Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 190 Observation
Afternoon, street, coffee shop.

The sun is warm, making people drowsy.

This is a true portrayal of other human beings by the window, basking in the sun, chatting with friends while holding a coffee cup, passing minute by minute in a pleasant afternoon.

This is true of all humans, except for two non-humans.

For the unnamed non-human lady, the discovery of one's own kind was indeed one of the long life's delights.

The interest she brought up was also the reason why she would communicate with him in Kangtai Mountain. Further, she went to Fuzhao Temple.

The brief exchange allowed her to label the same kind as a rice cooker.

At least that's how she felt at that time, a non-human with the human name Baisu is not a fun person.

But in follow-up observations, she overturned this conclusion.

It's not that Baisu is like a certain black-skinned Lezi person she's met a few times, it's just... just a normal rice cook would toss out the entire temple's beliefs?

The Inhuman Lady admits to being erroneous in judgment.

Reminiscent of the impression of a rice cooker, Baisu might be...

At a small table, two non-human beings occupy each side.

There is no complete peace, nor is it as tense as imagined.

The black-haired youth's pupils continued to collapse, faintly white, and more than two eyeballs appeared on his face.

The woman sitting opposite him was not much better, her eyes sank kindly, and the stirring spoon in the coffee cup in front of her was not controlled but moved out of thin air.

If not, the two non-human beings could still fight.

"You got rid of it." The professional woman looked at Baisu for a while and said.

Its direction is clear, and the "it" they both recognize is only one thing.

Baisu nodded, several eyeballs on his face moved with his emotions: "I ate it."

The professional woman whose recipe was different from Baisu showed an indescribable expression, and the constant speed of the stirring spoon stopped for a moment.

"What's the smell?" the professional woman asked curiously.

I didn't expect to be asked such a question, but Baisu was pretty easy to talk about when it came to food, so he recalled it seriously: "It's mainly cocoa flavor, crispy egg rolls or crispy cakes."

The expressions of professional women became more complicated.

How should she evaluate, is she worthy of being a cook?Even the taste can be remembered so firmly.

She originally thought that Baisu was just going to the temple for a meal, and at most he would play a game of pretending to be a house with his human friends—by the way, his human friends.

Professional women will run to the door under the identity of others, not for the sake of Fuzhao Temple.

Her real curiosity was more focused on another matter.

Her kind ran into one of the human strongholds.

One is also one, those special humans have erected layers of defenses, as if they want to build their bases into iron walls.

However, it is useless against monsters.

Just as the Baisu was not detected by humans after entering, professional women will not be noticed if they go there now.

That is a level that humans cannot touch.

Perhaps the future, in the distant future, can be touched, but definitely not now.

"You joined the human race." The professional woman said, "I 'observed' it."

When saying this sentence, women emphasized the word "observation".

At the same time, an inexplicable sense of peeping swept over his whole body, Baisu even opened his eyes on the back of his hand, half of his eyes were directed at the woman sitting opposite him, and the other half was directed out of the glass window.

He is not the only one being observed.

All the people in this coffee shop, and even those who have not changed nearby.

Baisu saw that on the side of the street or on the road, several human heads turned to the location of the coffee shop.

No matter what they were doing before, they looked over at the next moment, and their reaction was dull and dumb, without the look they should have.

This is really... Baisu opened her eyes wide.

Did his kind have so many vests?

The monster was a little shocked, which was not the same as when he opened the account and was basically out of control.

The air current invisible to the naked eye fluctuated in the air for a moment, and the woman seated opposite let out a groan, and then the sense of peeping disappeared.

The professional woman spread her hands forward to show that she just made a subconscious action without any malice.

Baisu has reservations about not having any malicious intentions.

The eyeball on the back of the hand turned twice, Baisu slapped it up, and pushed the ball back.

"It's not about joining humans." Baisu replied, "Everyone gets what they need."

I don't know what human beings want for the time being, most likely it is to deal with ghosts in the future, but he has a clear goal in approaching human beings, and he plans to pick a good day and go to the ground to see if he is hungry.

It would be best to be invited by humans on their own initiative, as he also finds it troublesome to fight.

It was still a bit uncomfortable for the bullets of human characteristics to hit him.

During human training, he walked past bullets and guns.

The curious monster aimed the bullet at himself in the dead of night, and then shot under the white catkins.

The sound of the gun was lost in the soft texture, and the bullet sank deep into the body, twisting the originally solid structure to pieces.

Baisu immediately cleared that piece of body.

The piece of meat fell to the ground and was still wriggling spontaneously, but it quickly turned into a white floc after breaking away from Baisu's control, and finally fell apart under the impact of the bullet.

If Baisu were to describe the feeling of being shot by a bullet... probably he had a virus, and the virus must be removed.

Afterwards, Baisu returned the gun again, before humans could count the inventory.

Back to the present.

Baisu seemed to be discussing what to have for dinner—in fact, to Baisu, he was discussing what to eat.

"There's something under Human Headquarters."

"It should be the same in other places, right?"

The professional woman paused, then nodded.

She does know this, she is also a person who has walked around those human buildings a few times, all because of curiosity.

Human beings crusade against spirits and raise spirits that can be controlled by them.

It's like walking on a tightrope.

"So it's just for appetite...then why don't you just go down?"

"For you and me, the protection of human beings is nothing, right?"

Baisu was asked, and gave an answer: "What are humans talking about...sustainable development? If you go straight down, you will be hunted down by humans."

He still remembers the way the woman at the front desk in that building softly told him the phrase "people who are not of my race must have different hearts".

Professional woman: "...?"

Professional woman: "You can't beat it?"

The black-haired young man wanted to answer that there were not many people, but before answering, his pupils were completely covered in white.

The feeling of inhumanity was stretched to the extreme. The professional woman seated opposite saw the black-haired young man smiling. She immediately stood up, and the chair was driven by her legs and made a harsh sound.

The surrounding humans can't hear it, and the small spell that isolates the sound is very effective, and it also avoids large-scale damage to the humans in the coffee shop.

The monster's black mouth opened and closed, and the syllables spit out were obscure and connected into sentences.

Clouds gathered in the sky.

(End of this chapter)