Human dimension reduction

Gui Ning thought for a while, and said obediently: "Are there many famous people? There are many devils. The richest one belongs to the Wan family in the west of the city. The ancestors of the Wan family were imperial merchants and worked for the royal family. It is said that the family is rich in gold and silver. Cheng Hai, the chopsticks used to eat are all made of silver. Last year, Miss Wanjia got married, and the dowry was a full [-] loads. They were all good things to press the box. Even the mayor's marriage was not so generous...

"...The most powerful is the Qing Gang. The Qing Gang is in charge of the tasks of the local three religions and nine streams. It is the most difficult to mess with on the street. You can ask the Qing Gang for everything related to people, but the promotion fee is not small. , if the shops on the street want to continue to operate, they have to ask the Green Gang to guarantee...

"As for birth, old age, sickness and death, we have to go to the south of the city. There are many craftsmen there. If you are interested in Chinese folk customs, sir, you can go for a stroll, but don't go deep into the streets and alleys. There are no people who live there. Xiaomin, who has passed away, is afraid that he will bump into Mr...."

Gui Ning's voice was very nice, and when he spoke softly, it was like the gurgling of a clear spring. Qiao Zhou listened with half-opened and half-closed eyes, grabbing all the information in it, and asking a few questions from time to time.

"Does the Wan family have many children?"

"The Wan family has always adhered to the old rules and did not divide the family. The old man has three sons and three daughters, and there are already 16 juniors under him. The eldest, Miss Wan, got married last year. I heard that the eldest grandson will also marry this year—"

Speaking of this, Gui Ning's tone was a bit hesitant, obviously thinking whether she should go on or not, the handsome foreigner opposite looked at her, his eyes were asking questions, she thought it was okay to say it, the Wan family's matter was troublesome It's so big, who doesn't know it on the street?

"The eldest young master of the Wan family heard that he was fighting to the death over a girl from a commoner background. He insisted that she would not marry, which made the old man very angry. The grandpa and grandson fought against each other for more than two months. The devil capital is watching the excitement of Wanjia."

Qiao Zhou still couldn't get excited, so he asked lazily, "That lady came from a poor family, and Mrs. Wan wants a daughter-in-law from a rich family?"

Gui Ning smiled softly: "After all, she is the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law. If she becomes the daughter-in-law of Chengyou in the future, she must be able to do it. And... that girl is not from an ordinary commoner."

Qiao Zhou finally opened his eyes.

"What do you mean by not being born as an ordinary commoner? Does she have royal blood? I heard that there are many members of your royal family, but why doesn't she have a title?"

He speculated on purpose, displaying appropriate curiosity and ignorance.

Facing the foreigners who didn't know anything, Gui Ning seemed very relaxed, and patiently explained: "That's not the case, those royal families you know...in fact, most of them live in the capital, and that girl doesn't have this kind of blood, it's just her occupation It's a little hard to talk about.

"She is a dead person, not to mention the family background of the Wan family, even ordinary people are very taboo."

Qiao Zhou thought that he might have caught a key word.

"What is life and death?"

Gui Ning: "They eat the food of the dead. The ones who welcome and send them are the dead. Dressing the dead for plastic surgery, confiscating the bones, and reassuring the soul. The mortician always avoids the living, not to mention that the person who does this job is a girl."

"The mortician..." Qiao Zhou chewed the word, and asked, "Can I ask the mortician for everything related to the deceased? Who is the most famous mortician?"

Gui Ning's complexion changed a little, and she began to fidget, and her behavior undoubtedly stamped herself as "tricky".

"Yes, that's what the old people say, 'ask the yin and put it in the coffin, and the living people avoid taboos'... The most famous ones are all in the south of the city. I don't know who they are... This topic is so pervasive. Really, would you like to hear the latest news, sir?"

She was eager to change the subject, so Qiao Zhou let her talk about other things, and tapped her fingers on her lap.

Embalmer... It seems that there are quite a lot of names in this profession. Gui Ning said that he didn't know, which is obviously a lie. A lady like her who works in a dance hall needs to be good at dancing. See what she just said Wanjia's gossip said one thing after another, but it just stopped at the mortician, there must be something in it.

It depends on whether this doorway is the doorway he needs.

