can even transform themselves into a book of allusions, history of the wind and shadow, relying only on people's oral tradition, can in a flash through the ancient and modern, across the stars and seas, but I will not!"
Yu Sheng listened dumbfounded, his imagination was on full throttle to keep up with this fox girl's description, however, his ears understood but his brain refused to believe it, and he always felt that this girl was fooling himself.
But Beaver's harmless face really didn't look like he'd make anything up.
"I always feel that there is something wrong with this," the next Erin touched her chin and muttered, "I now memory is not good, you do not fool me ah ... where in the end you this common sense ah? I'm really not fooled by that immortal? I'm telling you, they dare to say anything when they work as tour guides ..."
The beaver huffed and shook his head, "I don't know, but my method of change, which was really taught by my mom and dad, is really just this-"
As she spoke, she took another close look at Yu Sheng, followed by an instantaneous change in the color of her hair and eyes, mimicking Yu Sheng's transformation into black hair and eyes.
Now, she looked like a completely normal and pretty girl, a native of Boundary City at first glance.
"Like this, is it okay?" The demon fox girl looked at Yu Sheng expectantly.
Yu Sheng was stunned and finally nodded his head with a trifle dullness.
Other than that, at least this time her change process seems much more normal ...
Chapter 67: The New Life of the Beaver
In any case, now Yu Sheng did understand why the beaver could launch his tail out.
He is not clear how the other demon foxes in this world is a way, but obviously Hu Beaver this branch of the inheritance went the way of the super beast armed ...
Now, the demon fox girl was sitting across the table, awkwardly grasping a set of chopsticks and scooping food from her bowl into her mouth as fast as she could.
It was just the simplest hanging noodles with some leaves and sliced ham, and two fried eggs, but the beaver ate it like it was the finest delicacy in the world, and the food wasn't at all aesthetically pleasing - but enjoyable to the core.
Technically, this was the first hot meal she'd had in years - the cookies and instant noodles that Yu Sheng had brought her before had been good, but sitting at the safety of a table with a bowl of steaming food like she was now was a very different and different feeling.
"Eat slowly, not enough to eat in the pot," Yu Sheng looked a little heartbroken at Hu Beaver who had almost finished a bowl in the blink of an eye, and gently touched her hand, "Chopsticks are not grasped like this, look at me."
The beaver raised his eyes from the edge of the bowl and glanced at Yu Sheng's right hand, then rustilyadjusted his grip on the chopsticks while chewing on the fried egg in his mouth.
She's a fast learner.
"Eun Gong, am I eating too fast ...," after a bowl of noodles all down, Hu Beaver only a little embarrassed to raise her head, she saw Yu Sheng bowl of noodles only just eaten half, and next to Eileen in front of the bowl is also set up, inside the things are not even a little moved , "I ... always feel that if I don't hurry to eat, maybe when there is no more."
"It's fine, slowly will adjust to it, anyway, with your physique this fierce eating a few meals does not affect your health," Yu Sheng could not help but smile, "not enough I'll go to give you some more."
"Uh-huh."
Before Yusheng could get up, Erin, who was sitting at the table, spoke up, "Let her eat my bowl first,"
The little mannequin used both hands to push the bowl he had set in front of him to the beaver.
The beaver said thank you, and without asking why a portion of food had to be placed in front of a mannequin that wouldn't eat at meal time as well, he lowered his head and began to eat quickly.
When the meal was over, Yu Sheng realized that the dishes Hu Beaver had used almost didn't need to be washed - they were licked by her so much that they could shine out the silhouettes of people ...
After cleaning up the kitchen, Yu Sheng changed his clothes for going out.
He found another jacket of his own for Hu Beaver - quite ill-fitting, to be honest; Yu Sheng was much, much taller than the demon fox girl, and his clothes were loose on the other man no matter how he adjusted them.
Pajamas could be a few sizes off to make do, but it wasn't so easy to put together clothes for going out, and in the end, Yu Sheng had to use a lot of hidden pins as well as improvised needlework to make his clothes fit steadily over the beaver without looking too out of place.
