After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, a month has passed. Ni Yangzhou has integrated into this world very well.

Meng Ting returned to school on time on Monday, but Jiao Kaifeng had not come yet as he had taken sick leave. I heard that Li Yuan and several other classmates were suspended from school for a week. Ni Yangzhou was not forced to suspend his school because of his outstanding contribution in calling the police.

Of course, the positive impact of recent improved grades is also indispensable.

Meng Ting returned to school and studied normally. He went to the breakfast shop every day to buy breakfast and had it delivered home, and then went to school with Ni Yangzhou who came late.

He did not participate in any activities among classmates at noon or in the evening, and only gave Ni Yangzhou extra lessons on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Zhang Min, He Xing and Pan Dongxue often walk together, and Zhang Min is harassed much less frequently.

And the mysterious man in black never came again.

Unconvinced, Ni Yangzhou approached the security guard, property manager, and owners of nearby shops. However, for fear of alerting the enemy, none of them told him directly and they just tried to test him.

Didn't find any useful information.

Everyone's life is pretty normal.

The only one who seemed to be anxious was Ni Yangzhou.

There is no other reason, the progress of the task has stagnated.

It increased by 49.9% every day until it reached % and has never changed since.

The boy tried hard to get in touch with new classmates every day, met the teacher by chance in the office, and even "ran around" with Jiao Kaifeng who had returned to school. When he got home, he had to wander around the community, looking for suspicious figures.

I'm busy like a top all day long.

The progress of the task is still stuck, and every eight o'clock there is the same sentence that makes my ears calloused:

[Task progress—49.9%.]

[Please continue to work hard, complete the main mission, and get to the end of the story. ]

Finally, after persisting in vain for several weeks, Ni Yangzhou decided to "make the best of it" and did not get up to walk around the community on Saturday morning. Instead, he slept until dawn.

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time, so I didn’t sleep well that night.

In his dream he saw a light.

It was not the kind of light that leads into the gate of heaven, but a thin, sharp light.

It flashes across the retina like an illusion.

The light passed, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked over.

The pupils of those eyes were deep red, and the surrounding areas were like the stamens of a blooming flower, with dense bloodshot veins emanating from them.

When being stared at by those eyes, Ni Yangzhou's whole body became stiff, as if he was under a spell. It was difficult for him to move, breathe, or even make the slightest movement, and he couldn't even shift his gaze.

Slowly, the eyes in the dream closed, and there was a sigh coming from afar.

Ni Yangzhou finally struggled to open his eyes.

Familiar white ceiling, familiar feeling of being watched.

Ni Yangzhou turned his head and saw a figure standing beside the bed. It was Meng Ting, who had been waiting in the breakfast shop for a long time but no one came.

"Hi...Good morning, Teacher Meng."

Ni Yangzhou greeted him, feeling as if it was just as he expected.

Meng Ting lowered her eyes and looked at the boy with only a pair of eyes showing under the quilt.

"How did I get in?"

The boy was complaining in his heart, how did you get in and you asked me...

But his body language was not false, and Ni Yangzhou didn't dare to pull the quilt down.

"Hey, well, you can get in with the key."

Meng Ting's expression was cold, "Aren't you afraid of being perverted?"

"Such a handsome pervert is my blessing."

Ni Yangzhou wanted to appease the boy's anger by saying something sarcastically, but Meng Ting's face became even worse.

"Your blessing, good."

There was even a hint of gnashing of teeth.

"A handsome pervert is fine, right?"

Ni Yangzhou saw that the tone was wrong, so he changed his words and said, "Even handsome ones are not good enough...

Uh, no one.

just you……"

"Only me?"

Ni Yangzhou was confused and didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence. He felt that the atmosphere was not right, especially since he was curled up in the quilt and looking up at the other person.

"You know what I would do?"

Ni Yangzhou was embarrassed. He looked into Meng Ting's eyes, but the light was behind him and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

"So...what would you do?"

The person above suddenly came closer, so close that Ni Yangzhou could clearly count the number of roots of his thick eyelashes.

His breath sprayed on his forehead, and Ni Yangzhou was so nervous that he even wanted to cover Meng Ting's face with the quilt, wrapping that oppressive face into a ball, out of sight, out of mind.

Fortunately, before Ni Yangzhou took action, Meng Ting retreated, returned to his original position, and kept some distance.

……

"do nothing."

Ni Yangzhou put his heart at ease, but at the same time he did not forget to complain secretly.

I believe you.

You, handsome little white-faced boy, are very bad.

"Get up and have breakfast."

The handsome white-faced guy began to urge.

Ni Yangzhou touched his forehead, trying to wipe away the breath that had just been sprayed on it.

"I do not want to eat."

“It’s bad for your stomach.”

"no appetite."

