Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 512 Time and Space Dialogue: I will wait for you in the future (40)

She grabbed him, "don't be afraid, uncle, I don't want the money, so tell me, where is my schoolbag?"

The homeless struggled even more fiercely, "I don't believe you, you beat up ten people by yourself just now, and I saw them all!"

Bai Zhen was in a hurry and kicked the iron door next to him. The loud noise made his body tremble suddenly, "Where is my schoolbag!"

The tramp stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed to the trash can not far away, "Throw it there."

Only then did Bai Zhen let go of him and ran to the trash can.

But there are five trash cans in a row, and they are all clean!

Bai Zhen was so angry that she turned to ask the homeless man, "Did the garbage truck come? Are all the ones here cleared away?"

The tramp nodded of course.

For sure. Otherwise, how could he dare to swagger here to eat chicken legs?

that moment.

Bai Zhen really had the urge to strangle him to death.

"Where will the garbage trucks over here send all the garbage?"

The homeless spread his hands, "How do I know this?"

Bai Zhen was so angry that her lips were trembling.

Her mobile phone was out of power and she was penniless. The lights in the dormitory had been turned off, the door had been closed, and she could not contact her roommates.

It's almost 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. Where can she go to the garbage collection station?

But the homeless man didn't mind the trouble and added, "Little girl, if you're looking for it, you have to hurry up. If they burn the garbage, it will be bad."

Bai Zhen's complexion was so gloomy that water dripped.

It did drip water...

Her forehead was already oozing with fine sweat, and the clothes on her back were soaked.

But what annoyed her the most was not nothing.

Instead, you have a goal, but you don't know where to go.

The homeless man left after saying that, for fear that the girl would be unhappy and beat him up.

There was no car or pedestrian on the whole street.

Bai Zhen squatted there alone, holding her knees with her hands and buried her head in her arms, looking a little pitiful.

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Three thirty in the morning.

The man looked at the time displayed on the clock and the notebook that still did not reply, feeling a little irritable for some reason.

The formula on the side is just deduced a little, and it can't be written.

The tea at hand was cold in the morning.

He didn't sleep at all.

Obviously the air conditioner has been adjusted to 23 degrees.

But he still felt more and more irritable.

It's an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Uncontrollable, unpredictable, untouchable.

His neatly combed short hair was messed up by him, and the man simply got up and opened a bottle of vodka.

Of course.

Just as he was pouring wine into the glass.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw.

The notebook not far away seems to be missing a corner...

His eyebrows twitched.

Two steps and one step forward, rushed to the desk.

The glass fell to the ground by his action.

There was a crisp sound.

Drinks splashed with shards of glass.

The man looked at the notebook in front of him, his pupils shuddered.

what happened?

What exactly is going on?

The notebook is in...

Is it disappearing?

He reached out and wanted to touch it.

But the light and slender fingertips only touched a void.

He stood there dumbfounded.

Staring at the empty desktop.

Then he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

gone.

How could it be gone?

This... can't be explained by science...

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Good night fairies! hehe (づ￣3￣)づ