But even so, it would certainly still be rather odd for a girl of six-foot-something to walk around in a decidedly inappropriate male outfit, but luckily - Beaver's face made up for that aspect.
As it turns out, a good-looking face can really do whatever you want, and Demon Fox does have a good-looking face, which makes her walk around looking at best like a pretty girl with a somewhat wicked taste in clothes.
When Yu Sheng was busy adjusting Hu Beaver's clothes, Eileen was sitting cross-legged on the top of the shoe cabinet next to her, with both hands propped up on her chin to watch the fun, and it was only when Yu Sheng was almost finished that she couldn't help but mutter, "Hu Beaver ah, you said that you were able to 'put away' your ears and your tail, so why can't you change your height? And the clothes on your body - I 'changed' these clothes all by myself, can't you demon foxes do it with your 'change' ability?"
"A powerful demon fox can!" Hu Beaver immediately gave his pack a proper name, "Dad said that a powerful demon fox can even become as tall as a mountain in the blink of an eye! Running through the mountains and forests, they would be chasing after thousands of vigilante immortals behind them, and could be sentenced to five hundred years of imprisonment if caught, but I won't be able to! I'll just learn to refine my ears and tail ..."
Erin listened with a blank stare and a rather odd expression, "Uh, so what, that doesn't sound like something to be proud of ... Hey, you're getting more fluent now, huh?"
The beaver narrowed his eyes at once, looking pleased with himself, "Getting used to talking about it."
Irene's gaze turned to Yu Sheng again, her head didn't know what all she was thinking, and suddenly spoke again, "You two go out together ah ..."
"That's for sure," Yu Sheng nodded, "She doesn't have any clothes, shoes or socks, and it's impossible for her to go out and buy things alone, so I must be the one to follow."
Erin propped her chin up on both hands, "I want to go out too."
Yu Sheng was shocked when he heard it, he finally realized that this mannequin had been caught in thought from time to time since he woke up in the morning, but it caught him off guard, "You? How are you going to get out? Sixty centimeters of a living mannequin out strolling around? How many people are you going to scare!"
"You held me," Irene said reasonably, "I camouflaged."
Yusheng didn't react for a moment, "How do you disguise yourself?"
Erin went straight down, her arms and legs drooping at the joints, her eyes wide open in a deathly stupor.
There's not even any highlights in the eyes.
Her voice resounded in the minds of Yusheng and Hu Beaver: "Look at this, it's much more ordinary - there are plenty of three-point dolls in the doll store, and if you throw me in like this now, I won't be found for a day in the window ... "
Dumbfounded, Yu Sheng was suddenly amazed at Irene's creativity.
But instead, he got even more twisted up in his heart, "Then doesn't it look a bit perverted for me to be a big old man hugging a three-quarter mannequin and strolling around outside ..."
The highlights in Irene's eyes instantly recovered, and in the next second she jumped up directly from the shoe cabinet and pounced on Yu Sheng's head: ''You didn't feel perverted when you carried me to fight monsters in the otherworldly realm, did you? After the fight how to take me out of the door are not happy! Believe it or not, I'll gnaw on your teeth marks - I'll make it so you can't even put a band-aid on it!"
Yu Sheng instantly hand and foot to deal with the mannequins in his head flailing, and after a long time to remove this guy directly threw to the side of the frozen Hu Beaver: "OK, OK, OK, take you out, but have to let her hold."
Erin was instantly satisfied - she just wanted to go out, she could go out, and it didn't matter who was holding it.
In fact she didn't even mind being dragged out in a suitcase where she could pull the zipper and peek outside.
She hadn't seen the outside world in a long, long time.
"It's just that this painting of yours is a bit troublesome," Yu Sheng frowned, looking at the frame that Erin was carrying behind her back, thanks to which the beaver had to hold the doll's body in a very awkward position, and also to avoid the frame blocking the line of sight, "sticking in the eyes is one thing, and more importantly, it's in the way. "
"Take it off and hold it alone then?" Erin reached behind her and removed the frame, "Just don't get too far away from it anyway."