"If you don't eat breakfast, your intestines will automatically digest the food you used to eat..."

"...Okay, I'll eat it."

Ni Yangzhou knew the theory behind it, crawled out like a cricket pupa, went to the table and ate the buns that Meng Ting brought.

"Change the taste next time. I want to eat steamed dumplings."

Ni Yangzhou made a request while sipping soy milk.

After that, she began to reflect on herself, wondering if this was considered as taking advantage of others and asking the male lead to run errands for her.

Meng Ting, who was packing up the garbage bags, did not turn around, but just agreed gently:

"Okay, let's have steamed dumplings tomorrow."

Ni Yangzhou readily threw aside his reflection and continued to suck on the straw with his eyes narrowed.

"What plans does Brother Meng have today?"

The boy also picked up the school uniform that Ni Yangzhou had thrown on the sofa and said, "Go to work, and I'll give you extra lessons in the evening."

Ni Yangzhou finished his steamed bun in a few bites and asked, "What kind of job does Meng do? Can I join him?"

Meng Ting looked at him and thought, why are you acting so coquettishly?

But the answer came out of his mouth immediately: "Model."

"Oh? This guy is so handsome, can I go?"

"Are you short of money?"

It seems like if you are short of money, you will not ask for tuition fees immediately and will not waste money.

Ni Yangzhou said listlessly, "No shortage."

Meng Ting packed up his things, turned around and walked out. When Ni Yangzhou came back after finishing his breakfast and washing his face, he was gone.

After a while, someone came to fix the lock.

Ni Yangzhou squatted on the sofa, his knees against the back of the sofa, his chin supported by his hands, "We really need to change the locks."

Meng Ting paid the locksmith and watched him remove and install the lock in no time at all.

He went to the door and put the old key under the flowerpot into his pocket, then turned around and said something to Ni Yangzhou.

"Ah."

At this time, words are used sparingly.

Ni Yangzhou fumbled with the paper cup with his hands, feeling a little anxious, but still did not refute.

The keys to the new locks were yellow, cool and beautiful. The three new keys were hung on Ni Yangzhou’s cell phone chain.

Meng Ting was going to work, and Ni Yangzhou followed him. In the past few weekends, Meng Ting and I would part at breakfast and meet again at Meng Ting's house for make-up lessons. During the whole day in between, Ni Yangzhou was running around looking for clues.

Today he didn't want to run around like a headless fly, so he decided to expand the protagonist's life line.

The two of them took the bus to the commercial center. There was a conductor on the bus. Ni Yangzhou was not familiar with the people who were punching and taking tickets. The whole time, he was like a child being taken out to play by his parents.

When they arrived at the location, it was the same clothing store owner, but they did not go into the clothing store, but went to the photo studio next door. Ni Yangzhou volunteered, but was politely rejected by the owner.

"Our style is not very suitable for sunny and cheerful young men."

"Okay." Ni Yangzhou was not too sad. With such a great talent in front of him, he was just a green leaf to set off the beautiful one.

The filming process was not easy to watch, so Ni Yangzhou said goodbye and walked around the area, but didn't gain much.

The clothing store is far away from the restaurant previously opened by Pan Dongxue's family. One is a commercial center and the other is a small commercial street in the town.

Not on the same level.

Ni Yangzhou also saw many claw machines and an arcade here.

After walking for a while, they still didn't find any clues. They passed by an electronics city. The boy looked at the old decoration style, went in for a look, and came out with a gift box in his hand.

Feeling bored, Ni Yangzhou went into a milk tea shop diagonally opposite the photo studio.

Thinking of the flaws that he blurted out when he and Meng Ting were still unfamiliar with each other, he felt happy that he had finally made up for the lie.

At that time, milk tea shops still mainly sold instant milk tea. Ni Yangzhou ordered a strawberry flavored milk tea, drank it slowly facing the window, and was grimacing in the sweetness at the first sip.

After a long time, Meng Ting finally came out of the photo studio.

The boy stopped at the door of the photo studio, but did not leave immediately. He looked around and his eyes quickly locked onto Ni Yangzhou in the milk tea shop.

Ni Yangzhou also saw the visitor, paid the bill, and met Meng Ting at the door.

Without waiting for Meng Ting to speak, Ni Yangzhou raised the box in his hand.

"surprise!"

It may sound old-fashioned, but boys really like it.

Meng Ting smiled, which was rare. The curve of his mouth looked very beautiful. He had just taken photos of his clothes with makeup on. The light makeup on his face made him look less distant.

"Thank you."

Meng Ting took the box and found a mobile phone inside.

I accepted it without refusing.

Ni Yangzhou was almost used to the other party's naturalness and leisurely reported a string of numbers.

“This is your phone number.”

