Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 177 Fragments
The matter of the promotional paper was just a small episode.

But Baisu still walked around the neighborhood where he lived, as if he was patrolling his territory.

For the time being, there are no other unpleasant smells.

There were a few little ghosts, but he wasn't hungry right now, so he didn't come to the door.

Baisu, who returned to the door of his residence, once again faced the dilemma of not bringing the key.

The dark-haired young man held the box in one hand, and the other hand was close to the door lock.

White catkins emerged from the fingertips and drilled into the keyhole.

Baisu, who was not very proficient in the operation for the first time, managed to open the door with the white catkins dented into the shape of a key after several attempts.

The room inside the door had been unoccupied for a few days and had a thin layer of dust on it.

The white shadow floated twice in the house

Baisu casually placed the food box he was carrying on the side of the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

The black-haired youth burped again.

He pressed his fingertips to his forehead, and his ring finger and thumb touched his eyes and ears respectively, and the slender white line crawled in along the direction pointed by his fingers.

Compared with exploring the brains of real humans, Baisu is much more casual about doing things himself.

The white thread stirred in the brain for a long time, tied up the small piece that was considered to be the shadow, and dragged it out from the scalp.

There was no blood, it was like a padding had been ripped out of a ball of cotton.

It was a small cut off branch, Baisu couldn't remember which part of the wooden Buddha it was, maybe it was the root system, or maybe it was a part of the tree branch?
Not a planned plan.

Naturally, Baisu couldn't imitate the state of human beings with special abilities, so he had to find another way and adopt another possibility mentioned by Qi Zhuyue.

For example, burying the supernatural part directly into the body.

As for why you chose to bury it in the brain... the human brain is really a delicate place, isn't it?
After staring at the shivering broken branch for a while, Baisu stuffed it back into his mind the way it came.

The position may be a bit off compared to before, and probably the position of the shadow has changed after taking another shot.

But it doesn't matter, humans will make up their own brains.

Baisu covered his face with the paper on which his name was signed, sniffed the light fragrance on the paper, and breathed gradually.

Monsters don't dream.

He stopped his thoughts heavily, but the time in the outside world kept moving, the minute hand crossed circle after circle, the calendar turned a page, and the sky changed from darkness to light again.

After getting rid of the supernatural events, human life returned to normal.

To be precise, only half of it has been recovered.

The next day Baisu took off the paper covering his face, rolled it up twice, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and ate it straight away.

It doesn't matter whether you keep the signed paper or not.

The human police didn't contact him in the morning, but just sent a message from the exchanged contact information.

Putting aside the polite scenes, human beings have only one meaning to express: they are not ready yet, wait two days to find him, and don't run around before that.

Baisu replied with an emoji saying no problem, but the human police did not reply.

The efficiency is really slow... Is there no one on the night shift in their department?
The 007 work system that can empathize with capitalists came to mind for a moment. Anyway, monsters need very little rest time.

The sun gradually rose, and the communication equipment connected to the network began to receive messages continuously.

Baisu first searched the Fuzhao Temple online, but there was no news about the cult.

Although the human police at the hospital categorically characterized the incident at Fuzhao Temple as an illegal gathering of a cult, but no news has come out yet.

I can only find disaster news about the landslide in Kangtai Mountain. The specific cause of the landslide is unknown, so I have attached a few more eye-catching pictures of the mountains and forests.

The fallen trees and the destroyed houses after removing the enchantment are shocking.

Some people on the Internet who were close said that there was no wind or rain that day. The only strange thing was that the fog on the mountain was so thick that it was almost white.

But it didn't take long, and the fog cleared around noon, and under the gray sky, the landslide had already occurred.

The disaster occurred on the same date as the Fuzhao Temple held a puja, which aroused heated discussions on the Internet.

This discussion was hotly discussed, and it also reached Baisu.

As an anchor, he told fans that he was going to Fuzhao Temple.

The memory before entering the mountain gate came back, and Baisu suddenly remembered something.

He seemed to... said that he wanted to bring gifts to fans?Did you say you were going to retweet the lottery?

At the moment when Fuzhao Temple is classified as a cult by the human police, he must not be able to use the red rope he bought before to draw a lottery... Oh no, he ate all the red rope, so it will be fine.

Baisu moved his fingers, followed the instructions of the human police, and explained that he did not enter the mountain on the day of the landslide, so as to reassure the fans.

This is a decision made by the special department.

I always feel that An Xiangwen is a bit miserable, and his memory has to be changed twice.

Fans breathed a sigh of relief and began to ask their relatives.

Baisu looked at the constantly beating text on the phone screen, thought for a while, and sent a message to the avatar of a yin-yang fish in the chat software.

It is also a newly added friend, and there is only one message automatically sent by the system.

Baisu tried to send a message, and there was an automatic reply with a long list of service charges for Qianhe Temple.

Baisu followed the price list from top to bottom, from the selling price point of view, it was much cheaper than Fuzhao Temple.

It was supposed to be the time for class, but the high school student on the opposite side replied immediately, and it was obvious that he did not return to class.

Qianheguan xx subview: Wow, is that Mr. Bai?What can I do for you!

The young man posted for several days in a row, and even said that he had nothing to do in the hospital at the moment, and that he would not be charged for chatting with him.

Of course, Baisu was not looking for someone to chat with, he skipped the high school students talking to themselves, and copied a few verses of the text at the front.

Baisu: Is there any discount for buying five copies of this and this?
Thousand Crane View xx view: In theory, there is no such thing, but Mr. Bai can have it!

Baisu:?
Qianheguan xx subview: Heck, anyway, it’s about the price, what payment method should I use?
On the other side, Shuashua sent three pictures, one was the total price added by the calculator, and you can see that the last step of the calculation was multiplied by [-], which was a [-]% discount.

The last two are the payment codes, both green and blue.

Baisu chose Zhang Lu to make money, and after receiving the money, the high school student sent an emoji to thank him for his patronage.

Qianhe Guan xx sub-view: If it is a thing, Mr. Bai will go to the bureau in the future, right?How will it bring you then?
Baisu had no objection.

But he just replied hello, and the lively young man over there sent several more words, causing Baisu to cross the chat box unbearably.

The young man sent another meeting, and when he found that there was really no reply, he stopped regretfully, perhaps to harass others.

After the mobile phone stopped, Baisu opened the contact information of the police officer surnamed Xia and reminded: Officer Xia, my luggage is still in the previous hospital.

After a while, the other person replied: I will return it to you next time we meet.

(End of this chapter)