"I can't imagine that Shinji still has this kind of craft!" Ritsuko stuffed the last grain of rice into her mouth with satisfaction, she hadn't eaten such a delicious taste for a long time, and since the second impact, the sea life has almost been wiped out, and the most traffic-saving, ad-free site on mobile phones.

There are no bonito flakes, no kelp, and no seafood, which almost directly collapses the Japanese cuisine system.

"It's fine. Feng Xue smiled shyly, "If you are regarded as a trouble but still want to live well, then you have to know a little bit about everything." ”

"That's really hard!" Ritsuko of course also knew what Shinji Ikari was like in childhood, but she just shook her head, and then suddenly remembered something, took out a card from her pocket and handed it to Feng Xue.

"This is Li's new card, I haven't had a chance to give it to him, can you help me send me to her house before going to the headquarters?"

"Okay. Feng Xue nodded, and put the card in her pocket.

That night, Feng Xue was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling without saying a word, and now the dead qi accumulated in his body was enough for him to transform three times, but he still hadn't transformed.

This is also something that can't be helped, originally he wanted to return to the Tower of Babel and transform safely, but who knew that when he returned to the Tower of Babel, he found that he couldn't start the transformation at all in the Babel world.

Because the Tower of Babel has a perfect rule circle built by countless rule-level bosses, there is no dead air at all!

No, to be exact, there should be no free death.

After the death of any animal, plant, fungus or other strange thing, the dead qi will decompose at a very fast speed, and then reintegrate into the natural cycle, this environment can not meet the needs of Feng Xue's transformation at all, if you insist on transforming in the Babel world, you have to go to the earth, the mortality rate in the place where the hundred races compete is so high that even the planet's metabolic rate cannot keep up, otherwise, it only takes seven days of transformation in the half-plane, and it may be maintained for decades in the Tower of Babel.

Although Feng Xue has the existence of the inner world in his hand, he can spend tens of millions of years in the real world in a second, but this cannot affect the external environment, so no matter how long he stays in the inner world, it is useless if the external supply of dead qi cannot keep up.

Although Feng Xue has entered the half-plane at this moment, and is sure to transform in a second, he knows very well how nervous the world he is in, he can even be sure that as long as he transforms, the unnatural death qi convergence phenomenon will be detected by NERV, even if it will disappear in a second, he will become the core of the problem, although it will not be directly obliterated, but at least eva will not let him go up.

"It's really troublesome, let's pick a time when the apostle is present!" Feng Xue shook his head, intending to throw the pot to the apostle, because in his impression, there was already an optimal choice, although before that, he would continue to endure the feeling of fullness brought by the death qi, and absorb more death qi in order not to be targeted by the half-plane.

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"The dilapidated roads, the dilapidated buildings, the abandoned garbage everywhere, and the elevators that have not been maintained for I don't know how many years, although the original book knew that Ayanami Rei didn't live well, but I didn't expect it to be so bad. Bypassing all kinds of strange garbage on the ground, Feng Xue stepped on the stairs to the fourth floor, no way, the dilapidated elevator that looked like something in a horror movie, please forgive Feng Xue for not being able to get in.

Although even if there was a cocoin in the elevator, Feng Xue could put her in eighteen different poses, but it was a pure, physiological unwillingness, so Feng Xue still decided to follow her own heart.

Well, it's so lofty, it's actually that Feng Xue didn't want to take the elevator, so she just took the stairs.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or if the neon apartment buildings look the same, in short, walking in the corridor full of all kinds of domestic garbage, Feng Xue suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

Kick away the PET bottles that stand in the way, kick the cans that stand in the way, kick the instant noodle buckets that stand in the way, kick the used wings that are still stained with blood in the way, kick the ...... in the way Well, you're, you're awesome, I'll wrap around!

In short, after overcoming many difficulties, Feng Xue finally came to the door with the word "Ayabo", looking at the house number of 402 above, Feng Xue exhaled deeply.

"Meow a cat, the one who can live in this kind of place is either a sloppy ghost or a short circuit in the cranial nerves! If Ayanami Li doesn't move, even if I don't come every day!"

"Is anyone there?" Feng Xue knocked on the door three times as usual, but no one spoke.

I twisted it slightly, but found that the door was not locked.

The envelope on the door is filled with all kinds of letters, but it looks like an advertisement or something, and the floor and cabinet at the entrance are also full of open letters, but most of them are only pulled out a little, and after finding that it makes no sense, they are thrown there.

The floor in the room was covered with dust, and it looked as if there was no floor, looking at such an internal environment, Feng Xue didn't know whether she should take off her shoes or not.

After thinking about it carefully, Feng Xue still took off her shoes, and then used the AT force field to make a layer of isolation mat under her feet before walking into the room.

The interior of the apartment is full of silo style - there is no living room, the entrance is attached to the kitchen, and then the bedroom.

The kitchen dishwasher was stuffed with unwashed dishes, fortunately, I still knew that there was nothing to stimulate Feng Xue's nerves, and it seemed that the stove that had been covered with ashes was only a little blank in the position blocked by the knob, Feng Xue was also deeply impressed by this, how could I use the stove without any ashes falling off?

The layout in the bedroom is even more miserable, the walls and floors of the fruit dew, the electric lights that have not been used for an unknown number of years, the pillows full of blood, and the bandages and medicines next to the refrigerator, it does not look like a home with the breath of life, but like the ward of a third-rate private hospital.

"You can live in this kind of place, Ayanami Li is not emotionless, but she doesn't have feelings, right?" Feng Xue gently touched the blood on the pillow, that thing had already dried, it felt rough and frictional to the touch, no matter how uncomfortable it was, even if it was emotionless, it wouldn't even have the heart to sleep comfortably, right?

Feng Xue felt that she couldn't stay in this room for a minute, especially the dirty kitchen, which simply touched the sensitive nerves of a chef!

"I owe you a good ......" Feng Xue found a towel on the shelf next to the dishwasher that she knew it hadn't been used for a long time at a glance, and began to clean it.