I will never give in to Miss Death

——Pack up and get ready to go!

No.046 My Heart Unlock

This time going to the comic convention to sign the contract was different from going to the Pearl Building yesterday to "protect rights and demand wages."

Mingzhu Plaza is a free "tourist attraction" or "Internet celebrity check-in spot". You can go in directly except that the prices are a bit higher, and there are many shops around, selling everything from food and drinks to entertainment, accommodation and clothing. As long as your mobile phone is fully charged and can pay, you almost don't need to prepare anything.

However, the comic exhibition in Dadong District is at least 50 kilometers away from here and spans two districts, which is equivalent to the distance between the starting point and the terminal of a bus. The surrounding infrastructure is not as complete as that of Mingzhu Plaza.

As we all know, the more "rules-based" a place is, the less "vitality" it has.

Just like the tiny apartment where I live, although there are urban villages everywhere around it, and from a distance the self-built houses and old housing areas one after another are not beautiful at all and also affect the cityscape, but this happens to be the most down-to-earth area in the central district of Kamihama City.

In other busy streets, shops and stalls are closed at night, but this "no man's land" is full of night barbecues, fried noodles, fried rice and snacks. After the midnight barbecue stalls close, there are mobile breakfast food trucks, one selling pancakes here and roasted sweet potatoes and corn there. At noon, there will be snack trucks selling mung bean porridge, jelly, tofu pudding, or selling potted plants and small daily necessities.

The breakfast shop I just visited is located in front of the couple's self-built house. They don't need to rent any money to sell breakfast, and there is no transportation cost or middleman profit margin. Not far behind is a vegetable market with affordable prices. They go to the market to buy ingredients every evening, get up at three or four o'clock the next day to make buns and fried dough sticks, and open for business at five-thirty. Whether it is buns or soy milk and fried dough sticks, the price is much cheaper than that of specialty stores outside.

In contrast, the large supermarket I went to two days ago, which is located in a regular commercial street opposite the urban village, is particularly quiet at night.

The Convention and Exhibition Center, as the name suggests, is a large stage for connecting the international community.

This place is an area that has received special attention and rectification from the Jinbin City Government, especially the area around the convention and exhibition center. No mobile vendors are allowed within a one-kilometer radius, and no Internet cafes, karaoke bars, bars and other places with "bad atmosphere" are allowed. Even if there are shopping malls, they must sell high-end goods.

When I was in college, I went to a comic convention at the convention center and was deeply impressed by the environment there.

It is beautiful, but very inconvenient at times, especially when it comes to buying things.

I have to bring things like water and tissues myself.

"..."

I boiled water in the kitchen and waited for the water temperature to drop a little. Then I added some salt to a thermos cup, mixed it into saline solution, and placed it on the table.

Then there are the tissues… two packs should be enough.

For ordinary office workers like me who work outside, paper towels are necessary consumables. In order to save money, I basically collect various coupons, see which store on the online shopping platform has discounts, and then buy a large box at one time. I still have quite a lot of stock now.

Cell phone, water, napkins, and...

I pulled out a small power bank and a data cable from the bottom of the drawer.

Take this with you too.

I vaguely remember that when I just graduated from college, I applied for a job in a livestock company. The boss of the company required me to go to a very remote farm in another place to work with the people there. When I arrived at the place, my cell phone was out of battery, and there were trees and mountains all around, and no one was in sight. The temperature of 36 degrees Celsius at the time made me suffer from heatstroke as I was wandering around in the mountains without any preparation. I felt dizzy and my throat was on fire. If I hadn't been lucky enough to find a small river before I fainted, I would have died under the scorching sun on that farm.

It was also from that time that I would make full preparations every time I went on a long trip, at least I would never forget to bring water.

"I remember the backpack was in..."

After I had prepared almost everything I needed, I returned to the bedroom, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items under the bed.

Then I discovered a surprising fact - the bottom of the bed is so wide that I can actually crawl right in!

Obviously, when I was an uncle, I couldn’t get in at all…

"found it……"

After searching under the bed for a while, I took out a somewhat dirty backpack.

This is the backpack I used when I was in college. I used it occasionally in the early days after I started working, but later when my life became stable, it was left unused here.

I should be able to use this to carry things, right?

Thinking about this, I turned the bag over and saw several big holes at once.

These holes were so big that it was almost impossible to put anything in them. There was one hole here and one hole there, and the edges showed clear signs of being gnawed by some small animal.

mouse……

The miserable state of those snacks that I had bought and forgotten to put in the box came to my mind.

There is one thing that is always present in rental houses and apartments in urban villages: rats.

The big gray rats in the south can be said to be omnipotent, climbing over eaves and walls, and going to the sky and the ground. Not to mention the third floor, they can climb up to the tenth or twentieth floor, and then steal everything they can eat and bite off anything they can bite.

My computer's power cord and network cable have been bitten by mice more than once.

Well, after being bitten like this...it's not even worth repairing.

I took the broken backpack to the living room depressed and threw it into the trash can.

Afterwards, my eyes fell on the little rabbit backpack that the bald editor-in-chief had forced me to bring back from the Pearl Building.

Just like the little bunny nightgown that I had just washed by hand and hung outside last night, the main colors of this backpack are also pink and white. It has a cute style, is round, and has two bunny ears on the back.

As a macho man, I actually didn’t plan to use this kind of backpack, but in this situation… I have a lot of things to take with me, and it’s not cost-effective to buy a bag just for a trip…

I tried to pick up the small backpack, put it behind me, and walked to the floor-length mirror.

Well... it's cute, but...

