After I became A Piao, I found out that my best friend had a crush on me

Meng Yue was disappointed: this trick won't work.

He glanced sideways at the man beside him.The man's eyes are still numb and empty, and the red rope around his neck stretches into the void, and he doesn't know where it leads.

Meng Yue had a hunch: If this is a "dog" tied to a rope, then of course his master is behind the rope.

He had previously guessed that the "owner" of the "dog" was Marriott's surname Chen.But Meng Yue knew that this idea was groundless and could not be directly used to convict him.Besides, Cazenove has other competitors.

The man sat beside Meng Yue.Probably because he was pulled all the way by the unicycle just now, Meng Yue didn't bother him anymore, so he recovered a little bit of energy, and now he was making small moves under Meng Yue's monitoring, as if he still wanted to escape.But he was still injured before, and he was not Meng Yue's opponent.So Meng Yue ignored it, and even watched it with great interest for a moment, wondering how the opponent used his power.

Meng Yue is still too unfamiliar with everything right now.It is rare for a learning object to appear, so I have to dig out something.

Not long after, Meng Yue noticed the chair shaking slightly under him.He frowned, feeling a premonition of imminent danger, and thought: I'm going to the side——

The moment he was shaking, the chair Meng Yue was sitting on suddenly collapsed, the table also collapsed, and the computer hit the ground.

Looking at the mess in front of him, Meng Yue gave a soft "tsk", and first called the computer to his hand to make sure it wasn't broken.

This is for Ying Ze's personal office, so it's hard to say that there are any important documents in it.In case something goes wrong, it is necessary to find someone to restore the data on the hard disk, which will delay time.

There is a glass window between the canteen seats and the back kitchen, but it does not completely obscure the movement.Ying Ze, who was originally cooking, heard a noise outside, stopped his movements, and shouted amid the sound of cooking oil, "Meng Yue?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the notebook floating towards him, with two words on it: It's okay.

Seeing it, Ying Ze took a deep breath.

The computer floated steadily from the dining opening into the back kitchen, and stopped on the countertop beside Ying Ze.It was far away, Meng Yue didn't hold it up, and let the notebook float in the air.

Another line of words floated on the screen: But a table collapsed.

Ying Ze calmed down and said, "It's okay." After a pause, "Can you hear me at my volume?"

He thought to himself, if Meng Yue didn't reply, he would call again.

But Meng Yue heard it.

He seems to have entered a mysterious realm, as if everything around him can be controlled by him.It's just that he is still very weak, and can only control the plastic light tube, a computer, and the wind beside Ying Ze.

The wind brought Ying Ze's voice over.

Meng Yue was multitasking, and a reply appeared on his notebook: yes.

Ying Ze laughed, completely relieved, and said, "Be careful, don't get distracted."

A word appeared on the computer: good.

In the restaurant, the man stood up again, with the red rope fluttering around his neck.

Meng Yue looked at him, thinking about the feeling of controlling the broken plastic and the computer just now, and put the same thoughts on the man, thinking: I hope he will be quiet.

The man stopped suddenly.

There was no one in the cafeteria, only the front row of lights was turned on, which couldn't be said to be bright anyway.

The white shimmering light illuminated the man's face, making him look like a stiff wooden sculpture at this moment.

Meng Yue muttered: "It's a waste of energy." If the energy loss is judged by the "degree of transparency of the body", it is obvious that Meng Yue is not in a good state at the moment.

He turned his gaze to the stool on one side, and with a movement of his mind, he controlled the stool to lift up and smashed it hard at the man's body!

The two energies collided, and the man and the stool were knocked away by one meter each.At the same time, the other desktops on both sides also flipped over!

With this movement, the man's body became more vain, and the red rope on his body became more colorful.At the same time, Meng Yue looked carefully at his hands, and felt that they seemed a little firmer.

He arrives at the answer with some uncertainty: "energy" is convertible.

