Chapter 100 Only dreams are beautiful(1/2)
If possible, I would like to become a cat.
The next day, in a convenience store on Xiahe Street.
Jiang Sheng was sitting by the window of the rest area, thinking about his past.
He was holding a glass of hot milk in his hand, and the straw that was inserted into it was still stained with some water.
But what I want is not such a life.
Yes, who would have imagined it.
After he really turned into a cat, he would encounter so many accidents.
Stirring the root of the straw meaninglessly, Jiang Sheng stared at the street outside the window.
It's sunny and windy there, and passers-by are smiling.
For a moment, Jiang Sheng suddenly felt.
The continuous rain that I brought here in order to hide in the past may also be called an evil deed.
I can't calm down...
He lowered his head and looked at the milk that had been stirred into layers of ripples.
Jiang Sheng's eyes were still drooping tiredly and lifelessly.
Can't calm down at all.
Bai Jie, why do you want to put such power into my hands?
What Jiang Sheng didn't know was that perhaps it was precisely because it couldn't accept this power with peace of mind that it was more suitable to be its successor.
Because for it now, the conditions and process of obtaining power are already too simple.
It just needs to keep asking.
As long as it is eager and greedy enough, no one can block its path.
But Jiang Sheng just wants to live indifferently.
It just found the cat that died after its mother died.
That’s why I thought about becoming a similarly indifferent cat and starting over.
No words, no sadness, just pass by silently and accompany you casually.
Just like Jiang Sheng's biggest regret in his previous life.
I couldn't spend enough time with the person who raised "him".
Cat, why can it be so indifferent?
Just like the wild cat raised by "his" mother.
He came coldly and left coldly, not willing to stay for a moment longer.
It would be great if I could be as indifferent as that.
Jiang Sheng thought, the milk stirring in his hand had cooled down, but his mood was still cloudy.
The waiter in the convenience store was sleeping. Jiang Sheng hypnotized him and rejected subsequent customers with the door sign indicating rest.
Until a group of people pushed the door open and walked in.
They are operators of the Psychic Management Office.
Based on the light blue spiritual power in their bodies, Jiang Sheng was able to confirm this.
"Well……"
This time, the Psionics Management Office sent a total of five people to contact Jiang Sheng.
But as soon as they entered the convenience store, four people stood there with difficulty breathing because they could not bear the disaster Jiang Sheng unleashed.
Yes, Jiang Sheng prepared a showdown for the people in the Psychic Management Office.
An old-fashioned trick, but it works.
But at this time, there was nothing but the seat where the convenience store clerk slept.
The small convenience store has been completely occupied by a large number of disasters.
The shelves were shaking continuously, various electrical appliances were malfunctioning, the lights were flickering, and the air was cold.
It was almost like it was haunted in broad daylight.
And for the visiting spiritual practitioners.
What they saw was another even more terrifying scene. The disaster was so thick that it could almost drip water, and it was currently entrenched in a space of less than 60 square meters.
It was dark all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.
If there is thick smoke billowing, fog will appear.
I saw blurry figures pacing back and forth all around.
I could hear the melodious cries coming and going in the distance.
It seemed as if someone was tempting them, as if someone was smiling and gesturing.
Come on, come on, come to us.
Join us and give up the struggle.
…
I looked back and saw that the regular team members were already struggling.
The captain of the Psychic Management Office sighed.
"You guys, go to the door and wait."
He knew that if he went any further, the lives of these people might be in danger.
The team members who heard the sound suddenly woke up and then fled out of the store as if running away.
This is not to blame for their timidity, but the disaster in front of them has indeed exceeded the normal threshold.
All the instruments on the waists of the five people exploded.
You know, that is an instrument used to detect evil spirits.
But yes.
After all, there are two resentful spirits entangled in this convenience store at the moment.
"Ah (what are you having for dinner)?"
"Hi, si (how about braised chicken noodles with mushrooms)?"
"Ah, ah (Hey, when can we have something good to eat)."
"Hiss, hiss (in our day, it was good to have something to eat)."
…
"Hello, I am the 17th manager of the Psychic Management Office. You can call me Bai Guanji."
When the captain of the psychic energy management office walked to Jiang Sheng's side and behind.
This middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life spoke first.
His voice is very calm, giving people a sense of calm.
At the same time, the man looked at the young man in front of him.
The expression on his face is also quite complicated.
"Bai Guanji?" Jiang Sheng did not look back, but slowly repeated the name.
Then, the man answered in the affirmative.
"Yes, I am Bai Jie's adoptive father."
As he spoke, Bai Guanji set off.
He sat in a seat not too far away from Jiang Sheng: "I heard from the information Manyang told me that you can now look like Xiaojie. It seems he didn't lie to us."
"..."
Jiang Sheng was silent for a while, then drank half a mouthful of milk.
"I'm sorry I ate your baby."
Beside the window, in the dark and small space, there is a sunny scenery outside.
"No need to apologize."
After a brief gesture, and seeing that Jiang Sheng didn't pay much attention, Bai Guanji lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself.
"Since you have embarked on this path, you must be mentally prepared to die without a body intact. And, from the current point of view, his choice is not wrong. You are a person who knows how to restrain yourself."
"Human?" Jiang Sheng seemed a little surprised, surprised by the man's address to him.
To be continued...