[Shanlan]: Your body has been eroded in the red mist, in a foreign land, pollution is power, therefore, your body also surpasses ordinary humans to a certain extent, under normal circumstances, those body organs and tissues will have their own will or expand and reproduce without limit, but you seem to have some special power that restricts them.

Looking at the large string of words typed out by [Shanlan], Qiao Du pondered, I am afraid that it is not really because of the influence of [Dating Manual].

Because this thing can only make friends with things with will, the difference is only that a rational being will treat Qiao Dui as a good friend, while a non-rational existence will only want to be close to Qiao Du and become one with him.

Therefore, after his body was eroded by the red mist, he had his own consciousness and became the object of influence of the [Dating Handbook], which was considered a mistake.

The original [Dating Handbook] had little effect on those who were heavily contaminated.

But because Qiao Dui's own body was seriously polluted, even the pollution effect of the [Dating Manual] became stronger, so he stepped on his left foot and his right foot, and was able to survive in the red mist.

"Wouldn't I be able to sleep and study at the same time?"

Qiao Du thought it was amazing.

My body has grown up and I can do things independently.

He was very pleased.

[Shanlan]: In any case, you still need to be careful.

[Dusk]: Thank you!

Qiao Du sincerely thanked him, he felt that this [Shanlan] person was also very good, he said so many words to himself when he met for the first time, and patiently answered.

Thinking of this, in the field of vision, bright red words appeared like blood.

[He is not as simple as it seems on the surface, this guy's inner thoughts are far beyond your imagination, and you will never have the day when you fully understand him!] 】

[Scarlet Sakura]: Speaking of which, [Dusk] just came back from the old city, [Shanlan] don't you want to ask anything, after all, you are a native of the old city.

The playful and lively text has another topic, and it seems that in front of her, this [Guide to the World] will never be cold.

[Shanlan]: I know the situation in the old city very well.

The upright and meticulous writing doesn't make me too curious about Jo Twilight's journey.

[Shanlan]: Besides, he experienced the red mist, which shows that the old city at that time was no different from what I remembered.

[Scarlet Sakura]: Well, you're always like that.

The two seem to be on the same page.

Seeing this, Qiao Du said hello to the two of them and prepared to leave the editorial office.

[Dusk]: Then I'll leave beforehand, and you can talk slowly.

[Scarlet Sakura]: No problem, whenever and wherever you want to talk to someone, we are here.

The playful and lively words faded away.

Joe closed the gray notebook.

Feeling the noise in his body, Qiao Twilight knew that it was his stomach protesting that he was hungry.

"Hungry!"

The stomach pouch made a sound.

"Let's go, let's go have a good meal."

Qiao Du felt a pity.

Because he was thrown directly on the street by Xia Yi when he was in his hometown, he couldn't attend the banquet and ate a lot.

In the end, if I hadn't brought back two lotus cakes, I would have an empty stomach.

When I went downstairs, the night in Jiangcheng had already fallen.

The CBD next door is still brightly lit, and I don't know how many migrant workers have to work overtime until late at night here.

Qiao Duan walked in the direction of Su Hong's house and slipped into a small shop, which mainly sells local dishes in Jiangcheng, such as pork rib rice cakes, spicy meat noodles, scallion oil noodles and the like, thick oil red sauce, of course, because there are a lot of workers here, so it also integrates the tastes of various places, such as shredded green pepper pork, kung pao chicken, cumin mutton.

It's just time for dinner now, and the store is almost full, but fortunately, Qiao Du is alone and can make do with others to share a table.

The other three people at the table seemed to know each other, in suits and leather shoes, like insurance salesmen.

Qiao Du sat down and glanced at the price list hanging on the wall.

Fourteen pieces of rice are served as vegetarian rice, from 10 pieces of noodles, and 16 pieces of rice with meat are topped.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Du asked her stomach, after all, no one knew better than it when she was eating this piece.

