Chapter 605

  This bathroom is ordinary, no different from other bathrooms.

In the cognition of withering, there is naturally no concept of bathroom. Fog people do not need to take a bath, nor do they need to excrete very much. The closest behavior to bathing is probably to go around the area where the fog is thinner, and every fog is The mist life that people devour will be turned into a part of their body, and excretion is simply a waste.

   However, in the exploration of foreign land, withering has seen the pretense of some civilizations. For example, in most human civilizations, cleaning the body is an important part, and the weak bodies of these creatures can't even stand the dust coverage.

If they only clean their bodies for the sake of survival, then the people of Wudu will only laugh at the frailty of human beings, but some human beings actually take pleasure in cleaning their bodies, even if they are extremely clean, they still clean themselves, and in this behavior consumes a lot of time.

   is unreasonable.

   And the existence of the bathroom is an extension of this behavior.

  Wither had already commented on this, and he was curious about what was in this bathroom that would attract him.

  According to the cognition of the withered past, he believes that this kind of mutual attraction should be some kind of pollution, or the existence of some kind of knowledge.

  Wudu people's perception is keen, and it is easier to detect danger or hostility, but now, he has not found hostility, it seems like a place where some extraordinary person stays, there is a little pollution.

   Withered and misty body swept across the drain, shower, and came to the mirror.

   He didn't care about this kind of gadget that reflected light, but when it withered through the mirror, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

   Something seemed to appear in the mirror.

   Withering stopped.

   He found his own shadow reflected in the mirror, and it was a cloud of smoke, which was exactly the same as withering, and floated with him.

   But at this moment, Wither suddenly found that the rhythm of the smoke seemed to have changed.

  The mirror, withering is known, this thing can faithfully reflect the appearance of the object, so the things in this mirror should theoretically be consistent with their actions.

   However, that cloud of smoke in the mirror seemed to be slightly different from him, it was him and not him.

   It is like, when the withering slowly rotates, the self in the mirror is always half a beat slower.

   As if something was imitating his behavior.

   But withering didn't feel any danger, he stared at the mirror for a while before preparing to continue to float out.

   At this moment, Withering noticed something moving behind him.

   He turned his attention and found that a small clump of hair appeared at the drain of the sewer he had just climbed up.

  The hair was very long, like someone who didn't wash it out after taking a shower, it was wet and stuffed in the drain.

   Withering had doubts in his heart, he leaned back to that position again, wanting to observe carefully.

   But the next moment, that tuft of hair retracted into the sewer!

  Withering finally realized something was wrong at this time. Although there was no hostile atmosphere, there seemed to be something beyond understanding.

   In this case, Wither believes that it is dangerous to continue exploring.

  The current situation can be withered. It is necessary to find a certain amount of pollution to absorb it, in order to restore the original power, dormant in this exotic land, and finally complete the task and go back or find a way to return to the fog.

   Now this alluring pollution is like a flower attracting bees and butterflies. It is so alluring to wither that he can't give up the power at his fingertips.

   hesitated for a moment, withered or chose to move on.

   Continuing to explore may not make money, but running away will definitely lose blood.

What's more, the human beings in this world can even bear the pollution of the sealed old rulers. Who knows if there will be any more exciting content in the books that these people usually read and the video materials they come into contact with? Every night, like the aborigines in some foreign land, they will revel, parade, and hold sacrifices in the streets, and the blight is unbearable.

   If he continues to maintain such a weak posture, maybe any dog ​​on the road will die after a while.

   He decided to seek wealth at risk.

  Although there seems to be something wrong with the mirror and the hair in the sewer, since they haven't hurt you, don't worry.

   Withered through the door and came to the living room.

  There is also a huge mirror in the living room, reflecting the withered body like smoke.

   Naturally, there is a certain deviation between the flow of smoke and the flow of withering itself, which looks strange and strange.

   The sun was shining outside, withered at a glance, the happiness was all theirs, he had nothing.

  The sofa, TV, and coffee table in the living room are all simple, withered and no source of the smell is found.

   He saw the kitchen again, the place where humans process food, and withering also considered wasteful to human eating behavior.

  Wudu people only need to contain their prey, and they can continue to absorb it, leaving no residue.

  But human needs complex processing methods, and the absorption efficiency is much lower than that of fog people, resulting in a waste of energy.

  Some humans take pleasure in this, and specialize in how to make food in a more wasteful way, so that the nutrients and energy in it are lost, just to make these things more "tasty".

   is unreasonable for withering!

He went around the kitchen and found nothing. The energy efficiency of the food in the refrigerator was too low. There was only one soft, sweet and cold thing that was okay. Withered and secretly ate one, trying to use his own mist to surround him. the body to digest and absorb.

   At this time, he found that there was another room in this house.

   There is no one inside, but there is a mysterious feeling.

   Withered and looked around, and drifted to the door of the house.

  The room is quite bright, with a bed, wardrobe, table, chair, computer, etc.

  Wither first noticed the wardrobe.

   The wardrobe was slowly pushed open, and the hidden things seemed to come out. At first Wither thought that someone was hiding in it, but the fog extended, and he did not find any trace of humans.

  Wither glanced inside the wardrobe, he saw an eye suddenly opened from the clothes, staring at himself.

   He shrank suddenly, and quickly realized that it was his own illusion.

   Diverted attention, withered and found that there seemed to be something under the bed.

   He descended a little, trying to see under the clean bed.

   Withering kept sinking, sinking, his mist spread under the bed, and suddenly, he felt some kind of throbbing.

   He found a dirty clown doll under the bed, and that funny smile seemed to be laughing at himself.

   Wither and relax.

   The next moment, he saw that a pair of eyes lit up under the bed.

   A pair of hound eyes.

   (end of this chapter)