What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

The psychic pulled a chocolate bar out of the box and gagged the photographer.

"I didn't expect the little clerk to be young, but the 'guy' is not young." The psychic laughed.

The photographer put down the binoculars and rubbed his shoulders, "Let's watch it later, I won't be able to sleep for a while, I guess the two of them will have to get tired of it for a long time."

The hypnotist came over and picked up the binoculars, opened the curtains a little, and began to peep.

"The professor wants to make a paraglider to take the clerks off the island," said the hypnotist, "and he really wants a sewing machine so they don't have to sew so hard..."

"Sewing machine?" The psychic remembered. "There's an old sewing machine in the forest cabin—"

"That's it." The corners of the hypnotist's lips curled up slowly, "Now we also have bargaining chips."

"Teacher, do you think I am sewing right?" Zhanglin was afraid of making mistakes, so he showed Shu Xingmi a piece of sewing, "My eyes are so tired, these ropes have double images in front of me, and one of them is split." It became a lot of roots..."

Shu Xingmi checked it, and there was nothing wrong, he gently raised his hand to cover Zhanglin's eyes: "Take a break, I'll continue."

His hands were dry and warm, with a vague fragrance, Zhanglin leaned on his shoulders, and rubbed against his arms like a small animal: "Well, sleepy..."

Zhanglin feels safe by Shu Xingmi's side.This handsome man gave him good food, saved him from the box, and spoke to him so softly that he believed him.

"Sleepy? Why don't you go to bed first?" Shu Xingmi looked down and saw that Zhanglin had already fallen asleep dizzily.

He hasn't slept well in the past two days, and now it's the limit.

Shu Xingmi laid Zhang Linfang down, covered him with a quilt, and continued sewing the umbrella himself.

Zhanglin was sleeping inside against the wall, and Shu Xingmi was sitting on the edge of the bed. Zhanglin fell asleep, his body wrapped around Shu Xingmi's waist, his head was on Shu Xingmi's waist, and his body was bent like a shrimp shape.

Shu Xingmi was sewing a paraglider under the dim light, when a poem suddenly came into his mind: the thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer, the seams are densely packed before leaving, the intention may be delayed, and whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass, Reward three Chunhui...

The hypnotist in another building said: "The clerk has already fallen asleep, now we will see when the professor falls asleep."

The photographer glanced at his watch, it was 11:50.

"When the professor is asleep, I will open the window on our side, and then you open the window in the professor's room, and then hook the gun here in one go. The speed must be fast." The photographer said: "The most important thing It is a security issue, we must not reveal our location."

"What if it is exposed?" the psychic said.

"Then go downstairs with your bag on your back and run to the forest." The photographer gritted his teeth: "It's better to spend the night in the forest than to be beaten to death by him."

The photographer witnessed the scene of Shu Xingmi's beating up with his own eyes. It was so terrifying that his whole body ached just thinking about it.

The three of them sat for several hours, until three o'clock in the morning, the photographer said: "The professor should be asleep, let's start working."

"Well, I'm ready." The psychic turned his wrist, took a deep breath, and slowly shooed out.

The photographer gently opened the window, and the curtains were blown up into the room by the wind. He pressed the bottom of the curtains and said: "Listen to my command, now go straight forward." He saw a light blue The light beam flowed out from the psychic's fingertips, slowly floated in mid-air, and then quickly rushed to Shu Xingmi's window and circled.

"About one decimeter to the right, yes, then down, stop, this is the window lock, pull it up and it will open, gently—"

"Okay, open it." The psychic took a sigh of relief: "And then?"

"The gun is under his pillow, you open the window first."

The psychic moved his fingers cautiously, and the window of Shu Xingmi's room was removed by a hair-thin slit.

"I'm stupid, stop!" The photographer was in a cold sweat: "He sat up."

Holding the gun in his left hand and the saber in his right, Shu Xingmi got out of bed and stood in front of the window, pulling aside the curtains.

The photographer's heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

What kind of vigilance and responsiveness is this man?Can this wake up?

Shu Xingmi closed the window again and locked it.He already realized that there were people coming around, so he simply sat down and sewed an umbrella.

"By the way, can we keep harassing him like this?" The psychic said in a low voice: "If you harass him for one night, you won't let him sleep, and then he will have to make up for sleep tomorrow. He will let the clerk watch over him, and we will take advantage of that Time to start."

"Well, you're awesome, you harassed him all night, how can you hold on tomorrow?" The photographer looked at the psychic with a mentally handicapped expression: "I made him anxious, what if he came to arrest you?"

The psychic was discouraged.

No way to start.

The hypnotist showed a "I knew it would be like this" smile: "It seems that the theft operation will be temporarily stranded."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks," the psychic said with anger on his face, "We have been busy all night, and there is hard work without credit. What did you do?"

The hypnotist looked up at the psychic, with a smile on his lips: "When you're done with your work, it's my turn. Don't worry, I have a solution."

Shu Xingmi didn't sleep all night.

Someone was obviously messing around last night.

On the way he and Zhanglin went to the grocery store to find food, they met a hypnotist.

The hypnotist was not very active, and Shu Xingmi judged from the bloodshot eyes in her eyes that she might have been involved in the troubles last night.

"Morning, Professor." She cut to the point: "I want to talk to you."

"You haven't greeted him yet." Shu Xingmi glanced at Zhanglin.

The hypnotist could only say, "Morning, clerk. Without further ado, I know what you want. Sewing machines, right? We have them."

"I guessed it." Shu Xingmi remained expressionless.

"I'm willing to give you the sewing machine." The hypnotist's eyes became sincere, and she looked into Shu Xingmi's eyes: "I mean it."

Su Xingmi's eyes showed doubts.

"I know, you are a trustworthy person," the hypnotist smiled: "Unless someone does something to you, you will not take the initiative to hurt others, am I right? That's why I know you have a gun in your hand. The reason why I dare to come out to see you alone... I, the child in my stomach, and I all need your help..." She lowered her head pitifully and stroked her belly.

Shu Xingmi's eyes changed, she is pregnant?

"The child is innocent, isn't it?" The hypnotist said seriously: "I want to give birth to this child no matter what, so I must not die. I am attached to the photographer and psychic for their protection. But...the two of them are really terrible. On the first day of the game, they killed the gambler. I think, the next person may be me...but I can't leave them, it will make them angry Suspicious, well, in this game, we can't help ourselves, right?"

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin looked at each other, is this woman trustworthy?