Chapter Twenty-Eight: Heaven, Good Place
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A mixture of greasy and rancid food smelled so bad that Qu Xi almost threw up.
A thin man grabbed the doorknob inside with one hand, and looked at Qu Xi with his eyes hanging on.
Qu Xi also looked at him coldly.
The eyebrows are rat-eyed, the beard is unkempt, and the brown T-shirt on the upper body is not known for how long it has been worn, and there are mottled oil stains everywhere, emitting a foul smell.
A pair of dark blue beach pants underneath, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and long toenails covered in black dirt.
Hatred only appeared on Qu Xi's face for a moment, and in the next second, she changed into her signature bright smile: "Handsome guy, there is a new bubble tea shop downstairs, take the time to sit down." β
The man's eyes narrowed, and a duck-like voice rolled out of his throat: "I don't need it. β
"Oops, handsome guy, our boba milk tea is really delicious! You have to taste everything you say! As she spoke, Qu Xi took out a piece of paper from her bag, which she had previously obtained from the person who handed out the leaflets.
"I said, I don't need to." As soon as the man drank it fiercely and put his hands hard, he was about to close the door!
At this moment, Qu Xi saw a small green dot on the man's head.
Level 1 Detection Function!
She was overjoyed, and her hand holding the leaflet pressed hard against the door, and she was about to enter.
The man obviously didn't expect a door-to-door saleswoman to break in, and he was stunned, and the strength in his hand eased a little.
said that it was too late and that was too fast, Qu Xi quickly reached out and quickly pressed the virtual button on the man's head!
"Drip ......"
Before being pushed out of the door by the man, Qu Xi was satisfied and saw the familiar holographic panel.
[Name: Zhang Xian.]
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Scumbag coefficient: 80/100
Weaknesses: Severe fear of water
Host Qu Xi, please choose, save or destroy? γ
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The iron door had been slammed shut by the man.
Qu Xi stared blankly at the screen in front of him, feeling his head buzzing.
Is this the first-level probe function?
Butβ
Weakness?
What the hell is this weakness of "severe fear of water"?
Is it playing with her?!
She called out in a low voice, "Hey." β
"What's the host up for?" System-kun soon appeared.
"That's what I've worked so hard for...... Saved 100 points in exchange for something? The corners of Qu Xi's mouth twitched.
"What's the host not happy with?"
"What's not satisfying about me, you ask?" Qu Xi was extremely angry, "The only thing I care about now is whether this man is the slut who attacked Luo'er!" But what 'weakness' do you tell me? β
If she didn't pull that man out for a second, she wouldn't be able to live for a second!
It doesn't matter if he's weak or strong!
"Ahem...... The system is also helpless when it comes to the host. β
Qu Xi took several deep breaths before suppressing the emotions in his heart. She glanced at the panel againβ
Scumbag coefficient, 80/100.
This is already the highest scumbag coefficient she has ever seen.
It's weirdly high, and it's also very determined.
But she didn't dare to act rashly now.
Because she has no proof.
She narrowed her eyes and began to think seriously.
After a long time, she said lightly: "This task, let's put it aside for the time being." β
"What does the host mean?"
"I'll have to think again."
After saying that, Qu Xi didn't say too much, raised his head and slowly walked downstairs.
The fat boy had long since walked away, and on the steps of the empty unit building, there was only a bouquet of wildflowers, lying quietly.
Qu Xi looked at the wildflower, looked at it, and felt that there was liquid flooding in his eyes.
She gritted her teeth and held them all back.
*
When Qu Xi dragged his tired body back home, what he saw was Wu Shuang, who was holding the computer with a little excitement.
"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi!" She couldn't hide the excitement in her heart, so she beckoned Qu Xi to pass, "My novel has signed a contract on Singularity Chinese!" β
Agency?
Qu Xi tilted his head. suddenly remembered that she had asked Wu Shuang to write a novel on the Internet before, but she didn't expect her to put it into practice so quickly.
"What did you write?" Qu Xi slumped on the sofa and looked up at the white swaying ceiling.
"I'll tell you later." Wu Shuang smiled innocently.
Qu Xi heard the coquettish excitement in Wu Shuang's voice, and the boredom in his heart gradually dissipated.
At least in front of the screen and on the Internet, Wu Shuang can start a new life.
The girl who used to cry and jump off the building also regained the meaning of life.
However, another small ......
She closed her eyes, not daring to think again.
After a long time, she spoke very lightly: "Shuangshuang, do you think people will go to heaven after they die?" β
Wu Shuang was still immersed in the world of novel creation, and replied casually and lightly: "It should be." β
"In that heaven...... Isn't it harmless? β
Wu Shuang's head was bowed: "Yes, otherwise why call it heaven?" β
"That's it......" A tear flowed down the corner of his eye, Qu Xi said slowly: "That heaven, what a good place......"
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In the midst of a blur, the weekend passed like this.
Qu Xi sat at the desk with two huge dark circles under her eyes, feeling the attention of everyone.
"Xiaoxi, your new sunglasses are a bit bit." Wu Rui, the glasses man sitting opposite, said with "appreciation" on his face.
ββ¦β¦ Thank you. Qu Xi's face was haggard, and he replied coldly.
"Women should rest well, otherwise their skin will deteriorate!" Mr. Yang from the department walked over and patted Qu Xi heavily on the shoulder.
"Yes, yes, follow President Yang's teachings......" Qu Xi grinned in pain, but there was still a smile on his face.
Damn, when I'm iron?!
The song is depressed.
"But, Mr. Yang, do you know...... What happened to Zhang Xiaohua? Qu Xi raised her head slightly and looked at Yang Yi standing beside her.
Yang Yi's fat figure was stunned, and his eyebrows were raised high: "You don't know, how can I know?" β
Qu Xi nodded clearly - yes, he also went to Zhang Xiaohua's house, and he didn't ask why.
Yang Yi pursed his lips and handed the stack of A4 paper he was holding in his hand to Qu Xi: "Give it to me before you get off work today." β
Qu Xi took it: "Mr. Yang, you ......"
"Come to me after work if you have a problem."
"No, no problem." Qu Xi hurriedly denied it and turned his gaze to the computer screen.
She can't afford to mess with this Buddha.
This Yang Yi is the senior manager of their department, he is fat, and he walks like the ground is shaking. He also has a characteristic, that is, he talks about people when he sees people, talks nonsense when he sees ghosts, and his skills in making rudder when he sees the wind are simply first-class, and he can coax the leader into a daze, but he is very cold and critical of his subordinates.
Qu Xi sighed slightly.
In front of me are dense numbers and tables.
Flitting on the keyboard were her fingers.
Her attention had already flown out the window.
After work, it was the time she made an appointment with Wen Yan.
She looked out the window again.
The gloomy sky, as if a sign of some sin, was about to begin......