Fantastic

Bu Chu originally envisioned several situations before falling asleep, but nothing happened.

He didn't hear any sound that could wake him up, so he went to check the door, and the door was still locked, and the hair that was specially clamped was still in its original position, and it didn't fall off.

It means that the door has not been opened.

It can only mean that it has not been opened.

Bu Chu didn't think too much about it, if something could crawl out from under his bed, it would be hard to guard against.

If so, there is no end to it.

He got up from the bed, twisting his neck.

Although he said he wasn't woken up last night, he didn't know whether his sleep quality was good or not.

Mentally, he was rested, but physically, he felt sore.

Is it the bed?

But he doesn't recognize the bed.

Bu Chu was a little puzzled.

After he went out to wash up, he saw Nansu holding a steaming breakfast on the dining table.

The timing was as accurate as if he knew when Bu Chu would come out.

"……thanks."

Bu Chudao.

What else can he say.

It seems hypocritical to tell Nansu not to be so troublesome. He really doesn't want to do these things by himself.

Very convenient.

Then just keep being normal.

Bu Chu sat down at the dining table, and suddenly realized that there was one person missing in the room.

"What about him?"

"Is Mom asking Dad?"

Nansu sat across from him.

"……Correct."

"Dad has gone to work."

Go to work?

Because this answer was too normal, Bu Chu felt a little unreal.

At this time, the office workers have indeed gone out.

His "husband", the man named Sennyhe, seemed to have just returned from a business trip, but he didn't even have a vacation or buffer time, so he went to work the next day?

What, is this also a social animal? ?

Bu Chu was still guessing Sennyhe's true identity, but now he was labeled as a "community animal"...

For a moment, he felt as if he was too nervous.

"Nansu," he asked, "you know..."

He paused, but couldn't say "your father".

"Do you know exactly what Senneher does?"

"What job does Mom want Dad to do?"

Nansu asked back.

"……what?"

Bu Chu was dumbfounded again.

Nansu's question is very strange. Is it up to him to decide what job Sennyhe will do?

Nansu looked at him, and after a while, said, "Dad works in a big company."

It feels like there is no new information after this has been said.

There is one more "big company", so it is still an office worker?

It is understandable that Nansu didn't know what the office workers were going to do. This is not important information.

Bu Chu was still thinking, when he suddenly felt the fluff rubbing against his calf, and looked down, it was the cat named "Xing Xing".

Xing Xing successfully drew Bu Chu's attention to himself, with big and round cat eyes, looked up at him, and let out a coquettish cry.

"Meow~"

The voice was sweet and blatantly coquettish, and she turned sideways and rubbed against his leg again.

Bu Chu touched its head, but it didn't resist. Instead, it raised its front paws, supported itself with its hind feet, and pawed on his leg.

So Bu Chu hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help hugging it.

He has never raised a cat before, but no one doesn't like this kind of cute and clingy. He saw that it was still sleepy when it was sent back yesterday, and it didn't even bark when it stayed in the nest, so he was a little worried. It's a good thing to be active today.

Sitting in Bu Chu's arms, Xing Xing raised her head to kiss his face.

The cat's long whiskers scratched his cheeks, a little itchy.

He ducked back, and the cat went to lick his hand again.

Bu Chu had never been so close to small animals before, so he was flattered for a while, and he was not used to it.

"Wait, are you hungry or something?"

He lifted it up with both hands this time, pulling it a little farther away.

Xing Xing didn't struggle, just wagged its tail in mid-air, and let out another cry.

Bu Chu put it on the ground, went to the corner to take a look, and saw that everything was normal.

"Mom," Nansu called out, "don't worry."

His tone didn't fluctuate: "It just likes mother and wants to be close to mother."

Bu Chu looked over and saw that Nansu had already started to pack up the tableware on the table, ready to wash it.

As I said before, because of Nansu's current appearance, he always has an inexplicable sense of guilt.

It was the same as when he named it before, and he felt that if he competed to do housework...

Gee.

"I'm going out."

Bu Chu said to Nansu.

Nansu was washing dishes in the kitchen with her back to him, but she paused for a moment without looking back.

"Where is mom going?"

Bu Chu thought about whether he should tell the truth.

He asked back: "You are a Zerg, how much do you know about the human world?"

"More than Mommy thinks."

Nansu replied.

"The way the Zerg learns in the egg, it may be difficult for the mother to understand."

"If there is something you don't understand," he wiped the plate unhurriedly, "I can learn it."

"What does Mom want me to learn?"

Again.

Bu Chu frowned slightly.

Nansu always asks this kind of question.

It seems that no matter what he asks for his opinion, it feels like... If he really said something, Nansu would do it without hesitation.

If you say it's obedient...it doesn't seem to be that kind of temperament.

Isn't this not good? If Nansu does what he says, isn't it more convenient?

So Bu Chu asked, "Can you learn everything?"

"I know what my mother wants," Nansu said, "don't worry, I'm already doing it."

"……what?"

Bu Chu didn't understand.

Why do I always have this feeling that the dialogue is not on track?

"Also, can you stop calling me mom?"

