The ruthless man at the door looked at the sneaky figure that suddenly appeared in the corner of the community and narrowed his eyes.
It's that person.
The whip in Jasmine's hand was already slightly hot, and the shavings had been dispersed successfully, but at this speed, she didn't know how long it would take to cover the entire community.
While he was struggling to concentrate his spiritual energy, Xiaolan, who was tiptoeing, appeared in his sight.
He looked back three times, and he was still holding something in his hand, which he couldn't see clearly. He was tugging at it, as if he was walking a dog.
What kind of demented behavior is this?
Even if you are trying to confuse yourself, there is no need to pretend to be a fool.
I really dislike her.
If you want to hit someone, people will always want to hit you.
While Xiao Lan was so angry at Shadow that she was thinking about how to beat him up the moment he had a physical body, Jasmine was also secretly thinking about how to beat Xiao Lan into submission when the whip was free.
"Why did you stay at that drunk man's house?"
"Because I want to find my things, and only by following them can I go to their home."
"I know a place that might have something of yours."
Xiao Lan was pulling the rope, and had to dodge all the way to avoid the floating shadow on the other end of the rope from hitting the branches. Building No. 11, where the new house of Xiao Liu and his wife was located, was in front, and Taoist priest and Bao Mu might be there.
Xiaolan pulled her human-shaped balloon upstairs, and the door of 502 was indeed open.
"This is it," Xiaolan opened the door and said to Shadow, "your dog is here."
"What dog? I don't have a dog."
"That could be some other animal," Xiaolan waved his hand nonchalantly. "It scratched the water pipes and floors."
"I've never had a pet." The figure wondered.
Xiaolan ignored his words and stood at the door, calling out to the Taoist priest.
no respond.
Isn't the Taoist here?
Before Xiaolan could think about the Taoist leader's whereabouts, a strange "ta-da" sound sounded in the room.
Very clear sound.
Xiaolan herself was fine, but the excitement coming from the other end of the rope became more and more obvious.
"Hey, they say it's your pet."
"That's not my dog," Shadow said excitedly, "that's my hand!"
The "ta-da" sound gradually got closer, and I saw a white thing slipping out of the open bedroom door, like a white light, quickly approaching me.
Xiaolan instantly understood who the scratches on the floor and water pipes came from.
Crawling on the ground.
It turned out to be a hand!
A pale hand with well-defined muscles and veins, the palm of the hand supporting the forearm, climbed very fast.
The hand jumped up, and the moment it came into contact with the shadow, it disappeared on the spot as if it had been absorbed. At the same time as it disappeared, the shadow's empty right sleeve finally became full.
"The other one, where's the other one?"
Shadow showed a slightly morbid expression of excitement.
Xiaolan glanced at him sideways, "You ate it without asking clearly. Of course only your right hand knows where your left hand is."
"Let me ask my right hand."
"Hey, you still have this ability." Xiaolan said contemptuously.
But Shadow's communication seemed to be successful, as his right arm stood up straight and pointed at another corner of the living room.
The TV, TV cabinet, TV wall, including the bedroom are all in that direction.
Xiaolan took the shadow balloon and looked around, but found nothing.
"Is that really what your right hand meant just now?"
Xiaolan began to suspect that it was just an illusion of the shadow. After all, when playing the pen fairy game, the movement of the ballpoint pen was most likely due to the player's reflex action.
Shadow was anxious and ashamed, and began to yell at his right hand.
"Where is my left hand? It's you!..."
"Come on, it can't speak, so what can you do for it?"
Xiaolan said as she turned around and circled a corner in the partition that separated the living room and the balcony. After looking beyond the partition, the refrigerator placed next to the balcony caught Xiaolan's eyes.
This refrigerator is indeed on the extension line of the direction pointed by the shadow's right hand.
Could it be?
Xiaolan didn't know whether the frozen hand shadow could be digested.
Walking to the refrigerator, the shadow became as silent as himself.
Neither of them wanted to face this reality.
Open the upper layer to keep fresh, and there are only some dried vegetables and neatly stacked eggs.
That's refrigeration...
Opening the first shelf, there are ice creams of various brands and flavors that are frozen hard.
The second compartment is quick-frozen dumplings and quick-frozen pasta.
The third grid.
Xiaolan opened the refrigerated box, and inside was a large box full of frozen meat of indistinguishable varieties arranged randomly, red, white, and red.
No wow.
Xiaolan lay down on the ground, wondering if it was hidden under the refrigerator?
After the third refrigerated box was pushed back, the sound of breaking ice came from the refrigerator.
Xiaolan got up from the ground and opened the third grid again.
There was a commotion deep in the refrigerator box, and the ice ball formed on the surface of the meat ball shattered into pieces.
"Crack, click, click!"
Between the minced meat and crushed ice, a finger appeared.
Xiaolan was very cooperative and quickly shortened the length of the rope to make it easier for her left hand to reach.
The shadow's left hand jumped up with the smell of raw meat and unmelted ice.
Shadow caught it.
The left hand finally appeared.
Shadow looked at his long-lost hands, "Just like this, find all my things."
"Then list what you are missing."
"Well."
"I can't count on you," Xiaolan rolled her eyes at Shadow, "Let's go and check out the smelly next door first."
Although the Taoist priest was not on the opposite side, Baomu was in this smelly room.
Baomu, who was most sensitive to smells, was already half-dead at this time.
Seeing Xiaolan's figure, Baomu just pointed inward and rushed out to get some air.
Sure enough, it was in the bedroom that I felt was suspicious.
Before Baomu left just now, he pointed at the head of the double bed.
Could this be the source?
"I said, you can't sense your body at this distance?" Xiaolan asked the shadow helplessly.
Shadow was concentrating on sniffing the smell in the room, with a strange expression.
"As long as I find my heart first, that's it. After I have my heart, I can feel the position of other parts of my body."
"Then can you smell the smell here?" Xiaolan asked.
"Uh... I can smell it..."
"Are you familiar with it?" Xiaolan asked, "Have you ever smelled this smell?"
"Uh...just..."
The shadow suddenly became twitchy, which was very strange.
"What is it?"
"This smell is like the smell I can smell when I come home after running outside for a day after forgetting to change my socks in the summer."
Xiaolan was stunned for a few seconds.
Smelly socks! I just said they were stinky socks, right?
Wait, but does this shadow even want to collect smelly socks?
Xiaolan covered her nose and turned over the pillows, quilts and even mattresses at the head of the bed.
nothing.
The smelly socks are well hidden.
Xiaolan rummaged around to no avail. Just as she was rethinking the answer to the odor, something under the bed moved restlessly.