Compared with food and water, the targets of Jingyuan's search this time were mainly tools and some daily sundries.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, small iron pliers, batteries, flashlights, files, pots and pans, toilet brushes, knives and forks. He rummaged through a lot of things.

He selected useful and usable things from them, took a few iron basins, and put all small tools such as wrenches into the bag. Regardless of the model of the battery, as long as it was not flatulent, he took them away. Most of the flashlights were damaged due to the The water was broken, but with luck, he still found something that could be used, such as brushes and knives and forks, and he also packed some.

Soon the travel bag was filled to the brim, and this trip was still full of rewards.

He thought for a while, then picked up a bucket of bottled water specially designed for water dispensers, intending to go back to boil some hot water and take a quick shower.

Of course, no one here would care about his image or personal cleanliness. After all, he had traveled through time for several days without meeting a single living person.

He can live however he wants, even if he is running naked on the street, the police will not suddenly appear, handcuff him, and invite him to the police station for tea.

But after finally surviving the heavy rain, it cleared up, and he still wanted to take care of himself.

He doesn't have mysophobia, but a normal person would have to take a bath two or three times a week, but so far, he hasn't even washed his head for 10 days, which is really unbearable.

He was about to leave, but looked back at the little girl. She was still addicted to the yo-yo, repeatedly throwing and collecting the ball. This little toy had become a source of happiness for her.

It was similar to the first time Jingyuan got a yo-yo. He clearly remembered that day. He didn't even turn on the TV, and played alone with his "wolf" in the farmyard until dark, using his left and right hands alternately. , the index and middle fingers of both hands were scratched and turned black in pain.

He loves that little toy so much that he puts it next to his pillow even when he sleeps, pats it and says good night, buddy, we'll see you tomorrow.

Even if Sunday is over and it's time to go to school, he still has to put his yo-yo in his schoolbag and keep playing with it during class. After class, he will take it out to play with. The other students in the class are surrounding him, looking at him eagerly. Watching him play, it also satisfied his vanity.

What a wonderful memory. I remember that for a long time, he was inseparable from his partner and took it with him wherever he went.

But since when did it stop being oiled?

Come to think of it, I have forgotten where it was placed, maybe it has been left behind.

Jingyuan sighed, put down the bucket on his shoulder, ran to the toy section, found a new yo-yo and put it in his pocket.

Anyway, he works all day long and has nothing to do to kill time. It would be nice to just play ball.

Go back, take a hot bath, wash your clothes and pants, brush your shoes, and put them in the sun. They should be dry tomorrow.

Tomorrow afternoon I will go to the supermarket to carry supplies, and then start preparing for the move.

Taking one last look at the little girl, she was playing obsessively and seemed to not want to be disturbed.

But just leaving without saying hello is not very polite.

She retained some subconsciousness from the human period, and might be angry because of his behavior of leaving without saying goodbye.

It took a lot of effort to build a good relationship with her, but if the good atmosphere between the two of them drops due to such a small oversight, it will be more of a loss than a gain.

So Jingyuan tapped the metal rod of the shelf with his finger, and the clear sound attracted the little girl's attention.

"I'm leaving. Tomorrow, if nothing unexpected happens tomorrow, I will come again." Jingyuan said.

She didn't seem to understand Jing Yuan's words, she just stared blankly.

Having no other choice, Jingyuan pointed to the door of the supermarket and then made a running motion with two fingers, indicating that he wanted to leave.

She still didn't respond, lowered her head, and continued playing with the yo-yo in her hand.

Jingyuan shrugged and squeezed toward the door. A few minutes later, his figure had disappeared around the supermarket.

The little girl is still playing with the ball. If Jingyuan was still here, she would be found practicing a move.

A very simple move, first swing the ball sideways, then swing it to the left, and then use your left index finger as a support point, so that the ball will spin to the right and the bearing will fall on the straight line.

Then shorten the distance between the two hands. The yo-yo and the relaxed string will fall down due to gravity. Then tighten the string forcefully and the ball will bounce up. As long as you catch the falling ball, the ejection action is completed.

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This is an entry-level movement. With a little practice, even beginners can quickly learn it.

But for little girls, this seems a bit difficult.

She has practiced to the point where she can catch the ball in one step during the first roundabout, but she can't always catch the bouncing ball.

She tried repeatedly, and after more than ten minutes passed after Jingyuan left the supermarket, she finally succeeded and completed the ejection movement completely and coherently!

As if she wanted to show off to someone, she raised her head.

However, all that could be seen was the overturned shelves, the cracked concrete floor and the collapsed load-bearing columns, which was a mess.

All that could be heard around was the sound of dripping water, and the rainwater on the eaves was dripping down along the cracks between the steel bars and the wall.

The vines supported her as she wandered around the supermarket, and she showed the zombies in the supermarket one by one the "ejection" she had finally learned.

But the zombies, who moved on instinct, could only hear the sound of the yo-yo spinning. These rotten and ugly guys probably mistakenly thought that the rotating ball was some kind of living creature.

They stretched out their long pointed nails and grabbed at the metal ball, and even tried to bite it with their black fangs.

Under their random grabbing, the yo-yo fell off the rope, and the ball rolled out of her hand, finally stopping in a narrow and dark crack in the wall.

The zombies became noisy because of this ball. You catch me, I'll catch you.

But suddenly, they became quiet and followed a certain order, lining up and walking out from the narrow entrance of the supermarket.

The black vines behind the little girl extended to the cracks in the wall like snakes, and she picked up the yo-yo.

She played for a while longer, but soon stopped and moved to the door.

She didn't go out, she just stood there, watching the changes in the distant clouds, watching the sky burn into orange red by the setting sun, watching the sun go down, the stars and the moon reflected in her obsidian eyes.

It seems that she has always looked like this, and has experienced many days and nights, many sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days and snowy days.

The world should be unchanged and quiet, and she is also unchanged and quiet.

This night was as quiet as the thousands of nights that had passed, until the buzzing sound echoed, and she no longer stared at the moon and stars, but quietly and silently stared at the rotating ball.
Chapter completed!