When he has the intention to attack that man and uses other things as a medium to attack, the energy of the other party will be transferred to Meng Yue and used by him.On the contrary, if he is only controlling men, this is pure consumption.

Grasping the key points and taking advantage of the home field advantage, Meng Yue quickly took control of the situation.Seeing that the man's body became more and more transparent, it finally looked like a turmeric shadow, as if it would disperse when the wind blows.

Only the red rope was still floating brightly in the air.Meng Yue thought to himself: If the man "disappears", will the red string disappear with him, or will it stay?

Two options swirl in his mind.Meng Yue thought about it, looked up, and happened to see Ying Ze busy in the glass window.

Mr. Ying can only say that he "knows a little" about cooking skills. Fried eggs are okay, but when it comes to stir-fried vegetables, he can barely stick to the level of cooking.In addition, I am not familiar with the stove here, so it is inevitable to be in a hurry.

Meng Yue looked at it for a moment and thought it was funny.But Ying Ze just told him not to be distracted, now Meng Yue followed the agreement and did not display anything on the computer.

After laughing, he turned his mind back to himself, thinking: Forget it.

Although this man is in a strange condition and is unconscious, what if... he is still alive, lying on a hospital bed like himself, and there are still relatives who hope for him to wake up?

Right now, the man has no strength to attack Meng Yue again.It is also very easy for Meng Yue to control him.

After five or six minutes, a plate of fried shrimp was pushed out from the dish pick-up window.Ying Ze raised his hand, knocked on the glass, and signaled: dinner is served.

Meng Yue walked over, and the man was hanging on a red string, floating faintly behind him.

At the same time, Ying Ze put the next batch of ingredients into the pot.They are all very ordinary dishes, and Ying Ze's cooking skills are mediocre, so several servings in succession are only "cooked".Meng Yue tasted them one by one, and felt a headache, feeling that his father's various innovations are very handy at this moment.

But look at Ying Ze working seriously.It took a lot of effort to turn the spoon, coupled with the temperature of the stove, a little sweat appeared on Ying Ze's forehead, and his cheeks were a little red.

He has a handsome appearance, and he rolled up his cuffs for the convenience of cooking, revealing a section of white and compact forearm muscles.

Meng Yue sighed, he had no choice but to save face and continue eating.

After a few dishes, Meng Yue's body became more solid. If it wasn't for Ying Ze who couldn't see him, Meng Yue would even suspect that he was already alive.He looked at the texture and color of his hands, and felt that they were no different from Ying Ze's.

Ying Ze diligently cooks.Meng Yue stretched out his hand and carefully let his fingers touch the red string.

It's this feeling again.

Power is sucked away.

He frowned, feeling his body resist.But as Meng Yue touched the red rope, the eyes of the man in front of him became clearer.His dry lips parted a little, as if his thoughts had been in chaos for too long, he didn't know what day or night it was.First ask Meng Yue: "What are you doing..."?

The man's dove-shaped face, even if his eyes are a little lively, looks like a piece of dry wood.When he spoke, the wrinkles on his face were affected, and his description was terrifying.

Meng Yue interrupted him: "Don't talk nonsense. Who asked you to come?"

Ying Ze couldn't hear his friend's voice, so he didn't know that his friend was looking fierce at the moment.

He just felt that Meng Yue ate too fast.After cooking for so long, Meng Yue can ruin a dish with just a single inhalation... It's not waste, as long as it's useful to Meng Yue.

Ying Ze sighed, his thoughts wandered a little.Life seems to have changed overnight. It has only been a short week since the murderer was sentenced to today.Who would have thought that a week ago he was still discussing with Meng's parents whether to invite foreign experts to see Meng Yue, and which massage method was more conducive to maintaining muscle vitality.A week later, it was the dead of night, and the cafeteria was cooking.

It seems to switch directly from the urban drama to the set, and enter the gourmet-themed juvenile manga.

