Chapter 147 Sharon learns to cheat

Chapter 147 Sharon learns to cheat

"I was careless on purpose."

Feeling the biting cold air, Hastur curled up his neck slightly, sat upright, and answered honestly.

"..."

The coldness that Sharon had accumulated weakened a lot at this moment.

She took a deep breath, her pretty face turned cold, her beautiful eyes turned sinister, and she said coldly: "You mean, you are deliberately telling me this kind of story?"

"This is not perfunctory, I also made it up very carefully."

"……fake?"

"Yes, except for what happened in reality, basically all stories are compiled by humans. Recording them completely based on facts is called history."

"You're very quibbling."

Sharon finally figured out that it was difficult for her to catch Hastur's shortcomings on this kind of issue, and he indeed deliberately made up this confusing story.

Is this to avenge yourself for teasing him last time?

Thinking of the last time I took advantage of playing a game and drew a cat face on Hastur's face, I felt much better instantly.

Finally, she said, "This story doesn't work. Think of a new one."

Hastur said with a smile: "Okay, it just takes a little time."

"how long?"

"Half an hour."

"..."

Sharon just felt that Hastur's smiling face was a bit in need of a beating at the moment.

"Then hurry up and write."

After saying these words, Miss Sharon's figure disappeared from the mirror.

On the sofa, Hasta kept a faint smile on his face, but he wanted to laugh out loud in his heart.

God knows how uncomfortable it was for him to hold back his laughter just now. Things like Little Blue Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf were all improvised by him to amuse Sharon.

Who asked her to draw a cat face on her face last time?

And it’s interesting to see the obvious emotional ups and downs on Sharon’s puppet-like face.

After a while, Hastur, who had barely calmed down, came to his desk and began to compose a short story.

If there was no Russell Pearl in front of him, he could make up many fairy tales, but in order not to conflict with the stories Russell told, he could only tell some localized fairy tales about the mysterious world.

And this does take some time, half an hour is still slightly enough for him.

After about twenty minutes, he had already conceived a brand new story, which should also suit Sharon's preferences.

When the time came to about half an hour, Hasta walked from the desk to the sofa, looked at the empty mirror, and shouted: "Miss Sharon, are you still there?"

The smooth mirror surface flashed slightly, and Sharon's figure did not appear, but only used a ray of light to indicate that she had not left yet.

Is this because you are angry about the story you just told?

Hastur also felt that the messy story was really annoying.

He sat on the sofa, spread the piece of paper on his lap, collected his thoughts and said, "The story I'm telling this time is called Pinocchio."

Just the title of the story made Sharon reveal herself in the mirror, but she did not speak to disturb Hasta at this moment, for fear of disturbing the story he was going to tell next.

"In a distant country, there is a family like this in a slum on the outskirts. There are five members in the family, parents and three children, two boys and one girl."

"My father works as a manual worker in a nearby factory, and my mother makes some matchboxes at home and sells them to support the family. Although life is hard, the family is united and working together for a good life, which is quite happy."

"After the three children grew up, the girl stayed at home to help her mother with simple household tasks. The older boy had already followed his father's example and worked outside to make money. The younger boy was younger and was taking handicraft classes outside. "

"I heard from the teacher that as long as you can learn a craft well, you won't have to worry about not being able to support yourself even if you wander around in the future."

"The little boy learned the craft of making puppets. He likes to manipulate the puppets to make various movements with a few silk threads, just like the performances in the circus. He can also use oil paint on the face of each puppet. Depicting different emotions, their happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy depend entirely on his mood and thoughts.”

"Because he liked it, the little boy studied very seriously and quickly learned his skills from the teacher. His puppet-making skills even surpassed his own teacher."

"His teacher was very pleased. When he finished teaching him, he gave him the last lesson. The teacher told the little boy that the real puppet masters, the puppets they made were alive and had their own consciousness and thinking. An independent living entity, rather than a lifeless ordinary puppet."

"Making living puppets became the direction of the little boy's struggle. However, several years later, when the little boy grew up to be a young man, he still could not make living puppets. This made him very frustrated and even doubted that he had the ability. Do puppets of life really exist?”