Hearing his words, the little brother sitting next to Qiao Du looked up suspiciously from the short video on his mobile phone and looked at him.

Originally, this little brother thought that Qiao Du was two people, and he was asking for the opinion of his companion, but when he looked closely, he found that Qiao Du came alone.

Talk to oneself?

"Oh, it was too spicy last time, this time it's light? The cumin mutton is very light! ”

Qiao Du said as if muttering to herself, waving her hand again.

"Boss, I want a cumin mutton rice bowl."

After ordering, Qiao Du continued to speak.

"I really like this cumin mutton, especially the green onions inside, which are very sweet."

The little brother sitting next to him couldn't help but glance at Qiao Du again.

At this moment, a white mist of cigarettes drifted from behind them, and one of the two people at the next table at the door had almost eaten, so he lit a cigarette and took a sharp puff.

The boss was busy making food, and he didn't notice this, several people in the store showed a displeased look, but no one stopped him, in modern society, many people endure this kind of thing, and it's a big deal to finish it quickly.

The little guy in the suit also frowned and glanced back.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Du suddenly stood up, he came to the person who was smoking, and spoke without hesitation.

"Don't smoke indoors, my lungs just said it was uncomfortable to smell smoke."

"Huh?"

The smoker was stunned for a moment, thinking that Qiao Dui's statement was a little funny.

"It's okay, you can't hear it, but he also said that your lungs are dying, and it's better to go to the hospital and smoke less."

Qiao Du suggested very sincerely.

The smoker gave Qiao Du a blank look, but he also noticed the sight of the other people in the store, he took the cigarette butt from his mouth, said to the man who came with him to wait for him outside, and walked out of the restaurant in a gloomy manner.

Qiao Du sat back.

The little brother next door couldn't help but be a little impressed by Qiao Dui.

"Hey, you've heard, the boss on the sixteenth floor seems to have run away."

At this time, the little brother's colleague swiped the workplace spit software on his mobile phone and suddenly said.

"Running away again? It seems like a lot of bosses have been running away lately. ”

Another colleague chimed in.

"In the end, it's not us workers who will suffer."

The colleague who was swiping the workplace spit software said, and at the same time handed over the phone and glanced at the little brother next to Qiao Dui.

Qiao Du also glanced at it curiously, and found that it was a photo of a man in his forties, which should be the boss who ran away.

He was silent, and only when the cumin mutton rice was topped and the three people next door had finished eating and were about to get up to leave, did he suddenly speak.

"I've just seen this boss."

The three of them looked at Qiao Du strangely, puzzled, and had a curiosity to eat melons.

"Where did you see that?"

The person who first brushed the workplace spit software asked.

"Right at the door."

Qiao Du pointed out the door, an old street lamp that had been lit.

"It's hanging on the streetlight."

The three of them were suddenly startled and hurriedly looked over.

But under the dim street lamp, which has a history of more than ten years, there is nothing.

"Don't be scary."

One of them complained, and the three of them left in a hurry, preparing to go back to the company to work overtime, only the little brother who was sitting next to Qiao Du before turned around and confirmed the empty street lamp.

Qiao Du ate cumin mutton rice bowl.

returned to Su Hong's old and broken school.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that the light was on, and Su Hong was sitting at the table, typing on the keyboard.

"Tsk, you're back."

"I hear you."

Su Hong twitched the corners of her mouth, she hadn't come back for a few days, and Qiao Duan seemed to treat this place as her own house.

"By the way, organize a movie tomorrow, don't oversleep."

He said again.

"Yay!"

Qiao Du couldn't help but clench her fists, she didn't expect that in addition to surfing the Internet, this job also had free movies to watch.

"What kind of movie is it?"

Asking, Qiao Du wanted to look at the evaluation on the Internet in advance, so as to be mentally prepared.

"It was filmed by Lubyanka Entertainment, called "Chernobyl."

Su Hong replied casually.

(End of chapter)