One night...a farce

The cafe opened as usual, and the fat guys arrived as scheduled. Everything was as usual. No one knew what happened in a factory on the outskirts of the city, and no one knew how the little gangster and the murderer Bill got along with the rats.

Of course, no one cares.

Everyone follows their own life. The joys, angers, sorrows and happiness of others can only be a movie after all. Getting rich, breaking up love, war, injury, birth, old age, sickness, and death, and glory. All emotions can only be temporary feelings in the eyes of another person. In the blink of an eye, they will quickly turn into topics of drinking and lose all meaning. Even people who experience it personally, like Boss Xiaoyu, after returning to normal life, will involuntarily summarize those painful experiences into an unreal dream. Only when you go to bed can you sigh.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if it weren't for the help of these two clerks and Chen Xiao, he might have turned into a broken corpse like other preys, and corpse sank to the sea. So whether you say that he was blinded by the second-dimensional world or that he was heartless, he seemed to think that this matter was not that difficult to accept. Isn't it just kidnapped by the murderer? Compared to the luoli walking around in the mirror, the hammers and axes that appeared out of thin air, and the "Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who ate diabetes sooner or later, it would be a normal thing to be a murderer.

It's like a story, everyone has their own things to do.

For example, that little gangster is destined to die in his unwillingness and anger.

For example, Boss Xiaoyu, he is destined to gradually understand the world and write a brilliant stroke in the final battle.

For example, the couple who walked into the coffee shop a few days ago were destined to drink coffee and chat, and start an answer that they didn’t know how long it would take to answer.

......

Then, time has come two days before Chen Xiao got the black card drawn.

At a table beside the window, a man and a woman are sitting...

"So, are you still doing those boring things?"

The man wearing glasses leaned on his cheek with one hand and tapped his glasses slowly and rhythmically with his fingers.

The woman sitting opposite him was wearing a beige windbreaker and her long hair was naturally curled, revealing that this youthful atmosphere was completely in line with her age. It was hard to imagine that less than half a month ago, her "husband" had just fallen off the balcony and was worn by the fence on the first floor and was so cold that she felt cold.

"Why are you talking about this again? I haven't seen each other for so long, and I thought you finally had a little affection for me..." She said with some complaint, and her eyes and smile revealed an insignificant, but it was also intoxicating intellectual charm. But the man in glasses naturally knew that this charm was like an invisible poisonous vine. As long as someone stepped on it, he would be entangled, circle by circle, gentle and sweet, until he pulled into the bottomless abyss.

"Fear? Stop making trouble. I don't want to be one of your dolls." He sighed helplessly: "I heard that you changed your identity a while ago? What's it... It's just casual, anyway, another unlucky guy is in trouble."

"Oh, you said he is a pretty good person." The woman smiled faintly, as if recalling something extremely wonderful: "It's just that he is a little suspicious, otherwise we can play for a few more months. Oh, by the way, now I am a returnee doctor of economics. How about it, isn't it very suitable?"

The man rubbed his temples. He really couldn't stand the woman sitting opposite him because she had a very bad hobby.

I just like watching people seek death.

This hobby sounds a bit inexplicable, but that's what she is.

Every time she would choose some so-called "interesting toys", then contact him (her), and quickly integrate into their lives. After that, she would design countless "death methods" for them... These methods of death are in the life of toys. She watched the other party wander on the edge of the trap she laid, excitedly looking forward to them falling into a certain abyss. For her, it was as exciting as a fan looking forward to a World Cup goal.

Of course, she would change her identity every time. She could be a childhood sweetheart who was close to "toys", or a weak girl, even a daughter, or even a mother rescued by her evil people. In short, she could be anyone, transform into tens of millions, and escape after playing, and at the same time she could clean up all the connections between herself and "toys".

These things that seem impossible for ordinary people to accomplish are simply easy for her.

She is also happy about it.

This is why the man with glasses hates her. But what can I do? Among these seven people, there is no normal guy except himself. (In fact, everyone else thinks so too...)

"But to be honest, I'm a little tired of these people, so don't you think about it anymore? I promise, I'll be gentle to you... very gentle."

She smiled and said, "There was no special move, but the man with glasses felt a dazed in his heart.

This demonic woman knows how to tear apart a person's heart...

"Then why don't you go and play with him?" The man in glasses muttered unhappily.

"You said Chen Xiao?" the woman responded: "It's the most boring to play with him. He doesn't play according to the common sense, whether it's before or now."

After hearing this, the man with glasses nodded in a reasonable way.

"Okay, let's talk about something serious. Everyone knows that it's definitely not a coincidence that your toy lives in the same neighborhood as him, so do you think it's time?"

"Tsk, you men are like this. Whenever you have something to do, you will feel annoyed to reminisce about the past." The woman was a little resentful: "Well, I did meet him a few days ago, and there was no sign of his memory reply."

The man in glasses frowned and began to tap his fingers on his glasses again: "According to his plan, he should be able to break free from the constraints within a year after being sealed memory."

"His plan will always be derailed by himself. This is his nature, even if he loses his memory, so he should follow our process... Now he has noticed the old man who eats memories, so he will definitely go to the trouble of the Pacific Division. In order to prevent him from playing to death..."

As he said that, the woman took out a black card that looked like a crow and handed it to the other party.
Chapter completed!