After listening to the gossip for half the night, and filling his stomach with tea and snacks, Qiao Zhou came out of Paramount, inevitably covered in the smell of wine, and the early farmers had already put down their burdens on both sides of the street and started selling their own vegetables. Some of them are green vegetables and radishes, which are not necessarily good in appearance. They were picked from outside the city early in the morning, and the leaves of the vegetables are a little wilted.

Qiao Zhou walked by without looking sideways, and pinched a deflated wallet in his pocket. It was the result of his robbery in the street last night. The unlucky guy who was knocked out is probably still sleeping in a certain alley. The crazy doctor's hand strength is really strong, even the monster is pinched and rolled his eyes.

And he also found that, unlike the monsters in the sanatorium who have copper skin and iron bones per capita, the monsters here really seem to have the physical fitness of ordinary people. If he hadn't stopped his strength at a critical moment, that unlucky guy would definitely not be as simple as fainting all night .

Holding the empty wallet, Qiao Zhou walked into a secluded alley naturally. Ten minutes later, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a loose suit came out and pressed a woolen top hat on his chest. He sat down at a roadside breakfast stall with a calm demeanor, and raised his hand: "Boss, a bowl of tofu nao, two deep-fried dough sticks, a basket of steamed buns, and I want meat stuffing."

Puppet · Copy

Core key: empty wallet

Copy process: 8%

[Stealing someone else's face, and even robbing the clothes of passers-by, you are the most failed puppeteer in history]

The latter sentence is what the puppet complained when he witnessed him skillfully robbing an office worker. A wallet can only make Qiao Zhou copy the face of the owner of the wallet, and he can't even change his body shape. He can't wear Vincent He had to wait for a while, and stunned an unlucky passer-by. No. [-] snatched his clothes and disguised himself as an ordinary middle-aged social animal.

Fortunately, Qiao Zhou has a lot of experience in being a social animal, and he can pretend to be [-]% without imitating.

"Your tofu brain, be careful of being hot."

The boss with a youthful face and a clean cropped head had an overly sleek and courteous face only for adults. Such a dislocation made his eyes a little hot. Qiao Zhou averted his gaze in good time, pulled out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks. A steamed stuffed bun with thin skin and big stuffing, casually chatting with the boss like a normal social animal: "Boss business is good, there are two tables so early?"

The boss wiped his hands on the apron: "Hey, I can't say whether it's good or not, I'm trying to get by, and those two tables are also full of poor people who came to pick up the young master and master, and they've been waiting for most of the night, tsk tsk tsk, hundred Le Men's business is good."

There was a strong sense of envy and longing in his tone, and he probably did not have less dreams of being rich.

"That kind of unconscionable business..."

The middle-aged guest curled his lips in disdain, and stirred the tofu brain with a porcelain spoon: "Hey boss, give me more mustard."

"Hey, good, good." The boss turned his head and poured a spoonful of mustard powder into his bowl, looked at his face again, and asked hesitantly, "You...have I met you somewhere? You and Mr. Song have to……"

It's too similar, it's exactly the same, but Mr. Song should be one of the members who go to Paramount for entertainment at night, and he shouldn't be sitting here wearing this inferior suit...

He slowly lowered his head and looked closer at Qiao Zhou's face. There was a creaking sound of bones rubbing against his neck. As he moved his mouth and tongue, his saliva began to secrete crazily, and his white teeth rubbed against his lips, struggling greedily.

Those protruding eyeballs were about to get in front of Qiao Zhou, so Qiao Zhou rolled his eyes calmly: "Master Song? Which Master Song? If I can be called Master, I will come out for breakfast by myself?"

So the unlucky No. [-] surname is Song?

Thinking of this, he picked up the boss's eyeballs that were about to fall out with the spoon like scooping up glutinous rice balls, and stuffed them back into the eye sockets with his backhand. The face copied by the puppet was Master Song's real face, so it's not surprising that he would be recognized , but there is nothing to panic: "Look at it, don't you like new customers to eat? Change the spoon for me."

Qiao Zhou's attitude was too magnanimous. The boss who forcibly stuffed one eyeball back into the socket was stunned for a while, and it took a long time for him to regain his hideous monster face, and nodded with a smile: "Hey, I'll change it for you."

He was just trying to test it out. Since the other party is so natural, it doesn't seem to be edible, so forget it.