The beaver nodded and took the frame of the mannequin without waiting for Sheng to speak, and then a large pile of tails appeared behind him, and then he stuffed the frame into one of the tails.
Yu Sheng finally couldn't help himself this time, he realized that the process of Hu Beaver hiding things into his tail seemed different from what he had imagined at first, "... How the hell did you stuff it in there? Can't it be that that's a specialized storage space?!"
Hu Beaver blinked his eyes, which turned around as an afterthought to stretch out his tail, and for the first time, he introduced it in detail to Yu Sheng, "This one, is specialized in storage, these two, are for cuddling and warmth while sleeping, and these ones, can be used as a quilt, and can also be very flexible in grabbing things. Other than the storage ones, the other ones can be used when fighting ..."
Yu Sheng's expression was dumbfounded, "... You mean launch out?"
"Right."
"This is all the result of 'refining'?"
"Right."
After Yu Sheng thought about it, he could still only lament that the demon fox was amazing.
Much more amazing than the human body.
...
The second brigade of the Special Service Bureau, Song Cheng walked into the office more than twenty minutes later than usual today.
And almost the very next second after he had just taken a seat in front of his desk, the monitor on his desk lit up, and the seemingly everlastingly cool face of Baili Qing, the Director of the Secret Service, appeared on the screen.
"Looks like you've already been to the 'train'," came Baili Ching's calm voice from a speaker on the side, "It didn't go well?"
"Yes, but nothing untoward," Sung Sung said, unsurprised by the Director's sudden contact, and shaking his head just a little awkwardly, "The structure of today's 'train' carriages was more complicated than usual, and retreating back to the real world revealed that have already ridden through the station."
"What's the result of passenger 22's exchange?" Baili Qing asked directly.
"... Director, things don't seem quite right," Song Cheng immediately adjusted his seating position, his body leaning slightly forward, "Regarding Sycamore Road 66, the passenger's answer was 'There is no such station ' - this is unusual but not outrageous, what's most wrong is when I inquired about 'Nightfall Valley' ... "
He paused and his expression grew unusually grave, "Passenger 22 replied that the stop had been canceled."
It was the first time he saw such obvious surprise on Baili Qing's face.
He had always assumed that the chief's face was frozen.
"This answer is the first time it has appeared," Song Cheng cautiously observed the change of expression on Baili Qing's face, "You see ..."
"Immediately arrange for a deep diver to execute a deep dive." Baili Qing said quickly.
Chapter 68: Memories of the Beaver's Hometown
A beautiful brunette girl with clear eyes wearing ill-fitting men's clothing walking on the street looking around curiously, holding a gothic doll in her arms that exuded an eerie atmosphere like it was dead in its sleep, this kind of combination appeared in a crowded place is a bit eye-catching - frankly speaking, Yu Sheng felt as if he had underestimated the "difficulty" of going out on this trip with both Hu Hu and Erin at the same time. Frankly speaking, Yu Sheng felt as if he had underestimated the "difficulty" of taking Hu Beaver and Eileen out at the same time on this trip.
He'd lost count of the number of curious eyes that swept over him along the way, some of those eyes falling on the beaver who was looking around, of course, but the remaining half were looking at him.
But Yu Sheng still had to keep a stiff upper lip with the fox girl next to him, because she really didn't know anything.
She didn't even know what money looked like in this world - in fact it was good enough for her to know that it cost money to buy things, thanks to the fact that she had also lived in some civilized society many, many years ago.
On the other hand, the difference between the social order in the Beaver's memories and the Boundary City always brings unexpected trouble.
For example, when she passed by the parking lot, she was particularly curious about how so many "mikoshi" were parked there, and how they could be so quiet, and how those cars were so patient - honestly, when this question first arose in her mind, Yu Sheng couldn't even respond to what she meant. What did she mean?
