I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

He remained silent for a long while before speaking.

"What's this."

"Reincarnation." Hoshi lifted the mop, a look of pride on his face.

Danheng did not inquire about the origin of the name.

He looked at the indescribable lump at the top of the mop, then at March 7's weary face.

Then, with a sigh, he closed his eyes briefly: "Where's Qiye?"

"In the square."

March 7th pointed behind him

"He's gone mad. He says he's a dumping ground."

Dan Heng opened his eyes and remained silent for a long while.

Then he started walking towards the square.

March 7th and Xing followed behind, with Xing carrying the mop on her shoulder, dripping an unknown liquid all the way.

The three of them rushed to the square.

The trash can is still there, rusty, with the lid askew.

But there was no one next to the trash can.

March 7th paused for a moment, then quickly ran a lap around the square, and then ran to the mine entrance, looking around for a long while.

Then he turned to look at Dan Heng, his expression changing from tired to bewildered:

"He's gone. He was such a big guy, just sitting there motionless, and he's gone."

Dan Heng stood still, his gaze sweeping across the empty square.

There were drag marks on the ground!

Chapter 54 Ice Cream

Meanwhile, in a narrow alley three blocks away, Hook was panting heavily as he directed the hauling operation.

The three children were exhausted and covered in sweat.

But she stubbornly clung to Qiye's arms and back, moving forward.

"Almost there! Everyone, give it your all!"

Hook wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and then she noticed someone walking towards her from the opposite direction.

It was a girl wearing a big red cotton-padded coat.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the ground in the lower area.

She paused for a moment when she saw Hook and his group.

My gaze moved from Hook's face to the skinny boy's face, and then to the girl with pigtails.

Then it landed on the black-haired young man they were supporting.

Hook recognized her: "Clara? What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Schwarz said... I should go out more."

Clara explained while her gaze fell on Qiye.

"Hook, what are you moving?"

"This is our newest member of the Mole Party!"

Hook puffed out his chest.

"He's Mr. Trash Can! He eats trash! He's amazing!"

Clara tilted her head, walked up to Qiye, and squatted down to look him in the eye.

Qi Ye maintained her serene expression, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Clara watched for a while, then stuck out a finger and poked Qiye's arm:

"……Hello?"

Qiye turned her head and looked at Clara:

Do you have trash?

Clara paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't have any trash."

Qi Ye nodded and turned back to look at the ground.

Clara looked at Hook: "Why...why did he say that?"

"Because he's a dumping ground for garbage."

Hook said seriously, "The trash cans are for collecting trash!"

Clara looked somewhat confused.

Then she remembered that she had learned some basic medical knowledge at the school founded by her sister Seele.

Once, Dr. Natasha came to the school to give a popular science lecture, and she specifically talked about a certain symptom.

The patient will firmly believe that they are some kind of object.

For example, they might think of themselves as a tree, a stone, or a trash can.

Natasha said it's called paranoia, which is a mental illness.

We need to patiently guide them and not follow their logic, otherwise it will worsen their condition.

"and many more."

Clara reached out and stopped Hook, who was about to continue carrying Qiye.

He might be sick.

Dr. Natasha said that this is called paranoia, which is when a person firmly believes that they are a thing.

He thought he was a dumping ground for trash, which is a mental illness that requires medical treatment.

It's normal for a trash can to eat trash, but it's a person, and people can't eat trash; it'll give them a stomachache.

Hook frowned, a clear look of displeasure appearing on his small face:

"But he just ate a piece of waste paper and doesn't have a stomachache."

And he squatted there without moving, more dedicated than any trash can I've ever seen.

What makes you think he's sick?

He just wanted to be a dumping ground too much; the Mole Party respects every member's career choice.

Right, Alina?

"Yes!" The girl with pigtails nodded firmly.

"He can eat even more than Julian, this definitely isn't an illness!"

Seeing this, Clara decided to try a different way of communicating.

She crouched down and spoke to Qiye in the gentlest tone possible:

"Mr. Trash Can, how are you feeling now? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Qi Ye turned his head and his gaze fell on the stains that Clara had stepped on.

His expression suddenly turned serious, like a conscientious sanitation worker who had spotted some uncollected trash.

There is trash.

"Don't move, I'll take care of it for you."

Before Clara could react, Qiye had already bent down and opened the trash can lid.

Clara's mind went completely blank on the spot.

Her face turned bright red very quickly, almost at a visible speed.

"...Mr. Trash Can...this...this is dirty...you can't eat it...!"

She tried to pull it back, but the trash can was closed too tightly.

She tried to pull him out but couldn't, and she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting him.

She could only remain in this awkward position, her face flushed, her voice growing softer and softer.

Hook stood to the side, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

She pointed at Qiye, then turned to look at her two friends behind her, and exclaimed in shock:

"He actually dared to eat this!"

"He's amazing."

The skinny boy's eyes lit up!

"I'm going to promote him to the number two position in the Mole Party."

Hook announced on the spot,

"From now on, who dares to say that our Mole Party only knows how to play hide-and-seek?"

I'll show them our Mr. Trash Can! If he dares to eat this, what won't we dare to do?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the alley entrance.

March 7th was the first to rush into the alley, followed closely by Danheng.

Xing carried the mop, which was still dripping an unknown liquid, and walked at the very back.

All three of them simultaneously focused their gaze on the bizarre scene in front of them.

Qiye was eating something with an extremely dedicated attitude.

His expression was focused and serene, as if he were doing something perfectly normal.

"What are you doing, Qiye?!"

Before March 7th's screams had even subsided, Xing had already come swaying over from behind, carrying a mop.

She glanced at Qiye's focused expression as he ate the garbage.

He glanced at Clara's flushed face and flustered state, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he gave a thumbs up and expressed his heartfelt admiration.

"Wow, you're a good man. If you dare to eat this, you'd definitely be able to bring yourself to eat this mop covered in poop."

Danheng stood at the alley entrance, looked at the scene before him, and turned away, seemingly not wanting to see Qiye again.

March 7th rushed over quickly, grabbed Qiye by the back of the head, and forcefully twisted it backward.

"Let go of me!!!"

Qi Ye was bent backward.

"I'm cleaning up the trash..."

"Who's kind enough to clean up trash with their mouth?!"

"I'm not a good person, I'm a garbage can!"

March 7th's mouth was agape, wishing he could slap him back to his original form.

She turned to Clara, signaling her to stay away.

Then he picked up a rope that someone else didn't want from the open ground next to him!

In no time, he tied Qiye's hands behind his back and then wrapped them around the pipe next to him twice to secure them.

Chapter 55 My Brother!!!

Clara finally pulled her foot back from the impact.