It really hurts to hear.

"Mom is mother." Nansu said, putting the last plate into the basket.

"...After all, why am I your mother? Because I was the first person you saw when you opened your eyes? Or is it because I appeared in your dream before?"

Bu Chu couldn't help asking.

"Of course not," Nansu said, "because it was destined."

"The first time I saw you, this was the truth."

Bu Chu: "..."

Well, he chose to stop the loss in time, so there is no need to argue any more, it is a waste of time.

It's just a title, it's not a big deal, maybe Sennihe will call her "wife" later.

Grass.

"I'm going out."

As he said, he ignored Nansu and was about to go out.

Bu Chu didn't care if he didn't look at Nansu, and whether Nansu would make trouble on his own.

To be honest, he couldn't think of what the other party could do. Nansu didn't have a human identity in this dungeon. He was just a black household and could only stay at home.

Of course, if Nansu wants to go out, he can't stop him. In short, he can't take Nansu with him.

At least not now.

Bu Chu was going to go out for a few laps to find out the surrounding environment, and then see if he could get some information.

The strange thing is that this time Nansu didn't ask him where he was going again.

"Wait, Mom."

He walked up to Bu Chu, raised his hand to help him straighten his clothes, and combed his hair with his hands.

"Well, that's fine," he said, "be careful on the road."

Very ordinary.

So much so that Bu Chu once again felt...subtle.

what happened?

Although it would be great if he wasn't blocked or questioned, what happened to this action?

Sitting by the porch, Xing Xing yelled at him, as if saying goodbye to him, and hooked his hand with his tail reluctantly.

Seeing the cat, Bu Chu felt better, and reached out to stroke its head.

"I am leaving."

He said it to the cat.

The cat answered, but Nansu didn't respond.

Then Bu Chu went out.

He walked around the neighborhood first, but found nothing.

He said he wanted to go out to do intelligence. This person was not familiar with the place, and he didn't know where he could go.

He sat down on the chair by the man-made lake, took out his mobile phone and started looking at the map, planning to go where there was a lot of traffic.

This dungeon did not disclose the exact number of players, which meant that it might be a large dungeon just like Myuu's back then.

As for how many people there are... in short, there will be no less.

Information is always the most important.

In this type of background, it is conceivable that it is all intrigues in the end.

Ah, trouble.

It's really troublesome.

How could it be so complicated.

Thinking about it, Bu Chu felt his head was going to explode again.

If it weren't for the equally troublesome "passivity" on him, if he could not use his brain, he would rather go up and fight.

The sunlight cast mottled shadows on the ground through the lush trees. He was dazzled by the light, and looked up at the tree beside him, and saw a sparrow on the branch above his head.

The sparrow's small black eyes met him, and it tilted its head, as if it were a human being sitting under curiosity.

Single sparrows are rare, usually they are in groups.

Bu Chu thought so.

The greening of this community is well done, there are many birds, and the sound of birds chirping can be heard from time to time, but this sparrow neither looks for the flock of birds nor other birds to look for it, so it looks lonely.

... No, what does he care about.

Bu Chu took a deep breath, and was about to get up and leave. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to contact Tai Jitong, he heard a conversation not far away.

It was a small pavilion by the man-made lake. He looked over and saw several women sitting there.

It can be seen that they are of a certain age, it should be a few aunts who came down for a walk, and invited their sisters to sit here and chat.

Bu Chu heard his name from their mouths.

"Are you talking about Bu Chu from 503, Block C? Ah, I saw him go downstairs just now."

After Bu Chu paused, the movement of leaving was stopped.

He was directly some distance away from them, but they didn't intend to control the volume at all, so they could hear clearly.

Bu Chu really didn't pay attention to which building or floor he lived in, and he didn't expect this aunt who had never met before to know him so clearly.

And from the tone... it seems that he hides some meaning that he doesn't think highly of him.

why.

what has he done?

This is not an event that needs to be triggered at a special time and place. He really just came down for a walk and happened to hear a few big moms talking.

It means that he, or his setting in this copy, is very problematic in their eyes.

"I saw his husband come back yesterday," said one of the aunts. "It's been a long time since he came back, and then he went out again this morning."

"Why did you meet me? You don't just stare at other people's houses, do you?"

"Hey, why am I so free, I just happened to see you." The aunt said again, "Looking at it this way, I don't think the relationship is very good? It's a pity. His husband is very handsome and handsome. I see him Driving a car seems to be expensive too!"

"Why did you marry someone like that... Hey, if they get divorced, I'll introduce my niece."

"Not too good, you are too anxious!"

"What about your niece, how do you know that there is no one outside? This is too common."

"You don't understand, what is his name? I forgot, he..." She was a little puzzled as she spoke, "Why can't I remember it all of a sudden."

"Is it this? Is this the person you are talking about? I met him when I went shopping for groceries. I took a photo quietly. It's been a long time since I saw him." Another aunt took out her phone and pulled out a photo , "I really look better than the stars on TV."

The people around her stared at the photo for a while, and said, "Strange."

"Did he... used to look like this?"