Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

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Zheng Yi put his hand on the anti-theft door, flicked around without a trace out of the corner of his eye, and quickly found the surveillance camera that was working faithfully in the corridor.

The next response from the door will determine what action Zheng Yi will take next.

The melodious tune of the doorbell flows slowly between the door and the corridor.

It is obviously a traditional and pleasant poll, but at this time it is like a black cloud rolling in front of the bright moon, just waiting for the thick ink-like cloud to roll to the end and reveal the first ray of bright and cold moonlight to shine on the earth...

The two swordsmen standing on the ground will show each other swords that compete with the moonlight.

Everything seems to be getting a little bit more urgent as the tune is coming to an end.

Ps:

I wanted to say that tomorrow was the 23rd

Then today I happened to accompany Deng Deng to buy a new rice cooker, and the one at home broke down

But when I looked at the situation, you all seemed to think it was an update on the afternoon of the 22nd

that……

Then I will come back to code words (I can’t laugh or cry)

first change

Chapter 54: I Come to Be Hope

Zheng Yi could hear someone from behind a door deliberately lighten their footsteps and tiptoe towards the door.

This is not a long distance. Judging from the sound of leather rubbing at the beginning, the person who came here should have just been sitting on the sofa.According to Zheng Yi's understanding of the layout of Lin's house, the distance from the living room to the gate should be less than five meters.

But under this person's feet, it seemed to be as long as tens of meters.

The thought of doing everything possible to move the soles of the feet quietly to the ground can be fully reflected from the subtle footsteps that can basically be hidden in the cicadas outside.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Rather than walking, it is better to say move.

Finally, accompanied by the short and heavy breathing, the man finally stood on the side of the door.

Really, it's a doorway now.

Zheng Yi could even hear the rustling of clothes behind the door, no accident, he should be looking out through the cat's eyes.

Zheng Yi didn't deliberately look at the prostrate eyes on the cat's eyes, and Zheng Yi showed a puzzled expression just right.

At this time, the minor tune of the doorbell was finally coming to an end.

Zheng Yi frowned slowly, and his palms were completely attached to the door——

"Click."

The snap of the lock tongue made Zheng Yi pause.

The thick anti-theft door was gently pulled open, revealing the person hiding behind.

"Isn't this Xiaoyi, why don't you tell me first when you come to play?"

What caught Zheng Yi's eyes was the somewhat surprised and smiling Uncle Lin.

Zheng Yi looked at this elder who could be said to have watched him grow up since he was a child, and returned a bright and undefended smile.

"Hello, uncle!"

"Okay, okay, why did you come here suddenly today? I didn't prepare anything to entertain you."

Having said that, Uncle Lin was holding the doorknob with his right hand and the door frame with his left hand, standing in front of the door, not at all intending to welcome Zheng Yi in.

Zheng Yi blinked, and scratched his head with a smirk: "Isn't it because Yong's wife didn't come to class today? I heard the teacher said that she was sick, so I wanted to come and visit her, by the way..."

He tore off the bag on his back, opened the zipper and took out a plain notebook with a crimson cover without any pattern decoration.

"This is the main point of the quiz that the teacher mentioned today about comprehensive essays and Chinese. I guess I can use it to some extent, so I copied an extra copy during class."

"Oh, look at this..."

Uncle Lin lowered his head with drooping brows, looking at the notebook in Zheng Yi's hand, as if he was the one who asked Zheng Yi to make an extra copy, with a subtle expression between relief and shame on his face: "I made you worry."

"Why are you being polite to me? Besides, it's just a little effort."

Pushing the notebook straight into Uncle Lin's arms, seeing that he had to free his left hand to take the notebook, Zheng Yi immediately looked into the room through Uncle Lin's inadvertently exposed half of his body.

"Uncle, how is Yong's wife?"

Uncle Lin suddenly turned to the left. He was the thinnest father among the four families, but Uncle Lin's body, which was about half the size of Zheng Yi, couldn't block the gap in the door.

With a smile on his face, Uncle Lin drew Zheng Yi's sight again with a smile on his face.