There was no time to wash the pot and dishes, so Ying Ze directly dumped the dishes Meng Yue had tasted into the trash can, and then loaded the next dish.The shrimps are still shiny, and the bamboo shoots have the temperature of just going abroad.These are mixed with rubbish, and Ying Ze feels wasteful when he sees them.But at the same time, I also know that they have lost their original flavor and are superficial.

Ying Ze wiped off his sweat and continued to stir fry.I was a little worried again, thinking wildly: If Meng Yue continues like this, does he need to practice his cooking skills?Well, let's go back and be a control group to study whether the taste of the dishes has any effect on Meng Yue's energy supplement.

Ying Ze thought of a lot.The arms are sore, but the movements are getting faster and faster, and it has completely become an assembly line operation.

Meng Yue didn't know what his friend was thinking.He talks to men and feels like his body is a pool.Ying Ze is in charge of irrigation, and the red rope is in charge of release.

He was having fun, making fun of himself.His face was very cold, and he couldn't see the slightest human touch, and he tortured him to extract a confession.

A kitchen knife was pulled out from the knife holder on the side of Ying Ze's body, passed through the vegetable opening steadily, and floated to the man's neck.

Ying Ze took the time to raise his eyes, his eyes were strange: What's the matter with Ah Yue?What the hell are you doing?

Feeling the kitchen knife, the most important thing is the power floating on the knife, the man smiled wryly: "I wish you could kill me. But you can't."

Meng Yue frowned, and the man explained: "When I'm about to leave, the master will call me back."

Meng Yue raised his eyebrows, the man: "I can't say..."

There was a trace of pain on his face.Meng Yue vaguely felt that the red rope around his neck was slowly tightening.Like a bug, it twisted slightly at this moment, allowing the sucker to take root deeper.

The man's transparent figure began to shake.He turned his face and looked at Ying Ze in the window, with a little envy on his face.

Meng Yue was vigilant, the kitchen knife penetrated half a centimeter, and the man's body was almost invisible, leaving only a faint shadow.Slowly and hoarsely, he said to Meng Yue: "There are still people who are willing to wait for you—"

The man disappeared.

The red rope ran away quickly.Meng Yue followed subconsciously, and at the same time displayed a line of text on the computer screen: I'll go out for a while.

Seeing this, Ying Ze was slightly taken aback.

At the same time, Meng Yue has chased outside the factory.The red rope moved forward rapidly, passing by the forest on the road.Meng Yue's newly condensed body quickly consumed, and after a while, it became a translucent shadow again.But the red rope did not detract in the slightest, the speed remained unchanged, and it continued to move forward.

Meng Yue weighed: Do you want to chase?

This is the outskirts. According to Meng Yue's knowledge, the owner of Marriott's house is on the other side of Haicheng.Obviously, if he really went there, he would lack energy first.I'm afraid I haven't reached the city center yet, and I'm about to reach the level of transparency just before the man disappeared.

But Meng Yue was unwilling to let go of this clue in vain.He stared at the direction of the red rope, and after a moment, he was blessed: from the beginning to the end, the red rope walked in a straight line.

In theory, as long as you go back and find a map, draw a line, and see what is on the line, you can find clues.

He is now in a forest.Meng Yue looked around, one, two... More and more wooden sticks floated up from in front of Meng Yue, slowly forming a tower, and fell at Meng Yue's feet.

He looked at the tower, and then controlled a wooden stick to go down, deep into the ground.

After finishing these, Meng Yue thought: I want to go back.

Go to the cafeteria of Jiacheng Factory and Ying Ze.

The author has something to say: * "There are still people who are willing to wait for you—"

Let me know just in case!The meaning of this sentence is about "food that can provide strength", not to see that Xiao Ze is interested in Meng Meng =v=

(I was hesitating between "Ozawa" and "Mr. Ying" when I typed this sentence.jpg)

Why do I suddenly feel that the painting style is funny as I write it╭(╯^╰)╮