The Sims: Heartbroken

It is impossible to have nothing to do, at most it is because there are too many things you want to do and you don't know what to do.

Yang Li looked at the door for a long time.

"I have nothing left to miss."

He shrugged.

"The only regret is that I didn't read all the books... I suddenly found that after I went out, I didn't have unlimited time to spend on those interesting stories..." He looked around again, "But whatever you want."

"I'm ready."

Charles looked into Yang Li's eyes.

He stretched his arms, leaned against the sofa in a relaxed manner, then put his index finger and middle finger together and placed them on his forehead.

"It's very close."

Charles licked his lips and said this in an inexplicable way.

For some reason, Ghost could see a kind of vigor on his face... as if he was ten years younger.

"Guess what? As we get older, it becomes more difficult." Charles closed his eyes. In his feeling—in the black and white world, only ghosts have color.

Warm orange.

That beautiful and unreal feeling became clearer and clearer, and Charles controlled himself to relax and touch this light-he felt as if he was being ignited.

A long-lost sense of love blossoms.

There is nothing wrong with the ghost's feeling - standing here, thinking about a relationship that I haven't thought about for a long time... It seems to be back in the past.

The sound of the door lock is a breeze.

Charles disappeared from the room in an instant - many things disappeared from the room.

Including the door and the enchantment that blocked him for a long time.

Ghost took the first step without hesitation.

——He lowered his head and looked at his legs curiously.

Outside the door is the "retro" street.

The image reflected in the transparent glass——

Quiet eyes, slightly smiling lips, and slightly curled hair.

……colorful.

And behind him...it looks like an ordinary house, even the wall paint is ordinary white.

The mirror at the door also reflected his figure for the first time.

The European, in a beige overcoat, is flexing his feet.

"...better than I imagined."

He goes to the new world.

Spencer Reed saw that man at the corner of the college.

The man was leaning against the wall, looking over here.

...The vigilance of the FBI made him look away for a moment, pursed his lips, and then suddenly realized that in the FBI academy, which is equivalent to the place with the highest concentration of agents, there should be no serial killers picking their prey here .

He glanced around the corner again.

The man winked at him, then smiled.

"...Is there anything I can do for you?"

Red kept a safe distance.

Generally speaking, he is not the kind of person who would speak first, but this person's behavior is too strange... and everyone even ignores it even more strangely.

"Oh thanks, I think I need some help."

Repeated the question, with some body language...he was lying.

"Excuse me, are there any cats around here?"

"..."

He wasn't quite sure if the man was mentally normal.

... looking for cats in the FBI's stronghold?

"This question may be very strange, but, oh, I just can't wait." The strange man stood out from the corner, obviously tall and tall, but he looked unexpectedly non-threatening, "I have to..."

"There are no cats here, and I can give you directions to the pet shelter if you need it."

"Well, I might be stuck here."

"……what?"

"There are too many people." The weirdo smiled wryly, took off his hat, and nodded politely, "I can't adapt."

Crowd phobia?Rhett nodded in understanding - he almost subconsciously profiled everything about this passer-by - the clothes fit but not trendy, he should be a rich kid who is used to staying at home, good upbringing and some unfashionable etiquette... Maybe a lost nobleman.

"Do you need me to contact you?"

"Thank you very much if you can, Charles Xavier, I don't know how to contact..."

This familiar name made Rhett pause for a moment.

Dove mutant leader.

He himself has no opinion on mutants - many conflicts between humans come from various prejudices against minorities. As an FBI agent who has been up and down in these dark sides for many years, he certainly does not discriminate against any race .

The call was quickly connected.

"Yes, I'm Yang Li, I'm here."

The weirdo pursed his lips and smiled.

"No, I won't be looking for it for a while... I don't want to look for anything but cats... And, until you calm down, I don't think we can meet for a while... Please, you know something is wrong with you..."

Taking someone else's phone is a bit of a bad idea.

Even though the young man in front of him neither asked why he didn't have his own mobile phone nor showed any impatience, Yang Li hung up the phone quickly.

"...Will someone come to pick you up?"

"What? No." Yang Li rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "I'm going to find the cat, no one can catch me."

...If you want a cat, go to a shelter?

As if seeing something from Rhett's expression, Yang Li gave a short laugh, "No, I want to find a cat that scratched me... I saw it ran in."

He showed Rhett the scratches on the back of his hand, "It's..."

There are traces of magic.

No, it seems one shouldn't talk about magic.

"...It has a virus on it. It is not fatal, but it is a bit troublesome."

"...?!"

Rhett tensed up.

"Please tell me its approximate age, coat color, species and—"

Yang Li showed a little confused look.

"Didn't you just go to the... pet shelter and find it?"

Reid keenly found that Yang Li did not understand the meaning of this term.

... It's like a chicken talking to a duck.

In the end, only one cat carcass was found.

Yang Li looked at the little poor man who died under the wheel, and then looked at the wound on his hand, feeling a little worried: Who would put a curse on the cat?Can't you be gentle with small animals these days...

But being scratched by a cat on the first day in the new world is a bit unlucky.

This curse... the person caught by the cat will gradually fall asleep and forget the person he loves, unless he is awakened by the kiss of the purest creature.

——This magic comes from a fairy tale book, and it feels unexpectedly romantic.

He can make an antidote, although it is not the kind that prescribes the right medicine, but a potion that can cure all diseases and have a miraculous effect on curses...

Saying goodbye to the kind-hearted people, he searched for the smell of medicine and found the herbal medicine shop - using the magic of enhancing the sense of smell, of course.

... As soon as he entered the door, he was mistaken for another person.

"Elandra? Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital—"

Yang Li paused, put his hat on his chest, and smiled: "...Did you admit it wrong?"

"...are you Spieth's brother? You are exactly the same, even the smell is the same..." The furry-looking man opened his eyes, "...that's impossible."

The author has something to say: I don’t know if he has expressed Alan’s strangeness...

I haven't communicated normally with people for a long time, so I can't speak clearly.

It will be better after about five or six chapters.

I saw some people said they couldn't understand...you all go to the if line!Then maybe it will be more if recently, I haven't figured out how sweet the sweet here is...