"In my hometown, the car and boat have a spirit, the spirit of transportation, mostly love to run and jump, most refused to stay honestly outside the door," Hu Beaver explained to Yu Sheng in a low voice, "so our side, the immortals and demons go out to stay in a place, they will hand over the car and boat to the steward, the steward will be responsible for taking the car and boat 'running' in the vicinity. The steward will be responsible for bringing the car and boat to 'run around' in the vicinity, and there is also a kind of big field with its own small dry land, so you can put the car and boat in it, and let them run around on their own, and that is called a 'self-service parking lot'... ..."
With that, she raised her hand and pointed to a car on the side of the road that looked like it was being driven by a novice driver who couldn't get into a parking space half the time, "This one, dull as it is, is laughed at by the child's bamboo horse in our part of the world."
Yu Sheng hurriedly pressed the fox girl's hand down, "This side is different from your old home, don't point indiscriminately."
Beaver nodded confused "Oh."
Yu Sheng silently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, suddenly very curious about this fox girl's hometown in the end what is the model - he began to know Hu Beaver, he thought that her hometown is the kind of classic immortal magic cultivation civilization, but followed by the tour guide immortal came out, and then "a few hundred law and order fairy The "hundreds of security immortals who rounded up the big demon fox that broke the law of protection of mountains and forests and sentenced it to five hundred years" also came out, and now even the toys of the children (bamboo horses) with artificial intelligence (spirit) have come out, he felt a little bit of confusion in his head, and he always felt that ...
It's kind of hard to picture this fox girl's old home.
Is this really something that could be spawned in a normal universe?
Unfortunately, however, Beaver herself couldn't say what her hometown really looked like - not only because she was still young when she first left home, but also because that long, foreign ordeal had made her forget a lot of things a long time ago.
"I can't remember a lot of things, I just remember the old man said that the old home was not like that," Hu Beaver recalled the long yellowed and blurred hometown in his mind, and recounted as much as he could with Yu Sheng, "it was the 'heavenly man' with great power that suddenly came, and enlightened the originally fighting beings on the ground. ' suddenly came and enlightened the beings on the ground who were originally fighting endlessly, and then it was a long time later that we lived the days of 'vertical stars in a flash for billions of miles' with the heavenly people, and I still remember the old man saying that the stars in the sky would change their bearings every few years, and that was the heavenly people adjusting their course to something ... My dad also worked on the shipping lanes, and his job was to push out things that broke into the shipping lanes and give them tickets ..."
Speaking of this, the fox girl became a bit excited, "My father would drive a particularly large 'fairy shuttle', bigger than a building! He said it's called a 'Star Boat'. Star boat's spirit is even more powerful, just need a person lying in a pool of the star boat to the spirit of the order, that thing can fly, it can catch faster than light, with a kind of what is called ... month ago around the broken air of the magic treasure ... "
Yu Sheng froze as he listened, twisted his head to look at Erin, who was held in the arms of Hu Beaver, motionless and pretending to be an ordinary mannequin, and muttered in his heart, "Can you understand it?"
"Can't understand," Erin's voice came from the bottom of Yu Sheng's heart, "You still really take it seriously ah? She may be all nonsense ... I suggest that you ask Hu Beaver about these things in a couple of months when her spirit is stabilized, and then maybe the version will change again."
Yu Sheng frowned, he also had some doubts about the authenticity of the wild things described by Hu Beaver, but also felt that if the girl was still confused, she could not have made up such an imaginative and "delicately set" story.
But no matter what, that which Hu Beaver had described to Yu Sheng had ultimately left a deep impression in his heart.
"Okay, stop thinking," Erin's voice came from the bottom of her heart, interrupting Yusheng's rambling thoughts, "You'd better hurry up and change the beaver into something a little more normal - the time has come to challenge you. "
As soon as Yu Sheng heard this, his face became bitter.
There are a lot of things that always feel like they're going to go well when you start planning, but once you get to the point where you have to think about the details of the execution, that's where the troubling part can come in.