I saw that the little girl in the mirror seemed to have a slight blush on her face.

Is it too cute?

I turned my body slightly, with my back and backpack facing the mirror, and looked at my current image for a long time while twisting my waist.

A little girl with long hair wearing lively suspender jeans and carrying a pink bunny backpack...

Why do I, an old man, have to use little girls' things? Why don't I spend money and buy another one?

But I really have no money.

According to the current food standards, buying a bag will cost at least two or three days' worth of food, which is not a cost-effective deal no matter how you look at it - especially if you already have a bag.

Ah, never mind. It’s cute so what. What’s the big deal about little girl’s things? I look like a little girl now anyway.

I thought depressedly and returned to the table.

This rabbit backpack is very small, but it is no problem to put a water cup, a pack of napkins and a small power bank in it.

I don't use this bag because I think it's cute, I use it to make full use of waste...

It is rational to make use of all the materials that you can use... This is a man's rational thinking. That's right, that's it.

Anyway, as long as something like a bag can be used, it’s good enough, just like my QQ avatar.

After figuring this out, I quickly put the things on the table into my bag, then put on the bunny bag, did a final check in front of the mirror, and took a deep breath.

"Come on, Nuoer, you can do it... ahem."

Why am I used to calling myself Nuoer?

With a fever on my face, I opened the door and walked out.

"what?"

Coincidentally, the building manager of Building 3 just came up from downstairs at this time and was a little surprised to see me: "Little sister, why are you out playing so early?"

"Ah, yes."

I quickly put on a smiling face and said, "I'm going to the comic convention. I've made an appointment with my classmates."

"The comic exhibition at the convention center?"

The house manager seemed to be thinking: "Where is your brother?"

"I haven't gotten up yet. I played games all night yesterday."

I closed the door and muttered in the voice of the little girl in my memory: "I don't know what's so fun about games."

"Haha, men are all like this. Actually, your brother is pretty good. I suspect that the guy in 502 is going to become an immortal. He doesn't sleep or go to work. He just drinks every day. He drank a lot again last night and had a fight with his girlfriend. He's been quiet now. I have to go check it out."

The housing manager walked upstairs and waved at me: "Be careful on the road, and be careful not to talk too much to strangers, or they will kidnap you."

Do I look like someone who could be easily kidnapped?!

Although I felt a little depressed, I still looked like "thank you for your kind reminder, big brother" and said, "Okay! Goodbye, uncle!"

"Call me brother, I'm only 27 years old!"

"Okay, bye uncle, 27 years old!"

"..."

……

No. 047 Ninja Clay Stick

There are two buses that can go directly from Kamihama City's Chuo District to the convention center in Daito District. One of them has two stops that are equal to its starting point and terminal, so you need to go directly to the bus company to take the bus.

I don’t know why, but when I got home for breakfast, the bright sunshine seemed to dim suddenly, and the air was filled with a faint scent of water.

Is it going to rain?

I just walked out of the rental house, and feeling that the weather outside was not right, I went back into the house and put a small umbrella in the backpack behind me.

The little rabbit backpack suddenly became bulging after being stuffed with so many things. I felt like a little girl picking mushrooms while carrying it.

Why does this scene feel so familiar?

I left the rental house, carrying a bulging backpack, and walked on the small path near the apartment. Looking at the pedestrians hurrying around me, a strange feeling of warmth arose in my heart.

When did this happen...

I looked at the pedestrians not far away.

Coming out of the small apartment, you can reach the main road outside after a short walk. Then opposite is the urban village, and further away is the commercial street, pedestrian street, and my favorite big supermarket and snack street.

It is clearly the same familiar street and familiar scenery as always, why do I have this feeling today that "I seem to have seen it in a dream"?

It seemed as if I had been like this before... carrying a backpack, walking among the crowd, slowly moving towards the dim sky ahead.

I raised my head and glanced at the blue sky which was already covered with a few dark clouds.

Is it related to the dream you had last night?

Some fragmented memories vaguely emerged in my mind——

The sky is black, and there seems to be a dilapidated world where "hope" does not exist. Surrounding are passers-by and villagers with haggard faces, and ahead is a muddy road with no end in sight.

It seems... there should be a little guy by my side?

I looked to my right.

Granted, there was only an old rocky footpath.

Moreover, if I were to be called a “little guy,” I seem to be more worthy of this title now.

So my "previous life" actually knew the god of death?

The reason why she came to me and turned me into this was not because of any reason like "sudden death" or "talking nonsense", but because she was prepared?

After all... I believe that so many people die every day in the world, and I am definitely not the only one who "speaks rudely" to her. Could it be that Miss Death "punishes" all those people? Wouldn't the world be in chaos if that happened?

Let me think... the dream I had last night seemed to be...

"..."

Can't remember.

I only vaguely remember that I came to a different world with magic and martial arts, and that world was like many traditional fantasy novels, with an evil demon king who wanted to destroy the world.

At that time, I seemed to have quietly complained in my heart - if such a world were written into a novel and posted on any website today, it would be a flop.

Because that world is too dark and too hopeless.

With all sorts of thoughts in my mind, I spent about ten minutes carrying my rabbit bag and arrived at the starting station of the bus company.

Fortunately, the bus I was going to take had just been cleaned and disinfected. The door opened in front of the station, and the words "Waiting" appeared on the display screen at the back.

"Where are you going, little sister?"

As soon as I stepped into the car, the conductor came to greet me.

It’s not an unmanned ticket bus?

"To the convention center."

I pulled my thoughts back from the encounter between the other world and Miss Death: "It's the terminal."