"Uh, it's nothing serious, just a cold and a fever."

"Go to the hospital?"

"No, this girl doesn't want to go, she fell asleep after drinking the medicine, and she hasn't woken up yet, I still want to cook some porridge for her later."

Hearing this, Zheng Yi stared at Uncle Lin's face for a while.

The duration of this behavior is actually very short. If you insist, it may not even exceed three seconds.

But Uncle Lin, who was originally trying to draw Zheng Yi's gaze back with a smiling face, suddenly shifted his gaze downward during the less than three seconds of staring at each other, and refocused his gaze on Zheng Yi's nose bridge.

"Have Xiaoyi eaten? If not, uncle will take you out for a meal, and the family will have a rest every day. It's not suitable for you to use the stove to make big dishes. It's noisy."

Qiqi is the pet name of Yong's wife in the Lin family's mouth. Zheng Yi and the others liked to call her that when she was young, but when she grew up, Yong's wife disagreed with Zheng Yi and the others calling her that.

She is willing because it sounds like she has become the seventh child. Even if she doesn't care much about her seniority, Wife Yong doesn't like being so young all of a sudden.

In the final analysis, it was actually the girl's unique cute temperament, and of course the three of them agreed to this request while preserving the cute moment of chanting their wives.

Zheng Yi immediately shook his head.

"No, no, uncle, you are busy. Taking care of Yong's wife is the most important thing. In fact, I just came to send a notebook to see how Yong's wife is doing. Since she has nothing serious, I won't bother you."

"Ah? It's okay, just have a meal nearby, otherwise you will leave hungry, and Old Zheng will scold me later."

"No way, no. Besides, Xiaoxin is waiting for me at home."

Without waiting for Uncle Lin to do more to keep him, Zheng Yi closed the zipper and grabbed his schoolbag.

"Then I'll come to see Yong's wife when she's in better health. If she needs help with her studies, you can call my dad anytime and I'll come to help."

"Then... that's okay, be careful on the road."

"Understood, goodbye uncle."

Smiling and shaking hands with Uncle Lin, Zheng Yi's figure quickly disappeared at the stairs.

The smile on his face narrowed slightly, Uncle Lin just stood at the door and heard the footsteps gradually moving away, then suddenly came to the edge of the stairs softly, and looked down the corridor cautiously.

It wasn't until he watched Zheng Yi walk to the first floor and disappeared into the building with the sound of footsteps that he pressed the handrail and squatted down almost limply.

The man who was almost fifty years old pressed his forehead against the cold handrail, and the smile on his face became bitter and gloomy, like a mask carved on the flesh.

"Why is it Qiqi..."

This murmur was too weak, like a victim who was about to drown in the deep sea and swung his limbs desperately, but he could only get the heavier and darker surroundings and the suffocation that filled his lungs.

——

"..."

After leaving the building, Zheng Yi turned around.

He looked directly at the position on the sixth floor.

He heard Uncle Lin's voice.

Undoubtedly, it was a cry for help—a call for help from a "hope" that even Uncle Lin himself did not believe in.

Even after tidying up, there are still some messy clothes and hair left.

He couldn't hide his tired eyes and his haggard face.

The body movements that subconsciously want to cover up.

And after obviously considering it, there are loopholes in the eagerness to retreat.

Zheng Yi doesn't know exactly what happened to Yong's wife, but it can make a man who has experienced decades of ups and downs in his life, like that, do everything in his power to hide it, and even call for help from illusory things.

That must be true despair.

Turning his face to the side, looking at the setting sun that was about to disappear, and the deepening night, Zheng Yi walked slowly into the shadows between the buildings.

If you can't find the hope you're looking for in your world.

Then it's up to me to be that hope.

"When you hear the cry for help, don't hesitate..."

Mumbling his father's teachings, Zheng Yi waited for the night to fall.

Ps:

the second

End

Tomorrow... Tomorrow I will try to update as early as possible, after all, it was agreed

good night

adios(?ω)★

Chapter 55: No Coincidence, Probably One of the Greatest Indictments of Reality

Finally, the last rays of sunlight converged into the depths of the horizon.