Ou Lei's place is not far from the Sheriff's Office, cross the police street to Second Avenue and turn right, until you walk to Youth Street, which belongs to the old town, and this area is almost all rentals.

Ou Lei's house is two floors, but he lives in a basement, half of which has windows on the sidewalk, but fortunately it is hollowed out so that it does not stick to the street.

After going down the stairs in the dark, he took out the key to open the low wooden door in front of him, and a cat meowed behind him, listening to the sound that this was the stray cat Lulu he had been feeding, he waved his hand and muttered, "I don't have anything to eat today." ”

Lulu is a cow cat with a sturdy build, and after barking twice and finding no response, she stops and crouches in front of his windowsill, and Ole wearily pushes open the door and walks in, turning on the light switch.

The room was a one-bedroom apartment, the hall was messy, like his life, he looked away, quickly removed his clothes, walked into the bathroom, washed a handful and wrapped a towel into the bedroom, the bedroom was smaller, the small one could only fit a single bed and a simple cabinet.

He turned off the light and quickly went to bed, and as a migrant worker working in the port, he could sleep for another two hours.

In his sleep, he met the lady he had met again at night, and she asked him to come to the ghost alley of Coolie Street early in the morning to find her, and he agreed without hesitation.

He woke up at half past six punctually, and a clear thought came to his mind, to go find her.

After a brief wash, he changed into his most modest shirt, trousers and boots, found an old hat, patted it on the dust, and put it on his head.

For the first time, he didn't go to the port, but went in the opposite direction, turning right from Youth Street into Third Avenue.

Coolie Street is just southeast of Third Avenue and is about a twenty-minute walk.

Early in the morning, Akiri buys wheat flour, eggs, and jam made by the locals at the market.

After buying things, she walked along the coolie street to the ghost alley, she looked at the mouth of the alley that was swallowed by the wild grass, the name of the ghost alley is well deserved, and now there are indeed two "ghosts" living in it.

On both sides of the street, there are shacks and low bungalows, as the name suggests, almost all the people here do hard work, and the north side of the street is the vegetable market along the street, and the business is very good.

Qiu Li is afraid of getting into trouble, and since there is a person here who looks similar to herself, it is more appropriate for her to change her appearance.

She could still see some of her original appearance at the moment, her hair was brown at the back of her head, her eyes were lighter brown, her nose was high, her eye sockets were sunken, and she walked with the locals, and she no longer recognized her as a foreigner.

The "hijab change" prop is really easy to use.

With no one around, she reached out and grabbed a silver wire and quickly pulled it back to the front of the building.

The first thing I do when I come back is to put back the props first, after all, there are not many chips, so I save them.

The brood-arm boy wandering in the hall greeted her with a smile and floated to the other side, as if on patrol, Akiri looked at the clean ground and was very satisfied with the performance of the new employee.

There was an induction cooker in the pantry on the third floor, the kitchen utensils were basically complete, Akiri made two simple breakfasts, the pancakes were smeared with jam, served with coffee, and made a pot of tea for the red ghost alone, of course, the tea was taken from her office.

The tables in the waiting room have been replaced by dining tables, and there are bright windows on both sides, which are commanding and offer a clear view of the surrounding scenery.

She ate her share of breakfast, thinking as she ate.

Before meeting Ole, she originally wanted to be a witch hunter, but now she has changed her mind and she wants to open a restaurant.

If you say that the most enlightening place to listen to the news, there is no place to eat and drink.

Western food, Qiu Li thinks she should be able to handle it, and besides, she doesn't have to do it herself, just recruit two chefs.

There is also a lot of gold in the "carry-on food box", and if it is sold, it is a large amount of money.

After eating breakfast, the red ghost hadn't woken up yet, she took out the "wordless book", and the little turtle also released it, and began to copy the article, and when she copied two thousand words, the red ghost finally came out with a sigh.

As soon as the little turtle saw her, she immediately hid in Akiri's heels and shivered.

The "wordless book" was full of ink and returned to Zhihai without saying a word.

Akiri filled the little turtle with ink and threw it into her basin and put it in the duty room.

After the red ghost finished washing, he slowly walked to the table with his slippers in his slippers, and began to eat breakfast slowly.

Akiri is very curious about the doppelganger, could it be, similar to the second personality of human research? So if the doppelganger returns, will she still exist?

Qiu Li's eyes burned, and the red ghost glanced at her and asked, "Do you have something to say?" ”

"Do you want to go back to the Red Oni?"

Akiri asked.

"Think, we were originally one person, think about it, I broke your legs, do you want your legs to go back to your body?" The red ghost said as he took a hard bite of the pancake.

This metaphor is really special, but even if you don't want your leg back, you have to get your leg back.

Akiri took a sip of coffee and found the logo of the puppet in the sea and gave back.

He's already on his way.

It's quite efficient.

The window opened, and the fresh air poured in from the outdoors, and Akiri felt a rare sense of comfort.

Compared to being in a dungeon world in crisis all the time, this place is like a paradise specially created for yourself.

Akiri took another sip of coffee and took out the silver coin she had taken from Ou Lei, comparing it with the one in her hand.

Except for the different patterns, there is almost no difference in size and weight.

Then it seems that it should be his own silver coin pattern that attracted Ou Lei's attention.

Qiu Li had a strange idea, could it be that there were other people who had been in the dungeon who had been here? Or is this also a dungeon world, but it doesn't belong to its own game jurisdiction?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy Qiu Li felt, she put away the silver coin, looked out the window, and was in a daze.

Half an hour later, Ou Lei finally found the ghost alley, he looked at the waist-high weeds in front of him, and for a moment he wondered why he had come here, but this doubt quickly disappeared, and he carefully walked through the wild grass and walked down the alley.

Not long after, he saw a large open space, and in the open space there were impressive white buildings.

The building was built in great style, and the floor-to-ceiling glass downstairs was taller and brighter than what he had seen in the church.

There was a notice posted on the door, in a strange font, but he read it.

He pushed open the door and walked up the hallway.

The red ghost left the dining table and went back to his office for tea, and Ou Lei's figure appeared from the entrance of the stairway.

"Sit, have you eaten?" Akiri asked.

"Nope." Ou Lei couldn't help but lick his upper lip as he smelled the aroma of coffee in the air, and soon a cup of coffee and an omelette were pushed in front of him.

"Let's talk while we eat." Akiri said pleasantly.

She had too many questions to figure out, but she wasn't in a hurry.

The man opposite was not rude when eating, but with a bit of elegance.

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