It's just a grocery store.

Chapter 129 Bizarre Dreams

I walked over slowly and sat in the middle seat, between my mother and my younger sister.

Lingshi was lazy, and the meal had already been served by his sister and placed in front of him. Lingshi habitually said something mean,

"Wow, he's so conscientious in making food for me, I hope he didn't poison it."

My sister rolled her eyes and agreed:

"Yes, I poisoned you. I poisoned you to death."

This is how the brother and sister get along. The brother is used to being mean sometimes, and the sister quarrels with him, and sometimes the two of them even fight.

Although they are just minor quarrels, the elderly mother at home cannot stand their disrespectful behavior and often speaks up to stop them.

Every time I get scolded at midnight, I say that I am already an adult, but I am still the same as before, making trouble with my sister.

Lingshi shrugged, and then it was his sister's academic performance that was criticized.

The younger sister gave Lingshi a speechless look. She was really tired of hearing these words and even a little tired of studying. Then Lingshi would interrupt and change the subject.

Then my sister breathed a sigh of relief and continued to secretly bicker with Lingshi and play around harmlessly.

But today there were not only family members at the table, but also guests. The outgoing guest took over my mother's words and began to give instructions to my sister's studies like an elder.

The younger sister turned her head to look at Lingshi, her eyes rolled up to the sky. Lingshi was at a loss now. He didn't dare to interrupt, as it would easily bring disaster to others.

Look, before Lingshi even opened his mouth, he brought the topic back to him.

"If you plan to open a milk tea shop, work as a screwdriver in a factory, or become a chef, you don't have to continue studying."

"This kind of place doesn't require any diploma, you can just go there directly."

Lingshi rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that he was not talented enough. He had done all these things before, but quit because he had no interest.

Part-time work only includes these, not just these. It’s just that the customer only knew one of them and wanted to use himself as an example.

At zero o'clock, I just felt sick. Ah, it's this kind of person again. I'm so annoyed. What does he have to do with my life?

Lingshi quickened his eating pace, threw the empty disposable dishes into the trash can, and walked straight back to his room.

After closing the door, Lingshi let out a long sigh. He didn't know what kind of life he wanted.

He couldn't find meaning in countless jobs. He didn't want to be a puppet of life or become one of the numb zombies in society.

From Lingshi's perspective, his former colleagues were the same, each of them claiming that they were forced to make a living and were just trying to make a living, living a life of eating and waiting to die.

There is also a more advanced argument, which is that you are already satisfied with a decent job that covers your expenses. What else could you not be satisfied with?

Yes, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? Lingshi frowned, wondering what hope he had in his life.

Sitting on the bed at midnight, a familiar feeling came over him. He was lying on the bed, like a magic incense, enveloping him.

Whatever, just let it be. This is how life is anyway. As long as I can come back here, I don’t need anyone to understand me, nor do I need to find that illusory goal.

Then the door was pushed open. Lingshi opened his eyes unhappily and was about to scold the murderer who broke down his door again.

But he saw his family standing at the door, just looking at him quietly. They looked at each other without saying anything for a long time.

Ling Shi wanted to speak, but no sound came out. Then a voice shouted his name, and his brain suddenly flooded with a memory.

When I recall the past twenty years, I suddenly have a severe headache and hold my forehead with my hand, looking in pain.

His mother and sister rushed over, their faces anxious, their mouths opening and closing. Ling Shi couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew there was a familiar lip movement in their words.

Lingshi suddenly opened his eyes, scaring the system beside him so much that it jumped up. He looked around and saw that it was the living room of his home.

I managed to sit up at midnight, only to feel a severe headache and cold sweat on my back. Was that a dream?

Zero subconsciously looked at the system, the guy who knew his past and had the ability to make him have this dream.

The system got goosebumps when Zero Hour looked at it. Why was the host looking at it like that? It was just asking the host to get up and answer the phone.

The system was just engrossed in watching a TV series when the phone rang. The system ignored it. It rang several times. The system thought the host was too lazy to move, so it was reluctantly trying to go over and get the phone for him.

When he turned around, he saw Lingshi motionless, as if he didn't hear the phone ringing. The system was shocked.

He was sleeping so soundly. What happened to the host? The system ignored the TV series and pounced on the sofa.

I slapped and hit Zero Hour, and called him for a long time, but he really wouldn't wake up. In the end, there was nothing I could do. This was too strange. The system could only shout through the unique telepathic channel with the host.

This woke up Lingshi, but his reaction after waking up was so strange that the system went forward worriedly.

System: Host, are you okay? I couldn’t wake you up just now.

Seeing it like this, Ling Shi put aside his suspicions and changed the subject. The dream just now gave him a headache and he didn't want to think about it.

The system quickly handed over Lingshi's mobile phone, but the call was automatically hung up because no one answered it for too long.

System: There is a call for you, but it was disconnected just now. Do you want to call back?

Zero Hour: Nonsense.

I picked up my phone at midnight and saw a missed call. Wow, Conan, what kind of case has he encountered this time?

I clicked replay at midnight and the call was connected within two rings. Conan's anxious voice came from the other end.

"Zero hour, come here quickly. I've encountered a kidnapping case. Inspector Megure and the others are here too. I need your help!"

Zero Hour: ...Huh?

"No, Conan, when did I become your Mr. Watson?"

"Ah, ah?"

Lingshi's sudden words confused Conan, who was hiding in the corner and making a phone call. He was stuck for a long time and sighed speechlessly.

"I'm going to the location now. You and your friends, don't run around."

Knowing that Zero Time agreed to come, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. With Zero Time's help, he would definitely be able to find out who the shooter was.

Then Conan ran out again and returned to Inspector Megure to continue analyzing. If the inspector had not been blinded by the world's plot, it would have been impossible for him to fail to discover Conan's identity.

I was completely sleepless at midnight, so I wasn't very reluctant to go out. I turned off the air conditioner, stuffed ice packs into my pockets, and put on a hat and jacket.

When he opened the door and walked out, the heat made Lingshi feel uncomfortable all over. Lingshi could only walk out despite the gradually rising temperature of his body.

Walking out of the greenhouse was a huge test, and my whole body and mind expressed rejection.

But he had no choice but to leave the comfortable air-conditioned room in the end. He looked very sad, as if he was saying goodbye to his lover.

System: Pure acting.

When I arrived at Conan's place at midnight, I found that they were on the roof of an empty building.

Midnight: Wow, you guys have already gone in to catch the kidnapper?