Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 775 - 378: God Lin, Is It Too Late for Me to Be Your Dog Now?_1

Chapter 775: Chapter 378: God Lin, Is It Too Late for Me to Be Your Dog Now?_1

"Hehe! Big brother will never find me!"

Little cutie squatted in a closet, holding his knees with both hands.

The closet was pitch-dark, except for a faint beam of light that seeped through the door crack, illuminating the dust swirling within the beam.

An hour!

Two hours!

...

Several hours passed, and Little cutie still hadn’t waited for Lin Baici to find him, nor had he heard his footsteps passing by in the corridor.

In a drowsy state, he fell asleep.

And he began to dream.

The sky started raining, but it wasn’t rain—it was all sorts of toys.

Building blocks, dolls, and even giant slides that were several stories tall.

Little cutie climbed up, slid down like he was flying, and then crashed onto the floor.

Thump!

Little cutie’s head bumped into the closet, and he opened his eyes.

Where is this?

Little cutie rubbed his eyes.

Oh right!

I am playing hide and seek with big brother!

Little cutie moved his legs up and down, fidgeting playfully while he waited a little longer, but he eventually grew impatient. Pushing open the closet, he carefully peeked out halfway, looking around outside.

Big brother is so silly!

How has he not found me yet?

Little cutie crawled out of the closet and came to the door, gently pushing it open a crack.

It’s so quiet!

Little cutie quickly dashed out, running to tell big brother, "You’re too slow!"

But after running through the entire apartment building, he saw no one!

Not only was big brother gone, but other humans were also nowhere to be seen.

"Where did they go?"

Little cutie scratched his head, confused, and followed the trail to the first floor, where he saw the open security door.

That startled him!

Did big brother leave?

Little cutie instinctively wanted to chase after him, but as soon as his leg crossed the threshold, he stopped subconsciously.

Because leaving the apartment always caused intense pain, as if his entire body was being stuffed into a meat grinder.

Little cutie had tried it before; it was so painful that he didn’t go far before returning. But this time, it seemed not to hurt?

Little cutie pushed hard with his legs, jumped out rapidly, and then immediately jumped back again!

It doesn’t hurt!

Continue trying!

Once!

Twice!

It really doesn’t hurt!

Little cutie was shocked, why was this?

He thought it over and immediately went to the basement.

Knock on sister’s door!

Bang bang bang!

"Sister, the door is open, those people ran away!"

"Sister, open the door quickly!"

"You didn’t run away too, did you?"

Little cutie shouted a few times but got no response and began to ram the door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The door opened.

Little cutie fell in, landing on the ground, but he didn’t cry out in pain; he just scrambled up and rushed into the bedroom.

Sister didn’t run away; she was lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead fish.

Little cutie rushed to the bedside, pushed her several times but couldn’t wake her up. So, he ran to the bathroom, came back with a bucket of water, and...

Splash!

Little cutie doused her with the water.

"Uh..."

The woman in business attire made a noise from her throat, holding her forehead, and opened her eyes.

Her head hurts so much!

She didn’t know it was a hangover.

"Sister, something terrible has happened; all those people ran away!"

Little cutie reported.

The woman in business attire was startled.

"Husband! Husband!"

She called out loudly, sitting up: "Where’s my husband?"

"What’s a husband?"

Little cutie didn’t understand.

The woman in business attire turned her head, saw the mess on the bed that should have been in her small sheepskin purse.

"My husband has left!"

The woman in business attire wailed, crying out: "He doesn’t want me anymore!"

"Who is your husband?"

Little cutie figured out that a husband must be a person.

The woman in business attire didn’t answer, hastily got up, and didn’t bother to dress properly; she just put on a silk undershirt and planned to go looking for someone.

She ran to the hall, didn’t find the pair of red-soled high heels she usually wore, so she opened the shoe cabinet.

Dozens of pairs of shoes were neatly arranged inside.

The woman in business attire picked a pair of pink running shoes, didn’t even lock the door, and rushed out to find someone.

Little cutie followed behind.

"Sister, is a husband your playmate?"

Little cutie was curious.

"Not a playmate, a lover!"

The woman in business attire explained.

"What’s a lover? Is it fun?"

Little cutie asked innocently.

"You talk too much!"

The woman in business attire wasn’t in the mood to answer questions. Wearing running shoes, she was exceptionally fast and quickly reached the iron gate.

The woman with her head wrapped froze.

The gate, which had always been locked, was now wide open. A concrete road stretched out, winding into the distance.

"Wow, how come this gate isn’t locked?"

Little cutie exclaimed.

He had once asked the brother fat house why they couldn’t leave to see the outside world.

Brother fat house said it was because there was a big iron gate outside the apartment, always locked.

Any neighbor trying to climb over the wall turned to ashes upon landing.

The woman in business attire stared blankly outside, her right hand clutching her chest.

The sky is so blue, the grass so green, and the sounds of the wind past bring the calls of freedom.

Thump, thump!

The woman in business attire’s heart was racing.

Compared to Little cutie, she had developed self-awareness earlier and knew more. She had endured excruciating pain to reach this point, but was stopped by the great iron door.

"Husband, did you purposely not lock the iron gate?"

The woman in business attire murmured.

She had been paying attention to the way that Lin Baici acted in the apartment: a very smart, very brave man, which is why she chose him to be her husband.

A clever man who was constantly scheming to escape wouldn’t forget something as important as locking the door. So, there was only one answer left.