Seeing the owner of the breakfast stall back away, Qiao Zhou regained his weary and dejected expression, and poked the skin of a steamed bun with chopsticks.

He stayed in Paramount for one night, and watched the ladies inside gradually change little by little, their height and shape became longer, wider or slender, and the monsters were slowly approaching their original appearance.

But some of the farmers he saw when he came out, including the breakfast stand owner, hadn't changed much, so what was the reason for this gap?

Compared with the old case of the poorhouse, of course it is the strength of monsters.

Crazy doctor is a big boss at the end of the game. After a few minutes of fighting with him, the mutation is successful. The head nurse below is neither fast nor slow, while the doctor on the first floor is slower... The obvious discrimination against strength.

So Qiao Zhou, who was wearing the face of Mr. Song, didn't panic at all. Not to mention that the low-strength boss couldn't see anything, but he could see it. Could it be that Qiao Zhou, who was backed by a mad doctor, couldn't slap his head off with a slap? what?

No, that's too disgusting, so let's twist the neck.

Qiao Zhou thought casually, and punctured the skin of another bun.

Seeing his action of poking the bun, the boss felt a chill on the back of his neck for some reason, and reflexively took a step back. Seeing his reaction, Qiao Zhou originally wanted to talk, but he didn't have the intention to try to get close again, so he left it. A few copper coins, picked up the hat on the table and got up to leave.

When he was about to take a step, his heart suddenly moved, he greeted the boss, and pointed to the unbitten bun on his table: "Help me wrap it."

"Hey, good."

The steaming buns were wrapped in oiled paper and delivered to Qiao Zhou. Qiao Zhou, who had the appearance of a middle-aged man, slowly carried the bag of buns, wandering aimlessly.

He didn't have a specific destination, and if he insisted on saying it, he was heading south, taking a look at the surrounding customs.

At the corner of a collapsed earth wall, he noticed three young people crowded together. Their clothes were dirty and tattered. There was a dirty porcelain bowl in front of them. Judging by their facial features, they should be the kind of monsters whose strength is so low that their appearance has not yet been alienated.

but……

Qiao Zhou stopped, tilted his head and stared at them for a moment.

It's not sure, maybe these three people are not only weak monsters, but rare smart guys, but they don't know enough about some special professions.

Qiao Zhou walked over, stopped in front of them, and noticed that their backs were tense at the same time.

"...Is the Hua family near here?"

Zhong Qi heard the question from the middle-aged man who stopped suddenly, the blood all over his body was soaring to the top of his head, he could feel the two friends beside him trembling imperceptibly, so while holding them down with his hands, he murmured vaguely He bowed his head pretending to be impatient and replied: "I don't know!"

After the middle-aged man got the answer, he still had no intention of leaving. He suddenly asked, "Where is the nearest cemetery nearby? You guys don't know, do you?"

Zhong Qi also started to tremble, and he had a faint premonition that maybe the people he met this time were different from those monsters last night, and they were not so easy to fool.

But he still had to bite the bullet, raised his hand and casually pointed in a direction, intending to trick the person away and run away immediately: "Go forward, go straight and turn left to the end."

His quick answer seemed to satisfy the middle-aged man. The other party smiled, threw an oiled paper bag into the broken bowl in front of them, and left with a meaningful sentence: "I am the first It’s the first time I’ve seen a beggar with such a good relationship, and I’ll reward you.”

After the footsteps disappeared completely, Zhong Qi raised his head suddenly, with a colorful face, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and it took him a long time to take a deep breath: "Damn! I forgot..."

"Forgot what?" His friend was still trembling unconsciously, the sequelae of surviving from life and death.

"What kind of beggars have you seen squatting together in groups? It's not that little beggars want to hug each other... They all set up their own territory. It's too strange for us to squat together. It will be suspected sooner or later, but that person is Who, why remind us..."

"Is he also a sane living person?"

Zhong Qi muttered something, stood up abruptly, and wanted to catch up to ask, but found that the other party had gone into an alley.

Zhong Qi was stunned for a while, then reached out to untie the greased paper bag in the porcelain bowl, the white and fat buns inside still exuded a tempting aroma, he was silent for a while, his heart filled with despair and panic Suddenly there was a little more strength: "There are buns. After eating, we will figure out a way to figure out how to survive. We will always survive until the country comes to save us."