Meng Ting nodded, not seeming to care much, and just asked:

"And yours?"

Ni Yangzhou reported it obediently, Meng Ting installed the mobile phone card that the boy had thoughtfully prepared for her, and called.

Ni Yangzhou took out his buzzing cell phone from his pocket and was about to add his name to the note.

The real owner was right beside him, only one step away from him. Ni Yangzhou had the illusion that the other party would see whatever he typed.

Finally, he typed two words in a serious manner: Meng Ting.

Meng Ting pursed his lips inconspicuously.

Before returning home, the two took a detour to the vegetable market.

It is called a vegetable market, but in fact it is just a street with many vegetable vendors gathered on both sides. Some of them have vegetables grown at home in front of them, and the roots of the vegetables still have soil on them, which look very fresh.

Meng Ting took the uninformed Ni Yangzhou for a walk, bought him a piece of brown sugar rice cake to fill his stomach, and cut some pork tenderloin, and then the two of them strolled back home.

"Brother Meng wants to cook?"

Meng Ting nodded and entered the small shed on the west side of the yard, which was a simple kitchen.

Ni Yangzhou had never noticed it before, but when he saw it, he remembered to ask, "Brother Meng, how do you eat every day?"

Meng Tingyan didn't get the point straight, "Eat with your mouth."

……

"I mean, you don't eat at school, and looking at the kitchen at home, you don't cook very often. What do you eat every day?"

The boy didn't look back and continued to wash the pots and pans under the faucet.

"Don't eat."

Ni Yangzhou rolled his eyes silently toward the sky.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Meng Ting walked into the shed with the washed vegetables, then came out and got a small wooden bench so that Ni Yangzhou could sit down and chat.

"I don't cook. I just eat whatever I bought on the way home."

Ni Yangzhou sat up straight, "Eat it raw?"

Meng Ting didn't reply and agreed.

"Then you are really lazy."

While cutting potato shreds, Meng Ting turned around and glanced at Ni Yangzhou who was sitting still.

"…But still not as lazy as me, hehe."

Ni Yangzhou just went along with it, watching idly as the boys cut and cooked the vegetables skillfully and without delay. While he was cutting here, the vegetables that needed to be blanched were already put into the pot there, a veteran's multi-threading style.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. I have to study and walk to and from school every day, and work a part-time job on weekends. If I were alone, I would also be too lazy to cook.

"Um, do you want to ask Auntie to get up and eat?"

Ni Yangzhou asked, holding his cheek.

Meng Ting just happened to bring over a plate of stir-fried potatoes with meat, and took Ni Yangzhou into the cross room and put the fragrant dish on the table.

"Need not."

Ni Yangzhou was still puzzled, "Auntie, aren't you hungry?"

Meng Ting didn't seem to want to say more and replied, "My mother doesn't need to eat."

The boy sat upright and looked at the dishes in front of him. There was only enough for two people.

I finally asked what I had been holding back, "Why?"

Meng Ting didn't answer, but just glanced at him and continued to cook in the shed.

Violation of privacy? Or, is the key clue actually with the mother?

Ni Yangzhou looked up, stared at the small lock on the door and thought, there is no need to go out. He has a mental illness. I have never heard any yelling, and even when I came, there was no cough or word.

Vegetative state? Or brain dead? Living on nutrient solution, so no need to eat?

Every time Ni Yangzhou came to the Meng family, he almost always went in and out with Meng Ting, and he almost never had a chance to be alone.

The house on the east side has always been locked. The windows are made of glass, but they are not transparent at all. There is probably a dark curtain in the house. Looking inside from the yard, it looks gray.

or……

Ni Yangzhou began to think divergently, maybe it was a tablet?

wrong.

If it was a tablet, why would I have to run so far to buy breakfast every day?

Oh……

Can be used for worship.

Ni Yangzhou stared at the shredded potatoes with a vinegar aroma and recalled what Meng Ting said in the breakfast shop.

"There's someone at home waiting for breakfast."

A bit reminded me of goosebumps.

At this time, there was another sound of a wild cat's cry outside. Ni Yangzhou stopped sitting there and thinking about it. He stood up and walked to the door of the east room.

The small lock on the door was fastened tightly, but it was not closed tightly from top to bottom, left to right, and there was no gap.

Ni Yangzhou looked outside the yard and saw Meng Ting was probably cooking.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door of the east room three times.

"Dong dong dong."

There was no answer from inside, and Ni Yangzhou couldn't help but put his ear to the door.

It was quiet, without any sound.

"Aunt?"

"I am Meng Ting's friend."

……

"Aunt?"

No sound.

The words he spoke were like stones thrown into a deep pond. Apart from the slight vibration in his chest, there was no ripple at all.

"What are you doing?"

A slightly cold voice came from behind.