Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 21

When Baisu went to the bathroom, he ran into a queue again.

He observed and found that the line extended from the female side.

Feeling that the business of the hotpot restaurant is really good, Baisu borrowed the way from the women's team and crossed over to the men's restroom.

He is just pretending, just find a place to stay for a while.

The smell of public toilets has always been bad. Even though this is a brand new storefront, there is still a faint smell of disinfectant suppressing it.

Baisu picked a compartment at random and entered, sat there and yawned.

He didn't bring his mobile phone, so he could only close his eyes and count down tens of seconds before going out.

Time passed by, and counting, he suddenly felt that the smell of the bathroom became better.

Sweet and soft, Baisu thinks it tastes like candy that humans eat.

"Gudu."

Swallowing, Baisu suddenly opened his eyes.

It smells good.

Even though he had already eaten a huge amount of food at the hot pot buffet, he still felt the pang of hunger sweeping through his brain.

So hungry.

Baisu reached for the doorknob with five fingers, twisted it but did not open it.

what's the situation?Squinting his eyes and looking over, he found that the door lock was broken, the entire lock was stuck, and he had to dismantle it violently if he wanted to open the door.

Baisu moved his wrist.

Just as his fingertips were on the lock, he was about to use his strength when he suddenly found that the scent that hooked him had disappeared.

The whole wave of smell faded from the bathroom, leaving only a faint aftertaste.

At the same time, there were two "duk-duk" sounds from the door panel on the left side of the compartment.

Baisu frowned displeasedly, and turned his head to the left.

He looked at the door panel, the knocking sound behind the door panel continued, and then a hoarse middle-aged male voice spoke from there: "I'm out of paper, can you lend me some paper?"

It is a very common paper borrowing operation, provided that the surroundings are not so quiet.

The hot pot restaurant and even the bustle of people in some shopping malls farther away can no longer be heard.

Baisu thought that the problem was not with his own hearing, so the only thing that could change was the surrounding environment.

It may be that the human voice disappeared when the fragrance swept through.

Seeing that there was no answer, the male voice who borrowed paper from next door knocked a little loudly: "Is brother there? Borrow a paper, it's urgent, just put it in my hand."

Then, a hand stretched out from under the door panel of the next room.

Baisu caught it out of the corner of his eye and looked down.

It was a pair of woman's hands.

The white and slender five fingers are slightly opened and bent upwards. Even on the palm side, the bright red nail polish on the back of the nails can still be seen.

The woman's hands are kept arched there, in a fixed posture.

Baisu then bent down.

How can there be women's hands in the men's toilet?

While observing, Baisu vaguely sensed that someone was looking at him, but right now he was focusing on the hand below, and did not trace the source of the line of sight.

As if realizing Baisu's doubts, the middle-aged male voice next door chuckled twice.

The laughter was like the sound of sawing wood, and the male voice explained: "It's just a transvestite, brothers don't discriminate, right?"

This is not a matter of discrimination, Baisu respects all hobbies of human beings.

It's just... No matter how you look at it from any angle, this hand can only be a woman's, and the bones are very thin, completely different from a man's.

Wuzhi Danko's palm shook, and Baisu caught a sharp glimpse of the part of the thick nail polish missing on the tip of his nails.

It's as if the hand was scratching hard somewhere, and the color was scraped off under the intense friction and collision. On the bare spot, if you look closely, the nails are also rough and pitted.

"Oh...then I'll switch hands."

Before waiting for a response, the male voice next door obediently withdrew his hand, and poked out another hand from underneath.

This time it's rough male palms, but the problem is...

Baisu felt that he was right.

The previous female palm was the right hand, and this male palm...is also the right hand, with the fingers facing the same direction.

It is impossible for a person to have two right hands.

Some careful thinking is extremely afraid of using my heart, which makes people shudder.

The rough male right hand waved there, waiting for someone to hand him a paper, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

"Paper, give me paper—"

The sound of begging became more and more urgent, and the knocking sound of Tu Tu Tu became more and more violent.

Baisu obviously wouldn't hand the paper to the weirdo next door after discovering the obvious abnormality, so he looked back at the doorknob, ready to break the door and leave.

Maybe because Baisu didn't respond for a long time, the male voice next door got angry.

The arm protruding from under the partition suddenly stretched out, almost squeezing the upper arm to the shoulder, and the palm grabbed Baisu's ankle.

This is an extremely distorted posture. There is no way for human bones to pass through such a narrow gap, so it can only discard some things.

The flesh and blood were pierced by the shattered bones during the squeezing and scratching, and the sound of cracking and cracking was endless, and blood kept gushing out in the process, leaving a large puddle of blood.

When he was about to reach Baisu's legs, the male palm changed little by little, and the ghost hand, as pale as a corpse, waved down.

"Why don't you lend me paper! Why why! Why don't you lend me paper! Why!!!"

Accompanied by a shrill roar, something slammed into the door panel on the left side, and the raised shape had the outline of a human being, and then the ghost hand grabbed it fiercely.

Baisu felt the sharp claws scratching his trouser legs, and his cold and rough fingers grabbed his ankle, and suddenly pulled him to the left.

Baisu shook for a while, but only for a while.

Nothing else happened.

The black-haired young man holding the door looked back speechlessly.

He had already suffered a little from the fragility of the human body on the subway last time.

Although there were deliberate factors later, it was his carelessness to be caught off guard and have his wrist melted off.

So after that, he paid more attention to the human appearance, at least it won't be shattered by a touch.

The toilet ghost was a little stunned. It didn't think about the failure of its own dragging, so it couldn't help but tried again, and this time it didn't move at all.

It feels like that's not how the script should be.

Baisu let out a breath.

His left foot was released from the shackles of the ghost's claw with all his strength, and he heard a crisp click sound, which should have pulled the ghost's wrist out of its joint.

The bones that were already shattered became even more misaligned, Baisu glanced at her, and stepped on the ghost's hand with her raised foot.

The toilet ghost reacted now, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Tsk."

The black-haired young man stepped on the empty space and pushed the door panel in front of him hard, only to see that the screws and the fixing slots collapsed, and the door was easily dismantled.

The moment he walked out of the cubicle, Baisu raised his head and squinted at the top of the partition on the left.

Climbing above the partition, the toilet ghost with its neck stretched like a thin rope was originally to observe the people he threatened.

Now, it appears to be the one being targeted.

The black-haired youth smiled at it.

"Slap."

The toilet ghost lost his grip on one hand, and the severed female hand used to scare fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)