"Until that day, his father accidentally died in an accident while working in a factory. Looking at his father lying on the bed, covered with white cloth, completely lifeless, it felt like his heart had been drained."

"At this moment, he felt like he was struck by lightning, as if he had a sudden epiphany. He ran out, locked himself in the wooden house used to make puppets, and locked it from the inside."

"His relatives thought he was overly sad, so they allowed him to hide in the wooden house. It was not until the seventh day after his father's death that he walked out of the wooden house, with his father following behind him."

"His family was shocked to find that this so-called father was a lifelike puppet, but this puppet father could walk, jump, speak, and think for himself. Except that he didn't need to eat, he was not much different from ordinary people."

"After that, this puppet stayed at home."

Just when Sharon was looking forward to what story would happen next, Hasta stopped telling the story.

Sharon waited patiently for a while, and found that Hasta didn't seem to want to continue, so she urged: "Why don't you continue?"

"Half an hour, I can only tell such a long story. As for the more exciting stories later, I still need time to brew."

"..."

A gust of wind blew away the paper on Hasta's thigh. Sharon used a little trick from the mirror.

Hasta didn't stop him, but just smiled at Sharon in the mirror.

After a few seconds, the paper returned to Hasta's thigh.

On it was only the general framework of the story, and the framework was temporarily only built to the place where the story stopped just now.

"This story is pretty good. When will the next story come?"

Sharon's voice is very soft and pleasant, not like the melodious sound of a lark, but like a stream flowing gently.

You may not be too surprised at first, but if you calm down and listen slowly, every word can gently touch your heart, giving you a numb and comfortable feeling.

"It will take at least three days." Hastur thought about the approximate time.

"Okay, then I'll come back in three days."

"Wait a minute, Miss Sharon, are you leaving just like that?"

"You, do you have anything else to say?"

Sharon looked at Hastur in confusion in the mirror, her blue eyes shining like gemstones.

"Didn't you agree before that you would be responsible for teaching me Giant and Elven?"

Sharon blinked, with a rare puzzled expression on her face, "Is there such a thing? Why don't I remember it?"

"Miss Sharon, are you going to cheat?"

Sharon thought for a while and said, "Is it not possible?"

"..."

Just as Hastur was in a slightly depressed mood, Sharon walked away from the mirror.

"This is clearly revenge for the story I just told you."

"Do you know that there is something wrong with that story?"

A voice came from the mirror. Sharon, who had already gone far away, said this sentence through the mirror in some unknown way.

"..."

Hasta kept silent and silently made a rule that the ghosts were forbidden to be invisible here.

Confirming that Sharon had gone far away, he also smiled and left the study.

It's quite interesting to tease Sharon when you have nothing to do.

Looking at the time, it's not even eleven o'clock yet, Hasta decided to take a bath first, and then go back to the room to rest.

Going to bed on time is the best habit he has maintained since he came to the mysterious world.

In the past modern society, staying up all night to play games was commonplace.

Generally, after staying up all night, your feet are weak and your spirit is deficient. This situation is very dangerous in the mysterious world, especially on the spiritual level.

After taking a bath, I went to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and entered the Hall of Stars.

Checking the stars around, I found that only the stars of the high-dimensional overlooker showed a little movement.

Under the light cocoon, two silk threads are still hanging, one hanging with a white crystal eyeball, and the other hanging with a young man dressed as a gentleman, who is wandering in the streets of a city.

Late at night, the night of this city is hard to calm down.

Many places are full of fire, houses are on fire, people are self-immolating, people are panicking, police officers are doing their best to maintain stability, and the whole street is in chaos.

The incarnation of the high-dimensional overlooker walks in it, with a calm and elegant posture, which is out of tune with the chaos and noise around.

"Is this the chaos caused by the high-dimensional overlooker?"

This is the first thought that came to Hasta's mind, but after a closer look, the chaos in the city in the picture was not caused by the high-dimensional overlooker.

It is more like the chaos and bustle of this city that attracted the high-dimensional overlooker.

But soon, the high-dimensional overlooker left the city, as if he had traveled through time and space out of thin air and came to a small city.

This is a small city built on a mountain. All the houses here have protruding domes, which look like white straw hats from a distance.