Zhou Bai overlapped the fat face in his mind with the thin face now, and finally came to this conclusion.
A year of wandering life made him go from a fat man to this thin?
Zhou Bai looked him up and down again.
The clothes on his body were dark and worn, so worn that it was difficult to recognize their original appearance.
And it didn't fit well, it just hung loosely on my body.
But Zhou Bai looked carefully and could barely tell that he and Spacetime B were wearing the same clothes.
Zhou Bai sighed, watching him keep giggling in front of him, but what came to his mind was the haggard appearance of the old couple in the bun shop.
They are probably still heating up the cage of bean paste buns.
"Today is my son's birthday.
He used to like eating bean paste buns the most.
We thought that if we came to the store today, if he came back, we might be able to eat some hot steamed buns."
Zhou Bai recalled what he said and took out the bag of bean paste buns from his pocket.
He looked at the stupid homeless man in front of him and said something.
"Happy birthday."
The homeless man tilted his head, carefully deciphering Zhou Bai's words, and then let out a silly chuckle.
Zhou Bai approached him and handed the red bean paste bun in front of him.
As soon as he saw it, he eagerly grabbed it.
Then he grabbed a red bean paste bun with two hands and stuffed it into his mouth together.
His mouth was immediately filled with buns.
The sunken face was also puffed up by the buns.
He kept chewing in his mouth.
Before I swallowed much, I inserted another one.
Zhou Bai stood aside and wanted to remind him to eat slowly, but when he got closer to him, he saw him eating and suddenly burst into tears.
Zhou Bai didn't know what these red bean paste buns reminded him of.
But Zhou Bai took back what he wanted to say.
Just let him cry loudly.
On the street behind them, passers-by occasionally passed by and gave them strange looks.
Zhou Bai could only helplessly sit on a stone chair nearby to avoid being misunderstood that he was bullying others.
The homeless man cried for a while before he finally got tired of crying.
He wiped the tears from his face, sobbed, and stuffed another bun into his mouth.
He ate all ten bean paste buns like this.
Zhou Bai sat quietly on the stone chair and waited until he finished eating all the buns before speaking to him.
"Don't eat what others buy for you in the future."
The homeless man burped and looked up at Zhou Bai blankly.
In his hand, he still held the brown paper bag given to him by Zhou Bai to hold the buns.
Can't you eat other people's food?
But just now, he seemed to have eaten something that others bought for him.
Zhou Bai also felt that his behavior was a bit strange.
However, this is a requirement of the rules. If it is strange, it can only be because the rules are strange.
Zhou Bai comforted himself.
"Anyway, just remember not to eat what others buy for you in the future."
After saying that, he quickly left the place.
Now it is time and space C, so Zhou Bai can just verify one of his doubts.
He walked to the street and relied on his memory to come to the corner where the old dining cars were placed.
The dining car is still the same, placed in the same location.
Zhou Bai walked over and looked at the dining car.
It is the same as the dining car in Time and Space B, except that it looks a little more shabby. Even the broken wheels are the same.
So in a sense, it's the same food truck.
Zhou Bai went around to the back of the dining car and found the position where he was bending the iron piece.
However, the location of the dining car in front of me has not been bent.
In order to prevent himself from misremembering the location, Zhou Bai also checked other places in the dining car.
But the result is still the same.
Except for the wheels that were originally broken and became more worn out as time went by, there was no artificial bend on this dining cart.
After Zhou Bai confirmed this matter, various thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind.
He took a deep breath, found a stone chair and sat down, and then slowly began to organize his thoughts.
He bent the iron plate of the dining car in time and space b.
But the iron sheet of the Space-Time C dining car is intact.
In other words, these three time and spaces are now independent for Zhou Bai.
New things happening inside will not affect each other.
In this case, Zhou Bai's difficulty seems to have increased again.
After Zhou Bai realized this, his eyes immediately shrank.
This is very important information for customs clearance.
Fortunately, he discovered it early, otherwise he might have gone in the wrong direction.
Zhou Bai thought of this and started to think about the steps to clear the level again.
Assume that in time and space c soon, barbecued pork buns will appear.
So according to the normal development of things, one year from time and space a and time and space b, barbecued pork buns will also appear.
Therefore, Zhou Bai should actually prevent the barbecued pork buns from appearing three times.
However, these three time and space gave Zhou Bai different time to solve the problem.
And among these, the most urgent and urgent thing should be time and space c.
Because Zhou Bai had no way of knowing whether the person who wanted to sell barbecued pork buns would have already started making barbecued pork buns.
No wonder this copy did not give a time limit.
Zhou Bai thought of this, took another deep breath, and then stood up from the chair.
Snack Street Survival Rules c, Article 1.
[Please speed up, the time left for you is running out.]
Zhou Bai now understood the meaning of this rule more deeply.
He walked out of the corner, then walked to the snack shop opposite and bought a large lollipop.
Although time is tight, we still cannot forget the things we promised to the children.
He looked around and saw no sign of the little beggar.
There was no rush to find him.
Instead, he put the lollipop into his pocket and walked towards the direction of the Douhua shop.
Hua Lin can make barbecued pork buns, so she was listed as the number one suspect by Zhou Bai.
If Zhou Bai wants to prevent barbecued pork buns from appearing in snack streets, he must first clarify who wants to sell barbecued pork buns.
After confirming this matter, he can take the next step.
Zhou Bai kept walking forward like this.
And the steamed stuffed bun shop, the bean curd shop, and the sizzling squid shop gradually appeared in front of him.
On the shelf outside the bun shop, the black plastic bag tied by Zhou Bai was not conspicuous, but Zhou Bai could still see it from a distance.
He took out his cell phone and saw the time displayed on it, which was five o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhou Bai put his phone back into his pocket, and then looked inside the Douhua shop.
Karin was still standing behind the counter, her head lowered, and she seemed to be drawing something on her hand.