This world is terrible

Perhaps many people think that such a lamp purely to focus on someone or something is useless in a place like home where there are not enough people for a table of mahjong.

But Gao Yi will not.

He is good at using reverse thinking, and soon came up with a good idea.

What if the orientation of the [stander spotlight], through the window, faces the courtyard?

In the case that I and Xiaodi have a home to stay behind, whether someone enters the courtyard, I only need to refer to whether the light is bright or not, it is not too simple.

The characteristics of a person standing in the dead world, I am afraid that even the disguise of invisibility can be broken, right?

Gao Yi pointed the headlights out of the window, and prepared to try again when he was free.

The next item——[Thomas' Mini Railroad Integration].

Gao Yi picked up two toys that looked like Lego models from the coffee table and looked them up and down.

On the side of the hall made of light yellow building blocks, there is a train schedule inlaid with white characters and a black background. The clock that does not move on the red wall is facing the platform, stretching out a blue canopy.

"After the start station and the end station are placed, a railway will automatically form between the two stations, passing...Thomas and his good friends, transporting any items?"

Gao Yi came to the center of the living room, first placed one platform under the ice and snow gift tree, then walked a little further, and placed the other platform at the entrance of the greenhouse as the final stop.

Kaka!

I saw that the rails and sleepers fell out of thin air, like collapsed dominoes, overcoming various obstacles on the way, and extending all the way "over the mountains and mountains".

woohoo~

Gao Yi looked at a small train painted in blue, starting from the snow under the ice and snow gift tree, driving through potted plants singing loudly, climbing over the steep back of the sofa, and finally arrived in front of him after four seasons of reincarnation.

"Hi, may I help you?"

The little train made an electronic sound, but Gao Yi had no time to pay attention to it.At this time, he was opening one eye, leaning over to carefully look at the cargo boxes carried by the small train.

Although the number of these cargo boxes seems to be quite a lot, the capacity is very limited. Apart from carrying the gingerbread man to clean the room far away, Gao Yi really couldn't think of any other use for a while.

"But how about a mobile plant fortress?"

On a whim, he imagined a picture of remote plants planted on cargo boxes, being dragged by a small train to patrol around the villa.

It's up for debate.

The next item—[Worm Mousetrap].

This is an arched ring similar to any door, as long as they are placed close to the base of the wall, a small cave will be generated in the arched portal.

Inside the cave will automatically spawn a small bridge worm which, as its name says, is a living mousetrap.

However, Gao Yi does not intend to put it in the home for the time being. Whether there are mice or not is one thing. If you accidentally catch a passing gingerbread man, it will be too embarrassing.

Finally——[Amplifier Boy].

Although the name was taken from the great mother, I don't know if it was because Gao Yi's crusade against the loudspeaker was not completed very well, and he didn't drop the central furniture like the master of the New Year's Dreamland.

...

This piece of furniture, which looks somewhat similar to a loudspeaker, is just a mobile subwoofer. Within the scope of the home, Gao Yi can specify any sound to be amplified and broadcast by it.

All illustrations and loot have been sorted out.

Gao Yi yawned, set the alarm clock for the afternoon, and lay down on the sofa on his back, looking at the morning light coming in through the window.

Finally, there was one more thing he needed to do.

In the surround sound of "Confession of No Life", he just fell into a deep sleep.

……

in the afternoon.

The slightest drizzle drifted from the sky, rendering this noisy city in the past a little sad.

The colorful umbrellas are like mushrooms, blooming one after another on the wet road, stretching towards the depths of the green hills.

This is Changle Cemetery.During the Qingming Festival, there was an endless stream of pedestrians who came to pay their respects. The sound of mourning, talking, and a few sporadic cannons made the place quite lively.

However, in one of the areas, it seems quite solemn at this moment.

People all in black attire stood still in front of dozens of portraits. Following the silent mourning of the leaders, they also lowered their heads under the pouring rain, their faces grim.

"The battle in Hades..."

Director Tao has gray hair, fluttering in the wind and rain.

Looking at the black and white portraits in front of him, his eyes especially stayed on the members belonging to Donghai for a few seconds, and he said in a low voice: "A total of 51 members have left us."

"They are from the East China Sea, from Zishan, the elites of the two major executive bureaus.

"They are Gong Yiyan, Fang Changshan, and Jiang Zheng from the jury."

"And him, the Fool..."

In Director Tao's eyes, there was still some kind of deep disbelief.

No one would have imagined how shocked and exhausted he was when he first heard the news from the Pope.

I don’t know how many years of regulating the balance of the East China Sea in my life, but I am not as tired as this sentence. It is like the magic of time, which rots the armor and burns away the youth.

"We... ahem."

The assistant hurried forward and patted Director Tao, who was a little out of breath. He wanted to open the umbrella, but was blocked by a palm, and he was a little at a loss.

"fine……"

Under the black umbrella in the distance, Doug, who came from afar, looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

To this day, incidents on all sides are proliferating in an unstoppable number, and although they are not on the same side, as a fighter, he respects them equally.

"Sir, do you know who that flower basket is dedicated to?"

On the side, Wei Le curiously looked at a gorgeous flower basket.

Compared with this time, such a flower basket should appear at the award ceremony or when the wedding is festive. Why is this now?
When Doug heard the words, he turned his head to look, and said in a low voice, "It should be dedicated to an unknown hero."

"Unsung heroes?"

"Correct."

Doug looked at the flower basket, and saw that the flowers became more and more vivid under the water of the rain: "Information from Mr. Pope, the ending of this incident, in fact, someone else came to the end."

"You mean...carry out the will of the dead companion, put your own life and death aside, and finally wave your weapon to change the fate?"

Wei Le's eyes lit up: "I can already faintly smell the fragrance of the story in it. It would be great if I could know everything that happened in it!"

"Ah, sorry, I got a little too excited."

Seeing the end of the silent mourning, Wei Le felt that he was a bit disruptive to the atmosphere, so he lowered his voice: "But you know, every playwright who comes out of Lavan has a dream of writing a hero."

"of course."

Doug didn't look sideways: "But I used to think that the biggest dream of every playwright who came out of Lavan was to have his own theater."

"It's all..."

Wei Le stopped his voice suddenly and looked behind him.

I saw not far away, a figure left floatingly, walking further and further away.

patter...

Bathed in rain, Gao Yi threw an origami white rose down the mountain path, held up a black umbrella, and muttered to himself: "This time, it's a real farewell."

"Jane Weilan."