Nero still did not drink the cocktail made by the boss himself, but instead ordered a glass of white beer in an oversized cup.

She ate the barbecue brought by the maid in big mouthfuls, and it smelled like a sizzling sound: "Is that true? So many things have happened... No wonder Cook lost his memory. It turned out that she was plotted against by Xiang Liu. Well... I can write a complete report in this way."

As he said that, Nero threw a dull soul ball from his small bag of souls, "Can I mark me how long this Prometheus will take."

Holding this soul light ball, Luo Qiu said calmly: "It will take three months."

As he said that, Luoqiu took a palm and a disc about the size of a makeup mirror box appeared in front of Nero. "In three months, this thing can help you find its location at any time."

He picked up another piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth. This was the last piece. Nero put away the small disc without hesitation, and then burped, "Ah... so full, thank you for the hospitality."

She stood up, raised her hands, stretched her lazily, stretched her body tightly, and suddenly squinted her eyes and said, "By the way, boss, I'll ask you something. I can only fit the second form of the Yama sword in my hand... How do you think I can fully fit the third form of its last? You won't know, right?"

"Guest, this question is charged." The boss said calmly.

"Stingy." Nero.

The boss smiled but said nothing, of course, because of the mask, Nero couldn't see it.

But she is a free and easy person by nature, at least she seems to be like this, so she shrugged, "By the way, I am an old customer, right? Are there any discounts for doing business next time?"

The boss pointed his finger on the table, and a black card with four golden seals appeared in front of Nero.

Nero waved his hand to take it, then tapped his finger on his lips and flew the kiss to Boss Luo, "What a good boss, then goodbye!"

"Please wait, guest." Boss Luo suddenly called Nero, and nodded at Youye after her surprised gaze.

The maid turned around and left the lobby. Not long after, she walked out with a tray.

Yuye lifted the cloth on the tray, and there was a wooden box about the size of a palm, about three centimeters high, and carved with many strange patterns.

"Is this for me?" Nero frowned: "What?"

Luoqiu said: "The bag used by the guest to hold the soul is too rough. I'd better use this handful to be more refined and preserved for a longer time."

Nero was stunned, reached out to take the box, and then asked subconsciously: "How much does this cost?"

"No." Unexpectedly, the boss said calmly: "This is borrowed to the guest. Until your life is over, it will automatically return to us. Of course, it doesn't matter if you refuse the guest."

But Nero poured the remaining soul in his bag into the box without saying a word, and then smiled and said, "Ding, congratulations to the player Nero for getting the important props from the owner: the box loading the soul gets! Is that true?"

"Welcome next time."

...

...

According to a transaction that Cook didn't know, he had no way to restore his memories that showed signs of awakening within a few weeks.

Although I have lost the feeling of more and more thinking about it recently, and I have gradually become confused, Cook has not changed his current life.

He spends more time in the room and sits quietly. He often sits for half a day as soon as he sits, as if he is also a piece of dust in the room.

Only when Xiao Zhi from the tofu shop knocks on the door because of boredom, there will be some noise in the room.

Although he still couldn't remember his identity and origin, his way of dealing with things seemed to be like an instinct. He could keenly feel that San'er was avoiding him.

Since he was hiding, try not to contact him... He was even thinking about leaving this place these days and other things, since he met that strange white-haired woman last time.

The day he left was getting closer.

"Uncle Mark, what story do you tell me today!" The more familiar the little guy seemed to be, the more unscrupulous he seemed. As soon as he walked in, he hugged Cook's arm and shook it.

Cook subconsciously touched Xiao Zhi's head, and suddenly thought of something without looking for the edge: If he leaves, will Xiao Zhi be very sad?

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have considered this kind of thing. His thinking pattern has been reminding him of this matter.

"I won't tell stories today." Cook said expressionlessly: "Go and find me a piece of wood."

He gestured to his hand for a while, Xiao Zhi sucked his fingers, looked at his big round eyes for a while before nodding, then spread his fleshy legs and ran out all of a sudden.

Not long after, Xiao Zhi came back with a log that was about ten centimeters long and about ten centimeters in diameter.

Cook took the log, then walked to the table and opened the drawer, took out a knife, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The knife gestured at the log for a while, and then began to peel it.

Xiao Zhi tilted his neck and looked at Uncle Mark's actions. She knew that Uncle Mark was very powerful! She had quietly seen Uncle Mark lifting a tofu board that was more than one meter high with one hand!

But Uncle Mark doesn't speak much often.

"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"

Cook ignored it, but just cut the log on his hand with a knife. Xiao Zhi had long been used to his silence, and he didn't make a fuss at this moment, but lay directly on the ground and held up his chin with both hands.

Her fleshy and soft calves were kicking each other, and she looked at Uncle Mark like this, feeling interesting.

I gradually became tired and fell asleep.

Cook stopped the movement in his hand, picked up Xiao Zhi, put it on the bed, covered it with a quilt, and then began to sit cross-legged on the ground, carving the wood on his hand.

Every knife has wood chips flying out, like floating fluff.

When his last knife finished, there was already a pile of wood chips on the ground. Cook put the knife down, then blew the air at the final finished wood carving, and then blew away the wood dust attached to it, and then placed it among the wood chips.

This is a swan.

It was waving its wings among these wood chips, and it was lifelike, like a real swan falling in the snow and ice.

He put the wooden swan in Xiao Zhi's arms, then picked her up again, and sent her back to her room.

Cook returned to his room again, swept away the wood chips on the ground, turned off the lights, and sat here alone.

Tomorrow, maybe it's the same, Cook thought silently.

He didn't know that his eyes were not far away, staring at the small tofu shop silently... not only looking at the dim room where Cook was, but also looking at San'er who was busy collecting the shop in front of the store.

...

"Ah... Why did I suddenly feel that it seems good if Cook just goes on like this?"

Nero, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of a family, holding the painted tube in both hands, was whispering a cheap bread that he had "taken" from a nearby convenience store.

The Yama Sword in the painting tube made waves of whispers at this time, of course, only Nero, who was its host, could hear it.

"Oh? Do you want to eat Cook?" Nero looked at the painting tube and mocked, "Why didn't you see you so energetic when you were at that boss's house?"

The painting tube trembled slightly, as if it was dissatisfied.

"It's very troublesome to eat Cook." Nero shook his head and said, "At least the old guys in the club won't let me go... Although it's a big deal to escape, it's still very troublesome. He's running around the world and being chased or something."

Nero lay down, put his hands on his head, his legs raised, and he squinted his eyes leisurely, and suddenly showed a pranky smile: "But, do you think Cook can beat me if he goes crazy?"
Chapter completed!