Chapter 635 Building of the Soul

"Zero?" Roland asked tentatively.

She rolled her eyes, leaned over and put the plate on the tea table, then sat down cross-legged.

"What are you doing there, don't you come to have breakfast?"

The little girl's voice was soft and immature, her body was slender, her light blue dress was covered with white stockings, her feet were about the size of her own palm, she was completely different from the crazy and pure person who clamored that she would never let her go.

But since the other party didn't deny the name, it was tantamount to admitting that she was Zero.

What should I do, kill her?

Now, with this young girl's figure, it is impossible to tear herself apart with bare hands like a transcendent?

Roland first groped into the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife holder and hid it in his waist, and then slowly came to the coffee table.

I saw that there was also a piece of fried egg and two fried dough sticks on my plate—well, one more than hers.

The outer ring of the egg is golden in color, the skirt is slightly burnt, and the egg white in the middle is slightly swollen, revealing a touch of orange. It is obviously a perfect runny egg.

Jie Luo deftly picked up the chopsticks, put a slice of fried egg into her mouth, and then grabbed the fritters and began to chew. "What the hell were you doing yesterday? There were cockroaches on the ceiling?"

"No... I feel a little dirty and want to wipe it off." Roland made up a random reason.

"Really?" She looked up at the ceiling, "You don't know how to hang a rag on your clothes fork to wipe it?"

"It didn't work well, but it's finally clean now," he coughed twice, "You did this?"

"Uncle, is your head okay?" Zero finally showed a worried look, "Isn't it all my fault since I came here?"

After coming here? Then where were you before? Roland opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask. Obviously, if you continue to ask, the other party will doubt his identity.

Jie Luo quickly finished her breakfast, and passed her hand in front of him, "Money for grocery shopping."

"ah?"

"The food in the refrigerator is almost gone. I have to go to the vegetable market today. How can I buy it if you don't give me money?"

How could a junior high school student know this? Roland touched his body subconsciously, but couldn't find the wallet, "Uh..."

"Your bedside table, in the second drawer," Zero sighed.

When he returned to the bedroom, he took out a shriveled wallet from the drawer, opened it, and found that there were only about three hundred yuan and a few lottery tickets in it.

"How much?" Roland returned to the living room.

"Twenty, I can't lift any more."

Roland handed her a fifty-dollar bill out of the idea of ​​spending other people's money without heartache, "Save the extra for next time."

Zero gave him a strange look, and stuffed the money into her small purse.

"Your hand..." Roland noticed that there were two Band-Aids wrapped around the other's fingers.

"I got stuck in picking up glass shards, it's nothing serious...Of course, it would be better if you don't throw things around." She shrugged, then picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the gate, "I'm going to school, If you don’t come back at noon, you will wash the dishes.”

"Wait, isn't it summer vacation?"

"Of course it's tutoring." Jie Luo put on her shoes, poked her head halfway through the door and said, "Uncle, if you still feel your head hurts, go to the hospital and stop doing such stupid things again. .”

After half a minute, Roland walked out of Room 0825, lying on the side of the corridor fence and looking down.

Zero's figure quickly appeared in his field of vision—the white hair was always particularly eye-catching, but the crowd seemed to be used to it, and no one turned to look at her. She waited downstairs for a while, until two other yellow-haired girls with school bags ran and jumped around her, and the three of them disappeared into the alley together.

Feelings She still made friends here?

Roland rubbed his forehead, this dream was a bit too absurd.

What to do next, do you want to follow her to see?

He didn't believe that Zero could really virtualize a complete city.

Just when Roland turned around and wanted to go back to the house to look for the key, his whole body froze suddenly, and he froze in place.

I saw a pretty woman walking towards him.

She has long light gray hair, raised eyebrows, lips and nose somewhat similar to Tilly's, but with an added coldness and arrogance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

He had never met the other person before, but the memory of the fourth prince clearly told him that this person was his sister, the third princess of Graycastle.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland subconsciously touched the fruit knife on his waist.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way," the woman showed a disgusted expression, "I want to go over."

"You... don't know me?" He was surprised.

"Hey," the other party sneered, "Why should I know you? You dyed your hair the same color as mine, so you want to get close?"

Roland stared at her, and slowly moved out of the aisle, "Your name is Garcia, right?"

"..." The woman's face darkened, "Although I don't know where you found out my name, but I warn you, you will suffer if you keep pestering me." She stretched out her right hand and closed her fingers one by one, the joints made a crackling sound , as if he had trained in fighting.

When she returned to her residence and closed the door heavily, Roland pretended to be wandering and walked over to take a look.

Room number is 0827, next door next door.

Looking at the anti-theft doors lined up along the aisle in the distance, a terrifying thought suddenly rose in his heart.

How many residents are there in this apartment building?

Anyway, the length of the public corridor is really astonishing. Standing at the door of Room 27, the other end can't be seen clearly at a glance!

Once this thought arises, it is difficult to suppress.

He returned to the house as quickly as possible, found the key, and after confirming that the door could be opened, he locked the door and ran towards the end where the room number increased.

The promenade under your feet is no less than a 400-meter-long straight runway!

Panting, I came to the end of the corridor near the stairwell, and the last house number was 0899.

This is simply unbelievable. Who would pack nearly a hundred houses in a single-storey tube building? According to the style of the 1970s and 1980s, a dozen or so households in a row is considered a huge scale.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

The handrails of the stairs are made of iron, and the green paint on the surface has peeled off in sevens and eights, and obvious rust and dust can be seen; there are countless small advertisements posted in the corridors, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the times-this "psoriasis "In big cities, it should have disappeared long ago.

The top floor is the twenty-second floor.

There is no nameplate on the anti-theft door at the end, and the window hole is not even opened.

He checked room by room until the first house number appeared in front of him: 2245.

Then roughly calculated, the entire apartment building has a total of 2,124 households.

"During the long years, I have devoured thousands of warriors, including an extraordinary person. You can't defeat me!"

During the life-and-death fight on the rooftop, Zero's words resurfaced in his head.

Could it be that the people who live here are all losers in the battle of souls?

This guess made Roland dumbfounded.

And now, Zero has also become one of them.