If you can't stay in the mirror world, you can only stay in the real world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, for this level of "pet", I still don't know which government department to go to apply for a feeding license; Not to mention swaggering on the street with such a big spider. I'm afraid it's Uncle Yu and them, it's not easy to get it.

And my ghost cage, although there is enough space, but there are a lot of "food" in it, including the fourth uncle and grandfather who turned into wood, what if it is secretly eaten.

Is it possible to put it back in that transformable box?

I was struggling when the giant spider jumped up, and then, like a deflated balloon, rapidly grew in size and flew towards me.

It all happened so fast. Before I could see the process, the spider had jumped onto the back of my left hand and turned into a "tattoo" the size of a ping-pong ball.

It was quite clever and chose a suitable "shelter" for itself.

I lightly touched the "spider tattoo" with my right hand, the bumps are distinct, and the feel is also good, and it is really good.

It's just that this place is a little too conspicuous, so it's better to move it to your shoulders!

As soon as I finished sending the spider a "reminder", the guy crawled up my arm, clinging to the top of my skin. It may not feel creepy, but I admit that I had goosebumps all over my body.

It was a spider after all, a spider that could eat anything.

The matter here is over for the time being, and I asked Mr. Gai what the next arrangements are.

Bu Tian's current "mental condition" is not very good, and it is okay to stay in the mirror world, but it is not suitable to return to Zhou Papi's side. A hidden master can boost our morale more than a nervous old man. There are still a lot of tough battles to be fought in the future, but you can't mess up your own position first.

Gedi agreed with me and decided to send me back alone. In addition, he specially told me that when Eguchi Shinsuke is almost recovered, he will quickly send the puppet undercover agent over.

Then, there are no other arrangements.

Really, this arrangement has no novelty at all, and it does not reflect the wisdom of his old man at all.

Zhao Ya also wants to return to the real world, but not on the same path as me. She had to bring the potion back first, and then come back with a different identity. I asked her if Uncle Yu was going to send more people. As a result, she told me with a smile that a good child like her only knows how to conscientiously carry out Uncle Yu's orders, and will never ask about things that should not be asked.

Not only did she refuse to answer, but she also said that I was not good.

It's true, not speculative for more than half a sentence.

I didn't bother to take care of her anymore, so I asked Niu to send me directly back to KFC next to the Hilton Hotel, and find a "door" from there to return to the real world. I also wanted to go to the second floor of KFC. Although the barrier and related traces over there may have been erased before Ohnohime left, and the information value is not much, I just want to go over and take a look.

This is a reason that even I can't figure out myself, and the two people who eavesdropped on me don't understand it, but they always feel that I have something else. So before I stepped through the mirror door, they all took a special look at the real world outside the mirror.

Unfortunately, they don't see why.

The KFC in the real world has returned to normal business and has a lot of customers. For these people, since the riots that occurred before have been settled, they are the disasters of others who are far away, and they will no longer affect their daily lives, at most as a topic of conversation after dinner.

I bought something to eat and went to the second floor with a plate, only to find that although there were not many people, the seats were all occupied. Moreover, it seems that these people are specially here to occupy the seats, they don't order anything, just a group of seats by themselves, and those chairs that are convenient for movement are also shared.

The city of Beijing is too big, and strange things happen every day, and it is not uncommon to encounter them.

I hesitated, walked straight to the table where Ji Yu was sitting before, put the dinner plate on it, and prepared to squeeze a seat cheekily and sit first.

We are not afraid to be reasonable, and it is okay to pretend to be confused, but if it doesn't work, we will use money to smash them away.

Occupying a seat here was an old lady who looked to be seventy or eighty years old, with a wooden dragon head cane in her hand. She was at first a little surprised to see me grab a seat so "unruly", and then she started a fire, picked up her crutches, and struck the table and in front of me.

It seems that she knows that she is too old to have the upper hand in arguing with me, so she directly used the "knocking" tactic of "knocking on the side".

But just this little bit of movement she made, how could it affect me, who was already thick-skinned. It's not like I'm on a rickety bus and I need to give up a seat for the elderly, I'm just taking a temporary seat where no one sits.

The most important thing is that even in China, "occupying a seat" is just an unspoken rule that is tacitly accepted, not protected by law and morality at all, and is not suitable for brazenly taking it out against others.

So, I sat more steadily, and even shook my legs to the sound of the old lady's rather rhythmic percussions.

The people around began to "coax", everyone picked up a small object of their own, knocked it on their own table, or slowly knocked it up, like a group of beggars in Jin Yong's martial arts singing lotus falling.

Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't tell anything from the voice, so I had to assume that they were a bunch of psychopaths. As I busily ate my fries dipped in ketchup, I gently kicked the table and chair in front of me with my foot, only to find that they were all fixed seats.

They were tapping faster and faster, and at last I got tired of listening to them, and I no longer had the appetite to leave. But before I could lift my buttocks, there was a slight tremor on my left shoulder, and the spider crawled down my arm, wondering if something had caught its attention.

But I couldn't let it come out and scare the people, so I tried to order it to stop, at least not to run outside the clothes. The spider understood, and stopped at my cuff without going against me again.

It's just that although it no longer goes out, it is restless, and it keeps spinning on my wrist. I'm so worried that it won't be able to bite me. The injury and poisoning are small, and it is embarrassing to be bitten by a pet that you raise.

Fortunately, I had already planned to leave, and from the perspective of self-explanation, I was not bombarded by this group of neurotics.

But this time, I couldn't stand up.

My ass was heavy with lead, and my legs seemed to be powerless. (To be continued.) )