How could he pick out girls' clothes! He's never even been in a store that sells women's clothes!
However, he could only go on with his head - he was the one who said he would adopt the beaver in the first place, and it was useless to regret it now.
But just as Yusheng led Hu Beaver into the mall with a determination as if he was going to be righteous, a familiar figure suddenly flashed past from the corner of their eyes.
It was a short-haired girl who looked a bit petite, seventeen or eighteen years old, with pursed lips and a kind of silence and sophistication in her appearance that was slightly out of place for her age.
Yu Sheng didn't recognize the other party at first, he only felt some familiarity, and only after two or three seconds did he react to where this familiarity came from.
It was the girl who called herself "Little Red Riding Hood" - she wasn't wearing the dark red dress today, but a brightly colored jacket that made her instantly unrecognizable.
Yu Sheng instantly knew he had met his savior.
Almost at the same time, "Little Red Riding Hood", who was walking on the opposite side of the road, noticed the gaze that fell on her, and she immediately looked up - and for a brief moment her eyes were like the eyes of a waking wolf.
But that wolf-like look turned instantly, even so short that no one could notice it, and she got a good look at Yu Sheng, a slightly surprised look on her face.
Little Red Riding Hood soon walked over through the traffic and looked at Yu Sheng with a hint of surprise, looking up and down for several seconds before popping out, "... You buy things too?"
"... Is it weird that I'm out shopping?"
"Ah, sorry, I was just feeling coincidental." Little Red Riding Hood noticed that her words were a bit inappropriate, and immediately apologized with a very dry bow of her head, yet the doubt in her eyes didn't diminish at all -
Because she already knew that Yu Sheng lived in an exotic place called 66 Sycamore Road.
The moment she left that foreign land, she guessed that this "human" who called himself "Yu Sheng" probably had a worrying amount of human content, and that the other party's extremely real human speech and behavior probably belonged to some kind of "mimicry". The other party's extremely real human speech and behavior probably belonged to some kind of "mimicry".
She really did not think that she could see this long time living in a foreign land "people" running out to buy things on the street ....
... Is it hard to believe that this guy can eat people?
Little Red Riding Hood couldn't help but have such an outrageous (she thought) thought pop into her head.
And then she noticed the Beaver standing next to her, and the mannequin that the Beaver was holding in his arms.
Little Red Riding Hood frowned slightly, reacting for a moment before recognizing the beaver's face, and then immediately raised her hand to point at Erin, who was not moving even as her eyes lost their highlights.
"This one, dead?"
Yu Sheng then saw Irene's eyes almost regain their high beams - the little figure moved slightly in Hu Beaver's arms, followed by the other party's fierce birdlike voice in his head, "She's the one who's dead! She flew in place and exploded eight hundred times! She %$$%#'s - Yu Sheng! Curse her! Call her back for me!"
"She's scolding you," said Yusheng to Little Red Riding Hood with a calm face as he lifted his finger to point at Irene, who still dared not move, "but it's so hard to hear that I can't even say it because I'm a man of culture."
Erin instantly cursed even harder.
Little Red Riding Hood couldn't hear it either.
But she could imagine it.
"You ... guys are pretty creative," she couldn't help but look Erin up and down several times, "to bring her out in such a bright way... ...Speaking of which, judging by the array of you guys, you're buying clothes for her (meaning Beaver)?"
"I'll let you get it right," Yu Sheng said with a show of hands, directly blocking out the still ongoing beeping commotion from Erin's side, "I was just fretting, and I didn't think I'd see you-help me out?"
"I can probably guess what the favor is going to be," Little Red Riding Hood responded in less than two seconds, a small smile appearing on her face as her eyes swept over the obviously ill-fitting attire that the beaver was wearing, "That's ... really something I've haven't experienced before."
Yu Sheng's eyes lit up, "You agree?"
Little Red Riding Hood looked unconcerned, "Sure, a hand up - but you'll have to do me a favor later too."