Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It is estimated that when the next pot is ready, it will be time for dinner.

No wonder I sat there feeling upset.

Zhao Ke took a look, and the little girl beside him had already finished eating in the time it took to speak.

Although the food in the lunch box has not been touched, Zhao Ke can tell that the food has changed its taste.

Seeing that Zhongfen was full of resentment, Zhao Ke felt happy: "Okay, then I will leave it to the benefactor."

After Zhao Ke said this, he put the lunch box in front of the other party.

There is no taboo to split your head in the middle, pat the little red book on your chest, and after silently reading a contemporary characteristic slogan, you grab the chopsticks and pull them into your mouth.

Zhao Ke sat on the side, opened a gap in the glass next to him, let the cold wind blow on his face, squinted his eyes and quietly watched the middle part eat with big mouthfuls.

I couldn't help thinking about it, feeling that since I became a monk, I have become more and more like a monk.

"Well, could it be that I'm too involved in the drama?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke immediately shook his head, to get rid of this thought, and just put on a show, since he is unclean, he should be a hairy monk.

Besides, even if I really want to become a monk, my wife will grab me into the coffin every now and then, and hand in a wave of public rations.

"vomit!"

Just as Zhao Ke was thinking about it, he saw that the middle-aged man who had just eaten a few mouthfuls of food suddenly sprawled on the ground and vomited.

That taste... sour and spicy eyes.

In an instant, everyone in the carriage couldn't help frowning.

He looked at the split head with a look of disgust.

The little girl's father was also stimulated by this smell, and he was stunned, and his erratic consciousness suddenly woke up.

It's just that after waking up, it's not the middle parted head looking at the back.

Instead, he subconsciously grabbed the package in his arms, reached out and groped in the package for a while, and the tense expression on his face suddenly eased a lot.

Holding the package tightly in his arms, he didn't speak, and kept his head down.

"Hey, what did you do?"

Seeing this, Wang Mazi couldn't help asking Zhao Ke in a low voice.

He couldn't see the little girl, but he could vaguely feel that there was a cold aura in the little girl's position, as if the car window over there was not closed.

Walking from there, I feel the cold wind blowing on my buttocks, making it chilly.

Zhao Ke didn't explain, just shook his head, saying that this matter has nothing to do with me.

Looking back at the little girl, she found that the little girl hiding in her father's arms was showing her cute canine teeth and smiling mischievously towards Zhao Ke.

Although Zhao Ke kept a smile on his face, he was not in a very happy mood.

Ordinary meals after the offering are always not very good in taste, but they are not enough to make people vomit.

But this little girl was different. She had a heavy yin energy, and there was still a strong resentment left on the food she had eaten.

I am afraid that when he died, he suffered a lot of torture and died in vain.

I am not a sentimental person.

It's just that when I see the little girl, I can't help but think about what happened in the orphanage.

The middle parted head in the back seemed to have finished throwing up too, and pushed away the boxed lunch on the table with a look of disgust, feeling like he had never eaten such an unpalatable thing in his life.

After vomiting, Zhong took a sip of hot water and opened the window, but he felt his stomach growling and he was even more hungry.

At this moment, behind the middle part of the head, a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

As soon as he turned around, he saw an elderly man sitting behind him, holding a pancake for him.

"Young man, it's not enough to just be hungry. Let's have a pancake. It doesn't taste very good, but my daughter made it herself."

"Oh! Thank you, thank you sir."

After receiving the pancakes, a smile appeared on the face of the middle-parted head, but he was very confused and muttered in his heart: "Strange, when did an old man sit behind me?"

"Cough cough!"

The man with glasses on the side coughed twice, looked at the middle part and said: "You just ate dirty and vomited so much, it's better not to eat and drink more hot water."

It's just that the man with glasses parted his head and curled his lips: "Whatever it is, people are like iron rice or steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will get hungry."

While saying this, they separately glanced at the pancakes in their hands, saw that there were still some ashes on the pancakes, and didn't care, so they blew a few times and stuffed them into their mouths.

Just biting down, the brows of the middle parted head could not help but knit into a ball.

There is no taste, just the texture in the mouth, it feels like chewing paper.

"Young man, eat slowly, it's not enough for me."

The care of the old man at the back, splitting his head in the middle is too embarrassing to spit it out again.

Nodding his head, he stiffened his neck and swallowed it into his mouth.

At this moment, the light outside suddenly dimmed.

It was the train that went into the tunnel.

The tunnel looks quite long. The tunnels of this era are naturally not as advanced as they are in reality.

It was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, only a few tile lamps in the carriage barely illuminated the carriage.

People didn't care.

Parting his head and glanced at the outside, he couldn't help shrinking his neck, only felt that the outside was a dark hole, which always looked weird.

Looking out of the window, he casually put the pancake in his hand into his mouth.

Just put your hands up.

The middle split suddenly froze, and stared straight at the window.

No!To be precise, he was staring at his own shadow on the window.

In the shadow, what I was holding in my hand was not a pancake, but a stack of thick white paper balls!